tw: mdni, toes in mouth, boy x boy smut, anal sex, overstimulation, nicknames (to-to + rennie + ren), pet names (babygirl + sweetheart), cum eating, and bad spelling !!
you’re trying to focus
focus on painting your toes. trying to get the french tip right on the first try. tuning out eren and toji loud groans and moans. so determined you are barely even paying attention to eren fall apart from tojis deep strokes. focusing on the polish trying to balance your blue uv light to dry you’re masterpiece. the bed moving harshly knocks your uv lamp breaking your concentration. “to-to calm down” you speak to the buff man he sees you trying hard to focus. not even looking up to make sure it’s fully dry.
“sorry sweetheart” toji groans out. moving to stroke eren deeply and slower. erens toned back arching in more. so he can move deeper. erens hair sprawl out as his face is smushed into the sheets trying to collect himself the pleasure is blinding him as you lift his head up and touch his heated skin.
“do they look cute rennie ?” you’re shoving your foot in his face making him see your hard work when he can barely see straight from pleasure.
he is quick with the praise “yes babygirl so pretty, so cute” his words slur from his lips. grabbing your ankle firmly to now slobbers over your fresh toes. eyes glazed over, he is lose in pleasure. each toe gets suck into his mouth saliva dripping from his lips. you know he is gone. no thought behind his eyes except euphoria. savoring the taste on his tongue. you hesitate to pull your foot away but his lips are calling to you. maneuvering to give him a firm kiss. it’s desperation in it. from how his tongue is toying with yours, how sloppy the kiss is
when you pull away he is drooling, eyes rolling back. tojis name leaving his lips in a desperate tone. he never wants to admit when toji has him under his control. when he knows his body has fully submitted to him. erens long sleek hair now tangled in his veiny hand “ren don’t start with that begging shit, you can take it” toji knows his body so well his hand trails to his testicules to make soft touches hearing his moan quicken up
you know as well from how red erens face is he is overwhelmed. but you love the look; his face is flushed, hair messy, face dripping from sweat, eyelashes damp, lips plump. he looks like something you’ll read in a romance novel. your only thought is to satisfy them both as you grab erens pulsing length rolling your fist slowly up and down as toji rolls his hips just right. locking eyes with his “give toji what he wants”
you both are putting him under your control. he starts shaking, white cream hot as it hits your hand. he is clenching up so tight that toji falls apart with him. deep groans leave toji, while little whines leave eren as he melts into a puddle. you suck the cums from your fingers as you watch his pretty eyes flutter, barely even awake when you kiss his swollen lips tasting his own cum “good boy”
"Next time you see your mama, tell her how she raised a bitch!"
The cab stopped in front of the hotel, Getting of the car. Simon stood up and jogged over to the other side. It worked, it actually worked. After months of planning and late night talks, they finally got the getaway they wanted. Eager, Simon took out their suitcases before he opened the door for Lindsey.
Giving her space, he held his hand out for her. Lindsey lightly took it as she stepped of the car. Her green palm tree dress blowing in the gentle breeze, Lindsey pulled her bag across her body before turning to him. "And you're sure that she believes you?" Lindsey asked in suspicion, hoping that you won't catch them together.
"Lindsey.." Simon stopped, turning to her. All he wanted was to enjoy their vacation and talk to Lindsey, but she won't stop talking about you. It was weird, she never asked nor spoke about you before, but now, in his words, she just runs her mouth.
"She still thinks I'm talking to you about the anniversary party and this is a work trip. Trust me, she doesn't know about us. So relax, and think about what we were going to do as soon as we get to our room.." Simon pulled Lindsey into a soft kiss, rubbing her back. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves." After pulling away, he held the door open for her.
Chuckling softly, Lindsey grabbed her suitcase, wheeling it behind her as Simon followed.
"Simon, Are you awake?" Lindsey whispered as She sat up in bed. Her yellow cotton pajamas caught the low lighting of the room as she looked over to him. "Simon?" A choked snore leaves his lips as rolled he over, Facing his back to her, he pulls the covers higher on his body as she slept. Of course.
Knowing the coast was close, Lindsey pushed the crisp white covers off. Getting a soft whiff of bleach in her nose. It's been two hours since their vigorous "Celebration" up until that moment, they'd usually stay up and talk afterwards, but due to jetlag, Simon went to sleep right after they finished while she was lied awake in silence.
Lindsey wasn't a fool, she understood how the effect of jetlag wears you down, hell, she has it too. but it didn't mean that she wasn't a little disappointed. Honestly, she couldn't help to feel a little... bored? This trip was more exciting when they got there, hopefully, it'll get better on the second day, hopefully.
Lindsey entered the bathroom and flickered on the light, its harshness caused her groan quietly, squinting her eyes. Damnit, Simon was meant to keep the light. Lindsey allowed herself to get more adjusted to the bathroom's brightness, blinking a few times, she quietly closed the door and took out her phone.
Her thumb hovers over Joshua's number, itching to press it. The need to call him was almost unbearable, like a constant poke in her chest but she couldn't get herself to gather the strength to do so, her mind raced as she stared at the screen.
'Would he be calmer now or still be upset? Would he even want to speak to her after their argument?'
Sighing, Lindsey sat on the edge of the tub with slumped shoulders. Her eyes darting around the bathroom. Fuck it, she's calling him. Just as she turns her cellphone back, three quick knocks causes her her to jolt, 'Knock, Knock, Knock!' She almost drops her phone on the floor.
"Yes?"
"Are you alright in there? You've been gone for a long time." Simon said softly through the door as He leans against it, listening closely. Why did he have to get up?
"Uh, yeah." Lindsey pushes a hand though her short blonde hair, standing back up. "I'm fine, I'll be out a bit."
"Okay."
Hearing walk away, She glances back in the mirror. Making sure she doesn't look too guilty. Taking a deep breathe, she opens the door and turned off the light.
Lindsey was sitting under an umbrella as she read her book, the scent of salt water filled her nostrils as she sunk her toes into the warm, white sand of the Caribbean. Trying to enjoy this vacation, it's been three days and she couldn't fathom why she was so unsatisfied.
"Hello."
She looks up from her book, seeing him jogging towards her. Simon grabbed his towel and dried himself off before taking a beside her, "How's the water?" Lindsey asked, looking back to her book. "Great, How's the book?"
"Fine." Lindsey answers stiffly. Her fingers tightening around the body of the book. Just what she needed, having to talk to him when she's relaxing. "Oh..? Simon rubs the back of his neck, awkwardly as he glances back to the sea. "Well, I'm going to walk around and keep the blood pumping. I'll leave you to enjoy your book. See ya, babe."
She nods, not looking up. Annoyed, Simon got up and left her under the umbrella. Lindsey exhaled in relief, releasing all of the tension in her body. Glancing around, she withdrew her cellphone back from under her thigh and called the number back.
"Hey, what happened, is everything okay?" "Yeah, sorry about that. Tom, a ball kicked over my drink and it spilled on my leg." She lies, smiling softly. Lindsey sat the book down, listening to him. Tom was a single man she had met in passing at one of the country club's parties, he pulled her aside for a brief chat, they exchanged numbers and have been talking ever since. Sure, it would be wrong for her to talk to him... but she isn't in an relationship with Simon, so why not.
"What a shame, If i were there with you, I would've gotten you another one."
"Oh, and what else would you do?" She asks, sitting back in her plush sunbed.
"Well, I'd Give you something to take your mind off of it."
Lincoln fixes your attitude in the back of his car
Lincoln had just come back from the war, and it had been a month since he returned. You had missed him a lot, his voice, his hair, his slick ass mouth, and witty behavior, but you also missed something else. When he came back, you swore the army did him more good than harm, no offense to his hard work or the things he had seen or unfortunately experienced, but everything about him was different. Especially his body… he got wider and taller since you last saw him, and that was four and a half years ago?
His legs looked longer and thicker, full of muscle; the same with his arms, his abdomen, and his face. He looked so damn rugged and just masculine. It made you feel things. It was hard getting back into some sort of routine. This man would wake up at the crack of dawn in the backyard, doing heavy cardio, taking a run around the block at least 20 times, or lifting some weights he had before he left. But you also spent time together; he missed you just as much as you missed him. Nights now included home-cooked meals, going out to see a movie, or curling up on the couch with a book while he watched TV or bothered you. There was one thing he wasn’t trying to do,he didn’t touch you in a whole month of being back home. Why?
After days passed, hell weeks now, going on two months, he still hadn’t tried anything, little kisses here and there in the morning, little back hugs or waist grabbing, but nothing that led to moving into the bedroom…or the couch, or the kitchen, hell, even the floor would’ve done it. He had started a job, so he wasn’t here from morning until noon. Today was date night, which we had every Friday. You both walked around the house like busy bees getting dressed, actually more me than him. This man could wear a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt and still look good, which is exactly what he wore.
He said you were going to some fancy restaurant in the next city over, which sounded nice, but you wanted something else, not that you could tell him. You slipped on a black dress and a pair of low heels, pinned your hair into an updo you saw in a magazine, which came out rather nicely, and topped it off with some red lipstick. You looked in the mirror, seeing him standing against the door frame. As he leaned against it, he whistled, his deep footsteps coming in close from behind. He then wrapped his arms around you, “Don’t you look good enough to eat?” his broad, thick accent seeping through you, making you smile. You loved his voice. “Thank you, love.” You turned to kiss his cheek, and he smiled, “You ready?” You nodded, and you both were out the door.
He opened the car door for you to his black mustang, and you got in, he had this car for a long time, but due to his leave for the war, his brother took it to keep it checked up, since you knew nothing about cars. You looked out the window as he drove. You felt his hand gently rest on your thigh. You looked over at him and eyed him. Gosh, he looked so sexy, his thick facial structure, his biceps that clenched every few seconds, and his thighs… you've never been attracted to a man’s thighs- " You okay, sweetheart?” He spoke up, and it was like you were taken out of a trance, you simply nodded, “yeah, sorry, just thinkin'..”
He gave you a sidelong look, which you ignored. You bit your lip gently; hell, you couldn’t hold it back anymore. “Why haven’t you touched me?” you blurted, you immediately felt his hand squeeze your thigh a little as there was pure silence for a few seconds until he spoke “touch you?.. I’m touching you right now” he squeezed your thigh again your eyes rolled “not like that- you know what I mean” your voice sounded flustered at this point he went silent again, you looked over at him waiting for an answer. You scoff, moving his hand now, staring ahead. You, of course, felt him look at you from the side of your eyes, but he didn’t say anything; you just heard a sigh.
You both drove in silence until he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. It looked nice, but you didn’t even feel like eating, not at this point. He stopped and stared ahead before he looked over. He could see the irritation on your face, and you weren't trying to hide it either. He spoke up. “You gonna have an attitude all night?” His thick voice spoke up. You stayed silent before you looked over at him. “I don’t have an attitude.” Your tone of voice clearly said otherwise. He scoffed. “I hear it in your tone… you know I dislike it when you talk like that…”
You eyed him as you let out a bitter scoff under your breath. “Hm, right okay, Lincoln.” You didn’t even know WHY you were giving him attitude in the first place. “You’ve been here for basically a month, and you act like you aren’t even attracted to me anymore,” you said, almost quietly but not quiet enough. His brows furrowed as he looked at him. His face softened slightly; he eyed you. “You want me to touch you, huh?” There was a change in his tone, and a shift in the air.
He started up the car. “Get in the back,” he said, his voice sounding commanding, not in an asking tone either. His face looked hard as stone. You didn't even want to question him, so you got your ass right in the back. He put the car in drive and drove around the parking lot, but towards the back, where there were basically no cars, he pulled into an empty parking spot and turned off the car. He sat silently before he reached up, grabbed the rearview mirror, and pointed it towards the back at you, which left you confused. “Your little attitude problem…I don’t like that, you know that, right?” He said, and you looked at him; your mouth gaped open to say something, but the next thing you knew, he was climbing into the back with you.
You gasped out of surprise as he grabbed your feet. He slipped off your heels, tossing them to the front seat. “You said I wouldn’t touch you, hm?” He leaned forward, causing your breath to hitch. You could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath mixed with his musky cologne, which seemed to be your favorite thing in the world. “It’s true,” you replied back, eying him, and he eyed you back, his eyes flickering to your lips and then back at your eyes. He only hummed in response.
He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck, causing your chest to rise and then drop within seconds. “You think I didn’t want to touch you?” He placed another kiss, going lower and lower until he reached your collarbone. He began to suck on that same spot as you bit my lip before letting a groan slip out. You could feel him smirk against your chest. He looked up at you. “Do you know I’ve fantasized about fucking you…for four years straight, going insane over ya?”
His voice was husky; you felt him press up against your thigh. He was hard, hard as a damn rock. He grabbed your lower face, pulling you into a deep kiss. It wasn’t gentle, no, no, it was rough, wanting, obsessive, and you liked it. The kiss was sloppy and uneven; it was like you both wanted to fuse into each other. He grabbed the hem of your dress, lifting it to your waist. His hand went down between your legs. You let out a moan. You were already aroused before he even fully touched you.
He pulled away from the kiss as he looked down at you. He smirked, “All this from just me kissing you? You missed me that much, huh, baby?” His big, thick fingers rubbed over your clothed pussy, you let out a low moan. Gosh, you forgot how thick his fingers were. He took one of your legs, lifting it over his shoulder, and then the other. The car wasn’t big, but it wasn’t too small either, but the back was too small for him. He scooted back slightly as he lifted the lower half of your body towards his face, bending your body slightly. He wasted no time using his tongue to lick over your panties, causing your hips to buck into his mouth.
He took two fingers, sliding your panties to the side, and slid his tongue in between your folds, causing you to gasp and let out a moan. His tongue constantly slid up and down your folds; you whined as your hand flew to grip his hair, bringing him close. He grunted, feeling himself harden even more, if that was even possible, eating you like a man starved. His fingers gripped your thighs harder, leaving marks as he pulled you closer. His lips latched onto your clit. You hissed, feeling your legs shudder and shake. You gasp, your eyes closing as his tongue licked and his lips sucked on your clit. “Lincoln, I-” you breathed out. Your legs began to stutter, and your hips began to buck into his face more. He moved back slightly, his face covered in your slick.
He brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing circles, and not at all soft; he remembered your body; he knew you were close. “Cum for me, baby,” he mumbled. Your thighs attempted to squeeze around his wide torso, but they couldn't. Next thing you knew, you came all over his fingers, causing you to let out a gasp, almost close to a cry if anyone else heard it.
“You did so good, baby.” he leaned forward, pulling you closer under him, your body feeling like it's floating on clouds, your updo now a lean do, unraveled and ruined, yet you still looked beautiful. He brought his lips to yours in a deep kiss, he murmured against your lips.
“I'm not finished with you yet… let's get you home”
(this had been drafted for like 6 months i low-key hate it but posting it anyway so I can get back to writing 😭 HALF proofread if I spelled his name wrong NO I DIDNT)
╰┈➤ "what?" smoke called out to you as he turned around. "you heard me" you tried your best not to seem intimidated by his sudden drop of tone as you stood in the middle of the room with your arm folded over your plump chest. "mama, don't start wit me" he replied chuckling as he walked passed you to the bedroom door, walking out and heading towards the bathroom. "i'm tired, okay? nigga been at work at since 6 this morning i don't have time to fight with you right now" he sighed.
"this the shit i be talking about" you "sneered" as you followed him into the bathroom. "what "shit" baby? i swear you always trying to argue cause you bored as fuck in this house, go get a hobby or sum" he huffed. "YOU! you're always walking away from everything like why can't you just handle the problem at hand?" you snapped, almost laughing as he looked at you like you were crazy.
" i know good in well you ain't just yell at me y/n....you getting beside yourself" he pointed a finger at you with a bitter chuckle. "i've always been like this babes, you just late to the party" you rolled your eyes.
he continued to stare at you as you can visibly see his patience for you is wearing thin as time passes. your words are finally breaking him and it's quite exciting as you felt moisture start to form downwards. you tried crossing your legs subtly but smoke caught onto it quick as he smirked before turning towards the shower and twisting the nob.
he did everything so silently after that and it honestly made you even more wet with a bit of nervousness as well. every time he does quiet like this, you know your legs aren't gonna be usable.
"you know what," he finally announced after the deadly silence. "i got something for you" he simply stated with no further explanation. you gulped as you built up the courage to point at him some more. "well, it's the least you can with that LITTLE dick of yours" you made sure to empathize the one word that would get him irritated.
your heart began to speed up as you anticipated for his reaction. smoke stopped what he was doing and turned towards you with furrowed eyebrows. "matter fact, stay in here and take off them clothes" he sternly asked as his jaw clenched.
you stood there stuck for a moment not knowing if you should listen to him or keep playing the game that you started. to be honest you were terrified for what treatment you're about to receive from your "attitude" towards him. "did you not hear what i just said woman? am i muted? are you deaf?" he questioned as he marched up towards you. "n-no" you shamelessly stuttered.
"then get yo ass out of them clothes and get in the shower wit me, aight?" he stared deep in your soul before huffing, turning around and started to take his clothes off one by one. you nervously shook as you reached for your top and slowly lifted it off your body.
soon, your bra was next, then your shorts, then your underwear went you were hesitant to take off due to your wetness making itself known as the slimy substance clung onto the fabric and your perfectly shaved pussy.
you subconsciously crossed your arms over your body as you watched him get into the shower. his manly back muscles were making themselves known. you took a deep breath before getting in after him. he didn't say anything to you as he used the body wash and loofa to clean his body.
you grabbed your own loofa and started to shower as well. a few minutes passed by and you were still nervous. him standing here with his back turned towards you under the shower as the water dripped down from his hair down to his brown skin.
he soon turned towards you, grabbed ahold of your waist with force as you slightly yelped in shock from the sudden aggression. "babe, my hair will get wet" you silently told him. "you think i care?" he rebutted, trailing his hands down from your waist to your hips before stopping at your ass to give you a harsh slap and soon turned you around forcefully.
you held onto the wall for support, you figured he wanted to fuck you in a certain position so you intentionally backed your ass up on him. "look at you, waiting to be fucked like the ho you is" he slapped your ass again watching as it jiggled from the force causing you to moan at the feeling. you can feel your slick trickle down your thighs.
"elijah, baby put it in" you whined backing your ass up on him again. "stop" he held onto your hips, forcing an arch in your back. "wasn't you just mad at me? huh? now you want this dick?" he grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed the tip up and down between your folds.
you moaned quite loudly as he dipped it into your hole a bit. his other hand kept an iron grip on your hip as he continued his torture. his dick getting wetter and wetter from your slick coating it. "wasn't you just saying how small my dick and now you aching for it?" he said in disbelief.
"i-i was joking baby please put it in, i need you" you cried out. "oh you was joking? yea let's see if it's a joke now" he remarked, plunging his dick into your hole using the hand that once held it towards your neck and began thrusting at a fast pace. your body jolted at each thrust. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned out his name.
"elijah~ you feel so good daddy" you whimpered as tried to keep your balance from his harsh thrusts. "yeah? i thought my dick was small though, you sure is taking it like a good ass slut" he grunted watching his dick disappear in and out of your hole. you bit your lip, pushing your ass onto him to meet his thrusts. soon your stomach began to tighten as you felt like you were about to cum.
"i-im about t-to cum~" you whimpered out. "yeah? do it slut" he slapped your ass and held tighter on your neck as tears began to pour down your cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. with a few more of his thrust you're fluids soon coated his dick as he continued to thrust into you making the substance form a ring around his veiny dick.
he pulled out just as he was about to cum as well. you tried catching your breath from the intense act that was taking place. "nah, we ain't done yet....get on them knees" he ordered. you weakly got onto your knees infront of him. "go ahead and suck it" you stared up at him before using both your hands to grab his dick.
you gave kitty licks to the tip before twirling your tongue around the slit, tasting his pre cum. he moaned as you finally placed his dick into your mouth. the warmth of you mouth caused him to roll his head back as he grabbed ahold of the back of your neck.
you bobbed your head up and down whilst using your hands to stroke the rest of his inches that didn't fit in your mouth. "fuck, keep sucking it like that" he moaned biting his lip. you looked at him through hooded eyes as you hallowed your cheeks and attempting to deep throat him.
he placed his hand that wasn't behind your neck onto ye wall to balance him as he felt light headed from the pleasure he was receiving. "i fucking love you, girl" you rolled his head back down to look at you. you fluttered your eyelashes as your slob coated his dick causing it to drip down your chin and his shaft. "you love me?" he questioned, his grip on your next tightening. you hummed.
"i want a verbal answer" he pulled you off. "yes, baby i love you so fucking much, you fuck me so good" you whined out as he only smirked before forcing you back onto his dick, throat fucking you. "that's what i like to hear" he grunted. you can feel his dick soon swelling up as his abused your throat. "shit, im boutta cum" he sped up his pace as your eyes squeezed shut as tears began to trickle down your face. your hands held onto his thighs for support.
a few more throats and his cum was soon shooting down your esophagus. the warm substance filled your mouth as you tried your best to swallow all of it. half it dripping down the sides of your mouth and onto the showers floor.
smoke chest heaved up and down heavily as he tried catching his breath. you pulled away from his dick and wiped your mouth before standing up with your weakened legs as if they weren't already weak from the last sex session.
"come here" he softly spoked. you leaned towards him as he gripped your chin and kissed you sloppily, adding tongue to taste you. you moaned into his mouth wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
smoke was the first to pull back as long strip of saliva connected between you two began to thin the more he backed up. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" he asked as he grabbed his loaf again. you only nodded unable to speak, too scared that your voice would be gone.
after taking your second bath, you both laid down in bed with smoke massaging your feet as you two watched tv. "so, what was all that attitude about huh? you just wanted some dick or?" he broker the relaxing silence. "no, babe it was supposed to be a prank that i decided to play on you" you tried to laugh but your throat hurting wouldn't let you. now it was time for smoke to laugh.
"see? that's what you get for playing with me mama" he laughed as you squinted your eyes at him. "it's not funny, nobody told you to literally abuse my throat" you rolled your eyes. "man, you had it coming you know you liked it" he scoffed.
"so what if i didn't? what you gon do" you pushed your finger into the side of his temple. he only shook his head. "you know, you just can't stop huh? you like to get ruined" he smiled. his gold grills making themselves known. "yea but seeing you angry gets my wet so i can get whatever i want from you" you smugly replied.
“yea, you and my momma the only women i'll ever let get on my nerves" he stated. "yea, we better the only ones until we get a little me running around here" you smiled sweetly before kissing his lips slowly but passionately, biting his bottom lip.
"ouuuu girl what you tryna get into" he joked as he grabbed your waist, wrapping his arms sound around it before placing his head into your neck and started kissing your neck. you giggled as you tried pushing him off of you you wrapped your leg around his hip as you enjoyed the affection.
“What did I tell you? Huh?” He asks while smacking fire from your ass.
“Huh?”
“Fuckin answer me when I’m talkin to you.” He grabs your throat tightly.
“What the fuck did I tell you?”
“That I better have your money by today!”
“And you don’t have it do you? I told you , you could fuckin run, but you can’t hide from me.”He says while spanking your ass mercilessly.
He was right. You had come home from a night out while ignoring his calls all day. You had so much fun to the point that you’re not even noticing that he was in your house until you got into your room.
A sly Rio standing behind your closed door. Waiting to pounce on you. You opened your bedroom door & suddenly you were snatched.
“Oh my fucking-!”
“Shut up.” He cut you off with his hand going over your mouth.
“You know what this is mama. You owe me. Where’s my money —? Huh? You’re 3 weeks late & lucky I even gave you that long. If you scream, I’ll kill you. Now answer me.” He let go of your mouth. “I-I’ll have it.” You say in shame.
“You WILL have it or you DO have it?” He asks in your ear.
“I will.”
He chuckles at your response.
“You know. You keep doing this shit I’ll have to kill you. Do you think this is a joke?” He asks while slamming you down onto your hands and knees. “Huh?” he sends a smack of fire to your ass.
“huh? What the fuck did I tell you? You tried to hide from me. Ignoring my calls.” He goes on, still swatting his hand to your ass. “I-” “who told you to speak—did I fuckin tell you to speak?” He swats again.
“You don’t wanna pay me, you don’t wanna shut the fuck up. You really are something else. I think you think I’m a joke. ‘He won’t kill me, he just digs in my guts and lets me go.’ Is that what you tell yourself?”
“No”
“You sure? Cus’ it seems like every time I let you off, you just wanna see if I’ll do it. Well, let me tell you I will. That pussy of yours won’t be the only thing I kill.” That last piece got you soaking & before you knew it, he had you prone bone.
“Oh fuck!” You squeeze out with the little bit of airflow he did let you have.
“Mhm. That too much for you?” He chuckles at you.
“How audacious.” He starts, still drilling into your spot. “Can’t take it? But you expect me to take not getting what I’m owed? Huh?”
“Ughh fuck mee!” He was. He was fucking the shit out of you. Something you hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“Mhm.” He responds nonchalantly, as if he isn’t making your legs shake.
“Fuuuck oh my fucking-”
“You better not.” Just as he told you not to, you came and started to pull yourself away from him.
“Unt unt. I’m not done. I told you not to do that, now look at you. Pathetic.”
It’s hour 6 and your pressed underneath his top half as his bottom half fucks into yours. This position has you trapped as he continues to ignore your pleas.
“Yeah scream for me mama.” He says getting rougher.
“Fuuuuuck please!!” You beg for his mercy, yet he stays merciless. At this point you’re dead on screaming.
“Fuckin scream for me. This what you want? This why you don’t wanna pay me?”
“No-Ffuck! I’m sorry”
𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞...
“Yes hello I need police. My neighbor is screaming and she’s usually quiet so I think something may be wrong.”
They actually showed up.
“Hello ms.—?”
“That’s me.” You were all roughed up in your robe.
“Great, so we got a complaint of you screaming and we were called out to make sure everything’s okay.”
“Yes everything’s fine”
“So can you tell us why someone would call about screaming. Like it was described to us as a murder type situation.” You didn’t want to flat out tell him to his face that you were getting fucked the shit out of.
“Well. I was screaming, but not about a murder.”
“Right, so that’s why I’m just wondering why the screaming. Cus you’ve got neighbors and they’re very clearly worried about you.”
“Hello officer…Jackson” Rio says coming up behind you.
“Ahh I see. Maybe have some mercy and keep it down.” He says walking off the porch toward his patrol car. You close the door and sigh in embarrassment. You even forgot that Rio was here until you turn around to face him staring at you.
“You better pay me. Or they’ll definitely be showing up about a murder.”
Three days later you’re sitting on the couch binging big little lies. Thinking about that night. You couldn’t believe the police showed up. Thinking about all the ways he—“I have to pay him.”
Summary: The adventures of Smoke and his wild and carefree, younger girlfriend.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), unprotected sex (m/f), dirty talk, use of sex toys, overstimulation, spanking, bondage, mentions of creampie, harassment, misogyny (not Smoke though).
Lovergirlnote: This came out way longer than I expected y’all lol, but honestly I was having so much fun writing it. To all my fellow young hoes, this one is for y’all. Let me know what you think!🥹♥️
From the book of young hoe: Thou shan’t wear a coat if it doesn’t match the fit.
When most people met Smoke, they automatically assumed that they knew what type of woman he would gravitate towards. When they envisioned Smoke’s significant other, they pictured a woman who was modest, quiet, and poised. What they weren’t expecting was you.
Now, no one would ever step to Smoke and openly say anything unkind about you. Not unless they wanted to be packed up like a can of sardines. Because one thing Smoke didn’t play about was you.
Smoke meets you at the gas station of all places. He notices you almost immediately. It’s really hard not to notice you in your short dress that clings to your curves like it’s painted on, or the loud clacking from your heels that are definitely a safety hazard.
Or maybe it’s the warm and sweet vanilla perfume that wafts past his nose and lingers in the aisle as you pick up snacks. Smoke assumes that you must be coming back from a night out based on how you look. Your movements are a bit sluggish, but still graceful as you pick up a bag of Hot Cheetos.
You seemingly don’t pay attention to any of the patrons inside the gas station, whose eyes follow you like bugs to a porch light. You blow large bubbles with the gum in your mouth before popping it to repeat the cycle.
Smoke hates the way that his body instantly reacts to feeling your presence behind him. Your scent overwhelms his senses like you’re imprinting yourself into every atom of his being.
He spares a glance at you once he pays for his things. He finds that you’re already staring at him with a pretty smile and mischievous eyes. You wave your pretty manicured hand at him before stepping up to the counter. Smoke chuckles lowly before waving back to you and heading outside to pump his gas.
You slide the snacks across the counter as you smile flirtatiously at the associate, “Azim, how you doing, baby?”
Azim blushes under your gaze, “I’m doing good, my darling. Was it a good night out?”
“It was amazing, my girls and I danced all night. Free drinks too,” you reply, blowing another bubble.
Azim starts bagging up your items before peeking back up at you, “I’m glad to hear you had such a good time. Anything else you need, my dear?”
“Let me get $20 on pump five.”
Azim types the amount in the register before giving you your total, “That’ll be $21.00, my love.”
You smile at him, “Azim, I know you’re undercharging me.”
Azim waves you off with a soft chuckle, “You know you’re one of my favorite customers. I have to take care of you. Family discount.”
You tap your card on the reader before smiling and blowing a kiss to Azim, “You’re the best, Azim. Let me know when your wife is making some more of that baklava, so I can come through.”
“I’ll have her make you a special batch. Come by on Sunday,” Azim calls out to you. You reply with a quick ‘thank you’ before walking out to your car. You spot Smoke standing at his car, pumping gas, along with a few other guys who are crowded around one car.
Truthfully, Smoke could’ve been done pumping his gas, but he chose to pump slower in hopes of catching you coming out of the store.
You open the door to your car to throw the snack bag on the seat before moving to start pumping your gas. It’s not lost on Smoke how cold it is outside, and you, in your tiny dress, don’t even seem to be phased by it.
In fact, you keep pumping your gas and blowing bubbles like everything is copacetic.
Unfortunately, Smoke’s not the only one who notices how pretty you look tonight. The guys surrounding the car all wolf-whistle and make noise as they catch you passing by. Smoke can see the predatory look in their eyes as they drink in your appearance.
His body immediately goes into protector mode. Feeling bold, one of the guys starts to yell out in your direction, “Aye ma! Aye ma! Lemme holla’ at you!”
You roll your eyes and keep pumping your gas. You chose to ignore the ignorant man, who clearly doesn’t have any home training.
It appears that audacity is on sale as the man yells out to you again, “Aye, girl! I know you hear me talking to you!”
Still, no response from you.
“Well, fuck you too then, you stuck up bitch!”
Smoke doesn’t know whose head snaps over quicker—his or yours. He can see the anger filling your pretty face as you finally stop chewing your gum.
“Boy, if you don’t get the fuck out of my face with them cheap ass clothes and that fake-ass Cuban link. Wanna-be-rap-ass nigga,” you yell back. Smoke and all of the other men are stunned momentarily by the ruthlessness of your words.
The wanna be who you just insulted doesn’t take the lashing well. Smoke catches the ugly expression that overtakes the man’s face as he moves around the car to start making his way to you. His homeboys have enough sense to try to stop him, but he roughly shrugs them off.
Just as he’s about to make his way to you, Smoke stands directly in his path. The older man squares his shoulders and glares down at the younger man. The height difference, combined with Smoke’s quiet disposition, creates a sense of unease in the young man’s demeanor.
“Nah, don’t get shy now. Whatchu’ was planning on doing, young buck? You thought you were about to put your hands on her?” Smoke questions, stepping up to crowd the boy’s space.
The man in question opens his mouth to start stuttering. Smoke frowns, “Nah, don’t start stuttering on me now, boy. Tell me whatchu’ was planning. You wanna act bad in front of your boys, so let’s talk man to man. You wanna press her? Nah, you press me now, nigga.”
The man swallows harshly as Smoke can see the tremors racking through his body as he finally starts to recognize Smoke.
He holds his hands up, “S-Smoke, I ain’t meant nothin’ by it, man.”
“You ain’t mean nothing by it? Seems like you had your mind set before I stepped in front of you. You wanted to be a man when you were about to put your hands on her, but you ain’t a man now that I’m in front of you.” Smoke steps forward so the only thing that the young man can feel is his presence.
He lowers his voice, “You listen to me, and I want you to listen real good because I don’t repeat myself. You ever talk to a woman like that or approach her like that again, ima beat yo’ ass as yo daddy should’ve. If I see you planning on pressin’ another woman, I’ll break every bone in your fuckin’ body and have you sippin’ on yogurt for the rest of your life. Don’t get yourself put on a t-shirt, boy. I’m sure Ms. Coretta ain’t prepared to put you in a casket. We clear?”
The young man is now openly shaking as he sees the darkness in Smoke’s eyes. It’s like he’s looking at something inhuman. He nods his head, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Smoke,” He responds, fear lacing the edge of his tone.
Smoke nods, “Now, I believe you owe her an apology.”
The boy looks in your direction, “I’m sorry, Miss. It won’t happen again.”
Smoke looks at him again, “Now, get the fuck out of here.” The young man scurries away with his homeboys in tow. Anyone in town knows that the Smokestack twins are the last men that you want to have beef with.
Smoke turns to you before walking over. You blow a bubble before popping it, “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”
Smoke smirks, “Yes, I did. What were you planning on doing if I hadn’t stepped in or been around?”
You shrug, “I was planning on getting him with this bear mace.”
Smoke lifts his eyebrows, “You know that’s illegal.”
You blow another bubble. Pop! “So is harassment, but these niggas act like the First Amendment entitles them to a response from me.” Smoke chuckles in response.
You look at him, “So it’s Smoke, I reckon?”
He nods, “S’just a nickname. My real name is Elijah.” You hum while still chewing on your gum. You’d vaguely heard of the Smokestack twins. Anybody this side of the Delta had heard about the two men, but you rarely paid attention when people would go into detail about them.
You only cared for gossip when it was something that intrigued you. Two men who put fear in the hearts of men in the South didn’t intrigue you. Yet, with Smoke standing in front of you, smelling like a grown man, you were now thoroughly intrigued. It didn’t help the fact that he was fine in a way that gave 90s.
Smoke catches your hand on the gas pump, “Let me finish pumping your gas for you. It’s freezing out here.”
You step to the side and let Smoke take over. Who were you to deny the services of a man being courteous to you? Smoke takes a moment to look at you up close.
You smile before leaning on your car, “You wanted to pump my gas so you could stare at me?”
“M’just wondering where your jacket is,” Smoke comments.
“At home, it didn’t go with my outfit,” you respond as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“So catching pneumonia in the ass is worth the fit?”
“Yep, you haven’t ever heard the saying ‘fashion is sacrifice’?”
Smoke chuckles, “Can’t say I have. Now, would you pretty please go sit in the car while I finish pumping your gas?”
You roll your eyes before smacking your glossed lips, “Fine, since you’re so worried that I’ll turn into a popsicle.” You open your door before sliding into the seat. From his view, Smoke can see you typing on your phone. He finishes pumping your gas and places the gas pump back on the handle.
He closes the cap as you turn on your car. You roll down the window just as Smoke steps closer to lean down. You flash another pretty smile at him, “Thank you again for your help, Mr. Smoke.”
“Just Smoke for you, sugar. Or Elijah. Whichever you prefer.”
“Hmm..I guess I’ll call you, Elijah, then,” You said, still chewing on your gum. There’s a beat of silence that’s filled with your soft chewing and music from your radio.
You lean closer to him, “Are you going to ask for my number now?”
“You know I’m too old for you, right?”
You blow another big bubble and pop it, “So? I like my men a little seasoned. Just hand me your phone.” Smoke slides his phone from his pocket and unlocks it. You start typing your number in before calling yourself. You save his contact and slide his phone back into his hand.
“Do you always give your number away at the gas station?” Smoke questions.
“I give my fake number out all the time. You should feel lucky that you have my real number,” You respond, flashing another cute smile at him. Smoke admires the way that the light dances across your skin and the faint glitter that he assumes is from some lotion.
“Consider me honored. Drive safely and let me know when you make it home,” Smoke states, looking you straight in the eye.
You smack your lips, “You checking for me already, old man?”
“I’d just feel a lot better knowing that you got home safely.”
“I’ll text you then, Elijah.” With that, you smile before rolling your window up. You drive out of the parking lot with Smoke watching your car.
He enters his own car and sets off to go home.
Later in the night, when he makes it home and showers, he’s lying in bed, and he hates to admit that he’s waiting for the text from you. Finally, his phone vibrates in his hand, and he sees your name appear on the screen.
You
*image attached*
I made it home safely
Smoke eyes the picture for far longer than he’ll ever admit. His gaze scans across your baby blue pajamas and the matching bonnet. A cute smile graces your lips as you snap the picture.
Elijah
Let me take you out tomorrow for brunch.
You
Straight to the point, I like you.
I guess I can clear some time in my very busy schedule for you😉
Elijah
I promise it’ll be worth it.
You
It better be. I’m not afraid to leave you at the table by yourself.
From that moment, you became Smoke’s old lady, and everybody knew not to cross you unless they wanted him on their necks.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt take the clothes from the dryer and put it in a pile; you’ll get to it later
The age difference between you and Smoke takes a little bit to get used to on both of your ends, but honestly, it’s not that big of a deal. In fact, you keep Smoke on his toes every day that you’re together. It’s within the second month of your relationship that he learns that you’re a “young ho” as you had so affectionately put it.
“Why you calling yourself a hoe?” He asked, a frown covering his handsome face.
You roll your eyes, “It’s not like that, Elijah. It’s more of a reclamation of a word for a positive cause.”
“What I tell you about rolling your eyes?”
You resisted the urge to do it again. The last time that you’d rolled your eyes at Smoke, he’d turnt you every way but loose in the bedroom.
He chose not to elaborate on your new self-proclaimed title. He learned very early in your relationship that you were a real stubborn brat when you wanted to be. He liked to play the part of annoyed, but inwardly, he loved how much you tested his patience.
Smoke was one of those guys who had a real strict program, and that program was applied to you, but he often let you off scot free most of the time. Stack would even fuss at him because of how spoiled Smoke had you.
The next day, Stack and Smoke are sitting at the kitchen table together while you’re vacuuming in the living room. You cut the vacuum off, and Smoke expects you to walk up to the wall to take the cord out.
But you don’t. Because young hoes don’t do that. Instead, you grip the cord and rip it out of the socket before dragging the piece over to you.
Smoke and Stack both watch you.
“Aye, why didn’t you just go pull it out?” Stack asks.
You smack your lips, “Why would I make all of those unnecessary steps when I can just do it my way?” You wrap the cord up and hook it onto the vacuum before leaving the living room.
Stack turns to Smoke, “You would end up with a young hoe.”
“So you know about it too?”
“Yeah, it’s this new thing on Twitter and TikTok. Girls talking about stuff that young hoes typically do. Her ripping that cord out of the wall was a prime example.”
Smoke does typically watch you. It’s a habit, really, but now, he watches you closer for your young hoe habits.
He comes over to your house on a Sunday and finds that you’re finishing up your laundry. You grab the warm clothes from the dryer in one big swoop and deposit them on the chair in the corner of your room. Smoke watches as you walk away without folding the clothes.
“Baby, you just gone leave them right there?” He questions, looking between you and the pile.
“Yes, Papa Bear, I’ll fold them later,” you respond. He wants to give you the benefit of the doubt and trust that you’ll fold them, but he has to keep an eye on you.
Turns out, he should’ve let the doubt win.
When he comes back over the following day, the clothes are still sitting in the chair. Wordlessly, he goes over to the pile to start folding the clothes into neat sections for you. He even goes the extra mile to place them in their appropriate places.
You give him a surprised look when you come into the room, “Aww, Papa Bear, you didn’t have to do that.” You press a big kiss against his lips, your lip gloss staining his lips, but quite frankly, he loves the sensation.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
Smoke is able to catch more of your young hoe antics when it comes to clothing. You volunteer to put his clothes in the washer because you love taking care of your old man.
To his honest defense, Smoke believed that you could handle the task, and truthfully, you could, but just in your own way. He stands up from the couch to go grab a water from the fridge. Once inside the kitchen, he catches sight of you in the laundry room with his dirty basket of clothes.
Now, Smoke is a man of habit. There’s a precise way that he likes to have things done. Which is why he’s honestly gobsmacked when he watches you load the clothes into the washer without separating any of them by color.
To top it off, you grab his expensive laundry detergent and pour way more than what’s required into the washing machine. You turn the machine on, step back with your hands on your hips, and have the nerve to look proud.
You turn and catch sight of him staring at you in the kitchen. He fixes his mouth to comment, but chooses not to when he sees the bright smile on your face.
You point at the washer, “Look, I got you all fixed up.”
Smoke can’t find it in his heart to take this moment from you, so he just smiles in response before walking over to press a long kiss against your lips.
“Thank you, baby.”
Now, Smoke is old, but he didn’t think he was that old. But by the way that you’re looking at him and the ironing board, the nigga starts to feel like Morgan Freeman.
“You don’t know what an ironing board is?”
“Nigga, I’m not daft, I know what an ironing board is. I’m just trying to figure out why you would need one. Just iron on the bed.”
Smoke cuts his eyes in your direction, “No, the creases won’t hit the same.”
“Anyways. So what do you need this disinfectant spray for?” You ask, holding up the white bottle.
“Baby, that’s starch.”
You frown and turn the bottle in your direction before reading it. You try to hide the embarrassed look that crosses your face before you hand the bottle back to him. You walk over to the ironing board that is still folded and fumble with it.
You look genuinely perplexed by the fact that it won’t stand up. Anyone else would be annoyed, but Smoke finds it cute. You look at him with that whiny pout on your face, “Your ironing board is broken. Probably because it’s from the 90s.”
Smoke chuckles before taking the ironing board from your hand and standing it up correctly. You look at each other in silence before you nod, “I got it loosened up for you. You’re welcome.”
With that, you walk out of the room, and Smoke figures it’s best to just let you have the win.
Besides, his baby girl gets whatever she wants when she’s with him.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt use Apple Pay for literally every expense. We don’t use physical cards or cash anymore.
Smoke is old school.
He still carries around a wallet of cash and his debit cards. He only sets up Apple Pay on his phone because you insisted that it was more convenient.
It is, but he won’t admit that to you. For you, you never have to pay for things when you’re with Smoke. In fact, he finds the audacity of you paying for anything outrageous. On the small chance that he isn’t there with you, he makes sure that you have the funds available for your needs.
When he tries to hand you his card, you genuinely look perplexed, “What’s this for?”
He squints, “For you to buy your stuff. No limit.”
“That’s cute, Papa Bear, but I don’t even carry my own card around. I use Apple Pay for everything,” You said.
“Just add my card to your Apple Pay, then baby,” Smoke orders, sliding the card in your hands.
“Okay, thanks, baby,” you said, kissing his lips a few times. In response, Smoke slides your body into his lap and watches as you type the card into your Apple Pay and save it.
This isn’t the only incident involving money with you and Smoke. You’re about to head out for a night with your girls when he stops you.
“Come here before you leave, baby,” He demands from the couch. He and Stack are watching the finals while you go out.
“Sup ugly,” You state, slapping Stack on the neck. He frowns and twists around to pop you back when you step out of the way.
Y’all are about to engage in another childish fight until Smoke glares at you both. Stack smacks his lips, “You better get yo girl before we be outside tussling.”
“Ima mace you too,” You quip, as you walk to Smoke’s side of the couch.
“See, I don’t even wanna play with you because I know you’re serious,” Stack states before turning his attention back to the TV.
Smoke runs his eyes up and down your body in the two-piece set. Your body shines from your rigorous body care routine. He grips your waist, “You look good, babygirl.”
“Thank you, Papa Bear,” you respond, leaning down to kiss him. From behind him, Stack makes gagging noises while you stick your finger up at him.
As you pull away from the kiss, Smoke grabs a couple of bills from his wallet and slides them over to you.
“Uh, I don’t need this,” You said, a faint whine at the end of your tone.
“Yes, you do. Your little Apple Pay can’t cover everything. What if your phone dies? You need to be prepared just in case. Here. Take a few quarters, you might need to call me from a pay phone,” Smoke explains.
All of the argument leaves your body because he’s right and you know it. You slide the bills and change in your purse before leaning down to press your lips against his again. This time, however, you slide your tongue inside of Smoke’s mouth while his hand goes to your neck.
“Man! Y’all gone with all of that,” Stack yells from his end of the couch.
You and Smoke part with a few additional pecks. A honk from outside lets you know that your friends are here. As you go to leave, you peck Smoke’s lips again, “I love you, Papa Bear. I’ll text you updates throughout the night.”
You start walking towards the door until Smoke clears his throat, “Grab that coat on the way out, babygirl.”
You huff and throw your head back, “Elijah..it doesn’t go with my outfit!”
He gives you a hard look, and you stare back. For a solid minute, you both keep the staring contest going as Stack moves his head back and forth between the two of you.
Smoke goes to stand when you hold your hands up, “Chill! Chill! I’m getting it.” You grab the jacket and hold it up as if to say, “See.”
In return, Smoke smiles at you, “Good girl. I love you too. Make sure that you text me.”
Stack laughs, “Aha…my brother got you in check.” He turns and feels like he has the last word. He doesn’t catch you creeping up behind him until you lean down to whisper, “stupid hoe” in his ear and slap the back of his neck again. You’re already out the door by the time that Stack gets off the couch.
He frowns and crosses his arms.
Smoke takes a sip from his drink, “Y’all are some children.”
Later in the night, Smoke periodically gets updates from you about your location and condition. You send him tipsy pictures from the club bathroom. It’s not too long before he gets a notification from your Instagram saying that you’ve posted to your stories.
Smoke chuckles at the picture, but he’s glad to see that you’re having a good time with your girls. Some people assumed that since you liked to go outside, it would be a turn-off for Smoke, but it was quite the opposite.
He liked the fact that you were young, carefree, and enjoying your life. He’d never try to nag or change who you were. In fact, being with you taught Smoke that he needed to let loose a lot more and enjoy the moment.
Hours later, he hears the sound of a car door closing and watches from the porch as you walk back to the house. You pout pathetically upon seeing him, “My feet hurt. Can you carry me, Papa Bear?”
Without hassle, Smoke scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the house. He waves at your friends as he closes the door. Your head lolls to the side as you lie on his shoulder.
Smoke looks down at you, “You still with me, baby?”
“Mhmm.”
He raises an eyebrow, “So you gonna carry me up these stairs?”
“Yeah, I got you, baby,” you grumble back. Smoke laughs to himself at your antics. Even in your tipsy state, you still swore up and down that you were the Incredible Hulk.
Arriving inside the bedroom, Smoke gently sets you down while grabbing a big t-shirt for you.
He helps you with getting out of the heels and your set. “Lift your arms for me, baby.”
You oblige as he slips his t-shirt over your head. He goes to the bathroom to grab some micellar water to help you remove your makeup.
You grumble in sleepiness.
“I know, baby, just a little bit more,” He coos to you gently. Once he’s finished cleaning your face, he tucks you away under the blankets. He slips your bonnet over your hair.
“It’s hot,” you whine from beneath the covers. Smoke walks over to the fan, flicks it on, and turns it in your direction. He’d never heard of someone sleeping with a fan on until he started dating you.
He slips beneath the covers and pulls your body into his side. You cuddle your body more into his hold, “Thank you, Papa Bear. I love you.”
“I love you too, babygirl,” Smoke replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As he listens to your steady breath, Smoke rationalizes that there’s nothing better than being here with you.
If Stack were here, he’d clown him real bad, but Smoke doesn’t care. He’d gladly go out and get your name tatted to show how down bad he is for you.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt play the music about the guns and drugs, but shalt not participate in said activities
Smoke watches you in amusement as you pretend to shimmy in the living room, as “Off the Leash” by Gucci Mane blasts through the space. When he first met you, he’d assumed that you would like a lot of lover girl music, which you did.
But more often than not, you were listening to music about drugs and guns, even though you were hands down a law-abiding citizen. The song changes to “All There” by Jeezy, and you start hyping yourself up more.
You walk over to Smoke and start rapping the lyrics in his face, while grabbing money from his wallet to spread it down your arm.
“So you’re a dope boy now?” Smoke asks, subtly nodding his head along to the music.
“I’ve been trappin’ out here, Smoke,” You respond. He raises his eyebrows at the change of name, but continues chuckling as you make gun gestures with your hands.
“So that means I should go get you a gun of your own now?”
You ball your face up, “No, thank you. You know I don’t like guns. Plus, I’d just be a menace if these niggas tried me.” You prove your point by making gun noises like you’re shooting
You really weren’t a big fan of guns. Even with the gun that Smoke kept in his house, you always made sure that he had it locked away, far from your sight. You didn’t even like the idea of him being near a gun, and he was a whole trained veteran.
You take your phone out and start typing. You glance back at him, “I have a hair appointment tomorrow, so I may be MIA for a while.”
He nods, “Okay, I’ll send you the money to cover it.”
You lean down to press a kiss against his cheeks, “Thanks, Papa Bear.”
When you mentioned getting your hair done to Smoke, he doesn’t expect you to be gone for that long. He checks your location, which states that you’re still at your braider’s house.
His phone buzzes with a text from you.
Babygirl♥️
Be home soon.
I can’t wait for you to see my braids🙂↔️
He lets out a sigh of relief at the message. One thing that was always true, Smoke could be a bit overprotective, but it was only because he knew how the world operated. He knew how cruel people could be, especially to someone like you.
You were smart and observant, but Smoke just preferred to be around to look out for you. In his mind, you were all bubble gum, sunshine, and sweetness. He’d hate to see someone trying to snuff that light out of you.
Thirty minutes later, Smoke hears your car pulling into the yard. You get out, casually sipping on your Stanley Cup and walking to the house.
He opens the door to greet you. You connect your lips to his while gripping his shirt, “Hey, Papa Bear. I hope you weren’t waiting up for me.”
“I was,” Smoke said, closing the door behind you.
He goes to sit on the couch and crosses his arms, “What took you so long?”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes, “It was mostly the braid length. You know I like to get my braids long.” You do a quick turn to show the braids off, and Smoke’s gaze travels down to how long they are. The braids’ length ends just below your butt.
You turn back to him with a wide smile, “Do you like them?”
“Yeah, babygirl, I love them. You look beautiful as always.” He means it. There’s not one moment when Smoke isn’t thinking about how beautiful you are.
Later in the night, he oils your scalp at bedtime. In return, you apply a clay mask to his face as he waits for it to dry.
Quite honestly, Smoke had never been well-versed in skincare. That just wasn’t his thing. Now, he kept himself up and always kept his skin moisturized, but stuff like skincare was more up Stack’s alley.
Since dating you, Smoke has a whole skincare routine that you and he do every night. He’s always had pretty good skin, but since being with you, you've elevated his skin to a new level. You both stand side-by-side at the sink, washing the masks from your faces. Smoke scoops you up to sit on the counter and grips your backside in his hand as you apply his serums and moisturizer for the night.
You peek up at him through your lashes, “You so handsome, Papa Bear.”
You grab his chin in your hand and pull his face down towards yours. Smoke’s lips engulf yours in a passionate kiss as he tongues you down. He slides your body closer to his as he fully steps between your legs. You roll your hips into his as his bulge presses against your wet core. When he steps back slightly, you whine in response while pouting. Smoke chuckles darkly before gripping your thighs to pull you off the counter. He effortlessly carries you from the bathroom to the bedroom and deposits you on the bed.
He leans down on the bed to cover your body with his. He grabs both of your wrists in his hands and pins you to the top of the bed. He frowns when he moves one of his hands and hears a crinkle. Smoke looks up and grabs the item. A bag of Hot Cheetos crunches in his hands.
He looks down at you while you give him an innocent grin. It’s only when he looks up that he notices all of the extra items in the bed like candy, your iPad, both of your chargers, and your Stanley.
He’s about to open his mouth to comment when you stop him, “Before you start with all of that, I need this. These are my essentials. Don’t be trynna reach across me to eat my snacks either.”
He gives you a blank look, “I’m trynna eat you now, but if you want to keep the snacks on the bed…”
You move quickly to put the snacks and other items on the nightstand.
You open your legs with a soft smile, “Okay, I’m ready.”
The only thing Smoke can do is chuckle, but he still gets on his knees regardless. His back may protest, but he’ll never give up the chance to put his mouth on you.
From the book of young hoe: Thou shalt not take any BS.
It didn’t take Smoke a long time to figure out that you were a bit of a hot head. In your honest defense, you just weren’t the type to hold your tongue, especially when something felt like disrespect. Which is why he often found it amusing when you and Stack would argue because you’d match his brother bar for bar with insults.
However, it was all love between you and Stack. You were the younger sister he always craved having, so he’s delighted to have you around more often.
As Smoke’s old lady, as he likes to refer to you as, your invitation to any family functions is automatically secured. You knew your spot was secured when all of Smoke’s aunts and uncles hit him with the famous, “That’s you, nephew?”
You stood in the kitchen with Ardelia, Smoke, and Stack’s mother as you both conversed.
“I’m so happy that you could come today, and you look so pretty,” Ardelia said, nodding her head in appreciation.
“Thank you, Mrs. Moore,” You said, grinning widely.
“Ah, now what I tell you about that. None of that, you can call me mama.”
You smiled even brighter at her comment. Ardelia had been nothing but welcoming to you since Smoke introduced you for the first time. You were nervous that she wouldn’t be accepting of you, especially with the age gap, but she referred to you as her daughter-in-law all over town. Now, a few of Smoke’s other family members weren’t as accepting of you, but they wouldn’t ever say it aloud. But you were well aware of the whispered comments.
‘He’s bringing that lil’ girl all up in here. She still got milk behind her ears.’
“He outta be ashamed. Bringing her around here when he could be back with Annie.’
‘Look at her outfit. Any shorter and them shorts will be some panties.’
’I heard she just with him for the money. Jill from down the street said she got a pattern of jumping from man to man and using them for money.’
‘Lord, that’s a shame!”
You rolled your eyes and took it on the chin. The last thing you were about to do was start an argument with Smoke’s folks, especially in his mama’s house. You knew how a lot of people viewed you, especially with how you carried yourself. There’d been rumors all over the place that you were a relationship hopper, which was far from the truth. You just weren’t the type to stick around in a relationship, especially if it didn’t serve you.
Growing up as a little black girl in the South, you recognized that many black girls weren’t taught how to date. Most girls here felt that if they dated someone, they had to tie themselves down to the person forever. It was often frowned upon if you were dating more than one person or exploring your options.
No, exploring your options was only something that was reserved for men.
The fact that you weren’t the type to stick around in dead situations or entertain men made you stick out like a sore thumb in the community. They couldn’t stand to see a black woman standing strong in her boundaries. They would never catch you apologizing for that.
You walk outside and sit next to Smoke, who is surrounded by a few of his uncles and cousins. It’s at that point in the evening when the conversations shift to more controversial topics, and the new school vs old school duke it out.
You were already rolling your eyes as Marvin, one of Smoke’s cousins, opened his mouth to speak. He was the physical embodiment of red pill alpha male content.
“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t want my Queen out here degrading herself on these apps by posting seductive pictures and doing OnlyFans. I mean, look at the state of female rap, all they talk about is their pussy and what they can get from men.”
A few of the older traditional men hum in agreement.
You frown, “Well, isn’t that a bit contradictory, Marvin? Men rap about pussy all the time. There isn’t one rap song that you can give me that doesn’t consist of some line of a man talking about all of the women that he’s slept with or the degrading acts that he makes her perform. To add onto your point, you’re complaining about the women making content, but you fail to realize that there wouldn’t be a market if men weren’t paying for it. Sounds like smart business women capitalizing on a rising market.”
Marvin cuts his eyes at you. You can see the irritation rising in his eyes, “See, I’d expect you to say that. You’re one of those new school women. You don’t have traditional values. A real woman knows her place in the home. She should be preparing the home for her King to come home to. She shouldn’t be out here selling pussy.” He glances over in Smoke’s direction, “Dang, cuz, you really switched things up with this one. At least Annie was taking care of her man.”
Marvin sits back in the chair, clearly pleased with himself. Beside you, Smoke hardens, and everyone can catch that look of murder in his eye. He’s about to address the situation when you place a hand on his chest.
“It’s okay, baby, I got it. Marvin, I don’t take pseudo-intellectual men like you seriously. You be the same niggas hollering about being an Alpha male and you ain’t even graduated from community college. Last time I looked in the mirror, my breasts and vagina were still there, so I think we got the real woman part covered. You keep trying to take jabs at me about being a low-value woman when, last time I checked, I got two degrees under my name, and I’m well on my way to my third. Let’s not forget the high-paying job, and I own my house. We can go band for band if you want to.”
You pause and snap your fingers, “I forgot, you don’t have a job, so your bands wouldn’t even match mine. What’s your occupation again? Wait…you’re still building your little YouTube with the ten subscribers, all of whom are your homeboys who can’t keep your dick out of their mouths. You keep talking about pussy, but baby boy, you wake up every day and look at a pussy in the mirror.”
You sit back in your chair with a demure smile. The backyard is silent as everyone turns to look at Marvin. He storms from the chair and walks towards the door. You all listen as his car pulls out of the driveway.
“I like this one, nephew,” Tony, Smoke’s uncle, comments as he clinks his cup with yours.
Smoke looks over at you in concern, “Baby, you good?”
“Yeah, ain’t nobody stressin’ over Marvin. I know my worth, and I know what I bring to the table. I’m not about to let anyone feel like they pressin’ me.”
“Good, but I’ma still beat his ass later on for talking to you like that,” Smoke states, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
“Thanks, Papa Bear.” You lean over to press your lips against his. You resist the urge to deepen the kiss because you still have to be respectful in front of his family.
“Anytime, baby, you know you mean the world to me. Nobody in this world is ever gonna disrespect you while I’m around.”
Before you can comment, Stack leans over to dap you up, “That last line was a bar. Let’s go put that down in the studio.”
From the book of women: Always show respect where respect is due.
Annie Boudreaux. Formely Annie Moore.
You’d met Annie in passing a few times, and you liked her well enough. You both got along, seeing as you were both important women in Smoke’s life. To others, they wondered if it bothered you that Smoke’s ex-wife still came around to family functions, but truthfully, it didn’t.
You understood how important Annie was to Smoke and their shared history. It’d be selfish if you asked him to stay away from her. That didn’t mean that Smoke was taking advantage of the situation and disrespecting you. He’d always be open and let you know that he was going to see Annie. You’d always kiss him and bid him on his way.
Today was the first time that you’ve ever set foot in Annie’s yard.
You walk slowly towards the side of the house where baby Anais Moore’s headstone sits. You note the fresh flowers sitting at the headstone, no doubt from Smoke’s earlier visit in the week. You set down your own bouquet before willing away the tears that follow.
Smoke talks about his and Annie’s little girl from time to time, but only when the moon shines low in the room, and you can’t see his tears falling. He’d laid his head on your chest and whispered all about his daughter, while you remained silent and rubbed at his head.
“She was so beautiful and tiny. I was scared of holding her the first time,” He laments.
Your heart clenches painfully in your chest. You wish that you could take away all of the pain, but you know that nothing ever quite soothes the ache of losing a child.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here today,” Annie comments from her place on the steps. You catch her eyes as they clock the flowers that you placed at the baby’s grave.
“I wanted to come visit you, and I needed to ask for your help with something.”
Annie gives you a long look before ushering you inside the house. She pours you a glass of tea as you sit across from each other on the couch.
“So what brings you by?” Annie questions.
“Can you teach me how to make that gumbo dish that Elijah likes. He mentioned that it’s one of his favorite meals, and I wanted to do something nice for him,” You said, nerves coloring your voice.
Your wide eyes meet Annie’s, and you’re honestly scared that she’ll tell you no. Instead, she chuckles, “You came all this way to ask me how to make a pot of gumbo for Elijah? Come on, silly girl. You must really be in love.”
“I am.”
For another beat, you both look at each other, and Annie runs her eyes across you. Unbeknownst to you, she can see the pink swirls radiating around your body with all of the love that you have for Elijah.
She gestures for you to follow her to the kitchen, where she begins taking out all of the ingredients. She turns to you, “Go pick me some of those bell peppers from the garden.”
You nod before setting out to the garden, where Annie has an assortment of fruit and vegetables. You navigate towards the bell peppers as you pick out the best ones. Inside the house, you hand the peppers to Annie as she washes them off.
“I love your garden. I always wanted to grow one,” You said, leaning against the counter.
“Tell Elijah. He’s good at starting a garden,” Annie responds. She ushers you forward as she grabs the flour and cast-iron skillet.
“Now the roux is the most essential part of the gumbo. You mess up the roux, you might as well throw the whole pot away.”
Together, you and Annie work hand in hand to craft the gumbo the way that Smoke likes it. Annie lets you take over for the most part, while she gently guides you. Soon, you’re both sitting at the table sharing a bowl of gumbo over rice and laughing like old friends.
“Next thing I know, Stack is running out of the house. Yellin’ about some voodoo,” Annie states, to which you laugh loudly.
Your laugh calms after a few minutes when you catch Annie staring at you.
“Thank you,” She states.
She doesn’t have to explain what she’s thanking you for. You already know. You slide a hand across the table as you tangle your fingers together.
“I really appreciate you, Annie.”
“Likewise.”
She doesn’t mention that she can read your palms with your hands touching like this. She chuckles internally. She hopes that you’re ready for some twins in the future.
When Smoke gets home later in the day, he’s surprised at the familiar scent that wafts across his nose. For a minute, he wonders if Annie is inside the house with you. He walks inside the kitchen and takes note of you standing in front of the stove, stirring away at a familiar pot.
You and Smoke are so in tune with each other that you sense him as soon as he enters the house. You turn around, “Hey, Papa Bear, take a seat.”
Smoke sets his work bag down and takes a seat at the table. You fix his bowl of gumbo just the way that Annie mentioned he likes, along with a piece of cornbread on the side and a glass of tea. He takes a second to look between you and the bowl of gumbo. He notes the similarities in the gumbo, “You makin’ gumbo now, babygirl?”
“Mhmm..I had a little help from Annie today. I wanted to get it just the way that you like it,” You said, moving to fix your own bowl.
“You visited Annie today?”
“Yeah, you mentioned that her gumbo was always your favorite, so I went by to ask her how to make it for you.” You shrug at the end of your sentence like it’s no big deal, but to Smoke, it means the world.
Before you can take a bite of your gumbo, he grabs your hand in his.
“Thank you. You know I love you, right?” He said, eyes glistening under the light. It means a lot that you went out of your way to ask Annie how to make his favorite meal.
“I love you, too, Elijah,” You respond before connecting your lips to his.
As you both eat, Smoke eyes your empty ring finger and figures that he may need to change that pretty soon.
After the meal, Smoke offers to wash dishes, but you shoo him away.
“Just sit down, you’ve been working hard all day. It’s just a few dishes,” You said, turning the water on.
Smoke expects you to plug the sink and let it fill up with soap and water, but you do the exact opposite. You keep the water running as you wash each dish one by one under the hot water.
“Baby, you could’ve just filled the sink up,” Smoke comments.
“Ew, I don’t want all of that food touching my hands,” You shoot back.
Smoke decides to drop it and continues watching you wash the dishes. He already knows that he should expect the water bill to be higher this month. From the looks of the empty paper towel roll, he might have to just invest in the big pack from Costco.
From the book of young hoe: Always listen to Papa Bear.
It’s one of those nights when you and your girls are going out again. Smoke opts to stay in, but he’s already made sure that your purse is packed with all of the essentials. He knows how forgetful you can be.
The sound of your heels clicking brings his attention to you as you walk into the bedroom. He hadn’t paid much attention to your outfit. You always did your makeup first before putting on your outfit, and then you’d give him a little show before leaving.
Now, Smoke’s gotten used to some of your more risque clothing choices. Shoot, when he first met you, you were wearing a dress that had him drooling. He isn’t one of those guys who likes to police his woman on what she’s wearing, but he is very possessive of you. Smoke knows that you’re a baddie, so why would he stop you from being that?
However, he has to draw a line with this outfit, if you can even call it that.
Smoke coughs past the smoke and snuffs out the joint that you rolled for him. “What you got on?”
You smile at him through the mirror, “It’s cute, right? I found it the other day!”
You had taken the definition of mini skirt to a whole other level. You’re well endowed in your backside, which hangs out of the skirt. You bend forward to check your makeup, and Smoke almost falls out.
He frowns at you, “Go change. You ain’t leavin’ the house with that on.”
Naturally, the pout crosses your lips, “But why?”
“Baby, I ain’t finna have these niggas out here eyeing my woman, and I’m not around.”
You huff in annoyance, “Elijah, it’s not that deep. It’s not even that short.”
He eyes the skirt again with a glare on his face. If he could set the skirt on fire, he would.
“It’s not up for discussion. Go change into something else.”
“No.”
Smoke’s head whips around so fast that you’re surprised that his neck doesn’t break. That dark look crosses his face, “Babygirl, you sure you wanna cross that bridge with me? Take yo’ pretty ass back in there and get changed.”
The urge to be a brat weighs heavily on you tonight. You square your shoulders and look him dead in the eye, “Nope, I’m wearing this.”
A honk sounds from outside, and you move to grab your purse. Smoke is openly glaring at you and challenging you, “You leave out of this house, I hope you prepared for the consequences later.”
You shrug, “I’ll be back later on. I love you, Papa Bear.”
With that, you walk your pretty self out the door, even though your stomach tingles with anxiety. As you step into the car, your homegirls turn to look at you.
“Girl, Big Daddy Smoke let you out of the house wearing that,” your friend, Leilani, asks.
You smack your lips, “He was making a big deal of it at first. Telling me that I need to go change. He don’t run me.”
Your friend, Omi, smacks her lips, “Sis, he gone tear you up when you get back. You know them old heads don’t play about all that.”
“It’s fine, y’all. He’ll be okay when I get back.”
“He gone kill her when she gets back. I’m puttin’ a sign on you that says ‘Dead lady walking.’ You might as well gone get your coochie ready,” your friend, Keisha, quips.
When you all make it to the club, it’s turnt as usual. You and Stack lock eyes as you pass his section. His eyes flicker down to your skirt before he starts shaking his head. He ushers you over, “You gotta be one of the craziest people that I’ve ever met. Does my brotha’ know you outside like this?”
“Yes, Smoke doesn’t run me. I can wear what I want,” You state, a frown crossing your face.
Stack laughs. Not one of those low laughs, but the loud and annoying types.
“Whew, I’m scared for you, girl. But I’ll keep an eye on you. Have fun now before you get home,” Stack said, continuing to laugh. He lets you and your girls come into the section with him and his boys. You know that it’s so he can carefully watch you.
Whenever you go to get a drink, Stack stops you and goes to the bar himself. You and your friends go to hit the dance floor when Stack holds his hand up.
“Oh my gosh, Stack, move!”
Stack smacks his lips, “I’m just looking out for you. Gone dance, but if I see any nigga gettin’ too friendly with you, I’m on him like white on rice.”
You give him a thumbs-up before following your friends to the middle of the floor. You’re having the time of your life and twerking like you aren’t on borrowed time. Stack keeps his eyes on you at all times like he’s watching a toddler, which he thinks may be true. He takes his phone out to record a video of you to send to Smoke.
Stack
*video attached*
Don’t stress yourself out. I’m keepin’ an eye on her.
But I know you got something planned when she gets home.
*Smoke liked your message*
Stack takes a sip from his whiskey, “Lord, she in danger.”
By the end of the night, you’re all danced out and sweaty, but overall, you consider the night a win. Stack offers to take you home and ushers you into the car. Your friends snicker because they know that Smoke is punishing you tonight. The only one oblivious to the fact is you.
Pulling into the driveway, Stack turns to you with a smirk, “Good luck.”
The lights are all off in the house except the porch light. Smoke stands under the porch light like a serial killer. You turn to Stack with a grim look, “Maybe, we should back out of the driveway really slowly.”
“Nope. You wanted to be grown. Now, you gotta face your actions like a big girl,” Stack said.
“I’m blinking twice for help. I’m telling a trusted adult!”
Stack shrugs, “Too bad I’m not a trusted adult.”
“Trick..” you mutter before opening the door to exit the car. Smoke nods his head at Stack, who reciprocates.
“I’ll see you in a week,” Stack jokes, before backing out of the driveway.
Like a scared deer, you walk unevenly to the porch where Smoke is still standing. As you approach, he blows out a big cloud of smoke before throwing the joint down and stubbing it out. You stand in front of him, “Hey…”
Smoke doesn’t say anything, but simply steps to the side to let you inside the house. You swallow loudly as you walk inside the house. The only sounds are the distinct chirps from the crickets outside, along with the subtle clicks of your heels. You and Smoke make your way to the bedroom. You go to grab your pajamas when Smoke stops you, “Didn’t I tell you to change earlier?”
You turn slowly to face him, “Yes, you did.”
“And I told you that if you left this house, there would be consequences, but you didn’t listen, did you?”
“No….”
“Come here,” Smoke demands, voice soft. He doesn’t have to raise his voice to get his point across.
You stay rooted in the same spot, partially aroused and partially scared. Smoke chuckles darkly, “You still ain’t learned? You know I don’t like to repeat myself.” You scurry over to stand in front of Smoke as you look up at him with wide eyes.
“Stand right there,” Smoke orders. He walks off to rummage through one of the drawers. Your eyes widen as you see him procure one of his good ties. The heat from his body wafts onto yours as you become hyperaware of him standing behind you. Smoke grabs your hands in his and skillfully wraps the tie around your wrists so that your hands are bound behind your back. He tugs at the knot and hums in satisfaction.
You try your hand at seeing if you can move and find that you can’t. Smoke moves to stand in front of you as he glowers down at you. He steps closer to press his chest against yours. For a moment, a soft look crosses his face as he cups your face in his hands. He leans down to connect your lips, and you moan at the taste of whiskey that lingers on his tongue.
Smoke pulls back from the kiss as his eyes run across you. He trails his hands down your form until his cupping your backside in his hands. “You could’ve stayed home and modeled this lil’ skirt for me, but you wanted to go and show off what’s mine.”
You go to open your mouth to protest, but Smoke stops you, “I didn’t say I was done talking. Since you wanted to be a brat, I’ll treat you like one.” You let out a squeak when Smoke grabs you to throw you on the bed. Your body bounces before it settles.
Gripping the corset in his hands, he cleanly tears it down the middle until the material falls away. You gasp in surprise as the cool air hits your nipples. Flipping you onto your stomach, Smoke hikes your hips up and flips the skirt over.
He tugs your head back, “You owe me. You can either take my hand or something else.”
The last time Smoke spanked you, you were left shaking on the bed. It was either his hand or one of those leather belts with his name on it. You were screwed either way.
“Your hand,” You said.
Smoke nods, “Let’s tally up how much you owe me. 10 for the outfit plus 10 because I told you to take it off and you back-talked. Also, an additional 10 because you still left.” Your wide eyes meet his as you turn to face him, “But daddy, that’s thirty.”
Smoke chuckles, “Glad to see you can count, darlin’.”
The first hit sends heat flooding through your body, along with feeling your cheek ripple under his hand. The second hit sends a flood of wetness to your panties. By the tenth hit, the tears are already running down your face. How were you supposed to count through twenty more?
Your entire backside is on fire once Smoke delivers the last hit. You’re fully shaking and hiccuping into the sheets, but you can’t deny how turned on you are. By now, you’ve soaked completely through your panties, which Smoke clocks.
He takes two fingers and runs them up and down the soiled material, “My dirty baby. What am I gonna do with you, baby? You don’t know how to listen now.”
“M’Sorry, Papa. I’ll listen to you next time.”
“I know you will because I’m gonna make sure that you do.” He flips your body around and grips your panties as he tears them clean from your body. Smoke maneuvers your body to the headboard before going to grab another tie. He loops the tie through the bedpost before securing your hands to it.
Smoke walks over to the closet and rifles through it for a few seconds. You lift your head to get a good look, but his shoulders block your view. He walks over with a long metal rod in hand, “Do you know what this is?”
You shake your head. He laughs lowly, “It’s a spreader bar. I’m gonna put your legs in these cuffs, and you won’t be able to move.” Sitting at the edge of the bed, he removes your heels one by one before throwing them carelessly to the floor. He places your ankles in the cuffs and secures them. Smoke moves to stand in front of the bed as he grabs the metal in his hands. He can already see your glistening folds as your slick pools beneath you.
He moves your legs from side to side, “See, this is a special bar, I made it myself. Every time you move babygirl, it’ll spread your legs more.” He jerks the rod, which loudly clicks as your spread apart more. You look at him in surprise.
He grabs the box that he set on the bed and opens it. Your old man is a sex fiend, apparently, as he lifts various forms of vibrators out of the box. Smoke moves to your open legs and dips his fingers inside of you to collect your slick.
He brings his wet fingers up to his mouth to suck your juices from his fingers. He takes one of the vibrators in his hand before the tip across through your wet center. You shiver at the sensation of the tip dipping into your entrance.
“This one is special, babygirl. That special spot that I’m always hitting…well my little friend is made to specifically reach that spot.” He pushes the toy inside of you as you gasp at the fullness of it.
Smoke coos gently at you as your wet eyes meet his, “There we go, baby.” He clicks a button, which brings the vibrator to life inside you. Smoke pushes the toy in and out of you as your walls cling to it.
Your eyes widen when he holds up another toy, “My other friend is for that lil’ pearl up there.” He trails his fingers through the curls that cover young mound until he reaches your clit. Your body arches into his touch as he casually rubs small circles around your clit.
“Please…” you whine into the room.
“Please what, darlin’? I need you to be more specific,” Smoke said condescendingly.
Your mind is venturing into that mushy territory where you don’t know what you’re asking the man for.
He smirks, “You don’t even know what you’re asking me for. That’s alright. Take care of my other friend for me while I get done smoking.”
He attaches the curved toy to your clit and clicks a button, and it buzzes to life. Your first reaction is to move your body. You wither across the mattress, pleasure consuming every inch of you. You go to move your legs, only for the spreader to click and spread your legs further.
You gasp.
Smoke chuckles before moving to sit in the chair in the bedroom. He grabs his early discarded blunt to relight. He inhales the smoke into his lungs as he casually watches you suffer.
Smoke casually taps the button on his phone, which increases the vibrations on your clit and inside of you. Your back arches from the bed as your release climbs higher.
Just as you’re reaching that sweet release, Smoke taps the button and turns the vibrators off. A loud whine leaves your mouth, “Please let me cum, Papa.”
Smoke blows the smoke from his nose, “Since you asked so nicely…”
He eases up the level of the vibrators to the fullest level. A loud screams erupts from your mouth as your walls clasp around the toy and your orgasm consumes your body.
Smoke leans forward, “That’s one. Give me about four more and we’ll call it even.”
You turn your head to him in disbelief. Before you can protest, he turns the vibrators back on.
You’re a mess of cum, sweat, and tears. Exactly how Smoke prefers you.
Your brain is complete mush at this point and you can feel the puddle that had formed beneath you. Somewhere between the second and third orgasm, you’d squirted.
Smoke turns the vibrators off and throws his phone on the chair. He walks over to you and pulls your ruined face to his. Your expression shows how far gone you are. He lightly taps your face, “You still with me, babygirl?”
Your tongue lolls around in your mouth, “Mhmm, Papa.”
“So you can give me one more?”
“Mhmm.”
He unties your hands from the bed. He runs his hand across your wrists and kisses them gently. Smoke pulls the vibrator from your core and observes the cream that forms around the base of the toy. He flicks his tongue out to slurp some in his mouth.
Smoke pulls his shirt over his head before dropping his boxers. You eye his hardened dick and as tired as you are, you still need to feel him inside of you.
Smoke lays down on the bed next to you and pulls your pliant body across his lap. He points his tip at your swollen entrance, “Go slow, baby. Papa will take care of the rest.”
You lower your pussy down onto his dick as you whine into his shoulder. You shudder as you feel his large tip brushing against that spot inside you.
Smoke grabs your hips in his hand as he gently bounces you up and down on his dick. You turn your head to connect his your lips to his. Smoke slides his tongue into your mouth and gently sucks at your tongue.
He gives a particular thrust that sends fresh tears to your eyes. “I know, it’s too much baby, but you’re doing so good for me. Cum for me one more time, babygirl.”
You nod weakly.
Smoke plants his feet on the bed and starts thrusting roughly into your body. Loud, wet noises fill the bedroom as your walls clench around his length.
“M’coming Papa. Right there..”
Smoke feels his own balls tightening as his release nears. He smashes his lips onto yours as your orgasm hits. He swallows your moans into his mouth as his own orgasm starts.
Smoke holds your hips firmly to his as he fills you up.
You shiver at the feeling of his cum splashing against your womb.
For a second, you both breathe in tandem as your heart calms down. Smoke runs a soothing hand up your back, “You good, Princess?”
“Mhmm, m’good Papa. I’m sorry.”
Smoke chuckles, “I forgive you, baby. Let’s get you ready for bed.”
He gently slides from inside of you as you whimper softly. A wave of Smoke’s cum slides from you as it lands on the bed. Scooping you into his arms, Smoke walks into the bathroom and sits you on the toilet.
You’d long since passed the stage of your relationship where you were shy of going to the bathroom in front of him. As wipe and flush the toilet, you raise your arms for Smoke to pick you up.
He grabs a towel and applies warm water to it before wiping at your face and between your legs. Back inside the bedroom, Smoke gives you a pair of his boxers before sliding his shirt over your head. He slides a pair of briefs on before he tucks you into bed.
He grabs a bottle of water before offering it to you. Once you’re done, you flop back on the pillow. Smoke slides in beside you as he pulls your body closer to his.
“I love you, babygirl.”
“I love you too, Papa Bear.”
He presses a kiss to your neck as he closes his eyes.
Jermajesty was on his back in the middle of your bed, completely naked, wrists tied loosely to the headboard with one of his own silk ties. His chest was heaving, curls damp with sweat, and his pretty brown eyes were already glassy with desperation.
You’d been at this for almost an hour.
You straddled his thighs, slowly stroking his thick, aching dick with a slick hand. He was painfully hard, flushed dark at the tip, leaking steadily onto his stomach. You’d already made him cum twice, once in your mouth, once riding him slow and deep, but you hadn’t stopped.
Not even close.
“Baby… please,” he whimpered, hips twitching as you twisted your wrist on the upstroke. “I can’t… m' so sensitive.”
You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear while still stroking him.
“You can take it,” you whispered, voice soft but firm. “You’re my good boy, Maj. You gon' give me everything tonight.”
He let out a broken moan, head falling back against the pillow. His wrists tugged weakly at the tie, not really trying to escape — just overwhelmed.
You kissed down his chest, sucking marks into his smooth brown skin, then moved lower. When you took him into your mouth again, he cried out, hips jerking.
“Fuck— it's too much, ma,” he gasped, but his cock twitched hard on your tongue.
You sucked him slow and deep, hollowing your cheeks while your hand worked the base. Every time he got close, you pulled off just enough to edge him, letting him calm down before starting all over again. His thighs trembled beneath you. Tears were already gathering in the corners of his eyes.
“You look so pretty when you’re falling apart for me,” you murmured, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. “My sweet, sensitive boy.”
“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. “Need to cum again… can’t take it.”
You smiled against his skin and sank down on him fully, taking him to the back of your throat. Jermajesty moaned loudly, hips bucking as you worked him with your mouth and hand. When he was right on the edge again, you pulled off and climbed on top of him, sinking down onto his cock in one smooth motion.
He cried out, back arching off the bed.
You rode him slowly at first, deep, grinding rolls of your hips that made him whimper and moan beneath you. Every time he got close, you slowed down or stopped completely, ignoring his desperate pleas.
“Baby… I’m begging you,” he sobbed, tears finally slipping down his cheeks. “Please let me cum. I need it so bad. I’ll be s' good for you.”
You leaned down, kissing his tears away while still moving on him.
“Not yet,” you whispered. "Want you to feel everything.”
You rode him harder, bouncing on his dick while rubbing your clit against him. Jermajesty was a mess — crying, moaning, begging so prettily as you used him. His wrists tugged at the tie, body trembling with overstimulation.
When you finally felt him throbbing inside you, right on the edge again, you leaned down and whispered against his lips:
“Cum for me, baby. Fill me up.”
He came with a broken sob, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum flooded deep inside you. But you didn’t stop. You kept riding him through it, grinding down hard as he twitched and whimpered from the sensitivity.
“Too much— fuck, it’s too much,” he cried, tears streaming down his face. But his dick stayed hard inside you, betraying how much he loved it.
You rode him through a third orgasm, then a fourth, milking him completely dry until he was shaking, sobbing, and babbling your name like a prayer. Only then did you finally slow down, still seated on him as you leaned forward and kissed him softly.
“You did so good for me,” you praised, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “My perfect boy. Gave me everything.”
Jermajesty was still trembling, breathing ragged, eyes wet as he looked up at you with pure adoration and exhaustion.
“I love you,” he whispered hoarsely. “So much.”
You untied his wrists and gently pulled off him, then curled up beside him, pulling his head to your chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, hiding his face in your neck as the last of his tears slowed.
You stroked his curls, kissing the top of his head while he came down from the intense high.
“I’ve got you,” you murmured. “Always.”
Jermajesty held you tighter, breathing you in like you were his safe place.
And in that moment, he was completely, beautifully yours.
"Please me~ baby, Turn around and just tease me~ baby, You got what I want and what I need, baby."
pairings: Joshua Martín x blackfem!reader
wc: 4.6k
warnings: (18+), Smut, use of condoms, dirty talk, brief self- pleasure(m!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, spanking, blowjob, spitting, light manhandling, pet names( good girl, baby, etc), You're horny but he's hornier, Freak matched.
Note: Fun fact, I made the gif from a screenrecording
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?" Joshua asked, standing by the door with his arms crossed. Annoyed.
He found her pulling out her suitcase After he had gotten off from work. At first, he was Confused, did Lindsey find out that you knew about her and Simon? Or that he was helping you mess with them? Perhaps she learned, somehow, that you and Joshua were going to have dinner together.
But by some luck, Lindsey didn't know about you and him nor what he was about to do while she's gone. Joshua thought that they'd have a night of peace, sadly for him, he was wrong. Their usual screaming match made its way at home the last night. Of course, The stability that he craved was nonexistent in his household.
His body still tense with irritation pulsing in him. Lindsey sat stiffly on floor, packing as she continued to ignore him completely. Lindsey always did this, punish him for being suspicious. Rolling eyes, he released an exasperated sigh. "Are you seriously going to pretend I'm not here?"
No response.
This was ridiculous. She's really giving him the silence treatment, like a child. Annoyed, he left the room, The energy of their fight still lingering in the walls that once brought him joy. She calls him dramatic for being upset, but he had every right to be. Lindsey was leaving to go visit her parents for a week and choose to tell him about it yesterday, After already buying the ticket.
And then told him that he was over-reacting, The nerve of her. As he upset as he was about it, he couldn't to feel glad. Finally, he can have days of peace without her desperate need to control everything and him, he could actually enjoy his time with you. Alone.. in his house. Just The thought of which, had him adjusting himself in the another room. the bedroom door opens with almost violent yank.
Lindsey walks past him, wheeling her suitcase behind her. He watches her quietly. His gaze boring into her as she moved around. She stops, not turning around. "You're still mad?" She sighed, shaking her in disappointment. "Of course you are."
Joshua laughed lowly, frustration flashing across his face. Was she seriously asking him that? Knowing the answer. "Oh? Well, excuse me for being upset about this, I just assumed that you'd ask your husband to go with you. You know, so I can comfort you."
"I shouldn't have to explain why I'm visiting my family, Josh." Lindsey turns to him, scowling. "An emergency isn't planned."
"I know that, Lindsey. But you choose to tell me two days afterward, it's a little odd, don't you think?. It makes it difficult for me to trust you—"
"Difficult to trust? How dare you." She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. Her ears burning with anger. "My husband should trust me, not looking for a reason to attack me when I'm in a family emergency!" She snaps, shoving a book in her carry-on. She's already had two different fights with him, Why couldn't he just leave her alone. "I want a husband that doesn't chaste me for doing things in the moment."
As just They began argue, again, a sleek black car pulls into the driveway. Her phone chimes, checking it, she looks at Joshua once more. "I'm done fighting with you. I'll call when I land." She kisses his cheek and walked away. Joshua tilts his head, watching her take her suitcase and roll it with her.
She looks back at him, taking a deep breath before leaving. "I'll see you in a few days, goodbye."
After Lindsey Closed the door behind her. He went towards the window. Lindsey sild her suitcase beside a different one in the trunk before getting in the sedan. Leaving him alone in the house. The sudden weight was lifted off his shoulders, exhaling, he silently got his keys and went to his car. Starting it, A small smile grew on his lips as he thought about the upcoming dinner. Driving to the store.
Meanwhile, in your home. You stood at the end of your bed, freshly showered and well moisturized. Anxiously, Your Eyes swept across the various pieces of your clothing you had laid out in a colorful sheet.
Up until this moment, it had been hours since Simon left for his 'Business' trip. And You assumed that you'd have an outfit ready but With having so many options, you were still at a lost.
"That's too bright... this is too gray... Damnit!" Slumping your shoulders. Finally saying screw it, you pulled your phone and called the one person who could help you in this moment. Sylvia. After two rings, she answers.
"Hello?"
"Girl. I don't know what to wear." you sigh, rubbing your face in frustration. This wasn't often, you're quite fashionable with your outfits but this was different. For the first time in years, you were nervous about your clothing. Walking back inside the closet, you started looking through your clothes again.
"Just put something nice on. from what you told me, he'd like you in anything. Hell, he'll probably rip your clothes off as soon as you enter, so why does it matter?"
"Sylvia." You say, holding your phone between your shoulder and head, eyeing a pair of flats before taking them out. "It matters to me because it's been years since I've gone on a date, I want to get this right, we're having dinner at his place and we agreed on a casual setting."
"Oh? Then, Wear something comfy... like a t-shirt and some panties on. Oh! You could wear your good bra."
"Sylvia.." you warned, staring at the wall. You're having a mini crisis and she tells to show up in your underwear. Of course, she would tell you that. Hesitantly, You took out the bra and panty set, AKA, the good bra Sylvia spoke of.
"Nah, But for real. change things up, wear something different. What would you feel comfortable in? "
"Hmm.." You furrow your eyebrows, heavy in thought about for a minute before answering. "I bought a cardigan a few weeks ago. It's dark green with flowers on its sleeves, I really like it... and it's comfortable too."
"Well.. then wear it, enjoy being comfortable."
"Yeah?" You nod, putting your shoes down. She was right, you like being comfortable, and you should be comfortable. "You're absolutely right, thank you."
"No problem, I wish you luck. Hope you get put through the mattress!"
Sylvia hung up before you could respond. Now in the quietness of your room, Your shoulders shook with laughter as you dropped your head. of course, she'd say that.
As much as you want pretend that she's wrong, you were hoping she's right. You took out the cardigan and went back to the bathroom. Now, calmer than before.
'Alright, I just need ring the doorbell...'
You stood on his doorstep, holding your purse in your hands. You're doing it, you're about have a date for first in years. You subconsciously move shift your weight from foot to the other, unable to stand still.
You couldn't help it, you've been prepared for this moment since the morning. Perhaps, a bit too prepared. You stuck your hand in your bag, it brushes across the box of condoms before grasping the lip gloss. While applying it, you began to wonder if you should feel remorse for thinking of being in bed with him, With his strong arms, you believed that you were moving things too fast.
Luckily for you, the remorse had left and in its place, pure unadulterated need. You were unbelievably enthusiastic about the thought of tonight and he was too. While in your thoughts, an abrupt and jarring one came to mind.
'I hope his dick is big, It felt like it in the car—Whoa, relax!'
You blink, deeply confuse before rubbing your lips together. Where did that come from? Were you finally becoming feral due to your sexual frustration because Why would you think that? Letting out a sigh, You put your lip gloss back in your purse and fixed your bra, unknowingly showing a little more skin before pulling your shoulders back, You gently rang the doorbell.
While cooking in the kitchen, Joshua peaked up at the sound of the doorbell. He sets the spoon down and left the room, heading towards the door. He opens it to you, standing there in a simple black shirt tucked in your skirt and dark green cardigan, with pink embroidered flowers on the sleeves. "It's good to see you. How was the drive over?" He asks.
"Fine. A little confusing, Got lost twice but doable." You smile, shrugging. God(s), you looked so damn pretty it hurts. His chest felt warm, like when he went on his first date. Well, technically. This was his first date in years, and with you.
Josh lent forward and gave you a kiss, It's was soft and brief, before moving aside to let you in. He wanted to kiss you more, but he's still cooking and needs to not burn the food. Walking in, you pressed your lips in a fine line. the living room was decorated with gold and velvet with a green floral couch against the wall.
It looked haphazardly put together, like someone got annoyed in the middle of picking out the items. It was... a lot on the eyes, but you kept your shut and followed josh to the kitchen.
Josh pulled out your chair, Gesturing to it. You smile and sat down, moving closer to the table. Not bad, he's doing pretty good. "So, What have you made?" You ask, watching him go back to the stove, turning it off. Opening the cabinet, Josh took two plates, sat them on the counter, and started adding food onto it.
Coming back over, Joshua held both plates im his hands. "I'm going to be completely honest, I did not know what you liked so I kept it simple," He sets the dish down in front of you, the smell of grilled meat and the sight of white pasta made your mouth water a little. "I hope you like steak and pasta Alfredo."
"You know I will." Chuckling, You cut a piece of your steak and popped it in your mouth. It's juicy with a nice smokey flavor, Damn... if he's as good in bed as he is in the kitchen, you might just marry him tonight. Nodding, you grin at him. "This is so good, you did a great job." Joshua exhaled, releasing a breathe he didn't know he was holding. As silly as it was, Pride bloomed in his chest at your praise.
He could feel his skin flush at it, Joshua smiles, opening the wine bottle. "Thank you." after he poured some in your glasses, you held yours up "A toast to new beginnings." You said, looking at him fondly.He nodded, holding up his.
"To new beginnings."
"Cheers." You two toast, the soft clink Of glass echoing in air as you both began a new chapter in of your lives.-
After dinner, the night continued to be filled with talks, laughter, and stories from the past. Joshua watched you While cleaning the dishes, he shook his head in disbelief. "No way." He says, glancing at you.
You nod, smirking. "Yes, way.. After five years of ignoring our old neighbor, who kept messing with us. On that day, my mom lost her shit, until that morning I never knew she could get that loud. She told her that if she kept bothering us, she'll bust her upside the head and ride in the ambulance with after beating her ass."
"And what did your dad say?"
"He said, 'She'll do, and I'll bail her out. I have the money!' That bitch RAN back in her house and never came out for rest of the day!" You cackled, leaning against the wall. As you did, Joshua couldn't help but to admire the joy on your face.
Your smile, that adorable, alluring smile was infectious. Joshua hasn't had a talk like this in years, the most he thought about it, the more he quietly cursed who or whatever was in charge for not letting him meet you first. you are his.. exact kind of woman. Taking a deep breathe, you turned back to Josh, now much calmer. "See why it's my favorite story."
"Yeah, That was a funny one." He says. Putting the last plate on the rack. Drying his hands, Josh looking at you. Your pulse quickened under your skin at his heavy gaze. You cross your arms, looking right back. "What, you want another kiss from me or something?" You jokingly asked.
Joshua turns around and tilts his head, pressing his back against the sink. "You know what I want... come here." Intrigued, You strolled towards him, eyeing him. Now in arms reach, His hands took their place on your hips as pulled you against his body, the light pain of his belt pressing on your side was noticeable but not as distracting as he was in this moment.
You were burning from his touch. You closed the distance with a kiss, passionately cupping his cheek, you lick his upper lip. Oh, you were needy. You couldn't believe how badly you needed him.
Joshua moans in kiss, sending a jolt of arousal to his dick. He was quickly drowning in ecstasy, growing hungrier for you. Sliding his tongue inside. Josh's hands move to your lower back, grabbing your backside as he explored your mouth.
It wasn't long until the sweet kiss became more desperate, walking you up to the wall. Joshua Kept his lips pressed firmly against yours, feverish touching you all around, making your skin prickle under his hands. As you suckle on his tongue, your thoughts started to cloud your judgment. Suddenly, you pulled back. Joshua furrowed his brows, still holding you. "What's wrong, do you want to stop?"
"No, no. Um, I kinda jumped you in a way.. As silly as this sounds, Are you comfortable with this? Even though it's too late for me to ask this quest—" Joshua cuts you off by taking your hand and pulling it to his pants, he carefully made your hand him through his jeans, eyes widening, Your lower stomach flutters at his actions. "Oh shit, Josh."
Groaning, Joshua rolls his hips forward, grinding against your palm, seeking more delicious friction. He leans closer to your ear. whispering. "I'm glad you care about me, but I'm not uncomfortable and I really need you, now." He says, licking his lips. "I'm so hard that it hurts."
"Joshua–"
"Do you feel what you've done to me?" The shame in you vanished rapidly. nodding. You undid his belt, staring into his soul.
"I want to be your bed."
He takes your hand and pulled you with him down the hall, the heat between your legs growing stronger slick, When you both enter his dimmed bedroom, Joshua closes the door after you sat on the bed. He comes back to you He was Ready to get to his knees when you stopped him. "Take off your clothes and sit at the edge of the bed, please."
Without another word, Joshua unzips his pants, pulling them off, he kicked them away before pulling his shirt over his head. Now in his underwear, he glances at you, and you nod, silently telling him to do it. With your consent, he pulls them down. Sliding them past his thighs, His length hits his stomach, eager, hard, and leaking with precum. The air hits him, making him twitch.
Your eyebrows rose to your hairline, 'oh... that's not fair, he's pretty.. everywhere.' You clear your throat as Josh sat next to you, touching himself. You gently cupped his face, His eyes flutter shut as soon as your palm touches his face. "Do you think of me when you pleasure yourself?" You ask, kissing his neck. "Imagine me, putting my hand down your pants and stroking you slowly.."
"Yes. Fuck, i can't help it.. you're still stuck in my head—Can't sleep without thinking about you–"
"So why don't I help you?"
"Please, Wait–" His eyes flew open, He watched in complete awe when you slowly spit onto the head of his cock, His body felt fuzzy, like static had shot over him. your saliva ran down the side of his shaft and pooled at the base. Shimmering in his faint, short pubic hair. Joshua shakily rubs his hand up, lubricating it with your saliva. "Oh, F-fuck..." he whines, thickly swallowing his saliva.
"What, you like this?" He nodded frantically, turning to look at you, You gently held his jaw and kissed him, moaning quietly, You slipped your tongue in his mouth while your other hand slid down his stomach to his shaft, it easily replaces his in a matter of seconds. He pulls away, gazing down to your hand with heavy-lids. Tightening your grip for a moment.
Joshua was drunk, happy, and everything in-between. You moved from the bed to the floor, sitting between his thighs As his clear precum slicked your hand, You lean forward and gave him a lick from base to tip, gently kissing the head of his Dick. Savoring the faint saltiness of his precum.
You kept eye contact as you slapped it against your tongue a couple times. Joshua lets out a low pleased hum, watching how your lips parted around his length, engulfing him in wet heat.
Slowly, you began bobbing your head and stroking him, making sure to gently twist him in your grasp. He slowly pushed himself farther in your lips, running his hand over your hair, Joshua's thighs tense up under your palms as you sucked him off. He dropped his head back, pointing his chin toward the ceiling.
"More..." He groans quietly, tightening his grip around your hair. "Please, baby. I need mo–O-oh–"
Hollowing your cheeks, the slurping noises intensifies as the pace picks up. Your push more and more of him in until you nose rubbed across the pubic stubble. Joshua whimpers, carefully thrusting up into your mouth. "Oh. Ohh shit.." The suction was perfect, you were perfect. Goddamn, If Simon believed you were lacking in the bedroom, then he was a lost cause.
Pulling back, You stared in his eyes and your swirled tongue on the head of his dick before dipping it into the slit. Joshua could feel that familiar curl in stomach. Panicked, He quickly pulls you off of him, Huffing quietly. A string of spit mixed with cum falling from your swollen lips. Confused, You asked what was wrong and if he wanted to stop.
"Nothing, and please don't." Joshua blinks, trying to steady his breathing. His eyes dazed, heart pounding in his chest as he spoke. "You're good at this, too good this, Nearly ruined the night."
You giggle, licking a stripe on the underside of his cock. He throws his head, Trying to not come instantly. You smirk. "You want me to keep going? Baby." You ask teasingly.
He stops, looking down at you. "No," He leans in close to your ear. "I want you to lie on the bed and open your legs so I can fuck you right.." Joshua rasp, gently nipping your lobe. Fuck this, he needed you now.
'Ooh shit..'
You froze and stared at the wall behind the bed, still on your knees, when Josh sat back, your heart rate spiked as you looked right at him, His brown eyes were half-lidded and almost black with lust, his hands clench as you two kept staring at one other.
'Oh.. oh.. ohhh, It's done.. you're not walking in morning'
."Okay—Oh!"
Suddenly, the world spun as Josh grabbed you by the hips and flopped you onto the bed. He tried, he really did try to keep his cool but his patience was gone. Joshua need you now. He hiked your skirt up, showing the garters on your plush thighs.
Fuck, you were gorgeous. the sight of your light blue panties, now wet with your slick was almost too much in his lust hazed mind. pulling your legs apart, he slowly peels them off, leaving you bare. His mouth watered at the sight.
Your were folds puff and wet, glistening in the low lighting. Unable to resist, Joshua shakily reached forward to collect some. Sighing quietly. "You're fucking soaked.." he sucks your essence off his fingers before kneeling in front you. "Josh, please." You mewled, dropping your head back. "I know, I know. You don't have to beg, I'm going to take care of you." His thumb brushes across your clit, causing it to jump under it. You bit down on your lip, breathless, you gasp when he slowly pushed two fingers in, bucking your hips up to meet then.
Joshua placed his clean hand on your stomach, holding you still. "Do you hear her? She's been wantin' this... listen."
Clenching around the digits, The room was filled with the sound of your breathy and the slickness of your arousal coating as he worked them in and out, your dipping core sent a thrill through Josh as he watched. Licking his lips, Joshua gave your pussy a kiss before latching onto your clit.
A loud, high-pitched whimper escaped your soft lips, your hands immediately going to his hair, pulling it. Joshua rutted against the mattress, Hungrily losing himself in your slit, as he rotates between sucking and lapping at your delicate folds, slurping noisily. You were smooth, like honey on his tongue. So sweet, and so his. You were his, and He couldn't get enough, you were getting to him, and he wanted more.
He pulls off with a faint 'pop!' Keeping the same, Languidly pace of his fingers. He gazes at you, his once brown eyes were now dark, like a shark who's caught the scent of blood. "Look at you, a married woman letting me play with her pretty pussy.." He grins, putting a wet kiss on your inner thigh. "You like it, don't you? my fingers deep in you."
"Hm–mm.. They're so–aha~"
He angles his wrist and curls his fingers upward, rubbing over that deep inside. Tears lined your lashes, whining, you looked at him and Squeezed around his fingers, Your nub jumps under the pad of his thumb as he rubbed circles on it.
"Do you hear how wet you are? how needy she is?" He teases, keeping his pace. "You wanna cum, right? Want her to feel good?" You nodded dumbly, incapable of trusting your voice. It Usually takes a lot for you to silenced, but to be reduced to moans and soft gasps is a whole other concept, you were melting into a puddle of heat and euphoria from his hand. "I want an answer, baby."
"Yes! Yes, please!"
"Then do it, cum on my fingers. Do it." He commanded, pumping His fingers faster, the squelching grew more as he Rubbed faster circles, with a shudder, you finally reached your peek. "Josh!" You cried out, Arching your back. heat rolls over your body in delicious, satisfying waves, as You lock your tights around his head.
A few moments pass before you freed him, Joshua sits back, his mouth wet as he smiles with pride. Getting off the floor, He crawled onto the bed Looking equally as disheveled. You immediately hooked your finger under his shark necklace and pulled him down into a kiss, you sigh softly, tasting yourself on his lips. Joshua blindly grabs a condom from your bag and opens it, you watch him rolled it over his dick before hovering over you again.
Joshua looks at you with hesitation, his mind was dizzy and his body sweaty. "Are you ready?" You nod, spreading a little wider. he slowly entered you, inch by inch until he's completely in. Gripping his biceps, he stops. Allowing you to adjust to his size. Joshua squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers dug into your flesh almost painfully your walls tighten around him in response.
'Don't cum, not before her... oh, please don't cum." He thought, Yeah.. he's a goner.
Deeply intoxicated, Your hips buck, causing him to murmur your name softly. He felt so heavy and so deep inside, but it wasn't enough, you need more of him, and you need him now. "You can move, Josh. Please move, be rough." His eyes widens, looking much more focused than before. You weren't going lie, it did kinda throw you off.
"You like it rough, huh?" Josh hooked your legs on his arm, leaning forward. "Don't worry.. I'm gonna ruin you." He says through gritted teeth, slamming in, your mouth shaped itself into a quiet 'oh' as He sild his hands between the bed and your ass, pulling your hips upwards to meet his Merciless rhythm.
your eyes gloss over as you wails bounced off the walls. Oh, He was getting desperate, you could feel him rubbing your G-spot with the tip. In a poor attempt to stay grounded, you turned your attention to his shark necklace, it swings back and forth. Hypnotizing you.
"Hey, Hey." Josh stalls, his eyebrows furrowing as he gently took your jaw in his grasp, making you look at him. "Look at me, Don't look away. Be a good girl and Look at the man who taking you so fuckin' well." Nodding wordlessly, Drool rolls from the corner of your mouth, down the side of your cheek. He chuckles and licks clean.
You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, A familiar fiery coil tightens in your gut. Sweat rolling down your chest. "I'm so close, Josh–ah" Your voice cracks as you dug your fingers into his skin.
He nods and quickly pushes your legs to your chest, folding you in half as he drove into you at a brutal pace. "I can feel it, Come on, do it... squeeze around me... cu—Oh, f-fuuck~!"
Trembling, As You dissolved in pleasure, You gasped. Letting your vision go black. A ring of white cream forms at the base of his his as you came, making Joshua shudder, groaning your name in a guttural tone. Your walls spasm and contract around his length, causing him to reach his peek.
Joshua threw his head back, pounding into you, one two, three times before Thick white ropes spurts out of him, filling the condom. Minutes pass, The two of you pant in silence, finally coming down from the high.
Joshua wraps his arms around you, lying on top of you while you combed your fingers through his graying-curls. The contrast between the desperation of before to calm, stillness of now was like night and day, You giggled tiredly, finding it amusing.
Turning his head, Joshua kisses your lips affectionately, his need still lingered in it as you met with the same eagerness. He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling empty as he stood up and went to bathroom. Looking up at the ceiling, You shivered. The sweat that poured off you body, had now chilled down.
Joshua comes back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned you up. You jolt as he made contact with your now sensitive folds, "How are you feeling?" He asks, watching you face.
"Satisfied," you yawned, covering your mouth. "But tired."
Listening, He nodded and Kissed you on the forehead. After throwing the towel in hamper, Joshua sild back in the bed and took you back in arms. You tried to push him away. "No, don't hold me. I'm all sticky."
Joshua laughs, looking down at you. "And so am I. Go to sleep, we'll shower together in the morning."
"But–"
"No." He says, cutting you off. You wanted to fight him on this, but the exhaustion in your body was stronger than your own rebuttal.
Sighing, you rest your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Letting out a yawn himself, Joshua turns off the light. Leaving you two in gentle, peacefully silence.
Cw: Y'all gonna hate Simon like a mf, alcohol usage, Simon's an asshole when drunk, light angst.
"Next time you see your mama, tell her how she raised a bitch!" – Cardi b
You quietly left the bedroom and went towards the living room, knowing that your husband would be there. After what happened between you and Joshua days ago, you've been a little more distant than before. The feel of His lips pressing against yours had you dizzy just from the memory. Now inches away, As great as it felt to kiss him, you couldn't help but to feel kind of bad about being with him. That is, until you remember why met him that day.
Then the guilt melts away.
Still, you never thought that would've got to the point of being on top of Him in his car, or him grinding up during the kiss. Entering the room, you stood behind him, Quietly. Simon was sitting on the cream colored couch, massaging someone. Feeling your annoyance flare, you cleared your throat to get his attention.
Looking up, Simon flashed a fake smile at you, turning his phone off. alarmed by your sudden appearance. "Hi, babe. What's up?" He asks.
"Nothing much," You shrug, coming around the couch. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
He watches you come over, Simon could feel his heart in his throat as you sat down next to him. You press your lips together, Simon knew this look, you were about to ask for something.You turn fully towards him. Playing up the act.
"You know our anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, we should celebrate.. with a party."
"A party?" Simon asked Incredulously, crossing his arms. You were never a party-goer, when his friends threw them, you'd keep to yourself and hangout in a corner while he'd speak to his friends and their wives. It was annoying, having a "partner." That doesn't play along. "You don't like parties."
"Well, I've been thinking about changing my outlook. You know, being more.. outgoing and fun. Imagine," You say, faking a smile. Simon stiffened up as You move onto his lap, ignoring the urge to hit him. "Us celebrating at the contrary club, you get to invite your friends and family and I'll invite my parents. It'll be perfect, please!"
Sure, he's excited to hear that you're seeing things his way and becoming more of the women he desires, but something didn't feel right. Simon rubbed circles over your leg, eyeing you with curiously. 'She's finally accepting it, stop worrying about it.' Clenching his other hand behind your back.
He puts his suspicion aside and nodded. "Alright. Let's have an anniversary party.. I'll get in touch with the manager and ask if we can have it there–"
You squeal happily, pressing kisses over his face before getting up. "Thanks baby, you're the best! I can't to call my family, this will be so great." Simon nods, telling you that it's no problem as you walk away. After you left, Simon slumped back, rubbing his face. His thoughts were filled with suspicion.
You walked back to the bedroom, Curling your lips in disgust, you pull out a paper towel and wiped them clean. That was infuriatingly easy. A few kisses and sweet words was all it took for Simon to fall for it. what a dumb-ass.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." Joshua got out of his car and shut the door, locking it behind him as he walks up the driveway, It was weird to be at your house, especially since it's his first time being there but he trusts you. Now at the door, he took a deep breath and rang the bell. "Coming!"
Joshua immediately peaked up, now standing with his shoulders back, Hopefully looking less miserable. When The door opened, Your whole face lit up at the sight of him. "Hi, Josh." You stepped to the side to let him in. Walking inside, Joshua lets out a low whistle as he took in the inside. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem. So, uh, where is he?"
"He's looking for the whiskey glasses. But I hid them, so give him minute." Letting out a soft 'ah.' He nods and comes closer to you. Your breath hitches when Joshua rested his hand on your lower back, causing a certain heat to radiate across your ears down to your fingers tips. Amused, You look at him over your shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He shrugs innocently, trailing his hand to your ass, sighing quietly as he gives it a squeeze. "Just want to feel you, that's all." Feeling a little cheeky, You gave him a sultry grin before wrapping your arms around his neck. Glazing into his eyes, his eyes flutter closed as you lips captured him in soft, tender kiss. He hums, pressing himself against your body, That buzz was back.
Now somewhat powering his brain off with an erotic bliss. Joshua palms lingered on your pliant flesh, his breath becoming more uneven as the kiss continued. Damn, He couldn't pull away, you felt right in his arms. It was addictive to him, you are addictive to him. Giggling softly, You pull back to see his face, his eyes were half-lidded, his breathing was heavy and lips were swollen. Joshua was drunk on sensation and You knew just what to do.
He groans quietly as you rubbed the base of his neck. "Now, you know you can't kiss me here like that. You'll get me excited." You laugh teasingly, patting his chest as you caught your breath.
Joshua licks his lips as he observed you, his eyes were half-lidded and glazed. Hearing your comment, His fingers dug into the softness of your hips. "I could help you with that." Leaning towards your ear, his sandalwood cologne enters your nose. "Nothing my tongue couldn't fix.." He whispers, kissing the side of your jaw.
'Oh my god.'
"Mhm." You hummed, pressing your lips in a fine line. How dare he.. how dare he do this, this man is ruining you with words. Looking back, you let out a startled laugh before grinning. "Keep talking like that, then I'll show you my trick."
"What trick?"
"The one I told you in your car." You reply, Stepping away from him with a smirk. He took a forward to grab you again, only to stop when Simon returned with two glasses in his hands.
Quickly, Joshua stepped back and smiled at him as Simon sat them on the coffee table before walking up to him. "Hello, Mr. Martín. It's nice to meet you, I'm Simon Weston." Simon said. Stretching his hand out. After asking for a party last week, Your husband has been overwhelmed ever since.
.Anytime he had a moment to himself, whether at work or home, you'd call and ask for something. One day, you joked about a 'Secret girlfriend.' Taking up his time and his heart fell to his ass. He laughed it off and quickly payed for the party food afterward.
He's thankful that you didn't pick up it, because if you did? He'd be in trouble. Joshua smiles, taking his hand in his. "It's nice to meet you too. And please, call me Joshua.." He glances over to you, feigning interested. "And You are?"
Simon looks back and saw you by the doorway. He quickly took your hand and pulled you next to him. "This is my beautiful wife,–" He says your name, lovingly. Excellently Playing the role of a faithful husband. You held back your grimace at his touch, it made your skin crawl and itch. "Hi, it's so nice to meet you. Joshua."
Joshua nods and looks you up and down, a polite grin growing on his face. "It's nice to meet you too.." Simon's jaw clenches, tasting a sudden bitterness in his mouth at Joshua's words. He didn't like the way he said that nor the way he stared to you, like you were jewel. he was flirting with you and you weren't picking up on it.
'She's mine, stop looking at her–The fuck am I doing!?'
Simon couldn't believe himself, here he was, jealous of A another man possibly wanting... you? No, no. He's just imagining things and besides, He needed to as charming as usual to what he wants. He clears his throat, forcing a smile on his face as he adjusts his weight from foot to the other in an attempt to calm himself. "Well! I hope you like rum, Joshua. 'Cause I have enough for us."
Joshua chuckles, nodding slowly. He takes off his sunglasses and tucks them in his shirt pocket. "Matter of fact, I do. Will she be joining us?" He asks, Gesturing towards you. You quickly spoke up, cutting your husband off before he had the chance to speak
"Oh no," You smile softly. "I'm going out with a friend of mine. You two have fun, guy-talking to whatever you do, See you later, Simon, Joshua." You got your purse from the table and went to the door, it closes behind you with a soft 'click.' Now alone we each other, the men made their way towards the couch. Simon started pouring drinks as Joshua sat down.
Bitter. His eyes caught the wedding picture on the mantle. Your smile was gorgeous in it, the white dress you wore was simple but gorgeous on you. Simon looks up and turns to the fireplace, seeing the photo too. "That was our wedding day..."
He stood up and went towards it, picking the picture up, Simon took the frame im his hands, lovingly glazing at it. "I remember it like it was yesterday. We had got married at a small, hole in the wall chapel, we didn't have a lot then, but we made it work. families dinner at the restaurant down the street to celebrate..." Simon turns to Him and sits it down, taking his seat across from him.
"You uh, you got a wife? Joshua." Simon asked curiously. Joshua nods, his hand quietly tightened around his cup at his question. His body tensing up, clearly pissed. "Yes, for awhile now." Simon nods, an annoying smirk growing on his face.
The temptation to hit him was at its highest, just to imagine his fist colliding with Simon's face. God, his hand itching to do it."I bet she's amazing woman, Joshua."'Do it for her, keep your cool for her.'But instead of giving in, Joshua simply nodded and listened to his inner thoughts, "She is, she truly is." raising his glass, Joshua gave him a faint smile.
"To our, wonderful, lovely wives, cheers." Simon brought his glass toward him, tapping it against Joshua's with a short yet sharp clink.
"To our ladies."
Entering the high-rise building, you pull your sunglasses off as you went to receptionist desk. The man looks from his computer and smiled. "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" He asked politely.
"Hi, I'm here to meet with Mr. Landon. I'm his two o'clock." You reply, pulling down the sleeve of your cardigan.
"Of course, allow me to let him know you're here. Have a seat." You kindly decline the offer and kept standing as He picks up the phone and calls upstairs, You stare up the clear elevators and stairs. Every bit of the building was sleek, dark, and expensive.
Turning back to you, the man smiled and pointed at the elevator. You thank him and entered it, pressing the door closed, Within minutes, you were walking out of said elevator and passing cubicles. The corner of your mouth curves up in amusement as walked toward his office,
Knock, Knock!
"Come in." You push open the door and came inside the office. The room was lit with natural lighting, thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The older black man continues to read the documents on his desk as you shut the door. "You know, I would like to be acknowledged when I'm paying you a visit. I'm kinda hurt." You say, crossing your jokingly.
His head snaps to you, putting the papers down, Mr. Landon came from behind his desk towards you. Smiling widely as he said your name. Narrowing your eyes, You look away. "No, i don't want a hug. My feelings are hurt. You've hurt my feelings."
He stares at you in amusement before a deep, boisterous guffaw left his mouth. Calming down, he happily Plays along. "I, Warren Landon, apologize to my niece for neglecting to acknowledge her. Please take this hug, as my do-over." Warren opens his arms. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, hugging back.
He pats your back, pulling back. "How are you today, are your parents enjoying they're vacation?" You nod, putting your bag down.
"They're having a great in the Jamaica, Mom says they're at the beach everyday, And I'm doing well. I've come to tell you about Simon and I's six year anniversary party." You dug through your purse and gave him the invite. Your uncle reads the card, grinning.
"Monte Vista Point, eh? Snazzy. Never knew you liked country clubs."
"Well, not usually." You chuckled softly. Crossing your arms casually. "But you know, things change and i want to see what a party there will be like. Would you like to come? I mean, i can't imagine not having my uncle there."
A smile tugged at his lips as he looked up from the card. "He still doesn't know that I'm his boss, right?" He asked, knowing the weight of his question.
"He does not." You answer.
"Good. Last thing I want is for him to think that he's got a shortcut in my company." He nods, putting the paper down. This is was perfect, He still hated Simon. Having your uncle there will break him completely. Uncle Warren sit on his desk, fixing his suit sleeve. "What time does it start?"
"It starts at Seven."
"Alright, I'll be there–ah!" You threw your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. He laughs and hugged your back. "I'm already going. You don't have to pay me in hugs."
"I know... It just feels nice." You stepped to stand in front, you pull your purse onto your shoulder. Smiling softly. "I have to go now. Thanks for letting come see you and hug you." He waved his in dismissal, silently saying no problem. "It's fine."
"And thank you for Simon's promotion. Without it, we'd probably wouldn't be having said celebration at all. Goodbye." You wave at him before walking out, gently closing the door behind you. Warren sighed and chuckled to himself before setting his eyebrows in a deep furrow.
Curious, he carefully circled around the desk and pressed the call button for downstairs. The receptionist picks up with a swiftness.
"Yes, Mr. Landon?"
"Jay, can you do me a favor and call up Larry from accounting. I need him to check something for me."
"Do you want to leave a callback number?"
"Yes. The one for my office, please."
"On it."
Joshua was still on the couch, drinking on the first pour of his rum, Up until this moment you had been gone for awhile now and by the hour mark, Simon wanted more stronger which led to him, pulling out tequila and pouring shots.
Joshua watches with keen eye, sipping from his cup, Simon brought his shot glass to his lips and threw his head back, He coughs, licking the spittle off his bottom lip. Joshua glances away, Crinkling nose in disgust. Simon hums, holding his "Give me more."
"Uh, are you sure?" Joshua asked as he tilted his head, taking a small sip from his glass once again. Raising an eyebrow in faux concern. Simon's forehead creased as he glared at him through bleary vision. "You're not bossof me," He hissed drunkenly. "This is my house. And can I do.. what- hic–Whatever the hell I want. Got it."
Joshua held his palms up, backing off. "Alright, alright. I'll drop it. Take the bottle." He sild rum towards Simon before sitting back, You were right, it was easy for Simon to make an ass of himself. As Simon took a swig from the bottle, the small smirk on Joshua's face was easily concealed by his cup. Thinking.Before Josh could ask anything, Simon pipes up. "Hay... heeyy.. you wanna hear–hic–a secret?" He slurs, Drinking from the bottle."Sure."
"I'm seeing this chick, we fuck when My wife isn't hoome~ and we fuck a lots~" He sang, swaying slightly. Joshua hums, setting the glass on the table. "You call her over when she's not here?"
Simon nods playfully, causing Joshua to snort in annoyance. "Don't you feel bad? you're cheating on your wife with a married woman."
Simon shook his head and grinned, leaning forward. "Nah, i used to. But i got over it. I take care of her, I give her money, I gave her this house, I give her whatever... so she doesn't leave. She doesn't know that I've seeing other people, she'll never know. She's too ditzy to pick up on it.."
He furrows his brows. "So, if you don't love her anymore.. then why make her stay?"
"Because she makes me look like a better man. That's why." Simon answered, smiling.
Unable to stop his reaction, Joshua blinks in disbelief as Simon laughed and threw his head back, his body shaking with laughter. he's just admitted to cheating in you, in front of the husband of his mistress like he asked about the weather.
He help but to scoff at the absurdity of it. He could feel the anger bubbling in chest, he crosses his arms, staring daggers into him. He couldn't think else to say, Joshua wanted to beat him senseless but held back, playing along.
"How about another drink. You got any whiskey?"
Simon eyes lit up, he nods eagerly. Pointing towards the bar.
"And this has two bedrooms, two baths, and a higher than the one we looked at." She says, guiding you through the empty apartment. You nod, checking out the kitchen area.
You ran over the black counter top, humming softly. watches you explore. Smirking, she came over, holding a portfolio. "Is alright? Let me guess; It's not big enough. I get it, we have a four bedroom–"
"Si, when you called me. I wasn't completely honest with you."
She drew her brows together, staying quiet to let you finish. Sylvia was confused, why were you so on edge? Dread builds in chest at the thought of you being sick or in fear. You quickly went towards the entranceway door, closed it, and came back. your stomach knotted up as you looked at her.
Now anxious, Sylvia motions for you to continue. "I'll just say it, Simon's been cheating on me for a few years."
Sylvia's face contorted from neutral to uncontrollable shock. You could practically feel the pain in her jaw from low it fell. She attempts to set her book tour book down, only to miss the counter completely.
The book falls to the floor with loud 'thud'. You did it, after years of being her friend, you finally broke her. "Eh–What?" She croaks softly.
"And he's been doing it with multiple women, I got the evidence of it from his computer and the P.I, it's a lot."
"A few years!? Wait–"
"And with the General manager of Monte Vista Point."
Totally stunned, Her eyes bulge out. "Girl!" She grabs you by the shoulders, blinking several times before pulling you into a hug.. "First off, I am so sorry. You shouldn't be going through this, What an asshole. Also,"
Sylvia stepped back, A soft smirk growing on her face. "I know you, How are you going to ruin him?"
You laugh, leaning against the wall. "Public humiliation."
Sylvia squealed excitedly, Clapping her hands. "How much dirt do you have on him, a lot i bet?"
"Well.." You cupped your hand over her ear and whispered, hiding your plan from nonexistent audience. Her eyes slowly widen as you told her what comes next, pulling away, you smiled. "That's all."
She blinks at you before grinning. "... And you're making him pay for his downfall."
"I am. " You got her invite from your purse. Before smiling. "And when I'm done, I'll make my great escape to this apartment, i wanna put down an offer."
"Thank god!" Sylvia bent down and got book, holding it tightly. "This place screams you. Come on, let's go to the office and I'll get the paperwork started. Girl, this is juicy fruit."
Opening the door, the two of you exited the apartment. You struggle to hold back your laughter as you drop the finally piece of info. "Also, her husband is helping me too."
"HUH!?"
A few hours later, Your keys jingle against the door as the sun began to set, You were met with the familiar white walls of your house. "Baby, Are you up?" You asked. As you went towards the kitchen, You strain your ears to listen, the sound of the sink running had you attention as you walked in.
He rinsed out his cup and opened the refrigerator, the muscles in his back shifts under his shirt as he reached for pitcher. After watching with a keen eyes, not wanting to miss any of his moments, you decided to speak up. "Hi, Joshua. You're still here."
Joshua glances at you before turning back to the refrigerator. "Yeah, I wanted to say goodbye before leaving, so I waited for you." He pours some ice tea into a clean glass, closing the door, he took a sip of the tea. Running his eyes over you. "How was lunch with your friend?"
"Good, good. She and I had great time, we're caught up on each other now."
A smile tugged at his lips as he sips. "I'm glad." Sitting down his glass, Joshua looks back at you. "Does she know about.." He gestured between you and him, silently filling in the blank. You let out a gentle huff, nodding and a smile. "Yes. But I know her, she's knows where the bodies are buried. If you know what I mean."
"I'm happy to hear that." He snickered. You two stood in silence, and surprisingly, it was nice. Up until now, you and Joshua have only been in moments of chaos. You're been survivor mode for so long, with a mind so loud, that you almost forgot how to enjoy the silence. It was the peace that you have been asking for. Moving closer, you wrap your arms around him, Hugging his back.
Turning around in your embrace, Joshua rests his cup on the counter before hugging you back. Hesitantly, you ask. "Is he asleep?" Joshua nodded slowly, rubbing your back. "Yup. Out like a light. He got drunk and started talking."
"What did he say?"Joshua sighs, still feeling uncomfortable from before, He shakes his head, pulling you closer. "I really don't want to repeat his words," he pulls back, staring into your eyes. "But just know that you were right, he doesn't respect you, At all."
You sucked your teeth at his answer. God(s), was what that bad, you couldn't help but to kick yourself a little. If only you'd left him earlier, you wouldn't be– No, stop that now. You didn't know that Simon was cheating and you didn't that he was with Lindsey. It's not your fault.
You just didn't know, it's okay, sure. You could've been more nosy to begin with, but you shouldn't have to be. All you asked for was to loved and respected. was that so hard to ask for? "It's alright, let it out..." he whispers, pressing a kiss on the crown of your hair.
His thumb brushes across your cheeks, wiping the stray tears as they started to fall. You were so caught up in your thoughts, that You didn't even realize that you were crying.
"I'm sorry." You Whimpered.
"Don't apologize. Baby, Say what's on your mind, like you did in the car."
Feeling weight leaving your body, you sigh, blinking away tears. "I.. hate him. I hate Simon so much, it's not even funny. The idea of his touch now makes me nauseous, I loved him hard in my 20s and I regret it. I wish I listened to my gut on our wedding day. I wanted a nice wedding, at a nice venue, and the long white dress. You know, the works." Joshua nods, listening with a somber expression on his face. You sniffle, crying softly.
"But we couldn't, He told me that it was easier for his grandparents if we did it at a courthouse.."
His brows pulled together as he stared at you, confused. "He said you guys at married at a chapel." A bittersweet laugh comes from your lips, shaking your head. The small, hole-in-the-wall bit. Of course, he told him that.
"Oh no," You back away, sitting down as you continue. "there never was a chapel and we had money. He tells that lie to not look like a dick for lying to his new wife. I respect those who had a courthouse wedding, but I didn't want one. I wanted a nice, small venue at the lake.." You shook your head, rolling your eyes.
"Simon knew that I respect my elders and used that against me, And funniest part of it all; they didn't even come!" You laughed. "They can't stand him either. So, I never got my dream wedding day. All because... I was soo in love."
Crossing his arms, Joshua stared at you, long and hard, his gaze almost piecing into your soul. "I would've done better."
You look at him in confusion as he came over sits, the stool squeaking as he sat next to you. His fingers combed through your when he put your hand in his. "I would have given you that lake wedding at the your dream venue, i would've done... anything to make you happy. I would treat you the way you should be treated, the way you deserve. You wouldn't have to think about.. neglecting yourself to make me happy, I'd happy when you're happy."
"Oh yeah?" He nods.
You observe his face, hoping for a lick of a lie. But no, he's staring at you with absolute sincerity that made Your heart squeezed inside, your mouth opened and closed. unable respond, Joshua cuts you off before you could your words out. "Let me take you out, please. I want to have dinner with you, I want.. you."
He kisses your knuckles before resting your hand against his cheek. Glancing around with wide eyes, you released a shaky breath and finally looked at him. "We can't out. Someone might see us and think that we're the cheaters. Simon is going outside the city for a week, so let's have dinner together.. in private."
Joshua chuckles and gave a tender kiss to your lips, he rests his head against yours. Happily. "Then let's have dinner in private."
Warnings: sad, Horny thoughts and feelings, car makeout, Joshua really likes the Reader's true religion jeans, extremely honest reader, Lindsay is c-block.
"I can tell that he excited 'cause he go from small to big (girl!)" – Cardi B
Numb
Numb was the only word that Joshua could use to describe how he felt, and it still wasn't enough. His soul was crushed, the women he fell in love with and married, has been cheating on him for awhile now. He wanted to cry but the thought of doing that again, is pathetic to him.
Turning his key, Joshua opens the door. His shoulders weren't back as usual, they were slightly slumped forward when he entered the house.
besides the sound of his keys being tossed aside, it was quiet. "Hello?" He calls out. After you showed him the truth, he couldn't help but to think back on days where he and Lindsay fought. screams matches that would end with them sleeping in separate rooms, giving each the silent treatment, let's not forget. their nonexistent romantic life.
Joshua didn't know how bad it had gotten Until last night, when his wife had mentioned that they haven't had sex in almost a year in the middle of their fight, of course, Joshua scoffed at the statement at the time, although he called her dramatic, Lindsay's words stuck in his head.
'Has it really been since we've slept together?'
He couldn't sleep that night, memories of before played in his mind and filled his body with a familiar heat and sorrow. He glances at his wife's sleep form, Huffing quietly, Joshua got up from the bed and left the room.
Clenching his fist. Having to pretend that was fine made his chest sink in, he was hurt, and angry again.
His eyes caught the wedding picture the shelf. They were smiling at each other in it, it used to bring him joy but now, all the photo did was mock him. He looks away to control himself. Joshua shook his head, Trying to rip himself of her words echoing in his mind, he needs to speak to someone, anyone besides himself or the dog.
He pushes his hand inside his robe pocket and pulls out his phone before calling you, he hesitates. This is a bad idea, to call you this late at night. You were probably asleep. But.. you could be awake?
Swallowing back his reluctance, Joshua calls you.
'This is stupid. You're a grown ass man, and you are calling her, she's not going to answer—'
"Joshua?" You answered, tiredly. His eyebrows shot up toward hairline. You picked up, you actually answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Uh, yeah. Sorry. It's me, did i wake you up?" He asks, sheepishly.
"No. I couldn't sleep. How about you?"
"Couldn't sleep either. Mrs–"
"Joshua," You chuckle over the phone, shaking your head. "We've been talking for a week straight. I'm not gonna be Mrs. Weston forever. You know my name."
He did know it, but he's only said it in the middle of his... midnight season. Looking around, Joshua repeats it, enjoying the way your name on his felt on tongue. It felt nice and it was perfect for you. He sits at the table, anxiously glancing down the hall before speaking again. "What's the plan again?"
"Well," Joshua listens to the sound of covers moving, he can imagine you in bed, sitting up. "You and I are going are going to meet up tomorrow, and we're going to talk in private."
"Okay. Got it. Have a goodnight."
"You too, Josh."
After you hung up, Joshua sat in silence with his phone in his hand. He was in an odd spot, the heaviness was still in his chest.. but something else was there, it's faint, almost easy to ignore. But it's there. He was eager to see you again. Joshua leans forward, putting to his palms to his forehead.
Hr took a deep breath before standing up from the table, walking back towards the bedroom, he pulls his robe off and got on his side of the bed. He lies down, Staring at the ceiling. He was just glad that someone understood what he's going through. That's all, It's just a slight feeling, it'll go away...
Right?
Wrong.
It didn't go away, if anything, it got worse over night. sunlight peaked the windowsof coffee shop while Joshua sat at a small table in the corner, His eyes darting toward the entrance ever so often, He pushed a hand though his hair. still shaken from his dream, he drinks his coffee, trying to take his mind off last night's dream.
Joshua could feel your hands on his shoulders, the softness of yoir skin, your whispers, his hands clench as he imagined how your hips would in them–He clears his throat, checking his phone. It felt real, too real.
He chalked it up to you being the last person he spoke to, that's all. He anxiously bounced his knee under the table, struggling to ignore the faint throb in his pants, Joshua shuts his eyes in an attempt calm himself down.
'In... out... in... out...'
You entered the shop holding your bag, you looked around the room until you found him in the corner. Smiling, you silently walked towards his table and fixed your hair, sitting in the chair across from him, You rested your chin in your hand, staring at him.
You knew what he looked like but you haven't really looked at him up until this moment, You had to admit, he's a very handsome man. From his dark, graying curly hair to his strong-looking arms that you wanted to bite. He also he had a very nice nose. You've always found men with bigger noses.. kinda sexy, and you knew that it's strangely specific thing to find attractive but It is natural to find specific features hot...
Or maybe you're just an odd, little freak. Who knows.
Sitting up straightener, you rest your arms on the table before speaking. "You really shouldn't close your eyes in public." Joshua jolts in his seat, his eyes widens before flickering to you, instantly. Your lips curl up. "It's nice to see you here, Joshua." You giggled.
You put brown handbag on the table, getting more comfortable in the hard chair, you pull off your sunglasses. He stares at you, quietly. Furrowing your brows, you look behind yourself to see what he's looking at. After Seeing nothing, you turned back to him. "What are you looking at?"
"You changed your hair." Joshua says. Eyeing it in curiously.
"Yeah, my hair is in its natural style." You shrug, raising your hand to run it over your thick afro. "It was time for her to make a comeback, i missed it." He nods, desperately trying to pay attention. Joshua's thought were betraying him, but he couldn't help it. You were stunning. With thick hair that sat like a soft, gorgeous cloud, a lovely voice, and full lips.
'God, they'll probably feel nice against mine–No, No, No! Come on, Joshua. You seriously can't hold a conversation with her, without checking her out—she's holding my hand,'
Looking down, You were holding his hand. In the midst of his thoughts, you had reached your arm and took his hand into yours, bringing him from his thoughts. Joshua relaxes, moving his hand to sit comfortably in yours, giving it a squeeze. "Why are you holding my hand?" He asked.
You chuckle nervously, moving your eyes from him for a second. "Because you're not going to like my plan.." Joshua's face twists in confusion, he wonders how bad it was for you to hold his hand. "You're going to have a drink with Simon."
Huh? No, there was no way that he heard you correctly. Be friends with Simon, The same man who's fucking his wife? no. Joshua laughs and shakes head, giving your hand a squeeze. "No, No. you're pretty but you're insane. I'm not becoming friends with Him."
You raise a brow at him. "You think I'm pretty? Wait, no. Don't change the subject." You lightly swatted at him, shaking your head. "Listen, I'm not asking you to be his friend. Just have a drink with him. Getting him drunk, Let him know who you and watch him sweat, he'll be intimidated." You smirked, letting go of his hand.
It involuntarily twitches, silence itching to feel you again. He sighs, rubbing his palm on his neck. You put your hands, begging. "Please, I may regret this. But I'll give you anything you want." You say going into your purse.
"I want you.." He murmurs breathlessly, eyeing your smooth skin.
"Huh?" You look up, furrowing your eyebrows. "What'd you say?"
"Nothing." He was thankful that you didn't hear him, if you did, he'd want to die. Your phone chimes again, humming, you took out your phone and turned it on. Rolling your eyes, You read the messages as they came in. "Ugh." You spoke through gritted teeth. "They... messaging each other."
"Like what?" Your grip on the phone got tighter as you read them. The audacity of to plan they're next meeting. Anger bubbles in your chest while the messages kept rolling in. "Simon said, "When are you coming over, she took too long to leave." and "I've been thinking of you since yesterday." Hm."
"And what did Lindsay say?"
"That she.. missed... Okay! New plan, we're going on a drive so I, don't kill her." You get up from your chair.
"Right, right. We don't want that." Joshua nods, standing up. He watches you pick up your purse and head towards the door. He follows behind, his eyes falling down to your Jeans. He wanted to run his fingers over the pockets, to feel its pink horseshoe stitching would make him a happier man. Clearing his throat, Joshua looks around on the street. Where's your car?" He asks.
"I didn't bring it. I knew i was going to be angry and didn't want it to transfer that in my driving."
"So, you took an Uber here?"
"Yep." You answer, taking deep breathes. To hear that he had a chance to get closer to you made him ecstatic. Joshua came closer to you, pushing his hands in the pockets of his pants. "We could drive around in my car.. and you can let it all out."
You turn towards him, tilting your head slightly. Your head tilt is adorable. "You mean it, you won't judge me?"
"Nope."
"When I get like this, Icannot hold my tongue. As In, I say a lot of shit that I keep to myself. Are you sure?"
Joshua, without saying anything else, he pulls you along with him and unlocks his car, he opens the passenger side door, looking at you. "You said that we need a clear head to continue this, so, clear your head in my car. I won't judge, I promise." You stared at him, unsure of his suggestion for a moment. You didn't really have anyone else (Besides your mother) to vent to.
ah, what the hell. Why not to rant to handsome man who'll won't judge you. You shrug, walking towards his car, you thank for holding the door and got in. Joshua shuts it and jogs over to his side and got in. After you seatbelts on, he turns to you. "Ready?"
You nodded, glancing at the road. Starting the car, he carefully pulled out of the space and drove off, leaving the coffee shop behind.
To say that he underestimated you was an understatement, He knew that you were upset, of course you'd be. He didn't blame you. But for you release all of those emotions, your rage, your sadness, your disgust, and tears for almost two hours straight and not be out breath, Joshua wasn't going to lie, He was impressed and Shamefully excited. He nods, watching you.
"And for him to seek sex outside of our marriage, shows that he has no character. Marriage is built on mutual respect and integrity, I guess he doesn't have those things either! Also, he said that my skills in the bedroom were lacking, which is bullshit. I know they're on point. he'll never find another like me again."
You turn to Joshua, clearly pissed. "Tell me, If you had a wife who could suck peanut butter through a straw, would you cheat on her? Hm, would you?"
Joshua's eyes widened. "Wait.. you... you could suck peanut butter through a..?"
"A straw? Yeah, I can do it and i have done it. It was bachelorette game. I won, by the way." You smile innocently, before continuing to speak. Sadly, Your words went in through one ear and the other. Joshua just stared at you.
His breathing had got heavy as his heart pounds, Joshua glances at your lips and looked away. Damnit, he hasn't had a reaction like in awhile. His hormones were slowly getting to him.
"I wouldn't, Not at all.." he murmurs.
'Fuck, i need to calm down..'
But he couldn't, instead, he was burning from the heat. Joshua's brain felt fuzzy, like he's been drinking. he quietly bites down onto his lip. Trying to not groan. After Hearing nothing, You turned your head to Joshua, seeing how his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows in desperation. The way His hand was gripping his knee, told you everything you needed to know. You Sit back.
"You know what, Joshua. You might just explode If i turning you on." You teased, rubbing his shoulder.
"Wha–?" He blinks, trying to not lean into your touch.
"I can see how bad you want me.." you trail off, glancing down. following your gaze, the color drained from his face.
Joshua tried so, so hard to not be affected. But it wasn't enough. So There it was, the undeniable evidence of his arousal. His hard, length straining against the fabric of his brown pants, giving a feeble twitch. With burning ears, Joshua covered his crotch with his hands.
"Fuck my life, I'm so sorry, please don't creeped out."
'Damnit, she probably thinks I'm a pervert now.'
Joshua held his breath, knowing what's to come next. He was ready for you to hit him with your bag and demand to go back, instead of you yelling, you laughed. Letting out full on giggles.
"Joshua," You say. Coming down from laughter. "I'm not upset. If that's what you're thinking, I'm fine with you getting hard at the thought of me."
He narrows his eyes, Nothing prepared him for this. He is sitting next to you with a hard-on, and you're fine with it. He's completely stunned, unable to speak. What hell? did he hit his head? was he hallucinating? What is this..?
"And besides, I've been attracted to you since we first met—"
'oh, fuck-'
Joshua puts his head back, cutting you off with quiet moan. Fuck, he couldn't take it anymore, you were driving him crazy. All of those nights of him jerking off to the thought of you has now come back to torment him. his pants rubbed on his hardness, giving it delicious friction.
Joshua shudders, turning back to you. He squeezes his eyebrows together, licking his lips. He wanted to piece together something to say but the only words he could get out were. "Can I kiss you? Please, say yes."
Smiling softly, you gently cupped his cheek when you leaned over the console and pressed your lips against his in a breathtaking kiss. Your hand sild into his hair, giving it a light tug. It jolt went through his body as his eyes flutters shut, kissing back, You tasted sweet. Like the creamer in your now emptied coffee cup, his eyes roll back in euphoria as his hands went down to your hips, massaging the plush flesh.
As the kiss went on, the more needy it became. Your hands going into his hair while his wrapped themselves around your curves, you moan in his ear when he squeezes your backside, rubbing them over the stitched horseshoe. You felt so good in his palms, whatever he needs to do stay with you, he'll do it. No questions asked.
"Mhm.. Joshua–ah!"
He pulls you over the center console, in hopes to have you closer. Now straddling him, your hand sat on his chest. Panting softly. You feel him under you, hard and ready to please. Leaning forward, you rest your head against his. "Joshua.. we can't do this here..." He nods frantically, trying to ground himself.
"You're right. We need privacy and–"
His phone rings, causing you both to groan loudly. Digging it out, it reads 'Lindsay' across the screen. Damnit, he had finally got you in his grasp and before he could give in and take you, she calls. He wanted to cry out frustration. He stares up at you. "It's Lindsay, what do I do?"
"Answer it. Quickly."
He does as you say, His wife's British accent coming through clearly. "Hi, Joshua. Where are you?"
"I went on a drive. Today was stressful and i need to cool down." He says, giving your ass another squeeze.
"I'm sorry for that, Darling. Are you on your way back?"
You mouth an excuse, making him repeat it. "In the few minutes. Babe."
"Alright. I love you."
"I love you too, bye." He hangs up, leaving you two in silence. You carefully got back in the passenger seat, attempting to catch your breath. You fix your afro before turning to him, smiling softly. "So.. you remember the plan?"
"Talk to Simon.. get him drunk and then ask questions. Yeah, i got it." He says, starting the car again.
Hiiii baby! I’m loving the new works&theme especially cabo and meanie! I was wondering if you could do a birthday fic with Nfl!Ony since it’s my birthday today! - 🧸
OFF SEASON
𐙚!!── ony and his fiancée!
⤷ ❝ {a/n: ofcccc my love & i hope you have the happiest birthday today! nfl! ony is a legendary pull so why not bring him back cause ur birthday wish is my command! 😩} ¡! ❞
⤷ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈 / 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
"cheers!"
you and the girls scream as you down the fifth, sixth, or seventh shot tonight? you were keeping count until you believe around your third one. the numbers blurred together, mixing with the bass vibrating through the floor and the neon pink lights reflecting off everyone's faces.
the shot glasses hit the table with a collective clatter and your cousin was already reaching for the bottle for the next round.
"girl, slow down," your sister laughed while grabbing her arm. "we got all night."
"it's her birthday!" your cousin gestured wildly at you while almost knocking over the bottle. "we can do what we want!"
"damn right we can," you slurred while holding up your empty glass like a trophy.
the section ony had rented was huge, it was the entire upper level of the hottest spot in the city; a place that was equal parts restaurant and club, with velvet booths and marble tables. string lights and gold lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting everything in a honeyed glow. the dj was tucked in the corner, spinning a mix of afrobeats and female rap that made your hips move whether you wanted them to or not.
and the food….god, the food.
before the shots started, you'd eaten like a literal queen; oysters on a bed of ice, truffle pasta that cost more than your first car, a charcuterie board the size of your torso, and mini sliders that you'd demolished in three bites. ony had pre ordered everything and the waiters kept bringing out plates you didn't even remember asking for.
but that was hours ago, now it was just bottles on the table, ice melting in buckets, and the faint smell of hookah smoke curling toward the ceiling.
you leaned back against the velvet couch, your light pink mini dress shifting with you as the gold chain across your bare back is cool against your skin. your curls were wild now from hours of dancing and the humidity had them expanding into a cloud around your face. gold cuffs still glinted at your ears and your ring caught the neon lights every time you moved your hand, which was often, because you couldn't stop looking at it.
"let me see it again," your friend demanded while crawling across the couch on her knees.
you held out your hand like a queen presenting her favorite gem. she grabbed your wrist, pulling your ring finger toward the light.
"lawd," she breathed. "it look different every time i see it."
"that's because the lighting keep changing," your sister pointed out.
"girl…don't ruin the magic."
weeks before your birthday, ony had proposed to you at the stadium during the halftime of one of his games. the way he had dropped to one knee in front of fifty thousand people and made you cry so hard you forgot how to speak.
you still watched the video sometimes. late at night, when he was asleep beside you, his arm thrown over your waist, and his breath warm on your neck. you'd pull up the clips on your phone to see the ones that had gone viral, the ones your cousins had sent, even the ones from angles you didn't know existed.
and you'd watch yourself say yes over and over again because it still didn't feel real. but the rock on your finger? that felt real and heavy.
"earth to birthday girl." your friend yells as she waves a hand in front of your face. "you left us again."
"sorry." you blinked while shaking your head. "just thinking."
"about that man, huh?" your cousin said while grinning.
"always about him."
"disgusting. i love it."
"okay, okay," your friend said while clapping her hands to get everyone's attention. "we need to talk about the comments recentlyyyy."
you groaned while throwing your head back against the couch. "do we have to?"
"yes!" your cousin yells while pulling out her phone, already scrolling. "people are obsessed with you. look–" she turned the screen toward you.
it was a post from some sports blog. a picture of you and ony at a game last week— you in his jersey number, him with his arm around your waist, and both of you laughing at something off camera. the caption read: "onyankopon's fiancée continues to steal hearts. who is she?"
"who is she?" your sister read aloud while scoffing. "she's right there, with a name."
"they don't care about your name," your cousin says, echoing her own words from earlier. "they care about the ring."
you held up your hand again while watching the diamond catch the pink neon lights. "can you blame them?"
"no," all three of them said in unison.
after your little proposal debrief, the shots kept coming. someone ordered a round of something blue that tasted like candy and burned like hell. your cousin eventually pulled you up off the couch because your song was playing and suddenly you were shaking ass.
the vip section wasn't huge but it was big enough. your bare feet (you'd kicked your heels off somewhere around shot four) moved across the cool floor, arms raised, curls bouncing, and the gold chain on your back catching the light with every bounce.
your cousin joined you, then your friend, finally your sister was there too, and the four of you were a tangle of limbs and laughter, dancing on each other until you were dizzy.
"this is the best birthday ever!" your cousin shouted over the music.
eventually, you collapsed back onto the couch, chest heaving and dress riding up just a little. you didn't bother pulling it down cause everyone here was family.
"i need water," you announced.
"you need more shots," your friend countered.
"i need both."
your sister flagged down a waiter who looked like he'd been waiting for an excuse to come over and ordered a round of waters and another bottle of something expensive.
"put it on the fiancée’s tab," she added and the waiter nodded like he already knew because of course he knew. ony had probably tipped him a month's rent to make sure you were taken care of.
"speaking of ony," your sister said while sliding closer to you on the couch, "when is he getting here?"
you glanced at your phone that read 1:47 am. he'd texted you an hour ago, “you good?", and you'd replied with a blurry photo of you and your girls making kissy faces at the camera.
come through
bring your friends.
👀
"soon," you said while grinning. "i told him to bring the guys."
your friends eyebrows shot up. "i thought this was girls night?"
"it was but i miss my man." you shrugged, unashamed. "and i needed an excuse to see him without making y'all feel like third wheels."
"and you still made us the third wheels?" your cousin asked while laughing.
"no, i made them the third wheels. now y'all can focus on jean and them."
"you're so calculating," your friend said but she was already reaching for her compact mirror.
"i'm considerate. there's a difference boo."
a couple minutes later your phone buzzed and you snatched it up so fast your cousin laughed.
outside. coming up.
finally.
you miss me?
maybe.
you drunk?
maybe.
send a pic.
you held up your phone and angled it downward so your body was in the frame and snapped a quick photo— you sitting pretty on the velvet seats, dress hitched up on your thighs, curls wild, and ring catching the light. your smile was drunk and happy as you tried your best to get a steady picture.
hurry up.
damn. on my way.
you tossed your phone on the couch, grabbed the nearest shot glass and downed it.
"he's coming," you announced.
the table erupted.
"finally."
“where's my lip gloss?"
"connie better be with him. im getting us out the trenches tonight."
"you're so weird."
"and you're so single. let me live."
you laughed while watching your girls scramble to reapply gloss, fluff their hair, and fix their dresses. they pretended not to care but you saw the way your sister checked her reflection in a spoon and the way your friend suddenly cared about the arrangement of bottles on the table.
you just sat back, heart racing at the thought of your man coming and you couldn't wait to feel his arms around you.
a hour later, the elevator dinged as the doors slid open and there he was.
ony stepped out first and his eyes found you immediately, his eyes scanning the room before landing on your face. behind him came eren, jean, connie, and some teammates you recognized but couldn't name in your drunken state.
the energy in the room shifted as ony crossed to you in six long strides, ignoring everyone else, and pulling you off the couch into his arms.
"hey, mama," he murmured against your hair.
"you took forever," you mumbled as you melted into his chest.
"had to drag these fools out the studio. eren was locked in."
"eren can wait."
"he said the same thing about you."
you rolled your eyes as you pulled back just enough to look at him, your hands sliding up his chest to rest on his shoulders. his eyes dragged over your face at your wild curls, your smudged lip gloss, and the drunken slant of your smile.
"you look good," he said.
"i look drunk."
"ain’t no difference."
he kissed you while connie whistled and someone yelled "get a room" and you know that was definitely jean but you didn't care.
you had your man. you had your girls. you had the whole city at your feet and a ring on your finger during a birthday night you'd never forget.
and when ony pulled back, breathless and smiling, he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
"happy birthday, mama," he said softly.
"thank you for coming," you replied.
"ain't nowhere else i'd rather be."
you weren't sure exactly when you'd ended up in ony's lap. one minute you were standing and leaning against the couch while your cousin poured another round. the next, ony had grabbed your waist, pulled you down onto his thighs, and wrapped an arm around your stomach to keep you from sliding off.
"you 'bout to fall," he murmured in your ear, his breath warm against your neck.
"i am not," you slurred, even as your body sagged against his chest.
"mmhm."
his hand splayed across your bare back and you shivered, pressing closer. the vip section spun lazily around you, pink and gold lights blurring at the edges. your girls were scattered across the couches now, deep in conversation with the guys.
and you? you were exactly where you wanted to be.
"another shot!" your friend appeared in front of you, holding out a glass. "for the birthday girl!" you reached for it but your hand wobbled and ony plucked it out of the air before you could grab it.
"nah," he said, tossing it back himself. "she done."
"ony–" you started to protest but he was already setting the glass on the table.
"you can barely sit up straight, mama. you ain't takin' no more shots."
"i'm fine–"
"you're drunk." he kissed your temple, soft and firm. "and you're gonna thank me tomorrow."
you wanted to argue but your body betrayed you as you melted further into his chest. his arms tightened around you and you sighed, your head falling back against his shoulder.
"fine," you mumbled. "but you gotta take the rest of 'em for me."
"already planned on it."
and he did.
every time one of your cousins came over with a shot, ony took it. every time someone shouted "birthday girl!" and raised a glass, ony drank it. he didn't even flinch, just tossed them back one after another, his chest rumbling with low laughter every time you whined about it.
"you're gonna be so drunk," you said, watching him down another.
"someone gotta be." he set the glass down while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "can't have you out here actin' up."
"i don't act up."
"you literally tried to climb on the table ten minutes ago."
"i was dancing."
"you were struggling."
you pouted but he just kissed the pout off your lips and you forgot what you were mad about.
somewhere around 2:30, food appeared.
this was drunk food. wings, loaded fries, and mozzarella sticks that stretched for miles when you bit into them. ony must have ordered it at some point because he was the only one coherent enough to use a phone.
"eat," he said while pressing a fry to your lips.
you took a bite, chewing slowly, your eyes half closed.
"'s good," you mumbled.
"eat another one."
"you eat another one."
he shook his head but he was smiling and he fed you three more fries before you turned your face away.
" 'm full."
"you ate like five fries."
" 'm full."
he sighed, setting the plate aside, and pulled you closer. "you impossible."
"you love it."
"unfortunately."
the night started winding down around 3.
your girls were flagging as your sister was arguing with jean about something neither of them would remember tomorrow and your cousin taking mirror selfies with connie's phone because hers had died.
you were barely awake as your face pressed into ony's neck, your breath warm against his skin.
"i'm ready to go," you whispered.
he turned his head as his lips brushed against your forehead. "yeah?"
"mmhm." you nuzzled closer, your nose grazing his jaw. "carry me?"
he laughed low, his chest vibrating under you. "you want me to carry you out?"
"please." you kissed his neck lazily, your lips dragging against his skin. "and grab my heels, they my favorite."
"which ones are those?"
"the ones i was wearin'. under the table."
he looked down and your bare feet were dangling over his thigh, your gold heels kicked somewhere beneath the velvet couch.
"those?"
"those." you kissed his neck again, slower this time. "please, baby."
he exhaled as he muttered, "you tryna kill me,"
"no." you kissed his jaw. "just tryna go home."
he stood up with you wrapped around him like a koala. your legs hooked around his waist, your arms looped around his neck, and your face buried in the crook of his shoulder. he bent down one handed and scooped your heels off the floor, dangling them from his fingers.
"got 'em," he said.
"you're the best," you mumbled into his neck.
"i know."
your girls called out goodbyes as he carried you toward the elevator and shouting "text me when you get home!" you lifted one hand in a lazy wave, your ring catching the light one last time.
the elevator doors closed, muffling the music, and suddenly it was just the two of you.
"you had fun?" he asked, shifting you higher on his hip.
"the most fun." you kissed his neck again, right below his ear, where his cologne was strongest. "thank you for this."
"didn't do nothin'."
"you rented out a whole club."
"that's just money." the elevator dinged as the doors opened to the parking garage. "you happy. that's what matters."
the cool night air hit you the second he stepped outside. ony’s driver had the blacked out suv waiting at the curb. he opened the door for you as you still held onto him, helping you get in because your legs were a unsteady from all those shots. the second the door shut behind him, the world outside disappeared.
it was just the two of you in the dim glow of the interior lights.
“come here, baby.” his voice had dropped that octave that always made you wet. he pulled you across the seat until you were straddling his lap, your dress bunching up around your thighs. his big hands slid up the backs of your legs, squeezing your ass possessively.
“fuck… you really mine now, huh?” he kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your mouth and he was tasting the candy blue shots still on your tongue. “my fiancée. my wife to be. walking around with that ring on your finger while you twerk to city girls. you know what that does to me?”
you whimpered as one of his hands slipped between your thighs, pushing your lace thong to the side. two thick fingers dragging through your already soaked folds.
“shit, you wet as hell,” he groaned, circling your clit with the pads of his fingers before pushing both digits inside you in one smooth stroke. “this pussy been waiting for me all night?”
your head fell back, a broken moan slipping out as he started pumping his fingers, curling them just right against that spot that made your toes curl. the wet sounds filled the backseat, obscene and loud.
“yes–ony… fuck–”
“that’s right. say my name, baby. my pretty baby.” he sucked on your neck, adding a third finger and stretching you open while his thumb worked your clit. “you’re gonna be my wife. carrying my last name. walking around with my ring and my baby in you one day. and you still out here acting like the baddest in the club. you know how proud that shit makes me?”
your hips rolled down onto his hand, chasing the pleasure as it built fast and hot. the driver was separated by the partition, but you didn’t even care if he could hear you moaning like a slut for your man.
ony pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. he smirked, bringing them to his mouth to taste you while he used his other hand to free himself from his pants. his dick was hard, thick, and leaking for you.
“turn around for me. hands on the seat.”
you obeyed, facing the front, knees on the leather as he pushed your dress up over your ass. he didn’t even pull your thong all the way off, just yanked it to the side again before lining himself up and sinking into you in one long thrust.
“fuuuck, baby,” he groaned, gripping your hips tight. “so tight and wet. this my pussy, right?”
“yes- yours,” you gasped, pushing back on him.
he started fucking you deep, one hand sliding up your back to grab the gold chain like a leash while the other reached around to rub your clit. the car rocked with every thrust, the windows already fogging up.
“look at you,” he praised, voice strained with pleasure. “my fiancée taking this dick so good in the backseat like a nasty little slut. after all them shots and dancing… still creaming all over me. that’s why i’m marrying you. you perfect for me.”
your orgasm hit you hard as your vision blurred. your thighs shaking and moaning his name loud enough that your throat went raw. ony fucked you through it, then pulled out and flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide before sliding back in.
he leaned down, forehead against yours, eyes locked on you as he stroked deep and slow.
“i love you,” he breathed between thrusts. “my beautiful baby. my wife. gonna give you everything. this dick. this ring. my last name. everything.”
you came again with his name on your lips, nails digging into his back. ony followed right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled you up, hips stuttering against yours.
he stayed inside you for a long moment, kissing you soft and lazy, thumb stroking the diamond on your finger again.
“best birthday ever?” he asked, smiling against your mouth.
you laughed breathlessly, still pulsing around him. “best birthday ever.”
Warnings: adultery, angst, gaslighting, revenge (on cheater), smut, neighbors to lovers, partners in revenge to lovers and other things.
"Cause clearly you don't give a fuck, so I don't give one either.." cardi b–
You were sitting at kitchen island when the door slammed open, nearly dropping your mug of jasmine tea, you quickly turn your phone off Before Simon sped into the room, smiling from ear to ear. "Baby! Baby, I have great news."
Watching him throw his dark suit jacket over chair, you Let out a exasperated sigh and sat your cup down on the counter. "What. You're getting another raise?"
"No. but good guess," He puts his messager bag down and turned to you, "Remember that country club I've been trying to get into? Monte Vista Point." You nod, sipping again, holding back the want to scream that you didn't care. "Well," he drums on the countertop, unable to stop smiling. "I got in! I actually got in, isn't that great?"
You nodded, smiling softly. "That's great. I'm happy for you."
"Thanks. Tomorrow you and I will go there and–"
You snapped your head towards him, "We?"
"Uh, Yes." He stammers, knowing what's about to happen. "And before you say anything else, allow me to explain–"
You leaned forward, resting your arms on the countertop before pinching the bridge of your nose, annoyed. "Simon, you know I don't want to be in it. I've told you that so many times."
"I know–"
"So why are you still trying to get me in it?"
Simon presses his lips together, clenching his jaw, he takes a deep breath, "Listen, babe." He says, rubbing your shoulders. "I know, you don't want to go but it's just to let them know us, imagine, you could sit by the pool and enjoy the view while I golf with the guys, come on.." he rubbed your shoulder, talking sweetly. "Please?"
You withheld the urge to roll your eyes at the thought of his friends. They were all rude, irritating, and pretentious. You felt your blood pressure rising at memory of a past dinner. you made sure to leave server an extremely well tip with a note, 'I'm sorry for his shitty behavior, I hate him too.' Also, Your husband had the tendency to act like them.
Simon has always been desperate, He watches them and matches how they are, he became more arrogant, his greed kicks into overdrive. spending an outlandish amount of money on things he doesn't like, just so he can keep up.
It's ridiculous and pathetic, But.. you could use that to your advanced.
"Come on, baby. Just one visit.."
'If I join the country with him, I could have an even better chance at executing my plan. i can't agree so soon, I'll give him an inch.'
You sigh, looking at him tiredly. "Tomorrow, you said?" He nods, holding his hands together. Thinking about it, You rubbed your temples, pretending to give in. "Then Fine, I guess."
"Yes! Thanks babe," He says, kissing the crown of your hair, Believing that you took the bait. "You're the best." You hum, agreeing with him. Simon's leaves the room.
"You're right, I am the best." Your smile behind your mug as he leave the kitchen, preparing for the next day.
"And so After years of trying, i finally got in.. isn't that great?" Simon says happily, gazing the building woth his hands on his hips. Pride oozing out of him. The younger man nodded awkwardly, glancing at you for help. "Simon," You say, pulling your purse on your shoulder. "Stop bothering the man and Give him your keys."
"Oh, right. Here." Your husband threw his keys the valet and walked toward the entrance, leaving you behind. Rolling Your eyes, you apologize to the man before following Simon, inside, The walls were Nice sea foam green. It was quite elegant, can you could see why he's been trying to get in, the place was beautiful.
"Did you need any help ma'am?"
Startled, you turn around, and took in a sharp breath. You recognize her short blonde hair and accent. Anger began to grow within as you stared at her.
It's her, the women in the video is standing in front of you, wearing a nice dress and Asking if you're need something. 'Son of a bitch'
Straightening your back, you gritted your teeth and put on a smile. "I do, actually. My husband and I are the new members. We're suppose to meet with the manager."
She grins, coming closer towards you. "Well, luckily for you. My husband and i are the managers. We'll be happy to show you two around."
"Wonderful."
"Honey? Oh, there you–Lindsey?" Simon stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widened for a brief moment when he saw the two of you standing there. heart pounding, Simon could sweat building on his palm. Seeing his fear stricken face, made you smile. "Oh. You two know each other?" You ask.
Simon shook his head a bit too quick for your liking, he comes over, now awkwardly standing beside you. "I just remembered her from name from my email, nice to meet you."
'Likewise." She replies.
You turn to Simon, pulling your purse back on. "I'm going to look around for a bit," You say, smiling. "I think we'll enjoy our time here. It was nice to meet you, Lindsey.."
"Martín, Lindsey Martín."
"Good to know." You nodded and Kissed Simon on his cheek before walking away. Waiting until you left, Simon whips around to Lindsey, mortified. "Why the hell are you here?!" He asks in a hushed tone. Lindsey scoffs, crossing her arms. "I work here as a co-manager."
"Co-manger?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "Of course, you'd be a manager here. Just what we need; my wife finding out about us."
"Shh!" Lindsey hushes him, looking around before continuing. "Keep your voice down. We're still in the clear, Darling... as long we stay quiet, my husband and your wife will never know. It's our, little secret."
"Our little secret.." A soft chuckle left him as he heard her words. A special, dirty little secret. A prickle of waves over him the more he thought of about it. Yeah, he liked how that sounds. nodding, he grins. "Now That, I don't mind.."
The next day, you silently stroll into the country club while Simon was at work, looking for Her. You tried to hold back, to breathe and stick to the plan. But the thought of Simon and Lindsey, meeting in private made you sick. With your mind racing, you made the walk towards her office.
Finally getting to the door, you stood outside, staring at it. 'It's just a talk' You thought to yourself. wiping your clammy hands on your pants, you took in a shaky breath and opened the door. Immediately, your eyebrows furrow.
"Oh, you're a man."
"Yes...?" The man looks up at you, nodding slowly. "Do you need any help, ma'am?"
"Yes, I do." You quickly enter the office, shutting the door behind you. You went over towards his desk and took a seat. Resting your handbag in your lap, you subconsciously toyed with its zipper. This.. wasn't how it was suppose to go, you were going to blackm–Uh, firmly encourage your way to her. "So, what is your name?"
"Oh, my apologies" he holds his hand out, preparing for a handshake.
"My name is Joshua Martín." Your face briefly twists in confusion before staring from his hand to his face, "You're related to Lindsey?" He nods and smiles. "Yes. She's my wife."
'Holy crap!'
This is insane. Has the universe given you an unexpected gift? Or was it another problem? Whatever it was, you were happy to take it. The corners of your mouth turned up, nodding. Introducing yourself to him, You gently took his hand in yours. Shaking it.
'Am i going to be the one to tell him what's been happening?'
"Are you alright? Ma'am." You looked back him, nodding. Your eyes flicker to his dark hair before going towards the wall behind him.
'Damnit. I have to tell him, it wouldn't be right to not to. Okay, stop thinking it and just tell him.'
"Hey... so, uh, i have something to tell and.. show you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, hold on." You got up from the chair and walked toward the door, clicking its lock shut. Your heart pounds in your ear as you came back to the desk. "Now, just to warn you. You're not going to like what I'm going to say, but.." nervously, you glance at him and took your phone from your pocket. "Josh.. your wife has been sleeping with my husband." You admitted, keeping your gaze to the floor.
There's a beat.
He stares and blinks before laughing in disbelief. This woman is crazy, an deeply insane woman has entered his office and lied to his face, it was ridiculous that he couldn't help but to laugh at her. "Ma'am, i like to ask you to leave."
"You don't believe me. I understand, i wouldn't believe me either–"
"Mrs. Weston, I'm going to have to ask you to leave–" You rolled your eyes and played the video. Joshua gently took the phone from you, watching the video in complete silence. He presses his lips together, when the video ended, he sat your phone onto the desk, face down.
"Joshua?"
Peering up, you quickly noticed how effected he was. Joshua's body was tense, his was jaw clenched. His fingers tap on his desk. You slowly took a step back, unsure of what he's going to do next. He takes a deep breath and stood from his seat, you watch him Strom towards the door. Panicked, you ran and blocked it.
"Mrs. Weston, I need to speak to my wife and your husband."
You shook your head, glaring at him. "Absolutely not. You'll harm him, I cannot, have him harmed."
"Why not, huh?! You forgave him already? You kind husband." He mocks, pacing. "You've forgiven him for fucking my wife!?"
"Keep your voice down! I'm not the kind woman to forgive cheating. And You know nothing about me. Listen, I warned him, when we got married to not hurt me because he'll regret it, I need your help—"
"What does that have to with me–oh shit."
Joshua's eyes widens when you grabbed him by his shirt. His feet easily followed you as You pull him back back to his chair, pushing him down in it, he looks up at you as you stood above him. The calm fury in you face and the way you were staring down at him, as much as he was ashamed it, he couldn't deny that he.. kind of likes it.
"I'm going to finish what i was saying. Now, until you interrupted me. I was saying that you harming him won't be any good, he needs to taught a lesson. Luckily, i have a plan."
"Like what?"
"Would you like to form an alliance with me to torment our partners?" He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "No! That's insane, Why can't we confront them?!"
"You don't get, do you?" You laugh, fixing your bracelets." Joshua, honey, that's too easy. They have hooking up with each other for who knows how long. your wife is on camera taking my husband dick, What i just showed you.. wasn't a one and done thing. We. need. A. Plan."
You leaned in towards his ear, Joshua's eyes subconsciously drop to opening of your top before widening and staring at the wall. With his brows set in a hard furrow, His hands grips the arms of the chair. 'Your wife has been cheating on you and you take a peek down this woman shirt? What is wrong with you?'
"You and I want the same thing and we have an advantage here, they think we don't know what they do. So, I will ask again; Would you like to form an alliance with me?" You whispered, softly in his ear.
Joshua says nothing, suppressing his shudder. Thankfully, you didn't catch it. getting one of his cards, you wrote your number on it and sild it in his suit jacket with a small smile.
"Calk me When You change your mind... or just want to talk. Have a good day." You leave with a slight switch in your hips, shutting the door.
Joshua sighed, relaxing his body from your presence. With Everything replaying in his head, He stares at the ceiling. "Fuck."
You sat on your side of the bed, anxiously toying with the end of your satin nightgown. It had been hours since your meeting with Joshua, is he going to call? Were you going to this yourself? You know can go through with this plan. Without a doubt.
As you stewed in your thoughts. Simon, your husband, pokes his head in the room. "Hey Babe, I'm going to sleep in the guestroom tonight. Feeling a stomach bug coming on."
"Aww, alright. I hope you feel better, Goodnight."
"Goodnight." You blew Simon a kiss before he walked down the hall. Your lips curl into a soft snarl after hearing his door close.
You crawl into bed and got under the covers. Hearing your phone chime, you open it and read the message.
Warnings: adultery, angst, light gaslighting, revenge (on cheater), smut, neighbors to lovers, and others things
"Cause clearly you don't give a fuck, so I don't give one either.." cardi b–
"Babe, I'm back!" You call out to your husband, Tossing your keys aside, You drop the shopping bags drop to the floor, "Honey?" you furrow your eyebrows after hearing nothing, It wasn't like your husband to not be home at this time but then again; it was Saturday and usually he golfs today.
You shrug, heading toward the kitchen. Inside of the house was quiet lavish. From the granite countertops and all-silver appliances that he insisted on getting to its high ceilings and white cabinets, it was modern, colorless, and boring. You took out pitcher and poured some ice tea in a glass before sipping in silence. A smile spreads across your lips.
It's nice, that moment of alone time before he came back to the house. A soft 'oh' leaves your lips as you dug your phone from your purse, see, You often wondered what he does when you're not home, so you installed a camera. Was unhealthy to have a live feed on your husband? Was it slightly unhinged and out-of-pocket? Sure. Do you feel any regret for doing so? Nah, not at all. you open the app and went through the footage and started the video, giddy as one can be.
'Let's see, what is is that he does when I'm gone? Is talking business with his–'
"Oh fuck," He groans, breathlessly. He leans forward and presses a kiss on her bare shoulder, "Come on, i know you can take more... just like that."
"Mhm.. harder, Henry. Harder!"
Gripping her hips, Henry took her with more force. The sound of skin slapping together became louder as his thrusts became more desperate, "Fuck, you're gorgeous.."
What. The. Fuck.
Fuming. Your grip around the phone tightens, the tears began to burn your eyes while watching. You should've just looked away, you need to look away but you couldn't help it. Thoughts were flying through your head a thousand miles per hour. How long has he been doing this? Was he been cheating before I added the camera?
Sighing, you downloaded the video to your phone and sat it face down on the table before stepping back; trying to catch your breath. So that's why he hasn't been going out with me, or taking me to dinner. There was someone else. How could he? After five years of being the best partner, the best wife and this is you get, pain and heartache?
A sudden weight pushed your chest in as your lungs felt shorter, nausea sets in. You stumble into the living room and fell onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. "How–How could he do this to me?" You laugh in disbelief, Ears flaring with heat as humiliation builds. "After all I've done for him?"
Was everything a lie? All the late night talks, the dates, and the vows meant nothing. Nothing ever mattered to him, huh? Was it all perfect illusion for others and myself.
Unable to contain yourself, the floodgates opened. A loud, heartbroken waill left your lips as your body trembles with sobs. Tears flowing uncontrollably while you froze in place. After awhile. The living room seem to have dimmed, you weren't exactly sure how long you've sat there crying but a glimpse of the window told you that its been long enough. Gulping thickly, you wipe your eyes and took a deep breath before furrowing your brows.
'This simply will not stand, oh no.'
You Lift your head up and unclenched your fists. "That asshole," pacing in front of the sofa, rage pours over you in waves as your voice grew louder. "How dare he do this to me!?" You stormed out of the room, up the hallway to his office, the room was pristine. Books were lined against the wall in deep mahogany shelf. his plush white and silver rolling chair sat across from it behind a sleek glass desk,
that pointed toward the door. Facing it perfectly. It seems every was just Perfect for him. You went towards his desk, sat in his chair and powered on the computer.
Enter password. You narrow your eyes before typing in your birthday. Incorrect. "Of course..." rolling your eyes before entering his mom's birthday. You were met with the same Incorrect message, leaning back, you think. Who else..Suddenly, you sit up, straightening your back as You entered his father's date of birth and signed, "Please, work." You hit 'enter' and was given the home screen and files.
Smirking, you took your attention to his emails, scanning through them, you discovered than you expect. Frankly, you couldn't understand how dumb and desperate he truly was, all of the evidence of his infidelity was there, the flirty messages between them and graphic photos on his part. You quickly copied them for later. Once you were done with that; you sped past all the work ones, "Where it is.." you stop mid scroll, clicking on the email. "Oh?"
Dear mr. Weston.
Thank you for your interest in joining Monte Vista Point. We appreciate the time you took to submit an application and share.
The selection process was quite competitive this year, and unfortunately, we not are able to invite you to join this club this cycle.
Please feel free to apply again.
With best regards, Joshua Martín.
You remember the name, your husband used to complain about not getting in. You would quietly listen to him talk to his friends, who were in the country club. You were pleased to him with the same email as before. You kicked your legs on the desk, leaning back in the chair. Satisfied with the plan brewing in your beautiful, marvelous mind of yours. A giggle of euphoric mischievousness bubbles out your mouth.
jabber doesn’t even try to pretend he wants a “nice” girlfriend because he figured out real quick that nice isn’t what keeps his attention.
nice would’ve apologized to that cashier, smiled a little, or maybe even laughed it off. you didn’t do any of that and somehow that was exactly what had him standing there fighting a grin.
the line was dragging at the register, the cashier stumbling over his words, dropping coins, and starting sentences he couldn’t finish. jabber was already halfway tuned out, just waiting for the bag so he could leave, but you shifted next to him and that’s what pulled his focus back.
your nails tapped once against the counter, your weight settling into your hip, and your brows lifted just slightly as you watched the whole thing unfold like you were already bored of it before it even finished happening.
“can you just give me the receipt,” you said, tone flat and just done waiting.
the cashier nodded fast while apologizing under his breath and trying to move quicker. you exhaled through your nose as you looked off to the side like the situation wasn’t even worth your energy.
jabber should’ve stepped in and smoothed it over but instead he found himself watching you more than anything else, noticing the way you didn’t fidget or perform patience for anyone’s comfort.
the second the bag hit the counter, you let jabber grab it and turned like the moment was already over in your head.
“why he acting like that,” you muttered as soon as you were walking away, not bothering to lower your voice.
jabber let out a quiet laugh and fell into step beside you while shaking his head, already used to the way you moved through the world without censoring yourself for it.
“you don’t be giving people no patience,” he said, still amused.
“they need to act normal then,” you replied, already pulling your phone out to check yourself in the reflection, fixing your gloss like nothing had just happened.
that was the part that got him because you didn’t soften it afterward or think twice about it. you just said what you meant and kept moving like it was simple fact.
jabber glanced at you with a grin he couldn’t really hide. “you mean as hell.”
you looked at him like that was obvious information. “then leave me alone.”
“can’t do that,” he said easily while catching your wrist before you could walk ahead of him and pulling you back just enough to keep you close without making a scene. “i like it.”
you sucked your teeth but didn’t pull away, letting him guide you forward like it wasn’t even a discussion.
most people only see the attitude, the eye rolls, the quick “move” when he’s in your space, or the “shut up” when he’s talking too much but jabber pays attention to everything that slips in between those moments.
like how your hand finds his in a crowd without you thinking about it or how you’ll stop mid step, look him over, and fix something on him like it’s your responsibility without ever announcing it.
“why you got this on like that,” you muttered one time, already straightening his collar while he stood there letting you do it. “stand still.”
“it was fine,” he said, even though he didn’t move at all.
“it wasn’t,” you replied while smoothing it down properly before stepping back to look at him again. “there.”
no compliment came with it but he understood it anyway because you didn’t miss things when it came to him.
and he learned quickly that you expected the same attention back, even if you never said it gently.
the first time he noticed something off in your appearance and didn’t fix it, you caught him looking before he could decide what to do.
“what,” you said, already suspicious and raising your arched brow.
“nothing,” he answered, thinking he could leave it alone.
“fix it,” you told him immediately, like it was obvious that was the only correct option.
now he doesn’t hesitate when it comes to you, because his hands are already in your hair whenever he notices something out of place, careful while you stand there acting like you’re annoyed about it even when you’re not moving away.
“hold still,” he murmurs.
“i am still,” you snap back automatically even though you lean into his touch just slightly like your body disagrees with your mouth.
and he notices every time.
same way he notices how you’ll be on the phone, voice sharp and irritated, arguing with somebody like you’ve got all the time in the world to be upset, pacing a little as you talk through it.
“because that’s not what i said,” you’re saying, clearly annoyed now.
jabber is sitting nearby watching you and when you pass him mid sentence, you don’t even pause, you just lean down and press a quick kiss to his lips.
“…no, listen to me,” you continue, already walking away like nothing happened.
jabber just laughs quietly under his breath, shaking his head because that’s your version of affection. it’s quick and unannounced like it barely exists, even though it lands every time.
even when you’re in a mood, when your tone is sharp and your patience is gone, you still don’t actually push him away in the way your words suggest.
“get out my face,” you mutter, barely looking at him.
jabber steps closer anyway as his hands settle at your waist like he already knows better than to take that seriously.
you don’t move his hands, not even a little, and instead you shift just enough to stay comfortable while still pretending you don’t want him there.
“why you always under me?” you complain.
“because you like me right here,” he answers like it’s already decided.
you roll your eyes but your fingers hook into his shirt for a second before you let go, like your actions answered faster than your pride did.
jabber notices all of it, the attitude and everything underneath it, the way you’ll talk to him crazy but still fix him, still reach for him, still let him touch you like that space belongs to him no matter what.
like today, the air is still thick with sex and humidity while your bodies pressed together on the couch.
jabber’s weight is a comfortable anchor as his softening cock still nestled inside you as you trace idle patterns on the damp skin of his back, your own heartbeat slowing to a steady thump.
then three sharp knocks bang on the door.
“the hell?” he mutters, voice gravelly with tiredness.
bzzzzzzz.
someone is leaning on the damn doorbell now as a relentless buzz slices through the post sex haze like a razor.
“fuck,” you breathe, the word all annoyance.
jabber is already moving, pulling out of you with a wet sound that makes you clench involuntarily. the sudden emptiness is a shock as a cool draft hits your clenching hole.
he’s off the couch in one fluid motion, grabbing his boxers from the floor and stepping into them. “don’t move,” he says but it’s not a command, it’s a plea from knowing how upset you got last time you were interrupted.
so you don’t. you lie there, naked and exposed, listening as the knocking continues. the buzzer stops, replaced by a voice. “jabber? you in there, man? your car’s outside.”
you know that voice. his cousin. the one who never calls first.
a hot anger blooms in your chest, right beside the aching need that hasn’t fully subsided. you were right there….and now this?
jabber is pulling his jeans up while zipping them. he doesn’t bother with a shirt. he shoots you a look of apology and annoyance in his dark eyes. “two minutes,” he mouths.
you just stare back, your expression flat. he better make this two minutes.
he runs a hand over his locs, takes a deep breath to compose his face, and heads for the door. you slide off the couch, your legs wobbly as you find your leggings and shirt in a heap by the wall. the cotton of your shirt feels abrasive against your tender nipples and the leggings like a constraint.
you’re dressed in seconds but it feels uncomfortable. your skin is still flushed, your core still throbbing with a low pulse, and you can feel the evidence of him trickling down your inner thigh.
you hear the door open and muffled voices. his cousin’s loud laughing and jabber’s lower replies. something about a car part, about leaving a tool here yesterday.
you lean against the wall just inside the living room, arms crossed, and listening. every second is sandpaper on your nerves as your earlier satisfaction has curdled into hunger.
you hear jabber trying to wrap it up. “yeah, i got it, i’ll look. i’ll hit you later.”
“you good, man? you sound out of breath.” his cousin’s voice is tinged with stupid curiosity.
you close your eyes while exhaling slowly through your nose.
JUST LEAVE.
“i’m good. just… busy. i’ll call you.” jabber’s tone has a finality to it.
finally, the sound of the door closing then his footsteps coming back down the hall. he appears in the doorway, shirtless, and his jeans slung low on his hips. his expression is a mix of irritation and relief. “cousin,” he says, as if that explains everything.
you don’t say anything, you just push off the wall and walk toward him. he watches you approach in silence as his eyes follow you. “he’s gone. sorry about that, ma.”
you stop right in front of him, so close you can feel the heat radiating from his skin, smell the sex and sweat on him. you look up at him with a steady gaze.
“i don’t care,” you say, your voice now low and sultry. “that shit woke me up.”
a flicker of confusion crosses his face. “woke you up?”
you don’t explain as your hands come up, and you shove at his chest, not hard enough to move him, but enough to make your point. “you didn’t finish.”
his confusion melts into understanding, then into a slow smile. “i thought i did.”
“you didn’t.” your palms flatten against his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your touch. “you got me all… started. then you stopped.” you lean in, your lips almost brushing his. “i’m still started, boo.”
he groans, a rough sound in his throat as his hands come up to cradle your face but you catch his wrists, stopping him.
“no,” you say, the word a soft crack. you release his wrists and take a step back, your eyes raking over him. “that shit at the door pissed me off. now i’m pissed off and i’m wet. and it’s your fault.”
his smile vanishes as it’s replaced by a look of hunger. this is literally what he craves, your dominance being directed towards him.
“so fix it,” you tell him, your tone leaving no room for argument.
“how?” he asks, though he already knows.
you reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open as you drag the zipper down and you don’t break eye contact. “you take all my… annoyance…” you push his jeans and boxers down over his hips in one rough motion, freeing his cock, which is already hard again, “…and you fuck it out of me.”
“right here?” his voice is gravel.
“duh,” you turn while bracing your hands against the wall next to the doorway. you don’t look back, you just push your leggings and panties down to your knees, presenting yourself to him. the cool air kisses your exposed skin, a contrast to the heat pooling between your legs. you’re still slick from before, swollen and aching. “and don’t take your time.”
you hear his sharp intake of breath then his hands are gripping the backs of your thighs, spreading you wider. he aligns himself, the broad head of his cock nudging against your hole as he thrusts into you in one long stroke.
a moan is ripped from your throat that is part pain and part relief. he fills you completely and stretches you to an edge. the force of it slams your chest against the wall as it knocks the air from your lungs.
“that what you want?” he growls into your ear, his body against your back, and his hands now digging into your hips. he doesn’t wait for an answer as he pulls back and thrusts in again, just as deep.
“mmm…y-yes,” you hiss, the words mangled.
he sets a punishing rhythm from the first moment, each thrust a jolt that travels from your core to your teeth as the wall is cool against your cheek and forearms.
his grip on your hips is iron, holding you in place so you can’t move, can’t do anything but take it, and that’s the point. you wanted the annoyance fucked out of you and he is just following your orders.
“you feel that?” he grunts, his pace relentless. “that’s for being so damn mean.”
you sob out a laugh that turns into a moan as he angles deeper, hitting a spot that makes your vision flash white. “i’m not–ah!–mean,” you gasp. “i’m just….right.”
he slams into you harder, a wordless rebuttal. the sounds are obscene— the wet slap of skin, his ragged breaths, and your choked off cries. you feel your own wetness coating him, dripping down your thighs, and making every thrust smoother.
one of his hands leaves your hip and slides around your front, down over your trembling belly. he goes lower, his fingers plunging into the wet friction where your bodies join, finding your clit in seconds.
you jolt, a full body seizure. “fuckkkk!”
he presses the pad of his thumb right on that swollen bud while applying a circular pressure that’s synchronized with his thrusts.
it’s too much. it’s everything.
your orgasm crashes into you without warning, back arching as much as his hold allows, and your hole clamping down on his cock in a milking pulse. you cry out a continuous sound that echoes off the hallway walls, your square frenchies scraping against the paint.
he grunts as his rhythm stutters as you convulse around him. “that’s it,” he rasps, his own control fraying. “take it. take all of it.”
he fucks you through your orgasm, chasing his own release with a guttural groan as he buries himself to the hilt and holds there. he stays buried inside you, his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, and his body trembling with the aftershocks.
slowly, he pulls out as the sticky evidence of both of you starts to slide down your inner thigh. you’re boneless, held up only by your arms braced against the wall and the solid presence of him behind you.
his hands come up, smoothing over your back, a gesture that’s almost tender compared to the fucking. he helps you straighten, pulling your leggings back up with a surprising gentleness before attending to himself.
you turn around while leaning back against the wall. your legs feel like water as you reach out to hook a finger in the waistband of his jeans and pull him closer until he’s standing between your legs.
his forehead rests against yours, giving you a gentle kiss. his hands are on your waist, thumbs brushing slow circles against the thin cotton of your shirt.
“mean as hell,” he whispers with a smile in his voice.
you hum as you push him back gently, just a step as his hands fall from your waist. you look at him, your gaze traveling from his eyes down his chest, to where his jeans are still undone, hanging low on his hips.
“move,” you say, your voice soft but clear.
he doesn’t question it as he steps back, giving you space. you walk past him, your legs still feeling a little unsteady, as you go back into the living room. to the couch where this all started, where his cousin’s interruption stole the lazy aftermath.
you turn and look at him, standing in the doorway, watching you. you don’t say anything as you pull down your leggings and sit down on the couch and lean back. you spread your legs slightly as you look at him and you wait.
he understands as he walks toward you in slow movements. he stops in front of you while looking down at your open legs, eyeing the mixture of cum flowing out of your clenching hole.
“you want something?” he asks, though he knows.
“take your pants off,” you tell him.
his smile widens as pushes his jeans and boxers down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor. he’s naked, his cock already half hard again as he sits on the couch.
“you like it when i’m mean?” you ask, your voice low.
“i love it when you’re mean,” he corrects with wanting eyes.
you move to straddle his lap as you settle onto him slowly, your knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. he watches you as his hands come up to rest on your hips, letting you lead.
“i’m gonna ride you,” you murmur, the words a promise against his mouth.
he exhales as his hands tighten on your hips but he doesn’t pull you down. he waits as you shift your weight, one hand moving down his chest until you find his cock. it’s fully hard as you guide it, positioning him to your entrance. then, with a deliberate roll of your hips you sink onto him.
you take him inside you inch by inch, feeling every vein, and every throb of his cock as he stretches you. you go slow at first, settling onto him completely, letting your body adjust. you feel him shudder beneath you, his fingers digging into your hips now.
you look down at him, your face just above his. his eyes are closed and his jaw tight. he’s savoring the feeling of you taking him, of being enveloped by your slick.
“open your eyes,” you command.
he does. his gaze is hazy as it fixes on yours.
“watch me,” you say.
and then you start to move as you rise up, slowly, dragging your slick along the length of his cock. then you sink back down with a firm pressure. your hands brace on his shoulders, your thighs working to lift and lower you.
“that’s it, pa” you breathe out while watching his face. you see the pleasure take over as his mouth slightly opens, letting out small moans. you pick up the pace as the rhythm becomes faster. your hips roll as you sink down, grinding against him at the bottom of each stroke, ensuring he’s buried as deep as possible.
you lean forward, your chest brushing against his, and your lips finding his ear. “you feel how deep you are?” you whisper, your voice rough with lust.
“mmmhh...” he groans, a wordless affirmation, as his hands slide up your back and under your shirt.
you sit back up to change the angle. you rise all the way to his tip then plunge back down with a force that makes the couch creak and his body jerk. using his body for your own pleasure, to make him feel every bit of your dominance.
his hands move from your back to your ass, gripping you, helping you now, driving you down onto him with more force each time you sink. he’s meeting your pace, thrusting up into you as you come down.
“fuck,” you gasp, the word ripped from you. your fingers start to work on your clit, the pressure perfect, just enough to tip you over the edge.
he’s watching your face, seeing the orgasm approach. “come on,” he grunts, his voice strained. “take it. take it from me.”
your body locks as your inner muscles clamp around his cock in a tight grip. you cry out a sharp sound as your head falls back in pleasure. you keep moving through it, your hips still working, grinding against him as the aftershocks ripple through you. he’s groaning beneath you, his own orgasm coming. you feel him swell inside you as his thrusts become wild.
with a final, deep thrust, he holds you there as his body trembles. you feel the hot rush of his cum, filling you from the inside. for a long minute, you just stay there, collapsed against him, his cock still inside you, both of you breathing in ragged gasps. your forehead rests against his shoulder and his hands are stroking your back, slow and soothing.
eventually, you lift yourself off him, feeling the cool air replace the heat as you separate. you sink back onto the couch beside him, your body spent, and your mind quiet.
you reach over, your hand finding his as you intertwine your fingers. “you got what you wanted?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
“of course i did.” you reply, your voice hoarse but satisfied.
he leans in, kissing your shoulder, as a he lets out a soft chuckle. “yea, you always do.”
Ditzy!reader who comes barreling down the hospital hallway when you find out Simon Riley in the hospital. Heels clicking on the floor, very literally clutching your purse slung over your shoulder, a crumpled paper between the strap and your shoulder, your phone clutched in the other hand while the nurse quickly guides you to the room.
You don’t even realize the rest of The 141 is in the waiting room as they rush you to Simons side, to flustered with worry. And the 141 is sure you must be a family member to someone else, hell, the wife of some old man who’s dying the way you’re so cutely dressed. Leg warmers and heels, a short flared Jean skirt that shows off your long legs and pretty thighs and a tight beige blouse, bangles stacked on your wrists, long nails and hair bouncing with every step. You could almost be a doll, Simon would never go for someone like that. Probably.
They don’t know much about Simons love life but grumbles, ignoring questions completely.
Ditzy!reader who immediately wants to ball your eyes out when you see the state of Simon, but squeeze your eyes shut hard, one good time before promptly listening to the run down the doctor gives you. Said he should wake up soon and the surgery to remove the bullet was successful but he had multiple other injuries. It’s now be a waiting game to see when he woke up, but Ghost is strong- Simon is strong.
You walk back to the waiting room, dazed, some sense of relief over you but still, practically standing there like a wet kitten. Your eyes scan the slightly crowded space, finding the army green immediately. Then the top of their heads: Johns classic hat, Gaz’s curly hair and Soaps weird Mohawk.
“Simon- Simon said it’d be okay.” Your words stumble out. All three men can’t help but give you a questionable look.
“He’s awake?” Soap asks.
“I- no- I mean,” and your hand reaches for that crumbled piece of paper that’s been stuck to your shoulder since you’d gotten the emergency call an hour ago. It’s withered, been in your purse and pushed to the side like a random receipt multiple times. But today is the day you finally use it. You hand Gaz, who’s sitting in the middle the paper, “But h-he- Simon said- shit, Simon said to stay calm, and it’ll be okay soon. And that you’d be close by.”
It’s not a long note, ‘Emergency’ written in Ghosts hand writing at the top, telling his ‘Little Dove’ it will sort itself out soon enough, but if not, to call Soap, Gaz and Price’s numbers immediately. Another short list of instruction for you if, God forbid, he died.
You continue, nodding as if you’re reassuring yourself, “The doctor said he should be awake soon, he’s doing well.”
Price stands, “I’m sorry love, and you are?”
You tilt your head, a little smile, as if this is common occurrence, “I’m Simon’s wife.”
Theres a look of bewilderment on Soaps face, and annoyed groans from the Gaz and Soap.
“Course the bastard never said a bloody thing.” Soap curses.
“Fuckin ass hat,” Gaz chuckles, wiping his face, “Definitely some shit Simon would do.”
You’re brown eyes are a little wide, taking them all in and giving them a warm smile that you do best, “It’s very nice to meet you, well- not like this but, still nice. Simon’s told me lots about you.”
Course he fucking did.
Price sighs, realizing exactly why Simon changed some things on his regarding his paper work, his hand reaching the top of your back to comfort you, “It’s nice t’ meet you too honey. Have a seat there, yeah? Let’s have a little chat.”
a/n: platonic meet cute. It’s been done but I wanted to try.
Your best friend calls, voice raw, and you realize he’s jerking off to you. The call spirals into a dirty, tense back-and-forth—him confessing all the nasty things he wants to do to you, you teasing between sweet and cruel, letting him see just enough to break him. He cums hard for you, then you make him listen while you play with yourself and orgasm. At the very end, you drop the sweetest bomb—and hang up, leaving him ruined, obsessed, and wanting more.
★2,827 words, old story, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), lots of dirty talk, masturbation, praise & a tiny bit of degradation, pet name/name calling (e.g, ma/mama, baby, sweetheart, honey¹, and slut¹), you're a little mean but he likes it, etc★
★18+ 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝑫𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕★
"Hello?" you call, picking up on the third ring. The room is quiet, the only light the coming from your amber lamp and the blue glow from your screen reflecting off your freshly done nails.
"H-hey," his voice scrapes out on the other end. It’s a wrecked sound—ragged, breathless, and vibrating with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.
Your brows pull tight, a slow worry already beginning to tug at your lips. "Are you okay? You sound... off."
You picture him for a second. Maybe he’s sweaty from a run, his chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. Or maybe he’s been lugging another Amazon dresser for that old lady down the block—always the good guy, always helping somebody. But as you listen to the heavy, rhythmic hitch in his breathing, you realize you’re wrong.
Right now, your best friend is laid out on his bed, the sheets a mess beneath him. His sweatpants and boxers are shoved down to his mid-thighs, his brown skin damp and glowing in the dim light of his room. His stomach is corded, muscles tightening and rippling with every long, desperate drag of his fist. His dick is a dark, heavy weight in his hand—slick, flushed, and dripping through his fingers.
He’s slowly but firmly stroking himself to the thought—and now the sweet, taunting sound—of your voice. Precum is already smeared over his knuckles, his thumb rolling lazy over his slit before pressing harder, coaxing a deep, guttural grunt from his throat.
"Mgh—nothing. Just... talk to me," he rasps, the friction of his hand audible through the speaker.
Your frown deepens, your heart is starting to race. "Why? What’s wrong, baby?"
The pet name slips out easy, unthinking. But the effect is immediate—he moans low, a broken, helpless sound, like you’d reached through the line and wrapped your hand around him yourself. He lives for when your voice turns soft like this, when you stop clowning him and get sweet. His fist moves quicker now, his hips pushing up into his palm, seeking the friction he can’t get enough of.
"I'm fine, I promise. Just keep talking. Please."
You fall quiet for a beat, leaning back against your headboard. You listen harder. You hear the wet, squelching sounds of his grip. The sharp little hitches of breath. The low, animalistic sound he makes when his fist squeezes tighter at the base.
And it clicks.
"...You’re jerking off."
Silence. Just the heavy, frantic sound of his breathing. Then a broken, self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah. M'sorry. Can’t stop. Not when it’s you."
Your breath stutters, a prickle of heat blooming low in your belly. "You’re getting off to me? On the damn phone?"
"Every time," he admits, his voice rough and needy, but with a sudden edge of raw honesty. He wants you to know. He wants you to feel the weight of it. "Think about you all the time. That mouth. Those tits. The way your ass looks in those shorts." His pace picks up, the slick, lewd sounds of his hand working his dick filling the line. "Fuck, I’d do anything to see you ride me, just once. Just to see what that look on your face is like when I’m deep inside you."
You bite your lip, your pulse kicking against your throat. "That’s disgusting. Using my voice to get your nut. You’re nasty."
He groans like you’ve just blessed him with a touch. "Yeah, I know. But you're all I think about... you’re the only thing that gets me this hard."
"That's nice, honey. But you really shouldn't think of me like that... you know we're just friends," you murmur, your own hand sliding down to rest heavy on your thigh, the silk of your shorts cool against your palm.
"Don’t say that." His tone cuts sharp now, all the nice playfulness you've come to love is gone. "I’m not your fucking friend. You call me every day. You tell me you love me. I told you from the start—I’m not your friend." His breath hitches, the wet sounds of his fist speeding up, becoming more frantic. "You let me talk to you like this. And you let me—You let me be in your life knowing how I feel about you."
Your acrylic nail drags slow across your bottom lip. "Maybe. But I can't give you what you want, and I do love you, but don't throw it in my face," you drawl, a cruel, satisfied smirk pulling at your mouth.
"It’s kinda sad. Stroking your dick to a girl you’ll never have. We'll never be together. I’ll never let you fuck me. All you get is your hand."
He chokes out a moan, his hips snapping up into his fist with a raw, mechanical rhythm. "Yeah? Then give me something else. Show me. Facetime me, ma. Please."
You hesitate, the heat pooling heavy and agonizing between your thighs. Then, you click over.
The screen flickers to life. His camera is shaking, his breath filling the dark room. Sweat beads at his temples, his face flushed a deep, beautiful bronze, his lips parted. You know that tremor in the camera—it’s the force of his fist moving fast.
"Thank you," he exhales, the word almost reverent as he takes in your appearance.
"Hi, baby. Let me see your face," you don't ask it like a question. You order it.
He obeys instantly. His face fills the screen, his jaw tight and corded, his sharp fade a bit messy from the heat and the friction.
"You look good," you compliment, but the little laugh that follows makes it sting.
"Keep talking." He’s close, you can hear the strain in his voice. "Don't stop."
"I want to see."
He blinks, his eyes glazed and dark. "What?"
"I'm not repeating myself."
He lets out a breathless, desperate laugh, knowing your patience is thin. "Take your shirt off then. Let me see what I'm working for."
You narrow your eyes at the audacity, but you reach down and tug the pajama top off anyway. Your lace bra catches the light, the fabric straining against the fullness of your breasts. You don’t cover yourself; he’s seen you in less, and you want him to see exactly what he’s missing.
"Fuck," he groans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. He flips the camera.
Your breath catches. Your mouth goes dry. His dick is a complete mess—his fist is working tight and fast, the dark, veined length of him glistening with pre-cum. White streaks of cum are already dried tacky over his thighs from previous rounds, and his stomach is flexing with every pull. His abs are glistening, his skin slick with sweat. His thumb smears a fresh bead of precum over the flushed, velvet head until it gleams, dripping onto his knuckles.
You bite your lip hard, heat twisting through your belly, your shorts already sticking damp between your thighs.
His moan rips through the line, a guttural, animal sound.
You whisper his name, your voice low, trembling, and possessive. "... I really want you in my mouth."
His head snaps back against the pillow, a broken curse ripped from his lungs. "If I had you here? I’d fuck that throat till you cried. Till you gagged around me and begged for air. I’d hold your head and make you take every fucking inch."
You hum, a low, taunting vibration. "You’re not tough enough for that."
That pulls a dark, dangerous laugh from him. His hand works faster, the veins straining down his forearm. "Say that shit again. I’d hold your face down and shove my dick so deep you’ll feel me in your chest. I’ll make you swallow every drop."
Your thighs squeeze together, wetness soaking through the crotch of your shorts. "All talk. You’d fold the second it touched my tongue."
He groans, deep and pained. "God, you drive me fucking insane." His breath stutters, then—"Take your bra off for me. Now."
You tilt your head, slow and teasing. "You want a show?"
"Take it off." His voice is rough, a plea threaded with a hard command.
You hook your fingers into the lace, slipping it down your shoulders, letting it fall. Your breasts sit full and heavy in the camera’s glow, your nipples tight and peaked in the cool air.
He chokes on his own breath. "God, look at you. Perfect. Fucking perfect."
Your fingers lift, tugging lightly at one nipple, rolling it between your fingers. "Like this, baby?"
His hand drags hard down his dick, the slick sound of it filling your ears. "Yeah—play with them for me. Pinch ‘em. Roll ‘em." His eyes roll back for a second, his mouth slack. "Fuck—I wanna cum all over those tits. Paint you, watch it drip down your stomach. You’d look so good messy with my cum."
You coo, your voice dirty and soft. "Yeah, baby? You wanna ruin me like that? Wanna cover me ‘cause I’m yours?" You pinch harder, moaning low. "Mmh, I’d let you do it however you want."
His hips jerk up into his fist, his cock flushed dark, thick, and veined. The head is shiny with slick, and your eyes stay locked on it, transfixed by the weight of him in his palm.
You whisper, almost reverent. "I can’t stop watching your hands. They're so big and veiny. So strong. You're twitching in your grip—look at you, baby. All that for me."
He groans raggedly, his fist slapping wetly down the length of his shaft. "All for you. Always for you." His voice cracks, desperate. "Squeeze 'em, touch your tits harder. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."
You squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple harder, tugging it until you gasp, your eyes locked on his fist pumping. The sound of it—wet, obscene, skin slapping skin—is the only thing in the world.
"Fuck," he grits out, his voice frayed. "I’d drag you down and smear every drop over you. I wanna fill you up."
You laugh softly, mean but sweet. "Yeah? You’d mark me up? Cover me so everybody knows this pussy’s yours? Even though you’ll never get to fuck it?"
He groans, almost breaking under the weight of the tease. "Stop—don’t say that. I’d fuck you stupid, ma. I’d split you open. Make you cry for me."
You hum, stroking your breast with slow, deliberate circles. "I bet you would. But right now? All you’ve got is your hand. And me watching."
His grip tightens, his strokes becoming rough and fast. His stomach flexes, his breath tearing ragged from his chest. You lean close to the screen, your voice low and syrup-thick.
"Cum for me, baby."
He moans, a high, guttural sound.
"Yeah," you coax, squeeze your breast, shifting them again, "make a mess for me. Let me see you shoot it all over yourself. Come on. Show me how much you want me."
"Fuck—" His hips stutter up into his fist. Precum spills slick down his shaft, his knuckles shiny and wet.
"Begging you, sweetheart," you whisper, cruel and filthy. "Paint yourself for me. Cover that stomach, those big hands—show me what I do to you."
He chokes, his eyes squeezing shut, his jaw locked tight as his body begins to coil for the release. "M’close—oh fuck, I’m gonna—"
"Do it," you purr, sharp and commanding. "Cum for me, baby. Now."
His whole body jerks. A shout rips from his throat, raw and primal, as thick, hot ropes of cum spill over his hand, his chest, dripping down his stomach in heavy white streaks. He pumps through the release, groaning brokenly, the cum splattering messy and hot across his skin.
You sigh, watching the way it looks against his skin, your voice turning sweet again. "That’s it. Good boy. Look at that dick, dripping for me. You made such a mess."
He’s panting, ruined, his hand still twitching around his softening length. "Fuck... fuck, I love you."
You tilt the camera, watching him still sprawled—sweat dripping, stomach streaked with cum, hand twitching.
"Mmh," you hum, soft and wicked, "look what you did, baby. Got me all wet."
His head snaps up, eyes heavy but blazing. "Show me."
You smirk, slipping your hand under the waistband of your shorts, dragging the damp fabric aside. Glossy, honey-thick strings pull as you spread yourself open, the phone angled just enough to flash him a glimpse of your soaking wet center. "See that? All for you."
He groans, his chest heaving. "Touch it for me. Play with yourself—please, ma."
Your laugh is low and cruel. "Not a chance. You already got your show."
His jaw tightens, his voice rough. "Don't play with me. You don't let me watch, I'll make you beg next time. I'll make you sorry."
You lean close to the screen, your smirk sharp and triumphant. "Try me. You don't scare me, baby. I said no."
His fist curls against his stomach, frustration pouring through the camera. "Then... at least—fuck—at least let me listen. Please. Let me hear it."
You bite your lip, dragging your fingers slow through your slickness, making yourself whimper. "You’re nasty."
"Yeah," he rasps, desperate. "For you. Only for you."
You sigh, soft and sweet, pressing two fingers against your clit until your hips twitch. "Fine. You can listen. But that’s it. Just your ears."
Your moans slip out, low and syrupy, filling the line. His breath shudders at the sound, ruined but hungry again. Your fingers circle your clit, the wet, squelching sounds of your own pleasure bleeding into the line. You bite your lip, letting a whimper slip, knowing he’s eating every sound alive.
"That’s it," he rasps, his voice still raw from cumming. "Rub that pretty pussy for me. God, I wanna be there so bad—wanna hold your thighs open and eat you till you’re crying."
Your head tips back, your breath shaky. "Mghn—You talk so nasty, baby."
"You don’t even know," he grits out. "I’d spread you out and pound that pussy till you scream. I’d fuck you till you smell like me. I'd never let you leave the bed."
A moan rips out of you, high and breathless. Your fingers circle faster, your hips rolling up off the bed as the tension coils.
"You like that?" he groans. "Knowing how bad I want you? Tell me you’ll give it up one day. Tell me I’ll get to fuck you for real."
Your laugh cuts sharp and shaky. "N-No, baby. You’ll never have me like that."
He curses, a guttural sound of frustration. "Fuck. You’re killing me, ma."
Your moans rise, sharper now, your body coiling tight. "Keep talking. Don't stop."
He obeys, his voice a low, gravelly anchor. "I’d hold your hips down. Spit in your mouth while I fuck you raw. Fill you up and make you go for hours."
That does it—your back arches, your thighs clenching tight as your orgasm rips through you. A sharp cry tears from your throat, your fingers working frantically over your clit as waves of pleasure slam through your body. You gasp his name, shuddering and trembling, your juices dripping messy against your hand.
He groans raggedly, listening to the sound of your break like it’s gospel. "That’s it—fuck, that’s it. Cum for me. Good girl. Good fucking girl."
You collapse back, chest heaving, sweat dampening your skin. You let out a low, satisfied hum. "Oh, shit... see what you did? You made me cum, handsome."
His breath hitches on the other end, broken and reverent. "...I’d do anything to see that."
Your breathing slows, your chest still rising and falling heavy. Your fingers slip from your soaked folds, leaving a wet sheen on your thighs. The line is quiet except for the sound of you both catching your breath.
He’s the first to break it, his voice ragged. "Man... I swear, one day—"
You cut him off with a sweet, dismissive little laugh, curling back into your pillow and pulling the covers up. "Shh. Don’t start again."
The silence stretches, thick and heavy with the things he wants to say. You can feel the ache in his voice, how close he is to spilling confessions you aren't ready to hear. So you give him something else. Something cruel, but honest.
"Thank you," you murmur, soft and sweet. Almost tender. "I love you so much, baby."
The phone goes quiet. You can picture him—eyes wide, lips parted, his heart clenching around those words. You know exactly what you’ve done to him.
You smile to yourself, curling the blanket over your bare chest. "Good night."
And you hang up before he can even find his voice to answer.
Honey Dew | 18+ mdni, heavy fauxcest, dad bf!Simon, lite smut lol, age gap (25 yo reader, 38 yo Simon), used of (Dad, pa)
Simon who doesn’t hesitate to introduce you as his daughter to the rest of the 141 with his deathly serious face and tone the other three men can’t help but believe it. He’s pretty private about his life but he’s mentioned you to the guys once or twice. A simple, “Tha kids at home. She’s good ‘nd smart.” John didn’t see any changes on his paper work but isn’t the least but shocked he’s kept something like this. Gaz can’t help but think how you’d be just like Ghost and it makes him laugh. And Soaps gotten a quick glance of a picture that resides in Ghosts wallet—
Your head resting in the palm of your hand, in a shirt that’s just barely touching your thighs, curls covering your face— it’s- it’s a bit much to have as the picture to remember your daughter. But he ignores it, maybe Soap is overthinking it. The random day Ghost brings the 141 to meet you, you’re on your way out the house while they’re going in. You greet him with that pretty smile he likes so much, polite handshakes and jokes all around.
“ ‘Nd where are you goin?” Simon pulls at the loop in your jeans that are all too familiar, too large on your body and hanging on your curves, the bottom of them rolled up to your ankles. The way you look makes Simon curse under his breath, veins popping out of his arms.
“Tutoring Session with a couple of my friends students, I told you right?” You adjust your bag on your shoulder, looking up at him coyly.
You didn’t, but if Simon asked you not to go, as your Dad, he’d be the bad guy. Greedy with his baby when she tries to do good. He lets the hook of your jeans go. Looking you up and down before rustling the curls on your head. You giggle while swatting his hands away, waving the 141 goodbye.
“She’s a good kid, works hard.” John nods.
Simon feels the end of his lips curve upward under his balaclava, “Course she is, she’s mine.”
And let’s say a few hours go by, too long for you to just be out tutoring, the rest of the 141 have gone to sleep, but Simon is there waiting for you. Of course he is, your hushed voices filling the kitchen. You roll your eyes, “I’m an adult, no? I didn’t really know my friend would take us out for a drink after. And he paid too it was nice.”
“He?”
“Yeah, he, with the rest of our friends.” You repeat.
“It’s the fact you went out in those is my problem lovie.” Simons staring again, brown eyes following you move from the fridge to the sink, your shirt rising when you raise your arms as it exposes your stomach, your hips switching unconsciously with every step. That you’re so nonchalantly wearing his jeans like you own them. You turn, leaning against the counter.
“What pa, you jealous?” You ask, gold hoop in your pierced ears hitting your shoulder as you tilt your head to look at him. You bite your lip at the silence, eyes dancing all over his big build.
Simon scuffs, not even bothering to look you in the eyes while he drags you close by the loop in his jeans you’re wearing, large hand sliding down to your ass and squeezing it.
“If I admit that I am,” he bends his face down closer to meet yours, his lips brushing against your plump ones, “What ‘re you gonna do f’ me dove?”
Your hearts pounding, pecking his lips once, your eyes getting lost in his, you ask softly, “What’dyou want me t’ do for you Pa?”
Even with all the exhaustion of work, the 141 aren’t deep sleepers. It only takes a few rustles from outside their rooms, a few creaking floor boards— a muffled moan in the bathroom that makes Gaz get up first. Eyes connecting with Soap from across the hallway once they both open their doors.
“Fuck, you hear that mate?” Gaz whisper yells, confused.
Then there’s another rustle, another muffled moan from the bathroom.
Soap smirks, “Aye, Can’t believe the lass ‘as brought a guy over while her Dad ‘nd his friends ‘er home. Fuckin mental.”
Gaz nods towards the door, “should go scare the bloke off then, Simon would hate t’ hear about this.”
The fucker himself, Simon fucking Riley, on his knees right behind you, bending you over the bathroom sink as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. His flat tongue sliding through your pussy lips and slurping you up clean. His jeans you wore now pooling around your ankles, knees shaking as you try to contain your keens and moans with the back of your hand. It’s sloppy, the way Simon keeps spreading your folds open, his calloused fingers brushing up to yout sensitive clit as he thrusts his tounge in your hole. Lapping everything up that drips down to your thighs and down his chinz Feeling him swirl his pink organ inside your spongey walls.
“Shit, mmmck- feels good Dad, so good!” You gasp, hands gripping on the counter.
Simons gives your ass a smack, chuckling so darkly as he gives your pussy another sloppy French kiss, “she’s such a bloody crybaby ‘nd ‘M the one doin ‘er a favor.” The older man nibbles at the flesh of your thighs, tips of his fingers grazing your pulsing clit.
“What should you say t’me dovie, hm? Let me hear you.”
You mewl in delight, feeling his tongue flick your gushing hole, “T-Thank you Daddy, god, thank you.” It seems to be the only words stuck on your lips as he fucks you with his tongue, in and out and slurping your sweet honey dew from your cunt so loudly it makes your hips shake against his mouth.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou Dad, anngh!” Your head drops down, biting your lip so hard trying to constrain yourself you’re sure you’re gonna draw blood.
A knock hits the door that makes your walls clench around Simons tongue, Soap speaks, “Don’t think yer Da would want t’ ‘ear about ye havin a man here lass.”
Then Gaz, teasing yet threatening “Both ‘f you should come out, we won’t tell on you.”
Your eyes flutter open, “Just- hngh- just one moment!”
You try to push Simon off you, eyebrows knitting together, mumbling out your cute and soft but-but-but. Yet your Dad only shushes you, brushing your hand away, “Should only be focused on me when I’m fuckin you. You thinking about them?”
You whimper out with every emotion rolling over you, embarrassment followed with foolish want for Simon, Simon, Simon, Dad, Dad, Dad, “No sir, just-“
“Then fuck my mouth honey, be good f’me.”
And he guides you through it, one hand on your waist and making you circle your hips on his mouth, shoving his face in your round globes, licking you up fast. His other hand rubbing your slippery bundle of nerves. Your grip his wrist rubbing your clit is tight, jaw slack while your hips rock against his face.
You cum, eyes rolling to your skull and letting out a filthy moan as your pussy spasms. Electricity running through your veins as you hit your peak. Simon pulls away panting, voice raspy while his hands slide up and down your thighs.
“Atta fuckin girl baby, love when you make a mess on me.”
Simon pulls his jeans up your hips, kissing your temple while you let out shudders breaths. “Go to bed kiddo.”
The door finally unlocks, heat spreading through your cheeks and almost down to your bones after your eyes meet Soap and Gaz’s who were wide eyed, eyes practically popping out of their heads when they realize who’s behind you.
The door to the guest room creaks open, revealing a sleepy John Price, eyes still shut and hair every which way, “Is everything alright?” He gruffed out.
You hum, visibly dazed from the high you just hit less than a minute ago, “Just fine sir, good night.”
You brush through the men without a care in the word, giving Gaz and Soap a obvious fucked out smile before shutting your bed door closed. Leaving the three youngest 141 members looking at each other.
Simons got that knowing look on his face, licking his lips that were glossed with your cum. He turns the bathroom light off, nodding at the two men, “Midnight snack with my kid is all guys.”
He wipes his face, walking down the hallway, crooked yet cocky grin on his face, “Goodnight.”
