more or less a moral-less individual

reed jordan. 37. boxer You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can hold all the cards But I won't back down

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stellagoodman‌:

It was like something in him changed when she revealed she finally figured out that he was high. It was like he became this whole new person who never cared about her, who was cruel and mean and that terrified Stella. How could she have never seen this side of Reed? Was it because she never really angered him to experience firsthand what her boyfriend was capable? His words caused her to visibly wince, feeling this pain shooting through her chest. The man she trusted completely was now cruel and treating her as if she was nothing. Backing up when she saw him starting to move towards her, Stella started to panic. Her eyes began to scan every part of her room for something she could grab or if she could make some sort of escape. She was stupid to have riled him up this way while she had no escape plan. How could she have forgotten that? Did she really trust Reed so much that she thought he would never hurt her even when he was high and not in control of himself? “Please,” she begged him, feeling her eyes starting to sting but Stella was still Stella and out of pride, she refused to let them fall. She stood taller, taking everything he was throwing at her and although her body trembled, Stella refused to let him see how scared she was of him. She turned her head to the side when she felt his anger as he stood closer to her, feeling some of his spit falling on her cheek. “Th-That’s not what I’m saying,” she tried to argue. The way he described the feel of being high stirred something in her and it took everything to push it down. Yes, she did miss it more than anything. At this point, Stella didn’t care that he was using, she only cared that she wasn’t around him.

She could feel the anger radiating off him, making Stella even more scared but also angry at the same time. Jumping a little when he then punched a hole in her wall, Stella knew that there was a big chance he was going to get physical with her. She knew he had a temper and Stella was not about to let herself become a victim. No, she was stronger than that and she was going to seriously hurt him if she had to. Balling her hands into fists, Stella punched his gut with all her might, pushing him when he was doubled over as she ran towards her bedroom door. Making a mistake and seeing the blood on the floor from when he punched a hole in her wall, Stella felt her stomach start to churn. Quickly calling 911, she let them know the situation before hanging up and calling her brother. “Steven?” she called, her voice trembling as she continued to cry. “Steven, please help me. R-Reed’s high.” She could hear her brother’s voice getting louder and louder, reassuring her that she was going to be fine and she needed to get out of the apartment. Doing as she was told, she started to open the locks but forgetting the second lock, the door only opening just a little bit before the chain stopped it from opening it completely. Stella could hear Reed’s footsteps, scaring her even more. “Help me, please,” she begged, closing the door again and trying to open once more.

Reed’s been in black out rages before when he was high or drunk or especially high. A black out rage where his mind went blank and he felt like he wasn’t even there. This rage that he was feeling with Stella was different. It wasn’t a black out. He was very much present and he was very much angry. It almost felt like Stella was out to make him angry, from what she was doing to what she was saying. It only fueled his rage. At this point, he didn’t register Stella as his girlfriend, but rather the reason for this sudden anger. His face felt red, his eyes were red, and all he could see was red. Reed was so focused on this that he didn’t even care for the pain or the inevitable stitches he’d need on his hand after the brutal impact against the wall. None of that mattered. All he could focus on was this need to teach Stella some sort of lesson for crossing the line. He was lifting his injured hand up, his breathing so thick and heavy that it was making the strands of her hair move. Honestly, not even Reed knew what he was capable of doing next, but it was probably for the best that she was able to aim a hit towards him. The surprise and impact of it made him stumble back, his mind working too slow to register that Stella was getting away.

Coming up from behind her, he grabbed the phone out of her hands and tossed it. All that could be heard was the thud that it did against the wall, without a doubt shattering at least the screen and making some kind of mark on her paint. Quickly, he slammed his hand on the door, putting all his strength on it so there was no possible way she could open it. His strength against hers, there was no doubt she couldn’t over take him. Reed grabbed Stella’s arm and turned her around, making sure she was looking at him. “You should have just stayed in your fucking place, Stella. You should have just continued to ignore it,” he told her, his voice menacing. “Why did you go and decide to finally be fucking smart about it, huh? You’ve been doing a good job acting stupid. You should have continued it. Now look what you’ve done.” He leaned his head closer towards her face. At this point, he had let go of her arm, not caring if she’d run away or not. He wasn’t planning on staying for much longer. He needed another hit and he needed it now. This was a terrible way to end his high and Reed was particular about that kind of thing. He never liked his high getting ruined. “You’ve ruined it, Stella. This is on you.” Clenching his jaw, he pushed her away, making his way to exit. 

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman‌:

Stella was beyond pissed off. She didn’t want to be near Reed, let alone have him touching her. She felt disgusted in herself for not seeing it sooner, though she knew deep down she did see it sooner. Stella just kept making excuses for him as she didn’t want to believe that this perfect boyfriend she had was a drug addict, even after he knew everything she’d been through. It broke her heart knowing he didn’t even have the decency to come to her sober, no, and she knew that this wasn’t the first time that Reed had come to her apartment high. The last time he did so, Stella convinced herself that her boyfriend was just drunk, as if that was any better really. “Get you,” she said angrily and glared at him before pointing to the door. “Get the fuck out of my apartment. We’re done,” she yelled. He fueled her anger even more when he called her a psycho, asking her what was wrong then saying that he wasn’t leaving. Desperate for him to leave, Stella grabbed her phone, prepared to call her brother or the cops if things got any worse. She didn’t know what Reed was like and she wasn’t going to risk it. She knew that if he decided to hurt her, there was no way she could hold her own against a boxer, especially one that could even knock out her brother. “Get out now. I’m calling the cops if you don’t get out now. You don’t fucking come to my place high out of your mind. Look at yourself. You know I can’t handle people high. Why would you do that?”

Her continuing to tell him to get out only fueled the anger that was already inside him. Reed was seeing red by now. Drugs were still in his system and considering how much and what kind he had taken before arriving to Stella’s, things weren’t looking so good for her. Maybe she didn’t remember him almost killing a guy while high and with cameras on him. Maybe she forgot what he was capable of when all the wrong buttons were pushed. In his mind, this was justified. What he was going to do was justified. Because she should know better. She should know better and he’s completely in the right. When she revealed that she knew he was high, he had to laugh. An evil sounding laugh coming out from his lips. “Took you so long. You’re either really fucking stupid or ass deep in denial.” Clenching his jaw, Reed moved closer to Stella, cornering her up against the wall and giving her no space to evade him. Getting all up into her face, he clenched his jaw and spook through gritted teeth close to her. “Why would I do that? Why would I fucking do that?” He slammed his palm against the wall, causing an echo in her place. “Don’t act all like you’re better than me. You’re not. You’re just like me. You know why I would do this. You know exactly why. The high. That adrenaline pumping through your veins. The ease in your mind. Like nothing else in the fucking world matters. You remember that, don’t you? You remember how good it felt, sticking that needle through your veins or putting that good stuff up your nose? You remember. How good it felt. That high. Like you’re floating on air. Like you’re fucking invincible.” His ragged breathing hit her skin and the rage in his eyes darkened them over. “You’re no better than me and you have the fucking audacity to tell me to get OUT?” At the end, Reed couldn’t control the anger, his fist slamming into the wall right beside her head. Knuckles bled upon impact made even worse by the large hole he had caused. His breathing was heavier, standing just how he was for a good while until blood dripped down to her floor when he pulled his hand back out. “You don’t tell me to get out. I leave. You got that? I leave.”

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman‌:

Stella was well aware of Reed’s fascination with her ass. It was always amusing and rather flattering knowing that her boyfriend was obsessed with her ass. She never met a man who was so obsessed with it. Her past boyfriends never gave a shit about her ass or really, anything about her. Then again, this was her first relationship where her significant other was not a total loser. The last time she was with someone, they’d just gotten out of rehab and was working on himself. It was a big mistake as Stella almost went down that path and started doing drugs when he had tried to convince her to get that one last high. Reed treated her far better than the men she’d been with. He made her feel wanted, feel like she was important in his life. She knew about the folder on his phone dedicated to just her ass. Stella rolled her eyes when he went on to make a comment about his dick, causing her to also shake her head. Of course he felt the need comment on his dick and the fact that she often stared at it. How could she not? Reed did wonders with his cock. Things she couldn’t even explain. “Do you need me to stroke your ego?” she asked in a teasing manner before sticking her tongue out at him. Laughing when he joked that there was no way he was going to church with her, she couldn’t help but stare at him with admiration though when he offered to help her hide a body. “Would you really help me if I did kill a man?” Stella couldn’t help but ask with an amused grin. Stella then stepped forward, closer to him. “I was actually hoping that you’d go with me to meet the realtor. I was looking at apartments and my realtor is kind of weird.”

“Well... You are very good at stroking my ego. The best. And I am a big fan of my ego being stroked.” He ignored her teasing and winked at her, giving her that smirk of his. She may be joking, but something was definitely going to be stroked later that day. Tilting his head at her question, still wondering where in the world she wanted him to go to, he nodded his head. “Fuck yeah. Can’t let my best lay go to jail, can I?” He laughed at his own joke, watching as Stella stepped closer, to which he took advantage of the shortened distance by reaching over and pulling her into his body. One hand landed on her ass and the other was on her back. Earlier, Stella had made this seem like some big deal. A part of him even worried it was serious, hence him playing it off with some jokes. But when all it was was her asking him to join her in meeting her realtor, he looked at her with confusion. It was kind of random he had to admit and he wondered if she was fucking with him. For what reason, he had no clue, but it was so random that he couldn’t help but think so. “Wait, that’s where you wanted me to go with you? The way you asked it, not gonna lie, I thought we were about to go murder someone.” He continued to look at her, eventually cracking a grin and bringing one hand up to her chin. “You got all serious. A little disappointed, but sure fuck it.” Reed kissed her, it was short but deep before he pulled away. “Why the hell are you not getting an actual house, though? Why another apartment?”

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

Stella knew how eager Reed had been to fuck her ass. He made it incredibly clear he wanted her ass and would do anything for her ass. The man even behaved himself around her brother. The way he rushed to take his clothes off, Stella couldn’t help but grin and shake her head. She was rather flattered that he was so eager to have her ass, a part of him wondered if he would even have enough time to lube himself and her. Jolting a little when she felt his cock pressing against her pussy, Stella’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, the feeling woke something in her. She felt this craving for Reed that could only be satisfied with his cock inside her. “Reed,” she whimpered when she pulled away from the kiss, her head hanging back a little from the pleasure that she was feeling. Laughing as he wasted no time lifting her up and flipping her over, practically shoving her back on the bed. Wiggling her ass a little, giving him a bit of a show, Stella lifted her head and looked up at him and smirked. She was tempting him. She wanted to make him even more desperate so that he would give it to her much harder than normal. “Fuck me then,” she challenged him, looking at her boyfriend and grinning, spreading her legs a little more so he would also get a view of her pussy. “I need it,” she whispered, her voice full of lust as she gasped at the feel of his cock pressing against her ass. Unable to control herself any longer, Stella crawled a little to reach of her bedside table and grabbing the lube. Stella then handed it to him, waiting as she stared at him with a smirk.

God Stella was so fucking hot it was a wonder that he wasn’t already fucking her. In his head he was fucking her twice over already. The way she was demanding him to fuck her. The way she was taking control in general, even tossing the lube at him as if she feared he’d forget. “Little faith in me,” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed the bottle. Popping the cap open, he squeezed a decent amount of lube on his cock, lathering it as he gave himself a few strokes. Reed then poured a little more on the ends of his fingers, leaning down towards her ass. His teeth nipped at her cheeks before he inserted his fingers between them, spreading the lubrication over her puckered hole. “Look at your ass. Waiting for me. Ready.”  He pressed his thumb a little inside, making sure to coat enough for her. Reed was larger than average and he wasn’t that stupid. He’s had plenty of anal sex to know how much lube was needed for his length to not make it painful. While he coated her hole with lube, Reed licked over Stella’s ass and bit into it. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard,” he whispered against her skin, his thumb slipping into her again, but keeping the pressure light to draw out the tension. His cocked lurched when he thought he saw a slight grinding motion in Stella’s hips. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard. Fill your tight hole with my cock. And you’re going to take it all.” His thumb pressed deeper, invading her ass. “Because you’re a slut, aren’t you? My slut, to fuck how I like. My slut to ruin.” Reed pulled his hand back and gave her ass a hard smack, leaving a red print on her cheek. Stroking himself, the head of his swollen cock pressed against her opening and it wasn’t long until he was stretching her with the girth of him. “Ah, fuck, baby,” he moaned, head falling back for a moment until he looked back down as he slid inside her. Reed had never experienced a more erotic sight. Stella with her ass up in the air, taking inch by inch of him inside of her. There was an initial resistance at first that had quickly given way. Now it felt like his cock was being sucked into her, making strings of moans fall from him. Her tightness gave him an exquisite pleasure that he could never get from fucking her pussy. This was on another level. He closed his eyes and savored it. Holding her hips with both hands, he eased his cock deeper into her until all of him was buried inside of his girlfriend. He gave her cheek another nice slap before he began to pick up the pace, fucking her just like he had fantasized over and over. “Look at you. I knew your ass was perfect to fuck.” His hands gripped her hips harder, turning her skin pink. “You like this, don’t you? You like me fucking your ass, treating you like the little slut you are.” He pushed harder, grunting and moaning as he did so.

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

The whole time this was happening to her, Stella couldn’t help but wonder how she was letting this happen and why she was. This wasn’t like her and she knew that. She’d taken every precaution in her life to make sure that drugs were never introduced to her again. She cut out all the people who did drugs, hell, she even cut out those who smoked weed. Stella took all this seriously. Yet for some reason, when she saw all the signs with Reed, she acted as if it were nothing. As if he wasn’t doing drugs and tricked herself into believing that he was just drunk. Even that wasn’t a good excuse, why would she want to be around someone who drank excessively? 

The whole time he was thrusting inside her in a rough manner that she didn’t enjoy, Stella disconnected herself from her body. It was as if she wasn’t even there and just laid there. There was no point in even trying, Reed didn’t care nor did he notice what was going on with her. Flinching when she felt him finally reach his orgasm and spill into her, Stella still laid there. Once he rolled off of her, Stella let out a loud breath, feeling as if she could finally breathe again and this heaviness was lifted from her. “Get out,” was all she said after a long pause and looking at him. Sitting up, Stella winced at the bruises that were forming on her body before quickly grabbing her shirt and slipping it on. “Get out of my fucking apartment and I never want to see you again.” She roughly wiped the tears from her eyes before finally turning to Reed and looking at him with hate and anger.

Ignorant to what was going around around him, Reed was on cloud nine. He always did believe his orgasms were better when high. Then again, he was too high to know any better. He felt good, though, and ultimately that was all that mattered to him. The boxer was generally a selfish guy to begin with, but when he was high, it really was like nothing else even existed. They were only there for his pleasure or his convenience. Unfortunately for Stella, that also included her. He laid their comfortably, shifting around on her bed with his eyes shutting, close to falling asleep. Because he could. With all the drugs in his system and the rush of the orgasm, he felt spent. Drugs made him sluggish when the high was beginning to wear off despite usually have more energy than this. Usually, he’d be able to go a few rounds in bed. Even all night. But high Reed was a different Reed. His breathing was slowing down as he prepared to drift off, unaware of Stella’s turmoil beside him.

Startled when he heard her say something and felt the bed shift with her sitting up, Reed opened his eyes and looked at her with deep confusion. “What the fuck?” he questioned, voice a little hoarse at this point. The way she was acting wasn’t like her and there was so much in his system that it was overwhelming for him to comprehend. Naturally, the only way he did know how to react was getting angry at her for being upset for whatever reason. Because of course he had no idea. “What the fuck is your problem?” he continued, acting like she was in the wrong. “We fuck and suddenly I’m being kicked out of your place? Are you fucking psycho?” It didn’t even register to him that she was crying. He was far too focused on the fact that he was being kicked out. “Seriously, what’s your issue? I’m not leaving.”

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

It was weird for Stella how much she wanted to please Reed and how much she sought after his approval. She was never like this, not with previous relationships. Stella had always been the ‘take it or leave it’ type. If the person she was with didn’t like who she was (a head strong and very stubborn and outspoken person), then they could just leave. After everything she’d been through, all the pain and all the suffering, Stella didn’t care to mold herself into whoever she was dating’s image. With Reed it was different. It was like she craved his approval of who she was and if she was thinking properly, Stella knew this would terrify her. Stella shrugged and looked at him coyly. “Only when I was fishing for a condom,” she teased and continued to eat her food. The fact that he seemed so uncaring about his money made Stella wonder how the fuck this man hadn’t been taken advantage of. He probably had been at some point, he just made more money than he knew what to do with. Glaring at him for his comment, Stella chuckled and shook her head. “You wish. I see the way you stare at my ass. You want me more than I want you.” Taking a sip of her drink, Stella then put it down and stared at him. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to go somewhere with me tonight.”

When Stella made a comment about the way Reed stared at her ass, he simply shrugged. It wasn’t as if he had anything to be ashamed of there. He’s even taken pictures of her ass when it looked particularly good in an outfit. Or sometimes when she’s naked on the bed and he woke up before her. If she were to scroll his photos on his phone, there’d be an entire album dedicated to her ass. Reed was a fan and he had no problems admitting that. “You’ve got a good ass. I admire. But don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me when I’m shirtless or the way you stare at my dick when I’m wearing pants that accentuate my big feature.” He raised an eyebrow like he had scored with his little rebuttal, smirking feeling victorious. Because really, how could she resist looking at him. Reed wasn’t blind. He knew how good looking he was and what a body he had. He didn’t work his ass off for nothing. Though, his dick was just all natural - a blessing. Finishing off what was in front of him, he drank the rest of his own drink and looked at her curiously, especially with the way she was just staring at him. “Okay. And where would that be? You make it sound serious by withholding that information. Like, are we going to church because that’s a hell no to that. Or did you murder someone and need help with the body? Because I know people.”

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

Stella rolled her eyes at the mention of her brother. She was starting to think that the man she was dating had some sort of obsession with her older brother. “Keep talking like this and I’m going to start thinking that you’re in love with Steven and you want to date him instead of me, you just don’t know how to tell him,” she teased and stuck her tongue out at him. “I’m sorry to say but my brother is happily engaged and expecting a baby with the love of his life.” Watching him patiently as he started eating, Stella sat at the edge of her chair waiting for his reaction. When he finally admitted that the food was great and amazing, Stella felt her heat leap to her throat, excitement running through her whole body. She had a wide grin on her lips as she clapped before then happily eating her own food. Her cheeks heated as he kissed her, pulling back and scrunching her nose. “I do. I really want that credit card. I heard you have a black card. I want to see what I can do maxing that out,” she joked and leaned in, taking a bite out of her food. “Now finish and eat your food. I need to go and meet with my brother. He has a few interviews and it’s my job to keep him in check. What about you? What are your plans for the day? Waiting for me to get home so we can fuck?”

Doing what he did and being who he was, Reed was used to people trying to impress him. He was used to people lining up just to try to even impress him. So he noticed the way Stella looked at him, waiting for his reaction to her food. He noticed the way she lit up when he complimented what she made. He noticed that she wanted to impress, only this wasn’t like the way other people wanted to impress him. There was something different in the way Stella looked at him - in the way she got this excited over him enjoying the breakfast. Of course, Reed wasn’t smart enough to understand what this meant nor was he one to dwell enough to figure it out. He noticed it, but he didn’t take the extra measures to understand. He noticed it and that was all. Clearing his throat and taking some more bites out of the meal, he raised an eyebrow at the brunette, his head cocking off to the side a little. “I do. And I suspect someone has been looking through my wallet to find that out,” he said, teasing her before eating some more. Once again Reed didn’t care about money. He had more than he knew what to do with. He’d give her all his credit cards if she wanted. “I have a training session and a photoshoot for some website. My manager wants me to meet with him afterwards for some events he wants me to show up for. But I see that you’re the one who has fucking me on your mind. It’s okay. I get it. It is me.”

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman‌:

Stella rolled her eyes at his joke about her being dramatic. If anything, it was Reed who was the dramatic, high maintenance one but she kept that thought to herself. His ego seemed too fragile to be able to handle the thought of knowing he was the dramatic one. His way of announcing she was his girlfriend was basically not even her choice. As unconventional as it was, Stella found it romantic the way he basically claimed her as his. It caused this girlishness inside her, the feeling of giddiness overcoming her and Stella couldn’t help but smile every time she thought about Reed calling her his girlfriend to his fans. He didn’t seem to care or mind that their relationship could come out and it made her happy knowing he was proud of her being his girlfriend. Stella scoffed and shook her head. “Your weird obsession with my brother is becoming creepy, do you want to date him instead? Is that why you’re dating me? You’re secretly imagining my brother?” she asked with a teasing grin, wrapping her arms around his neck. Nodding her head, she took his hand and started to lead him towards where the food was. Licking her lips, Stella looked with excitement before then grabbing her plate and starting to put food on her plate. “Eat up, boyfriend.”

end.

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

The whole night she had been teasing Reed about her ass, placing his hands on her ass and whispering in his ear about how much she wanted him to fuck her ass. It was fun watching him squirm, watching him become more and more desperate for her. Reed was always just so damn fun to tease as he wore his emotions on his face very easily. The man just didn’t know how to remain a neutral face. As soon as they were back in her apartment, Reed wasted no time kissing her in that way that she knew he wanted out of her. Then again, Stella already knew what he wanted long before they even reached her apartment. Groaning as she felt their bodies pressed against each other, Stella laughed once he broke the kiss and told her to shut up as he was far too eager to have her. It wasn’t long until he was throwing her on her bed, Stella chewing on her bottom lip before sitting up and removing her shirt and bra. “I should say the same for you,” she teased, soon taking off her skirt but deciding to leave her panties on for him. Pulling him in with his shirt, she soon started to play with the ends of it before soon taking off his shirt, licking her lips at his shirtless torso. Wrapping her arms around him, Stella pulled him in for another heated kiss, wanting him inside her already.

With all this time that he’s been waiting for this exact moment, it was no surprise that clothes were coming off in record time. He watched Stella get down to only her panties, a view that was already making him hard. And as he watched her, he was getting rid the rest of his own clothing. Clothes were nothing but an annoying barrier at this point. As soon as he pulled down his boxer briefs, Stella was pulling him in. Reed moan when his growing cock came into contact with her pussy. Even if clothed it still felt amazing. Like a small taste to satisfy the intense craving. Of course, he knew it wouldn’t even come close to what was about to happen. They were kissing, limbs everywhere as they touched each other without a care. Tongues were in and out of each other’s mouths, but Reed couldn’t take this any longer. Pulling back from the kiss, he lifted Stella up and flipped her over so that she was on her stomach. Immediately and in true Reed fashion, he slapped her ass before he moved down a little lower. Using his teeth, he pulled down the waistband of her panties until they rolled down over her ass. The rest of the way, he used his hand to take off her underwear, his mouth now biting down gently on her ass cheek. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said, lifting his body up so that he was now hovering over her backside. His hard cock pressed against her ass while Reed kissed her neck, lowering his hips so she’d feel more of him.

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman‌:

Rolling her eyes at his crude words, Stella sighed and shook her head. She shouldn’t be all too surprised that he would say something so crude and actually believed that his dick was a fair trade off. She knew Reed’s type. “Is sex what you think about twenty-four seven when you aren’t thinking about your next match?” she asked, mostly out of curiosity, which is why she tilted her head in confusion. “I was thinking more, credit card privileges,” she teased, though money was definitely something she never needed or cared for. Working for her brother basically meant that she could never need or want for anything as her brother just gave it to her if she really wanted it. “Well, that’s fucking rude. Especially after I just slaved away at making such an amazing breakfast for you,” she joked. Kissing his forehead, she placed the plate in front of him and watched him carefully, hoping he would enjoy what she made him.

“Yeah, pretty much,” he answered without missing a beat. Having sat down at the table, he quickly responded to some text messages before looking up at Stella. “What, your brother doesn’t pay you enough?” he asked, more teasing than anything. It wasn’t as if he cared about wasting away money. He made more than what he knew what to do with. Furrowing his eyebrows she kissed his forehead, not entirely used to this kind of softer display of affection, Reed cleared his throat and looked at the meal in front of him. He had to admit, if this did end up being good, Stella might be the perfect package. Well, almost. The whole sober thing could be a real mood killer sometimes for him. But aside from that, she was the perfect package. Picking up his fork, he took a bite out of the breakfast she cooked for him. Instantly the delicious taste of it overwhelmed his senses. “Holy shit, this is actually good,” he said with a laugh, taking another bite from it. Washing it down with some water, he turned to Stella and leaned in for a kiss on her lips. “Damn. You really do want that credit card, huh?” Kissing her again with a small laugh, he turned back to the food.

[reedjordan-blog]

stellagoodman·:

Ducking her head and looking at her feet, Stella tried to hide the blush and smile forming when he teased her about being his girlfriend. This was certainly new to her, someone proclaiming her as his girlfriend with such confidence even though she’d never even agreed to it yet. For some reason, it worked with Reed and she liked it. She definitely never saw him as the type to sit her down and tell her that he wanted her to be his girlfriend. It felt… nice, Stella admitted to herself. “You know, for some reason, I can’t see you sitting me down and talking to me about how much you want me to be your girlfriend and the very thought of me being with someone else makes you want to commit murder,” she teased, moving and wrapping her arms around him. With her chest pressed against his, Stella grinned and whispered in his ear. “Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg. I’ll be your girlfriend.” Licking his earlobe a bit, Stella then pulled back and smirked at her newly anointed boyfriend.

“Whoa. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. I’m not that dramatic. But you’re right. I’m not the type to sit down and talk about shit like that. It’s not who I am,” he explained, shrugging as if none of this was a big deal. The thought of actually sitting Stella down so that he could propose his feelings and ask her to be his girlfriend, make this whole thing official, actually made him barf. When it came to relationships, Reed wasn’t exactly conventional. Well, he wasn’t really conventional at all, but especially with relationships. He just went right into it, sometimes he didn’t even consider the other person. If they were spending this much time with them, then he only assumed they wanted to be with him and that was the case with Stella. He saw her as his girlfriend therefore she was. At least she was into it. It made this whole thing less awkward. Reed made a face, mock laughing at what she said. “Funny. Regular comedian. It’s funny you think I’d beg. Who do I look like? Your brother?” he raised an eyebrow, real laughing at his own joke. “Alright, enough with this sappy bullshit. Let’s eat.”

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Reed had texted her earlier and worked her up. He let her know how horny he was for her and how much he wanted to fuck her so as soon as she heard that knock on her door, Stella was definitely eager. She’d been too excited and eager that she didn’t notice at first that something was wrong with Reed, that he was more agitated than normal. Once a bit of the novelty started to fade away, it wasn’t long until Stella realized that there was something off with Reed. He wasn’t what she was used to but this wasn’t the first time she experienced something like this. His hands were clumsy and the way he moved was unrefined; more unrefined than usual but Stella convinced herself that he was drunk and she still wanted to have sex with him. Even if she didn’t taste the alcohol on his lips, Stella chose to ignore it and pass it off as him being drunk. It was her way of protecting herself. Groaning when he handled her a little too roughly, Stella furrowed her brows and looked at him before closing her eyes and tried to enjoy it as best as she could. He gave no care about how he took off her clothes, Stella was sure that she had heard a rip but convinced herself that he just wanted her badly.

It wasn’t long until she was on the bed, her back to the mattress and Reed trying to push into her. Letting out a small squeal when he pushed into her ass. Feeling a little uncomfortable, Stella furrowed her brows, about to push him off until he then slipped out and pushed into her pussy. “Fuck,” she muttered, closing her eyes and doing her best to enjoy it as much as possible. Her nails dug hard into his back, mostly out of pain as she bucked her hips as much as possible. He was high and Stella knew it but she refused to listen. Stella closed her eyes, thinking of things better. Thinking of the time when he was fucking her and she was enjoying it to get her in the mood. It wasn’t long until she was moaning. “Right there,” she whispered, her walls clenching around him.

Reed hardly noticed entering the wrong hole. He didn’t even noticed when his dick adjusted itself into her pussy instead of her ass. He didn’t notice any of this because the truth was, he didn’t care. He was high out of his mind and all that he was thinking of was fucking Stella. In his head, he was doing it amazingly well. He was giving her the lay of her life. In reality, Reed was a fucking mess. All over the place, rhythm out of control, it was embarrassing really. But Stella wasn’t really telling him anything otherwise, so he wasn’t stopping what he was doing or correcting himself. He even felt her nails digging into his back, usually a sign of how good she felt during sex. All this and Reed was sure he was fucking her well. So he pounded into her in rough fast strokes. Reed’s been high during sex plenty of times before. Super fucking high. Not with Stella, but with others. He’s never had any complaints. Granted, the other person was also high as fuck, so that was probably why.

Grunt after grunt, Reed got more and more into it. His entire body felt hot as he thrust, his stomach growing tighter. He was close to his climax and knowing this made him go even harder, fucking her relentlessly for his own pleasure. Then it hit him like a wave, ecstasy washing over his body so intensely that he moaned out louder than usual. Being high always made his orgasm feel so much better, but it also made him finish faster than he ever even realized. What felt like hours fucking Stella, was actually just a few thrusts and then bam - cum. His mouth had fallen open as he continued to moan, thrusting until his high came to an end. “Holy fucking shit,” he exclaimed, body shuddering before he rolled off of her. Reed didn’t even stop to consider if Stella had finished too. He kind of just assumed she did. “That was great.”

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Stella scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at Reed when he called her easy, making her laugh and shake her head. “It’s the power of Sweet Delights. I’m telling you! I would do anything for it.” As they continued to talk, Stella was about to say something when they were interrupted by fans of Reed who wanted pictures with him. Stella stepped back, trying to draw as little attention as possible. Watching him interacting with his fans, Stella wondered if it was always going to be like this whenever she was in public like this. Were they always going to be interrupted? Stella didn’t mind all too much, but sometimes, she did want to be intimate with him without people interrupting them. Watching him, she looked at the cupcakes, her head snapping to Reed when he mentioned girlfriend. She was confused. Was he referring to her? When he came back, Stella looked at him confused as she tried to figure out how to even bring it up. Did he make a mistake? “Girlfriend?” she asked. “Since when was I your girlfriend?” Stella had to admit, the thought of being his girlfriend caused his heart to flutter.

Considering the word sort of just slipped when he said it, he almost forgot it was said at all. He didn’t even think about Stella hearing him say that. Clearing his throat, Reed shrugged when she brought it up. “Yeah. Girlfriend. You got a problem with that?” he said teasingly. Truthfully, Reed wasn’t sure how she would take that. They never really had the talk or whatever, but considering how often they spent their free time together, it felt natural to him. Not one to shy away from relationships, Reed tended to jump right into it when it felt right. With Stella, it had felt right for a while now. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when, but it wasn’t a surprise that he referred to her as his girlfriend. He really liked her, more than he liked most people. There was something about her. “I know we haven’t really, you know, talked about it, but whatever. If you don’t wanna do that whole girlfriend stuff, that’s cool too.”

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“You’ve been a very, very good boy,” she whispered to her boyfriend as they entered her apartment. Meeting her parents and dinner with her family had gone as best as she could and Stella was thoroughly impressed. She was half expecting Reed and Steven to end up in some sort of fight and ruining Christmas but Reed held his own. He mostly kept his mouth shut and by the end of the night, her parents were okay with him. Of course Steven was never going to be okay with Reed but at least her brother didn’t kill him. “Do you know what that means?” Stella smirked at Reed, knowing full well he had been counting down the hours until they were alone and he could fuck her ass. “Are you ready for your last present?”

For the most part, Reed was actually on his best behavior. For the most part. There were, of course, some hiccups. Some comments that he shouldn’t have made, especially directed towards her brother. What could he say? Reed couldn’t help himself. Sometimes words came out and he didn’t even realize he was saying them. His mouth worked more than his brain did. But whatever. They were at her place now and that only meant one thing - time to fuck her ass. Which was exactly all he could think about. Grabbing Stella’s face rather roughly, he pushed her up against the door frame and pressed their bodies together. “Shut up and let me fuck you already,” he whispered against her lips. Picking her up, he quickly maneuvered the two of them to her bedroom. Not that it really mattered where he fucked her as long as it happened, but it was the first place he thought of. Dropping his girlfriend onto the bed, his lips quickly attached to hers again. “Get out of these clothes,” he practically demanded as his fingers began with her clothing.

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Stella rolled her eyes playfully at him. She knew that her boyfriend enjoyed showing off his money and talking about it. Generally, Stella didn’t mind as she knew what he was like but sometimes, she could see the annoyed look in people’s faces whenever Reed went off about how much money he had and she did her best to reel him a little. Laughing when he then spun her around and informed her that his dick wasn’t free, Stella rolled her eyes again at him and sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re suck a fuckwad,” she muttered and kissed him hard, moaning into the kiss and the way that he was making her feel. Pulling away, Stella slowly shook her head and moved away from him. “I better get some privileges for cooking for you,” she joked and went back to cooking for him. Grabbing some plates, she started to put everything onto them and moving towards the table. “Ready to eat some of my famous cooking?”

Reed’s dating life was extensive and interesting and truth be told, he didn’t even remember half of the people he dated. They came and went and none were truly noteworthy outside of sex. But with Stella, there was something about her. He knew from the start that she was different and it was like each day, more was chipped away to reveal what it was exactly that made her so different. Reed still didn’t have the full picture, but sometimes, he felt like he was getting there. “Privileges?” he wondered, head tilted curiously. “Like sucking my dick while no one else can? Those kind of privileges?” Sadly, that was a genuine question. When he went to sit down, he watched while Stella set up the table and placed the food in front of him. It was all domestic and strange, something Reed wasn’t used to. “It better be good or I’m kicking you out of my place, just so you know.”

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“C’mon baby,” Stella urged her boyfriend with a grin as she removed his shirt and tossed it to the side. It was another successful date and Stella was excited to fuck him. It was all she could think about all night and she wanted him badly. Taking a step back and breaking the kiss, Stella smirked to herself, still amazed with his body. It was like there wasn’t an inch of fat on him and he was just so fucking hard. “I want you so fucking badly,” she murmured, roughly pressing her lips against his again. She gripped his hair tightly, practically trying to rip it out whenever she would tug at it.

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Reed was fucking high. Higher than he’s ever been before with Stella. Everything about him was sloppy, from the kisses to the way his was moving. He was a breathing fucking disaster. How his girlfriend didn’t see something was up was beyond him. But that didn’t matter because he was about to get fucked and that was all he wanted now. Clothes came off within a flash. Though clumsily and with complications, but soon enough, they were both falling onto the bed naked with Reed on top of her. “Of course you fucking want me. I’m gonna make you scream my fucking name,” he said through slurs and in between sloppy kisses. Reed shoved his tongue into her mouth as he roughly handed Stella. Getting on his knees, he spread her legs apart with a harsh manner and settled between them, his cock already big and hard and ready to enter her. Kissing her again, his lips then trailed down her chest where he took her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it a little too roughly. Meanwhile, his fingers wrapped around his length, dragging the head down to her entrance and having a bit of trouble at first until he entered her with one hard thrust. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, beginning his thrusts. It was fast from the beginning and without rhythm, but it was like Reed couldn’t notice.

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When he said he hoped that she would wear the shirts while they fucked, Stella smirked at her boyfriend and raised a brow. “So you don’t want to see my tits then?” she asked, whispering in his ear before shaking her head and laughing. Reed was sometimes too predictable and luring him with sex was even easier. “Because if that’s the case then sure, I’ll always be wearing it,” she joked and winked at him. Opening the present delicately, Stella gasped when she saw the red box with Cartier written on it, making Stella look at her boyfriend with wide eyes. She knew that it wasn’t a ring since the box was too big for it, thank god for that. “I’m already not liking this because it’s already too much,” she murmured but excitedly opened it. Inside the box was one of the most expensive things she’d ever seen in her life. She saw so many diamonds in her life before. “Reed,” she started, looking at him rather shocked. “What the fuck? I can’t accept this,” she whispered lowly before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a deep kiss, not even caring that her family was looking.

The look on her face was all Reed needed to smirk smugly, feeling a sense of pride that he was able to get such a reaction out of her with his gift. With all the money he had due to his career, he was the type to flaunt it. And that included gifts. There was no way that he wasn’t about to spend a lot of money on Stella’s present. Sure he could spend this much on her at any time, but this was their first Christmas together and in a way, he wanted to show her what she was getting into by dating him - all the perks that was included that didn’t involve bedroom activities. “Too bad, babe. This isn’t the kind of thing you can just return. So you gotta keep it before I give it to my next booty call.” He chuckled before he felt Stella’s arms around him. Placing a hand on her waist, he leaned in even closer and kissed her back. It was the type of kiss that made Reed forget that they were right there with all her family. Honestly, Reed was about two seconds away from undressing her. That is until he head a very obvious and very loud clearing of someone’s throat. He pulled away from Stella and gave her brother a look, Reed knowing that it was him who was stopping them. “You can thank me properly later,” he told his girlfriend, loud enough for Steven to hear.