just when u thought your week couldn’t get any worse. you have a final this week and a public speaking presentation that’s worth half of your grade. you’re certain that you’re gonna fail both classes and the pressure is on.
5 am monday morning - you’re up early doodling notes on your ipad as you practice active recall, the glow from the screen lighting up your tired face.
you could barely concentrate as you think abt how you’ve just bombed your exam last week and how high that you would have to score to pass the class with atleast a C. you’d go to office hours but you feel like you’re just too late for that. as a tear starts to form at your lash line — your roommate swings the door open, you quickly sniffle and stare back at her, seeing her in her navy blue scrubs w two coffee mugs in her hand.
“thought you’d need this,” she says, setting a porcelain coffee mug down on your desk beside your scattered notes. you smile weakly at her as she sips from her coffee mug. “cheer up babe.”
“i’m scared. i really need to pass this class!” she gives you a sympathetic look, she’s been where you are and she’s definitely going through her own troubles. she’s doing an internship at a hospital and she’s graduating in a few weeks, the dark circles under her eyes tell you she’s exhausted too. luckily, she knows a perfect tutor who’s always in the library. she tells you what study room he’s normally in and she gives you a quick shoulder rub before leaving. you sigh softly, turning off your ipad before going to bed.
you find his table later that day, tucked in the back corner near the windows, staring at his laptop before pushing his glasses up on his face then cracking his knuckles. how adorable.
“hi…um, roman?” he stands to acknowledge your presence, staring at you before quickly moving to slide the chair back for you to sit, the legs scraping annoyingly against the floor. he has a strong, square jaw and thick brows that give him a naturally serious look, but with nerdy glasses on, it makes him look super studious. his sleeper build and glasses would be hot if u weren’t failing rn.
once you two are past the formalities, he’s eager to help. after all, he was a learning assistant for the class and he’s quite “proficient” in this subject. so much so that he gets rlly wrapped up in it, chalking it up to habit more than anything, but he still keeps glancing back at you to make sure you’re actually following.
“are you sure that i can relearn everything frm january and apply it to a cumulative exam that’s on friday?”
he nods, already turning to the board. the marker squeaks against the white surface, his clean strokes cutting through old faint smudges left frm whoever was here last.
you’re much confident by thursday morning than you were on monday afternoon. roman had started to grow on you, his learning style was… fluent, he actually adjusted himself around you. he made sure you were learning in the way that actually worked for you (even when you were half distracted and sighing every five minutes).
when you came marching over to his table after the final, you didn’t have a plan. u just needed to see him. you thanked him w a big hug, your boobs nearly spilling out of ur cami as you yapped away abt how thankful you were. then you started going on abt your future career path and somewhere in the middle of it, you asked him what he was in school for. in hindsight, you didn’t rlly care but it was more like… you were trying to even the score??? if he helped you through a shitty week, you at least owed him something in return.
he just wants to be a football player but he doesn’t think he’s ever going to so he settled for sports medicine, he’s smart enough but not as active.
“i can help!” he tilts his head and you pause to think, sucking on ur bottom lip as you try to conjure up a reasoning that would appeal to roman’s logic. “i…i think it’s a mindset thing! and… you just gotta be tough and disciplined… and you gotta have stamina—“ you nod to yourself, that’s the word you’re looking for! “stamina is very important! it’s important bcs…”
his arms are crossed over his chest, his thick biceps pinned to his body, “according to nfl, it allows your body to maintain physical and mental performance for longer periods without getting exhausted.”
“exactly! lemme help you!” you smile gleefully.
naturally, you’d like to be taken out on a date or two before you’re making out w a guy — but you’re just returning a favor. you were moaning, sloppily kissing roman w your spit slick lips as you kept chasing his mouth. you swallowed every single moan that came frm him, your hips rolling with desperate, frantic little circles that are grinding your pussy against his clothed bulge.
“ah…mm, “ he groans against your lips, his glasses are slightly lowered on his nose as he looks at you, all dazed and needy. “mmf...fu— what are you.. d-doing?”
“dry humping you, nerd…” you smirk, “mm feels so good !!” you coo softly and he breathes heavily, nodding before he buries his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder. you can hear the shaky little whimpers leaving him as you keep grinding down against him, biting your lip at the friction between your bodies.
he’s so loud in your ear; straining, moaning, fighting the urge to let out a slew of curses. he lets out another broken mewl when you feel a warm patch start to spread over the crotch of his jeans, and for a second you can’t even tell if it’s you, him, or both of you. his fingers tighten around ur hips, head lolling back as he tries to moan your name.
“….i think im gonna cum soon.” he tries to slow you down, lifting you slightly, and even unintentionally rocking you. you let out a hiss as his dick rubbed against your now hypersensitive clit.
you’re having sm fun w him. he’s so inexperienced and needy that you can’t help but taunt him, “need me to slow down, roman?” as you’re smoothing ur hand through his hair, scratching your nails across the nape of her neck. you started to trail your tongue down his neck before placing kisses alongside his jaw.
“hm, please, pl-go slow…” he moaned under his breath. you weren’t letting him off that easy, he groaned out a weak “you’re not slowing down! uhh fuckkkkk!” as you rutted against him with more intent to make him cum, ur own eyes rolling back as pleasure pulses between your legs. your fingers continued gripping at his hair as you kept rocking your hips throughout both of your orgasms. you had a satisfied smirk on your face as you watch his chest heave, his body trembling beneath you frm the aftershocks.
did i forget to mention that he looks super serious? he has this look that he does, he furrows his brow whenever he’s curious. you decided to gaslight him into believing that you’re just helping him “clean up” the mess that he’d made in his pants. he wasn’t even sure how to get away from you… he jerks his hips forward mindlessly, his hands scrabbling for something to hold onto.
you’d shown him how to bob your head if it gets to being too much (u lied, actually.) so he tried it, making the same circular motions you had shown him as his lips were slightly parted, w that furrowed brow while he fought like hell to keep his eyes solely on you. even when his lower belly tightened, he was still holding on. this is stamina!!!
you try your best to look back at him, lids fluttering open and closed through the blur of tears, wet lashes sticking together frm deep throating him. he wipes your tears away w the palm of his hand, holding your face still so you had no choice but to look at him. his eyes stayed locked on yours while he groaned your name, his back and hips arching hard as he came. you swallowed it all, grinning the second he hauls you up into him for a kiss… now you think to yourself, how should you reward him if you pass your final?
life was fucking me so i’m fucking back! here’s shy gf x gooner!jimmy :)))) randomly came up w this after hearing him say “they call me big jim for a reason”
you were sitting in the chair, your legs parted just enough to let him settle between them, his body relaxed on the floor as his wrist rested against your thigh while your tongue peeked out in concentration. you slowly, carefully dragged the head of the comb from the tip of his nose through his scalp. the teeth gliding softly against his hair as you worked, parting it with a gentleness that didn’t match the slight tremble in your hands.
you smacked your lips, leaning forward a little, squinting at the line you’d made. it wasn’t straight…not even close.
“ugh! i thought it was straight!”
“what’s wrong, baby?” he says, starting to turn his head, but you immediately guide him back into place with a soft hand.
“don’t move,” you huff, nudging him forward again before sighing. “your part is crooked and it looks ugly!”
“it’s okay, mama.”
“it is?” you ask, still frowning, your eyes hyper fixated on the part as he nods.
“don’t worry abt that, babygirl. you good.”
your fingers brush over the part again, tracing the soft zigzag of it, “but… what if it looks weird? like… what if the part is… curvy and it’s just…”
“this dick got a curve,” he says casually, like he’s talking about the weather. “would that bother you?”
you’re not sure if he’s serious or playing so your head tilts, like a puppy trying to make sense of a sound. “huh?”
“you upset over the part being crooked… but if i was inside of you, would that be an issue too?” you get what he’s trying to say, but it’s still a terrible comparison.
your fingers tap lightly against his shoulder as you think, “hmm, well…it depends…”
he turns, watching you now.
“…does it curve to the left or the right?”
a slow grin tugs at his lips, “you wanna find out?”
you can’t say you accomplished his hair, but he is proud of you for allowing your curiosity to get the best of you. your inquisitive yet naive question is what got you in the deck chair position. your legs pulled tight to your chest, hooked loosely over his shoulders as he hovers over you. his hands come up, cupping your face as he presses slow kisses across your cheeks, your temple, and the corner of your mouth. you let out a shaky breath, “it’s t-t-too…too biggg!”
“make room for me, baby.” he leans back slightly as he replies, his hands slipping from the back of your head. one settles against your hip, holding you in place while the other drifts to your clit. his fingers are tapping and petting it as a quiet breath leaves your mouth, your fingers tighten around his biceps. jimmy, himself, lets out low moans of approval as he spreads the top of your folds and rubbing gently against your clit.
“c’mon, wet this dick up…it feel good?”
you answer him with the softest little whimper, embarrassed almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. if anyone else ever saw you like this, you think you’d die on the spot. but this was jimmy, he makes you feel so safe.
his middle and ring fingers are slick w your wetness as he pressed down to apply a little pressure so he could feel your sensitive clit pulsing under his fingertips. “wanna try again, ma?” he suggested as a gentle reminder before he made you cum too early.
he could see the gears in your head turning, you wanted him so bad, even if you’re too timid to say. he pulled his fingers away, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked them clean. he began easing you into the deck chair position again, his forearms rested beside your head while your knees stayed tucked close to your chest.
you couldn’t help but think of how he made you feel so good with just his fingertips. and while his hands rested behind your head, your mind thinks of what’s to come while you’re pinned under him.
his mouth finds your neck again, sucking and kissing the delicate skin there as he slowly rocks into you. he uses this moment to assess your comfort levels… the louder your moans got, the deeper he went. the more your eyes rolled, the harder he rolled his hips.
he keeps hitting those nerve endings inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot effortlessly. there’s your answer, like it’s come full circle. it curves just right, it doesn’t take long before you’re overwhelmed by it. he doesn’t let go of you, holding you close as he keeps punching that same spot again and again.
“…plea, pleaseeee! baeeee,” you cry out, clinging to him. your fingers are desperately grabbing at his arms, his back, anything to hold onto. his pace made your hands slip lower down his forearms, your grip getting weaker by the second. one of his hands stayed tangled in your hair while the other gripped your throat.
“mhm, you like that? that curve hitting yo spot, mama?” he smirks, squeezing your neck just a little harder before finally crashing his mouth against yours. you pulled away first, soft broken sounds falling from your lips that sounded like his name. his soft belly pressed against your lower belly as he coaxed an orgasm out of you.
you pout, a shaky whine falling from your lips. “i’m…i think…i-“
“i know, gimme that nut lil mama”
the wind is knocked clean out of you as your legs clamp around his neck, he keeps you close as he tells you how much he loves you.
then, he reminds you you’re still finishing his hair after this.
“Stop helping me mommy, i got it!” your daughter huffed, her little hand fighting yours on the syrup bottle.
“It’s sticky, let me help you before you make a mess.”
Your hand stayed over hers anyway, she was thick headed like her daddy. She didn’t like being helped, not when she thought she could do it herself. The syrup finally spills out in a slow, uneven stream, pooling too fast on her french toast. You’re already reaching to fix it when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck.
“Good morning, mama.” Then he leans over you, pressing a kiss to the side of your daughter’s head. “Good morning, lil mama.”
“Daddy!” she snitches immediately, pointing at you with sticky fingers. “Mommy keeps helping me!”
You don’t even react to her little attitude, you just take the bottle from her, twist the cap on tight, and put it away. You slide past him and open the white china cabinet, grabbing a plate before shoving it at his chest.
“Damn!” he jerks back, his hand catching it before it drops. His head snaps toward you. “What’d I do?…Matter fact, why is the whole house mad?”
He was used to you waking him up for breakfast so y’all could eat together like a family. Hell, he’s used to you being chipper first thing in the morning too. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you watched him move around the kitchen while he fixed his own plate.
He let that slide, chalking it up to you being frustrated with your daughter. Until later on, when he pushed the bathroom door open without thinking, like always.
You were in the tub, your audiobook was playing and you looked relaxed. Much better than earlier at breakfast. The irritation on your face was instant when you saw him, “Yes, Jey?” you groaned, reaching to pause the audiobook.
He decided to let this slide too, even though you were starting to piss him off. This time he walks in the house and sees you on the floor, legs crossed, carefully painting your daughter’s nails as you’re laughing into the phone with Naomi.
“Girl, yesss! Tell me about it!” you laugh, then you see him. You set the polish down, reaching for your phone, and taking it off speaker.
“I’ll talk to you later… you know who just walked in.”
He looks around the living room for a moment as if there’s someone who entered after him.
“Oh, so I ain’t got no name?” he asks, smacking his lips, shaking his head. “Uhn-uhn. Fuck that.” He snaps his fingers toward your daughter. “Babygirl, go upstairs. Lemme talk to mommy.”
She nods, getting up extra careful with her hands, and scurries off. He waits till he hears the soft click of her door upstairs. Then he damn near leaps across the room and stops right in front of where you’re still sitting on the floor, his shadow falling over you.
“Have you lost your rabbit ass mind, uce?” he growls. “What the fuck is your problem?”
You’re up just as fast, “I ain’t got no problem but if you don’t back the fuck up, it’s gon’ be one.“
He looks you up and down, “You been mad disrespectful,” he says. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” You folded your arms, looking anywhere but him.
“I’m talking to you.” His hand came up quick, gripping your chin, forcing your face back to his. “Why you been disrespecting me?”
You sat there, pouting.
“If it’s something on your mind, gone head and spit that shit out so we can nip it in the bud. I ain’t in an arguing mood today.”
“I felt disrespected when you did what you did the other night…”
He lets out a sigh, already bracing himself, like he can hear where this is about to go but he lets you keep talking anyway.
Truth is, he knows you’re embarrassed. That’s the only reason he wasn’t upset. In his head, he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. You told him he could use it. He just…took it a little too far.
“I thought I apologized for it, my bad.”
“You know you ain’t apologize! I trusted you and just like all of these other times that I give you an inch, you just have to take a mile! You just don’t listen!”
There it is. That’s how shit starts. Now his irritation starts creeping in, he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking away from you for a second like he’s trying real hard not to say something. You’re overreacting after he just said he wasn’t in the mood to argue.
“Ight well, I’m done talking.” He turns, already halfway checked out, heading toward the stairs.
You grab him before he can get far. “Do not walk away from me when I’m talking because I’m not done!” Your voice cracks, and that’s what makes him stop in his tracks more than anything. Not the grip on his arm, and not the shove that comes right after.
“Sit the fuck down and listen to me! You wanna know why I’m so angry at the fact that you embarrassed me like that?!”
He stumbles back a step from the push, more surprised than anything, then drops into the chair with a heavy sigh. He lets his body sink into it, spreading out and dragging his palms over his face before looking back at you.
“…I’m listening.”
And the second it leaves his mouth, it hits you all over again.
You were his breath of fresh air after a long ass marriage. You made him feel alive again. He was excited at the beginning of your pregnancy, because the fantasy of family meant something to him. He told himself he could do this again. He even cried during the first ultrasound. Once you started to show, and his old life started to feel distant, he changed. He resented you for “holding him back” even though you didn’t do anything wrong. He wanted the baby. He just didn’t want what came with it. You tried to hide your growing belly like people couldn’t already tell. You remember standing there, just wanting him to notice you. To make you feel safe and secure, but he didn’t.
And now, sitting here years later, it feels the same. Is this what healing is? Everything still dragging you right back to what he did to you?
Now you’re in his arms, crying into him, telling him how much you love him like he doesn't already know. He does. He swears he loves you more, more than you’ll probably ever believe. But he doesn’t say none of that, he just holds you tighter.
Lazy Sundays when it was gloomy outside had to be the best thing ever. Jey stood at the arched window in your bedroom, watching the light rain hit the glass. He glanced over and noticed your side of the bed was already made. Your daughter (who had slept with y’all last night) was gone too. A few minutes later, he stepped into the hallway and leaned over the stair railing. Downstairs, your daughter sat crisscross on her little pull out couch, picking at her pancake while watching tv. You were stretched out on the sectional under a blanket, reading on your Kindle.
He began to sniff, then he cocks his head, sniffing again. “I know that ain’t….” He practically floated down the stairs when it hit him.
“Y’all got Waffle House!?” he asked, loud enough to make your daughter jump.
“Daddy!” she gasped, hand on her heart. “You scared me!”
“My fault, babygirl.” He bent to kiss her cheek, then stole a piece of her pancake. She shot him a look immediately.
“Heyy! That’s mine!”
You laughed at the way they were mean mugging each other. “Your food is on the table. Leave hers alone.”
He jogged into the kitchen, washed his hands, and grabbed his plate. He dropped down beside you, took a bite, then paused mid chew. “Oh sh—” he cursed under his breath, bowing his head quick to bless his food.
You watched him with a grin, trying to fight your laughter while he throws down on his food, barely looking up between bites. He catches you staring and narrows his eyes before swallowing.
“I don’t know what you got going on but shit, I appreciate it.”
His eyes drop to your lips before you flick his forehead lightly and dap him up instead. You remind him that kissing and touching are off limits. This is as close as he gets, for now anyways.
Your daughter runs to the kitchen to throw her trash away, then wedges herself between you and him immediately reaching for your Kindle. You lift it out of her reach while Jey keeps talking.
“…you better be glad she’s right here,” he pauses, covering her ears. “you already know i’d be eating yo shit from the back and not this food. Fuck this lil bet.”
You shake your head and shove his shoulder. Then you turn your attention to your daughter, who’s now pouting about the Kindle. You explain, once again, that it’s not an ipad. “After your bath, you can play on your ipad all you want until your company comes.” you say sternly, holding her face and wiping the tears that are forming at her lash line.
“Company?” Jey asks, crunching on a piece of bacon.
“I’ll tell you later,” you say sweetly, already walking her upstairs.
It’s been a while since the two of you have fought. Longer since you’ve slept together. That alone feels like progress. Albeit, sexual frustration is evident at times, you’re still impressed. You decided that the two of you could celebrate this milestone with a date night. Roman was more than happy to babysit, he’s proud that you’re actually trying to keep Jey in check. In his words, Jey’s a “stubborn dumbass.”
You fill him in while restocking snacks for Roman and the kids.
“So, so…lemme get this straight,” he says, watching you. “we going on a date but we still can’t have butt naked sex?”
“There’s an exception. You can pick one thing that you wanna do…” you huffed, attempting to open up the box of capri suns. “Can you open this?” You hand him the box. He pops it open easily, not even pretending to think about the exception.
“Oh, well shit, you know what i want!”
“That’s not an option.”
He rolls his eyes in irritation but listens to your list of options: hugging, kissing, or he can control your vibrating panties. You had planned to save that last one for when the bet was over, but you’re just so excited to try it! Hopefully he doesn’t abuse his powers. The second the words leave your mouth, you regret it. You watch as he heads toward the bedroom with a pep in his step.
—
So far, your night has been amazing. You’d threatened to take the remote from him, which had led to him pouting and refusing to talk until you limited him to giving you just one orgasm. His mischievous smile returned, and now the two of you were perched at a rooftop table, overlooking the waterfront. The city lights shimmered on the water below, but what makes it worth it is seeing the man across from you, your handsome man.
“This sushi good as hell, damn!” He said, pointing at the sushi before pushing the plate towards you. “Here, try it.”
You giggled like a school girl, tasting the sushi. He leaned over to swipe a crumb from your lips, and before either of you realized, your mouths found each other in a kiss that showed how much the both of you needed it. The heat in your bodies grew as the kiss grows more passionate.
“This wasn’t apart of the plan,” you whispered against his mouth, pulling back slightly, but neither of you wanted to let go. He wiped his lips with a smirk.
“Don’t worry about it baby, it’s all love. We worked hard to make it to this point.” He kissed you again, his fingers sliding down to trigger your vibrating panties.
“mmf..!” You moaned, muffled by his lips as he nibbled and tugged at your bottom lip, dragging his tongue across yours before deepening the kiss. A cool breeze finally reminded you both you weren’t alone. You pulled back, fanning yourself lightly.
“What you doing all that for? You ain’t feel that breeze?” he teased.
“Yeah, it’s just…” you looked down, pressing your thighs together.
“You ain’t gotta act shy, I know when y—”
“Here’s the bill. It’s no rush at all. I’ll come back whenever you’re ready!” the waitress interrupted, smiling naively as she set it in the middle of the table.
“Nah ma’am, I’ll take care of that now.” he said, patting his pockets for his wallet.
buzz
Your eyes widened as your panties vibrate, you look over as Jey is still patting for his wallet, unknowingly turning up the intensity ever so slightly. You let your head fall in your hands, closing your eyes. If Jey didn’t turn it off soon, you were going to have an orgasm.
“Here’s my card,” he said, smiling politely before he looks over at you. He notices the table is shaking from the way you were bouncing your leg and realized that he must’ve hit the remote by accident. He didn't stop it, but he did lower the intensity. You should’ve been thanking him, but instead you gave him a pout.
“My bad, boo. I ain’t even mean to do it, that time.” He almost laughs until he sees his friend Cody, and his wife walking toward the elevator. He couldn’t wait to speak to his friend. You were happy to speak to the couple, but it was hard to do much of anything when you had a petty ass babydaddy with a remote in his pocket.
As Brandi talks to you, sweet as ever, you nod along, your thigh trembles before you can stop it. You press your heel into the floor to ground yourself. Jey pulls you in and slides an arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against your hip while his other hand rests casually in his pocket.
“She was just telling me how much she misses me, ain’t that right baby?”
“Yess!” The word drags out, and you bury your face into his neck to hide it. He shushes you softly, lips brushing your temple. “Cum, baby.” The vibration suddenly jumps to a rapid setting. Your mouth falls open as you cling to him, trying to disguise the way your body jerks.
Brandi seemed to catch on but, nevertheless, minded her damn business. “Mhm, well…it was nice catching up with yall.” Cody on the other hand is dumbfounded until Brandi whispers something in his ear. He looks at you, then over at Jey’s smug ass expression. A slow grin spreads across his face before he daps Jey up.
This stunt he pulled is exactly why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. He just couldn’t help himself. He just had to be cocky and now you feel stupid for thinking tonight would be different.
Now, the two of you are arguing the whole ride home.
“You boring as hell! Do you know how many couples be on some freaky shit in public?”
“THAT’S NOT THE POINT, ASSHOLE! YOU MADE ME CUM IN FRONT OF YOUR COWORKER AND HIS WIFE!” You yell, crossing your arms and turning your body away from him and looking out of the passenger window.
“That shit turned me on, it was sexy. You ain’t like it?” He turned to look at you.
“HELL NO!”
Jey shook his head as he thought that maybe he did go too far this time. That’s why he’s in the dog house to begin with. He grips the steering wheel harder, staring straight ahead.
summary once upon a time, you believed surrendering to roman was love. now, on Valentine’s Day, you’re fighting to stay alive or to regain control.
- 18+ pairing: dark!roman reigns x female!reader
warning DUBCON, obsession, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, dacryphilia, unprotected p in v, power imbalance, non consensual drugging, drugged sex, dirty talk, rough sex, cunilingus, multiple orgasms, praise kink, degradation, repeated threats, daddy kink, choking, non consensual constraints, body marking, yandere themes (?) as always, read at your own discretion! thx for being patient w me <3
Every now and again you think of how your life used to be, back when you weren’t living in fear. You worked so hard in school and landed a corporate job, it was a mindless dream, working your way up toward a company that might never exist. But it gave you a reason to wake up every morning and grind.
You were always the one in control; calling shots, giving orders, planning every hour of your day down to the minute. It felt good to finally let someone take that weight off your shoulders. With Roman, you surrendered mentally. You thought you’d met the love of your life. Your strict forty five minute lunch break used to end at fifteen, the rest spent hustling back to your desk. But with Roman, you took a full hour.
You’d sit beneath his desk, tucked between his legs, resting your head against his lap while the soft tapping of his keyboard filled the room. Sometimes you would sleep while he would work and if you were having a bad day, you’d get gentle head rubs and kisses.
But what goes up, must come down. Roman quickly became much darker.
Your sex life changed, you’d roleplay and he’d be a bit rougher. You grew worried when your friends or coworkers would see you the next day and ask what happened to you when they noticed all the faint bruises and marks that he left on your body. His fantasies became more physical as he would try to bite and choke you much harder, his eyes would turn completely black. He would become unrecognizable in this…trance. He would make comments saying how he would kill for you.
Yet, you didn’t take him seriously. He only showed this side during sex. Outside of that, he was still the kind of man who brought you coffee, kissed your forehead, held doors open for you. A man like that couldn’t possibly carry these dark and disturbing thoughts inside of him.
But you’re certainly regretting ever underestimating him. Because today is Valentine’s Day and you’re laying still on his chest, your body won’t stop trembling. Your throat is dry, your head is pounding, pins and needles are crawling under your skin from the adrenaline.
Roman has kidnapped you.
As long as you stay still while he sleeps, he won’t hurt you. That’s the rule you’ve made in your head.
Sure enough, he stirs.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He leans forward, pressing a lazy kiss to the crown of your head. The mattress shifts beneath you when you try to run, but cold metal bites into your ankles. You jerk instinctively, a sharp yelp tearing out of you as handcuffs drag you back down.
“Thought you’d try that,” he chuckles, straightening up. “don’t test me.”
“H-h… how?” you rasp, swallowing your spit. Your eyes move to the headboard, then to the locked bedroom door, to him. “I thought you w—”
“Locked up?” he interrupts, tilting his head. “What did I tell you? I always find my way back to you, don’t I?”
He tells you he still had access to the office building even after he got fired. And he makes sure you know that part is your fault. He still can’t believe you fell for it. Your assistant being trapped in the downstairs bathroom, really? When you and your assistant worked on the eighth floor. Guess you weren’t as smart as he gave you credit for.
You cry quietly while he speaks, staring at the wall because you’re too scared to look at him.
He caught you the second the bathroom door clicked shut behind you. The smell of chloroform hit your nose before you even had time to turn around. You fought for a second, your nails scratching at his sleeve, your heels skidding against the tile. He’d used your phone to text your assistant, telling her your coffee made you sick and that you were taking the rest of the day off. Nobody would come looking for you.
“You’re fucking crazy,” you choke out. “you’re a psycho!”
His expression changes instantly. The warmth completely drains from his face, his eyes going dark and empty. “Call me crazy again,” he says calmly, “and i’ll slit your throat.”
Then, slowly, his smile comes back, like nothing happened. He hands you a small box wrapped in red paper, inside are the obvious things you’d expect for Valentine’s Day. Like candy, flowers, lace lingerie folded neatly and… a scrapbook?
“What’s this?” you ask, turning it over in your hands, thumb brushing over the worn edges of the cover.
“I knew you’d like it.” He smiles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I did all of this for you, sweetheart. I love you.”
The scrapbook throws you off. Completely. Your brain stalls for a second, still trying to process it, and when you don’t answer right away, his jaw tightens. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes anymore.
“I love you too, Roman. Thank you,” you say quickly, forcing a smile.
“You don’t think I know when you’re lying?” he snaps.
“No, I’m serious.” You clutch the scrapbook a little tighter to your chest. “I think this is the most romantic thing you’ve ever done. You…you dedicated all this time to me? It’s just…” You didn’t have any more words, honestly. You’re terrified.
He studies you. “I’m gonna take care of you today,” he finally says, standing up. “It’s Valentine’s Day and I have something special planned for you.”
He unlocks the cuffs, but he immediately grabs your wrist when you sit up too fast as he pulls you out of bed. You follow him down the hallway on weak legs. You find yourself in his bathroom, looking around as he turns on the shower. He adjusts the temperature, testing it with his hand before stepping aside.
“Get in.”
“Like…naked or like…?” You shook your head, afraid of angering him before you stepped under the water. Your clothes cling to you, and when you start to peel them off, your hands won’t stop shaking.
You wash quickly and once you’re finished, you reach for the towel, he hands it to you before he leads you back into the bedroom and drops a folded outfit onto the bed. He watches every single move you make as you dress yourself up, he never uttered a word.
When you’re dressed, he pulls a chair in front of the vanity.
“Go ahead,” he says. “do your makeup, sweetheart.”
Part of you wanted to ask how the hell did he know what brand, shade, and size of your products. You didn’t leave anything behind at his house when you stayed here, did you?
Your fingers hover over the brushes. You start slow, awaiting for his approval or for his temper to flare. But all he did was watch you.
“You don’t need that much,” he interrupts, stepping closer. He reaches out and wipes under your eye with his thumb, removing a smudge. “There. Better.”
When you finish, he tilts your chin up, inspecting his very own object of desire.
“Beautiful,” he says softly. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
You try to act flustered,“I wanted to look beautiful for you,” you say sweetly. “I love how attentive you are. You make me feel so loved and special.”
Maybe this will convince him to let you go. If not… Plan B waits in the back of your mind. It’s more of a kamikaze mission but anything is better than rotting here. You realize your plan might actually work the second you step into the dining room.
Candlelight flickers across the walls, and the table is set for two. Spaulding, his butler, stands near the counter, offering you a polite smile. He recognizes you. You can tell. But there’s no sign that he has any idea what Roman has done. Roman pulls out your chair, “Sit.”
You obey, smoothing your dress as you lower yourself into the seat. He takes the plates from Spaulding, dismissing him. He plates the food carefully, adjusting the portions so yours looks prettier before he takes his own seat. He watches you take the first bite.
“Good?”
You swallow. “Yeah, It’s good.”
You take small, careful bites as you study his home like it wasn’t yours for a while. Halfway through dinner, he sets his fork down.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Oh— I… um… nothing!” you stutter. “Just overwhelmed, is all.”
His jaw clenches as he cuts into his steak, the knife scraping faintly against the plate. “I suggest you spit it out.”
“Being here makes me miss us,” you say before lifting the glass to your lips. “I miss all of this. I’m ashamed of saying it… after all the hell I’ve caused.”
“…I forgive you.”
Fucking narcissistic egomaniac. Your fingers curl around the stem of your glass and you imagined the steak knife buried in his chest, blood pooling across his white shirt like spilled wine. You decided to bite your tongue, “And I—I think what I’m saying is… let me—”
“More wine?” Spaulding asks from the doorway. Roman’s eyes shoot to him and he quickly disappears.
“Please,” Roman says calmly, folding his hands. “continue.”
“Let me be your muse, tonight. It’s my way of apologizing.” Your voice trembles. “You’ve done all this work for me. Bringing me here. Cooking for me. But for now, here’s the best I can do.” Your hand slips beneath the table, sliding off your lace thongs. When you place the fabric into his palm, his fingers curl around them.
For a moment, you think he’s going to toss the dishes off of the table, drag you onto it, and devour you whole. But he doesn’t. He simply places them into his pocket and cuts into his steak. He sits in silence, watching his distorted reflection ripple across the blade before lifting his eyes to you.
“I need to carve you.”
“carve me?”
He’s already gone somewhere else in his head, he definitely doesn’t hear you, your pulse or your heavy breathing.
“My name,” he continues. “all over your body. Marking you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
You nod because you don’t know what else to do, your plan is starting to backfire. What if he actually does it? He reaches across the table and laces his fingers with yours as you nod again, biting back tears.
You push your plate away slowly, your appetite is gone and you wonder if you should act now.
“Do you think we could,” you lean closer to him. “roleplay…like we used to? maybe i could give you a lap dance and pretend to be a stripper or..or..”
“Why?” He growls. “You didn’t like it.”
“I know, but—” The chair scrapes violently as he yanks you forward. Your knees slam into the floor, pain shooting up your legs as you cry out and scramble backward on instinct.
“You really think I’m fucking stupid?”
You shake your head, swallowing the lump in your throat as you push yourself upright.
“ANSWER ME!”
“No! No, I don’t think that!” Your voice cracks. “I swear!”
He crouches down slowly, gripping your chin between his fingers, forcing your face up. He stared into your eyes and watched your features. If he sees the tiniest hint of fear, there’s no telling what he will do to you.
Minutes later you’re back in the bedroom, he chains your ankles again before disappearing into the bathroom. The second the door shuts, you move. Your hands shake as you reach the open dresser. That’s when you see a small capsule. Who knows what he was going to do with it, but, finders keepers.
You hide it in your mouth, tucking it beneath your tongue, forcing yourself not to gag. When he comes back, he pulls you upright and onto him roughly.
“Dance for me, angel.”
As you move, your mind isn’t on him, it’s on the capsule dissolving if you hold it too long. Or if he’ll taste it or if your hands are shaking too much. You try to make conversation to maintain your facade.
“You just want to keep me for yourself, huh?” You ask cheekily while one of your hands slides down to his bulge. You roll your hips, moaning breathlessly. “I’m always gonna be yours baby, you don’t have to worry.”
His Adam's apple bobs up and down with a heavy pant. “My adoration for you knows no bounds.”
When he pulls you in for the kiss, you moan. Not from want, but to mask the movement of your mouth. The capsule slips between your lips and his. Your stomach drops as you watch him swallow his spit and catch his breath.
“I need you.”
•••
He used both hands to keep your legs parted, you tried so hard not to squirm as the two of you watched each other. He was so turned on just from eating you out. He moaned as he dragged his tongue lightly against your clit. He needed to see how you liked to be teased and judging by your unsteady breathing, trembling legs, and the pornographic whimpers, you were right where he wanted you.
You’re being such a good girl for him.
Your back arched as his fingers entered you, your gasp tangled shame with pleasure. His lips sealed around your clit, sucking hard before licking over the swollen bud while his fingers fucked into you. Your fingers clutched at his hair, unintentionally grinding against him.
“I-I…’m cummingg!” you were cumming, but he wasn’t done with you. It didn’t satisfy him. He always wanted more of you.
He lifted his head after cleaning you up, then settled over you. His forehead pressed to yours, “Tell me you want me,” Roman whispered. “Tell me you will die for my love, because I’ll die for you. I swear I’ll fucking die for you, angel.”
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging him down into a deep kiss. You hummed as you felt his member rubbing and sliding between your folds, wet from your juices mixing with his saliva. Without breaking the kiss, he eases himself inside of you, staying still.
This very moment pulls him deeper into his devotion…and possibly madness.
When he finally broke the kiss, he fucked you with all the strength and love he’d been holding since the day he met you. You liked rough sex. But this… this felt like he was claiming you. You’d let out uncertain moans as he kissed your jaw, your cheek, and your lips. You even tried to push him away, “…’s t- too…much..”
“It’s supposed to be, baby. Focus on pleasing me instead.” He coos, grabbing your throat as he bottoms you out.
“Roman!”
“I knoooww, feels so good to focus on Daddy , doesn’t it?”
The pleasure hits you hard, taking you by surprise as he’s holding you firmly against him, his thrusts never losing their rhythm.
It definitely takes no time before you’re on your third orgasm of the night. His eyes trails up to your face as he groans, “There you go, take that fucking dick.” When you croak out a weak “please,” he’s quick to reassure you with a smile. “I know, it’s okay, babygirl. I’m here.” You’re beyond helpless, too drained to do anything but take it.
You started to writhe, sniffling as you watched his face light up at the tears sliding down your cheeks. Your tears, the sad, desperate look in your eyes, the slight pout of your lips, all of it was so beautiful to him. He buries his head into your shoulder as he cums inside of you.
The both of you were spent. The sedative was supposed to knock him out, but instead… here you were. Staring at yourself in the mirror as he praised you. “Look at yourself, princess. Look at all those pretty marks.”
You caught your trembling legs in the reflection, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction, but something was off. Exhaustion weighed on him, slowing his movements and slurring his speech.
“You enjoyed them, didn’t you?“ He asks, pulling you close, and pressing you against him.
“Let me… fuck you,” you blurt out.
Ofc, you’d seduce him until he passed out. Your plan is working.
He sits down, patting his lap.
Sinking down, your pussy swallowing him inch by inch, you struggled to sit on it all the way. Roman impatiently pushed you down, groaning as he filled you up. He slid his hands under your thighs, “Fuck me.” He teases.
You bounced with a deliberate slowness. Roman gripped and slapped your ass once you rolled your hips just right. You began bouncing erratically on him, holding on tightly to him as you let out your pretty moans.
“I’m almost there, baby. You gone make daddy cum?”
You nodded, your head falling back when his thumb started rolling circles on your clit. You obeyed his every command, watching as his face began to scrunch up in pleasure.
“Mhm, make me cum.” He slurred. He was feeling a little woozy, but he used his last bit of strength to bring you down onto him faster and harder, going deeper inside of you with each thrust. His rhythm slowly faltered as he pulled you into a messy kiss. His lips missed yours once, then again. When you pulled back, you’d notice how his eyes were glossy and hanging low. When he came, it wasn’t with the same control he prided himself on. Instead it was just a rough, breathless sound that almost sounded like your name. His body went slack, his forehead dropped against your shoulder.
The tears fell slowly at first, then the relief began spilling out as adrenaline and aftershock crashed through you. You kept your hands on him a second longer, just to make sure he was out. You slide off him slowly, nearly collapsing when your legs give out. You actually did it.
But, it still doesn’t make you feel good. Twenty four hours later, you haven’t slept. Every noise in your apartment sounds like him. Every passing car makes your stomach drop. Your phone lights up on the coffee table, you see it’s a message from an unknown number.
You almost had me.
Another message comes through almost immediately.
That was smart, I didn’t think you had it in you.
He was awake. It’s not over. Not until he says so.
gif by @fabxpunk | dividers by @cursed-carmine & @uzmacchiato
summary: jey quickly becomes more than just a ‘work fling.’
now playing: shorty (got her eyes on me) by donell jones
pairings: coworker!jey x blackfem!oc (kyla)
warnings: 18+ mdni(shoo!), age gap, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, filthy flirting, groping, slight (barely there) sadness, use of pet names
authors note: idea came to me when i was bored at work. enjoy lol one out of 2 the onehsots i had promised, 9X who?!‼️also sorry this and the other one is a bit long, couldn’t help myself lol
the moment kyla started her job at the furniture store, she met the infamous joshua fatu. he was a warehouse manager that barely came up to the front, only when he was hiding from his associates and needing to yell at the ones in the main office.
kyla was a soft spoken girl, didn’t speak loud until you forced it out of her, and kept mostly to herself. although this job was definitely changing her.
kyla worked in the office area, taking cash and helping get tools and box cutters for the warehouse guys. when she had started he was on vacation, gone for a good two weeks before ever meeting her.
though the day they met each other was…something. her manager texted her that she had to walk in through the warehouse due to them being too far away from the door. she completely understood and walked through the back, her locs wildly switching with every hard step.
as she greeted each warehouse member while she continued to walk, she would lock eyes with the older samoan man, him taking a double take before coming up to her when she started setting up her things at her section of the office area.
“so you must be kyla. they keep talking about ‘give that back to kyla when you’re done’, ‘that’s kylas pencil’ and i’m like who in the hell is kyla?” the woman would laugh as the man talked, a small smile creeping on his face.
“so im guessing youre joshua.” the man now known as joshua to her would nod, leaning against the office counter.
“you can call me jey, but dont say that ‘round them back there, they would run it to the ground and it’ll lose the meaning.” she would nod, understanding the importance of preserving nicknames.
“your secrets safe with .” jey would bite his bottom lip and slightly chuckle before someone yelled for him, causing him to roll his eyes and sigh.
“here they go.” he would softly say before turning his attention to kyla. “see you around beautiful. if you need anything, im always around.”
the woman would nod before the man walked away, yelling back at whoever called him.
she would giggle as she went back to her duties, waiting for the store to open.
she already knew this man was going to be trouble, just didnt know how serious id be.
as her manager came in, she would try to put the samoan man in the back of her head, trying to not let him distract her.
too damn late.
it had been almost a year since she started, and it seemed like jey’s only motivation was getting her to like him. it had initially started with him buying her lunch everyday, using her lunch breaks to ask her about her interests and such.
it quickly progressed a couple of months after that to cute pet names, getting her small things for her desk, and stopping her before she got to her desk for a hug and recap of the day he had without her.
one day without warning he had accidentally slapped her ass, profusely apologizing. instead of yelling, however kyla just giggled, shaking her head. hell it even surprised her how much she was okay with it, the man already desensitizing her. she would smile as she let out a soft “youre good, just do it harder next time.”
that definitely changed something in him.
after that day, his advances and pet names became more filthy, his morning hugs accompanied with harsh gropes at her backside.
it was different from past advances from men, and it made her heart race in the most delicious way. it didn’t help that jey was the sexiest man she had ever seen. he just did something for her that no one else working with her, or who was interested in her did.
did it scare her a bit that she was attracted to a coworker? oh definitely. she had small crushes at her old job, sure. but this was completely different. crush is one thing, but dry humping that same man in his office with the lights off and acting like you were just clocking in from break and he was just conveniently napping? now thats not just a crush.
thats just two adults who wont express the obvious sexual and romantic attraction to each other.
“hey kyla, you’re taking warehouses calls today. they’re backed up and we need it clear for the showroom. already debriefed josh when he first came in. he should be back from his break soon.” kyla would hear her manager say as she clocked in, simply giving him a thumbs up.
after she clocked in she would take her purse, that jey gifted her for christmas by the way, and her jacket and would walk to the back, saying hi to the guys before unlocking the warehouse managers office.
it was in the corner that literally no one could see unless you were actively looking for it, and unlike the office the heat worked quite well. she would put her purse up and set her system up, looking at her phone for a second as it buzzed.
jucey jey💋❣️: im getting you breakfast and lunch or just lunch? im about to pull in the dunkin donuts rn.
wifey💗🎀: just lunch, but could you just get me a glazed donut and a dr pepper from cumberland?
jucey jey💋❣️: already got you covered mama. i know you.
wifey💗🎀: boy whatever, im in your office, so you dont have to go far. im all yours all shift.
jucey jey💋❣️: i hope these mfs ready to not see me today either. wanna be snuggled up under my girl.
wifey💗🎀: boy bye, hurry yo ass up.
jucey jey💋❣️ loved ‘boy bye, hurry yo ass up’
kyla would shake her head as she leaned back in the comfortable chair, just waiting for either a call or the older male to make his way.
and after a couple of minutes, while she was helping the warehouse dudes with a driver who needed to confirm everything, she would hear the man quietly walk in his office, clocking in on the other computer. by the time he was done kyla was off the phone, typing some comments into the system.
the man would sit down before pulling the woman into his lap, softly kissing on her neck. “goodmorning mama. you slept okay?”
“mhm, did you sleep okay? your ass was gaming all night, you aint put yourself on mute when you called and thats all i heard.” he would a out a soft ‘my bad ma’ before continuing to kiss on kyla’s neck, his hands roaming all over her body.
she would bite down on her bottom lip, letting out breathy moans as he continued. “jey what if someone catches us?”
his hands would creep under her shirt, squeezing her bra covered breasts. “the door ain’t got a window on it. yo pretty ass just needs to be quiet and we’re good.” he would turn her head to the side, enveloping her into a steamy kiss.
he would rock her against his crotch as they kissed, swallowing the loud moans she was uttering. before she could get comfy a loud knock would be at the door, startling the woman.
she would immediately push herself off, making herself busy and calling back customers. jey would suck his teeth before fixing his erection, taking a wet wipe to wipe kyla’s sparkly lipgloss from his lips.
once he was done he’d open the door. one of the warehouse guys behind it. jey would roll his eyes as he looked at the associate. “what do you want? i barely walked in good before y’all asses are askin’ me for shit.”
“sorry boss, but we dont have enough people to take the items down, can you help?”
jey would roll his eyes, before standing up and taking his jacket off, his tattooed arms on full display. the warehouse associate would nod and walk back to the truck, leaving them alone again.
kyla would lick her lips as he took his jacket off, the man noticing and smirking. “you like what you see huh?”
kyla would roll her eyes playfully as she hiked up her maxi skirt, looking like she was adjusting it. she would bend down, picking up her panties.
jey’s eyes would widen, blinking a bit to confirm he was seeing the right thing. he would quickly snatch the panties, stuffing them in his pocket. “give me a minute, imma be right back. i-i mean it.” she would laugh at his reaction, the man quickly sprinting out to help the warehouse.
might’ve been the first time he’s ever done that in his fourty years of life.
she would laugh as she closed the door, making sure the cold air didnt run out. she would continue to do her job, taking calls and inputting info for the other managers and such.
without realizing it was now time for lunch and jey still was not back. she would clock out and get comfortable on the couch in the corner of the office, fixing her skirt before laying the blanket jey saves for her on herself and turning off the lights.
she was so important to the male he had taken the uber small couch he had in his huge ass office and had switched it with a beautiful and soft pink couch just so he could get her to stay in with him.
jesus this man was trying to have her and her heart.
a couple of minutes after she had gotten comfortable she heard the door open, the sound of drinks and paper bags that were definitely either her favorite paninis or some mcdonalds being placed on the desk.
her computer was still open, illuminating the time she clocked out, jey would put on a timer for when her break ended before taking off his jacket and joining her on the couch.
“i need to talk to you ‘bout sum real quick.” he would say, softly patting the womans backside for her to scoot over.
she would sit up, confusion on her face. he never talked like this, nervousness in his voice. he was always so confident, so this must be eating him alive.
“what is it jey?” kyla would ask, her hands rubbing the males back. he would run his hand over his face, taking a deep breath before letting it out.
“i cant do this work fling vibe anymore.” kyla would stop rubbing his shoulders, her eyes slightly watering.
she was a sensitive overthinker, so obviously her thought went to the worse possible thing. any inconvenience or unwarranted situation would cause her eyes to water, even if she wanted to or not.
jey would let out a soft sigh as he was about to talk again, seeing the woman tears fall and immediately stopping in his tracks.
“oh my god, kyla thats not what i mean by that, shit i really shouldn’t of done that dramatic ass pause.” he would say as he moved to cradle her face, wiping her tears. “damnit i meant im in love with you!”
kyla would sniffle a bit, looking up at him. “you like me?”
“no kyla, i love you, and im sorry it took me a year to tell you my feelings. i should’ve told you the moment i felt this way. i know you probably dont feel the same way but i-“ before jey could fully put his heart out the woman would cut him off with a kiss, entangling her hands in his mullet.
kyla would pull the both of them so jey was on top and she was on the bottom, the male towering over her.
his hands would move from kyla’s face to down her legs, his hands gripping her skirt. once at the bottom he would slowly slide it up, stopping once it was bunched at her waist. he would then lift the womans shirt up, her leopard print bra on full display.
jey would damn near break the kiss to oogle at the woman, his mouth watering. “god you’re so fuckin’ sexy. no other man deserves this shit but me. and i barely deserve you.”
he would lick his lips before dipping his head down, his face inches away from kyla’s throbbing wet cunt. he would dig his fingers in her asscheeks before licking one long stripe. kyla would shudder in pleasure, throwing her head back.
although most people couldn’t hear them due to where the office was, but she refused go any higher in fear of them getting caught.
“jey..” she would softly utter, her eyes fluttering as she looked down at him. he would smirk and softly suck on her clit in response, kneading at the soft flesh of her asscheeks.
“you the one that took your panties off, teasing me and shit. this is your fault baby.” he would say, his tongue moving to thrust the tip of it in her slit.
kyla would grip the mans hair tight, grinding herself against his face. her hand not on his hair would grip the couch, trying to steady herself.
“we’re gonna get caughtttt!” she would squeal out, trying to push the male off of her. he would stay his ground, digging his fingers deeper into her asscheeks.
“try to push me again.” kyla would pout, knowing the man meant business. she would her hands to her bra, quickly unclasping it before taking her bra and shirt off.
she would look down at the man as he continued his assault on her heat, only hearing groans and slurps from him.
her eyes would flutter, her head leaning all the way back as she let him do his thing, her body shaking with every lick and flick he did to her clit. before she could announce her orgasm was approaching the man would stop, quickly pushing down his sweatpants and underwear to his knees.
he would then flip kyla on her stomach, forcing her to arch her back before planting himself firm. she would look back at him, a face of bewilderment etched in her face.
she was really gonna fuck the man she had a crush on, at work, in his office.
christ.
he would harshly slap her ass, a whimper falling out of her mouth. he would chuckle, giving her another harsh slap before stopping, rubbing the spots.
“stop playin’ with me and put it in.” kyla would say, her voice still soft, though wavering now. jey would lean forward, giving her a quick kiss to her temples before holding on to his length and slowly pushing himself in.
kyla would let out a groan, the size of the mans length leaving a burning sensation in her stomach. “shit youre too big.”
“nah you got it, you gon take this shit. you opened this pretty pussy for me, you gon’ take it how i give it to you.” he would continue to push himself in, soft pants and curses spewing out of his mouth. “damn baby, you gripping my shit.”
“oh fuckk jey!” she would let out another squeal, her hands moving to push his chest as he started to thrust once he bottomed out. he would show no mercy, his sharp thrusts slamming in and out of her hole. “you’re in my-shit, you’re in my fucking stomach!”
“that’s where i better be, take this dick baby.” jey would lean his head forward and turn her head, capturing kyla is a kiss.
the angle would give him access to go deeper, her eyes rolling back. her hands would dig into his biceps as he held onto her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “you feel so good baby, this my pussy right?”
“yes jey, this is your pussy! shitshitshit shit!” she would scream out, immediately shuffling to pick up the closest pillow, biting it once getting a hold of it.
“it better fuckin’ be, you better not give my shit to anybody else.” he would tightly grip kyla’s neck, moving one of his hands to slowly circle his middle finger along her clit. “you close huh? you gon’ cream all over my shit?”
she would frantically nod, biting the pillow from the loud and guttural moans that were flowing out of her mouth.
“uh uh.” jey would yank the pillow from out of her mouth, his hand gripping her throat tighter. “words.”
“yesss jey im gonna cum!” kyla would scream out, get orgasm, timely triggering the moment she said something. she would hold onto the males thighs, whimpering as her orgasm shook through her.
“fuck i’m almost there, where do you want me to cum?” jey would breathlessly let out, moving his hand from her clit once she rode out her high.
“i-in me, cum in me.” she would whine, pulling him into a kiss once finished. he would nod as he kissed her, groaning in her mouth once he started cumming, gripping onto her tightly. once he was done he would slowly pull out, sending a hard slap to her backside.
they would both look at each other, trying to catch their breaths. before anyone could speak jey’s phone would go off, both of them giggling as jey turned it off and logging kyla back in.
“damn, thirty minutes went by too damn fast.” jey would say, hoarse and ragged. they would start to put their clothes back on, laying on the couch. “so, we’re together right?”
kyla would playfully, give him a confused look, laughing. “who said i was?”
“kyla i swear to fuckin’ god!”
“i’m joking im joking! yes im your girlfriend!” jey would happily nod, leaning to kiss her multiple times on the lips.
“now, get back to work. ion want my girl to get in trouble while im around.”
she would roll her eyes as she got off the couch, sitting back in her seat. the man would kiss her cheek before getting at the computer, going back to work.
as she was finishing up some tasks she would feel the mans hands on her thighs. she would look up furrowing her eyebrows.
“no, im not going again.”
“youre no fun!”
“im already sore, unhand me you pervert!”
“pervert? says the one that took her panties off and bussed it down for me. that aint my fault.”
is anyone else like me and wake up w the thought of dating virgin!roman and you’re experienced? like oh no big bad roman is so unexperienced that he’s whimpering and moaning so loud in your ear while he’s cumming in his pants just from dry humping. just me? oh, okay….
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First Runner-Up: Want Him Too by @acknowledge-reigns
Second Runner-Up: Legacy of Nightmares by @zillasvilla
wow, this is so bittersweet 🥹🥹🥹 thank you sosososo much to everyone who was kind enough to think of me & nominate me. writing has always been something i truly love and something that comes straight from the heart. it has always been a huge part of who i am & i also know how it feels to read as a form of escape. so whatever reasons that you have for following me and/or reading my fics, i am incredibly grateful and thankful for every bit of the support. i always say i love y’all, and i really, really do! thanks again 💝
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