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chat reminder to just write whatever the fuck you want. write that overused trope. write that obscure shit that no one will have heard of. just. do it. your writing is yours stop depriving it of that.
just posted a nasty jude belligham one shot & now i want to write for jobe bellingham.. this is slut behavior.
YACHT GIRL
jude bellingham
◂ (2026)
◂ (london, england)
• black female lead ⇢ leilani johnson, 27.
• jude bellingham ⇢ brandon durami, 23.
• nathangelo markelo ⇢ deondre atkins, 28.
preface
having a misandristic woman like twenty-seven year old leilani johnson and a misogynistic man like twenty-three year old brandon durami fall in love with each other was nothing short of chaos.
their secret year long relationship has been overwhelmingly passionate yet volatile. not only is there verbal abuse, physical abuse and mental cheating on both ends but there's romantic dates, luxurious gifts, mind blowing sex and heart to heart conversations. they're infatuated with each other and they just can't seem to leave one another alone. there's something intoxicating about watching a man-eater and womanizer finally catch feelings.
they met last summer. with leilani being a "yacht girl"-- a social media famous influencer whose discretely paid to provide company to wealthy men in exchange for money-- she was paid to be seen having fun with brandon and his other famous, professional soccer teammates on a yacht after a win in the team's base; which is in the city of london.
in brandon's eyes, leilani was like a diamond in a sea of rhinestones compared to the other yacht girls on the boat that night. every woman threw themselves at him and his teammates except for leilani who barely socialized with anyone. she looked drop dead gorgeous with her caramel colored skin shimmering with body oil, cinnamon colored curls, skin tight cocktail mini dress that adorned her petite figure as she sipped her martini in the corner with a mug on her face-- her aura screamed that she only gave a fuck about making her money and looking good. he heard the rumors of her being strict with her profession. she may've been seen with a lot of men but she never was intimate with them-- he wanted nothing but to conquer her.
of course leilani rejected brandon that night on the yacht.. and the day after when he showed up at her hotel.. and a week later when he mailed flowers and an expensive necklace to her public p.o. box in los angeles. it took him almost two months of persistent charming to finally get her on a date and another two months after that to finally get in her panties. dating her was like winning the lottery for him. he was able to get ahold of the most gorgeous woman that denied other famous millionaires before him. he feels like she is his possession.. and she hates that.
leilani johnson knew she had no business getting involved with brandon durami, she knew he was crazy before she even met him. not only is he famous for being one of the best soccer players in the world but he's also infamously known to have a big ego, a hot temper and a craving to entertain women then discard them.
she tried her best to deny his advances but he wore her down eventually. she couldn't help that she was attracted to him and enjoyed being showered in his money and gifts-- so much money to the point where she no longer has to be a yacht girl anymore. he'd spent thousands on her not including the luxurious condo in london he surprised her with. he paid a whole lease's worth of rent in the same country he resided in just so he can keep an eye on her. she wanted to say no but why would she? who'd pick residing in a studio apartment in california over living rent free in a high rise condo in a foreign country? she knew once she accepted that place she wouldn't be able to leave like she wanted to though.
she hates how she's finding herself actually liking a man. this has never happened to her before and every chance she gets she tries to break up with brandon-- over his dead body is he going to ever let her go though. much like johnson, this is also durami's first time genuinely developing romantic feelings for a woman. neither of them can tell if it's true love or ego.
sunday, july 12th 2026.
8 p.m.
leilani's condo
omniscient
leilani was cozy in her silk tank top and shorts pajama set in her living room, just folding her laundry when she heard keys twisting in her door-- she immediately became irritated. she was having a wonderful night and here comes brandon randomly popping up on her with a new key even after she changed the locks. they haven't seen each other in over two weeks since she told him she wanted to break up with him for the trillionth time but this time she mean it.. or at least she thought i did. seeing him storm through her door with a fresh cut, grey sweats and a wife beater made her breath hitch in her throat.
"you've lost your mind now, innit?!"
the british man pointed at her, feeling a fury so hot that it can make even the devil sweat.
"how'd you get a new key to my shit?"
he let out a dry, unamused laugh walking towards where she sat.
"my name is on the lease too, this is my shit! and newsflash, i know everything that goes on in my shit,"
he emphasized "my shit" now hovering over her.
"why in the bloody hell am i hearing you had deondre atkins in here last night? i swear to god lani, i will set this bitch ablaze!"
leilani's heart stopped for a second, looking down still folding her clothing. how the fuck does he know that she spent last night with deondre atkins?
ya see, deondre atkins is a famous, professional soccer player as well. his team actually just played against brandon's team last month and won in a close match-- that's where she met him while she was quietly supporting her boyfriend. the pair secretly exchanged numbers and she loved the idea of entertaining a cute guy that just beat her hot and cold boyfriend in a televised soccer game.
she just harmlessly texted, called and face-timed deondre here and there until blogs posted pictures of a drunk brandon dancing with some instagram model in the club-- he had his arms wrapped around her as she grinded on his crotch. it even looked like they were kissing in one of the pictures.
while the world (besides their close friends) have no clue that brandon and leilani are in a relationship, the situation was still embarrassing to her and she'll never admit it out loud but it broke her heart.
they had never physically cheated on each other before. now sure they would do petty things like verbally entertain other people just to see if they still "got it" but neither of them ever crossed that line.. until now.
brandon swore up and down it was just a dance that he shared with the woman in a drunken state; he said he didn't even kiss her. leilani didn't buy it. not only did she block him on everything but she changed the locks and allowed herself to start spending time with deondre. sure he's cute and he clearly adores her but he's no brandon durami.
she had no intentions of even inviting him over late last night but she realized her air conditioner wasn't working after coming in from a night out. she needed someone to fix it as soon as possible because she wasn't about to spend a second being uncomfortable in the summer's heat. usually she'd call brandon up for a situation like this but since he was out of the discussion her next best option was deondre.
still slightly tipsy from the fruity drinks she sipped on with her friends at the club earlier, she invited him over and let him fix her air unit.. and let him eat her box.
"answer me!"
he aggressively demanded, grabbing the clothes out of her hand and throwing it on the floor.
"brandon, what the fuck?! it's none of you're business asshole! i don't want you anymore, remember?"
leilani stood up to pick up the laundry but the baller grabbed her wrist and turned her back to face him roughly but swiftly.
"so you really had him in here, huh? you fuck him?"
she could hear his heart beating hard against of his chest.. he's nervous.
the past couple weeks brandon has been paying the condo's front desk receptionist to keep tabs on leilani since she broke up with him. usually when she would threaten to leave him, she wouldn't actually do it; but this time was different. he really fucked up this time. it was true, it was only just a dance but he knew it looked crazy. especially after lying to her and saying he wasn't partying when in reality he was.
it seemed as though she was really done with him and it's been driving him crazy. even busy with training, he hasn't skipped a day of having some type of gift delivered to her doorstep. he still felt like he had a chance to get back in her good graces. he thought there wasn't anyone she would be entertaining this fresh off a relationship split until today.
he was starting to think paying the receptionist off was waste of money because she never had any dirt on his girl besides notifying him about her new locks. but when the receptionist called him up this morning and broke the news to him about deondre creeping through there late last night he was thankful. heartbroken but thankful that he can stop their budding romance from flourishing nonetheless.
he was out of the country for an event he recently attended and as soon as he got off the phone he booked a flight to london. he's been thinking about this shit all day.
his thoughts ran wild. how does she know deondre? did they meet before, during or after he beat me in last month's match? why deondre? is it because he's closer to her age? is she trying to belittle me by fucking my opponent? oh wait.. did they actually fuck? was she fucking him while were still together? what did they do in the condominium that my dumb ass bought for her? what positions were they in? did he get her wet? did she give him head? did he make her moan? did he give her something so good that she'd never even look my way again? is this shit really over?
"just tell me the truth leilani. did you let him fuck?"
a smirk curved onto her juicy lips remembering how hurt she was that night she saw him photographed in the club with that floozy. now it's his turn to feel it.
"nah, not yet. he did eat my pussy though. let's just say.. he definitely knows more tricks than you. it's felt so good to finally be with a grown man."
it took brandon a few seconds for leilani's words to sink in and the crushed expression on his face made her chuckle maniacally.
one of the biggest reasons it took a while for the leilani to get in to a relationship with brandon was because of the four year age gap they have. in the grand scheme of things the age gap is pretty normal; they're peers. but it's something that leilani bought up every once in awhile to get under his skin.
he felt an overwhelming amount of hurt that quickly turned to rage and before he knew it his ex-girlfriend's giggles turned to gasps of air as he choked her up against the wall.
"you fucking whore! getting your rocks off in the flat that i bought?! with my fucking opponent?!"
he spoke inches away from her face through gritted teeth; towering a foot over her petite frame.
"you cheated on me while were together & i'm the whore?"
the retired yacht girl barely was able to speak with her ex's strong, callused hand wrapped around her throat. he gripped her tighter causing her to now struggle to breath.
"shut the fuck up about those stupid ass pictures you saw of me in the club! i never fucked that slag but i might as well have!"
the footballer aggressively let go and turned around, heading to her room.
"oh you might as well huh?"
leilani rubbed her neck following his footsteps. it finally clicked that he really didn't physically cheat on her like she thought because if he did, right now would've been the perfect time to throw it in her face. that made her feel a bit better but she still doesn't feel remorseful.
"absolutely! i'm so glad i never claimed you publicly! you're literally the industry's toy! so fucking embarrassing!"
"where you going? get the fuck out!"
"nah! you get the fuck out! you think you can just stay here rent free gargling dicks all day? nah!"
the six foot one athlete made it to her perfectly tidy room and immediately opened the closet looking for a suitcase. as soon as he spotted the valise, he threw it open on the floor and mindlessly tossed her lavish wardrobe into it-- hangers and all.
"really?! see this that childish lil boy shit i'm talking about! now you wanna be an indian giver because i don't want yo ass nomore?!"
"shut the fuck up."
brandon scrunched his face in disgust as he continue to empty her closet, carelessly and accidentally ripping an expensive vintage dress along the way.
"my cavalli!"
the shopaholic gasped as she saw her 2002 robert cavalli summer sundress join the pile with a fresh tear in it. she picked it up, examining it in utter shock and grief as her ex kept tossing her clothes out ignoring her.
"i paid twelve hundred dollars for this dress in a bidding war on ebay you fucking lunatic! get the hell out of my closet!"
"this is my closet. go back to living in your box in l.a."
he said without making eye contact.
fine. she's not going to beg. he can have his high rise back. she may not be able to afford something like this yet but she can definitely manage a better living situation than she was in before.
"whatever. i'm finna call deondre so he can come pick me up."
that made brandon freeze and turn around to face her.
"wait what?"
she looked at him confused as she picked her phone up off the charger.
"you heard me."
durami marched towards her as she looked through her contacts for his name.
"you're not about to call him in my face. have you lost your bloody mind?"
he went to snatch her phone but she held it close to her chest before he could.
"the fuck are you doing? i'm calling somebody to help me move out of here like you want--"
"and then what? you're just gonna go stay with him?"
leilani smacked her lips in annoyance. it's obvious that they're both crazy but she swears he's crazier. who said anything about staying with deondre? if anything she was thinking to maybe have him drop her off at a hotel or one of her friend's houses. she's only known the man for a month, why would she go live with him?
"oh my god brandon, get the fuck outta my face!"
"you're fa real gonna go stay with him after all of this? how long have you been seeing him for you to feel comfortable enough to invite him over and go over to his flat?"
leilani signed.
"i'm done talking about this. i'm so ready to never see your bipolar ass again. i hate you."
she went back to searching for deondre's contact. all brandon wants is for leilani to want him. what the hell does deondre have on him? not only did this man beat him in his own game literally but now he's taking his woman. it's eating him up inside.
"only person you're never seeing again is atkins."
he ripped the iphone out of her hand and threw it at the wall where it shattered.
"brandon! what the fuck?! why are you destroying all of my shit?!"
finally pushed to the edge, she began wailing on the soccer player.
"stop! why can't you just be obedient?!"
durami attempted to shield himself from the slaps and punches to his chest and face.
"obedient?! i'm not your damn dog! see! this is why i'm leaving your ass now!"
a hard punch connected to the man's chiseled jaw. he was trying his hardest to not put his hands on her tonight but fuck it.
"you're MY bitch! and you're not going anywhere!"
he backhanded the woman so hard that she stumbled. even though she can feel her cheek welting, she's so mad she barely feels it. she's tried to hit him again but he grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the bed.
"get the fuck off me before i spit on you!"
leilani struggled in his tight grasp on her wrists; all her feistiness is doing is making his dick swell in his boxers. he smirked at how her perky tits threatened to spill out of the thin, silk cami top.
"don't threaten me with a good time love."
her face screwed up looking down at the huge bulge in his sweats.
"oh hell nah. i know you don't expect some pussy from me after you ruined my cavalli and broke my phone--"
"please. you know i'm going to replace it."
he began kissing her neck and her chest causing leilani to squirm. sure, he may look and smell good tonight but having sex with him is completely out of the question after everything he's put her through.
"get off of me. you're in the middle of kicking me out and i'm not leaving here with a wet nani and no place to live."
brandon looked into her eyes with puppy dog ones. it's like a flip switched in him from just a second ago.
"i take it all back. you can stay and we can just start over. i understand you wanted to get your get back and now you got it. we can get back together now."
he nodded his head trying to manipulate her into agreeing.. but she's over it.
"no brandon, i'm done. i'll admit i started texting deondre a month ago when we were together but i never intended on doing anything with him ever. but i'm single now and last night wasn't get back, it was me moving on."
that same look of betrayal and hurt from earlier filled his eyes once more.
"if you think i've just been out here fucking bitches since we broke up, i'll have you know i haven't--"
"i don't care. we're done."
his grip on her wrist tightened.
"what the fuck is so special about this deondre fella? you really want to leave me for him? really?"
she smacked her plump lips and rolled her eyes at his gigantic ego.
"it's not all about him. i'm tired of fussing and fighting. you literally just slapped me."
"i'm so sorry baby."
he placed soft kisses along the welt he unfortunately created.
"no you're not."
she scrunched her face up and squirmed like a fish trying to dodge the kisses he tried planting on her mouth.
"acting funny but i know you still get wet for me."
brandon gathered both of her wrists above her head in on hand and slipped his free one into silk sleep shorts. she didn't even get a chance to close her legs but she did squirm like a fish.
"no! brandon st-stop!"
"no, brandon stop."
he mimicked her.
"you know you don't really want me to stop. this little pussy is drenched for me."
he spent no time dipping two curved fingers into her warm, soaking grasp.
she gasped and arched her back in response-- still tight and reactive to any little bit of stretching. having intercourse with leilani would be impossible if brandon doesn't prep her with foreplay beforehand. not to brag but they both knew he is heavily hung between his legs & she has little experience with men due to her believing that they don't deserve her.
"was he fingering you too?"
he curved his fingers, instantly hitting the gummy spot inside of her that drives her wild. he picked up his pace, making the sound of her juices sound off like a water gun.
"wh-what?"
leilani's mind was getting fuzzier by the second. the baller knows her body so well and she hates it.
"tell me exactly how he had you. i can feel you're about to squirt already. how long did it take for him to make you cum? did you even reach your peak?"
it finally registered to leilani what he was asking her and she's so lust struck, she began truthfully answering the invasive question.
"mhmm y-yeah. he made me cum but i-- fuck!-- i had to tell him how i liked it."
the thought of his leilani coming undone for anybody else but him easily made him mad again. he bit his bottom lip, quickening his pace even more. the woman squealed feeling a coil tighten in her stomach from having her g-spot constantly jabbed.
"i thought you said he knew tricks i didn't? what happened to that huh? you was lying to me? trying to make me jealous?"
the woman nodded her head pathetically.
"so he kissed you, fingered you and ate you out? what else? and don't fucking lie."
leilani arched her back even more off the bed giving brandon time to let go of her wrists and pull her shorts down, slipping them off and fully revealing her pussy without stopping his punishing pace whatsoever.
"ouu fuck! th-that's it. i promise."
durami pulled his fingers out and licked them as he watched his ex girlfriend squirt a waterfall.
"mhm, ya know i'd eat it up but never mind. you let that roadman eat it all last night."
the brownskinned woman sat up on her elbows and watched the athlete undress and reveal a very swollen penis-- well over seven inches on soft and a monstrous size whenever he's horny. she can just tell his ass was telling the truth about not getting any play since they last slept together so he's going to put her through the mattress now.
"lie down."
brandon demanded as stroked his dick with his pre-cum. he could bust right now just looking at her, he's been waiting for this moment for nearly three weeks.
"aht aht. we're not together, we ain't got no business fucking in missionary,"
he smacked his teeth. he hates how player she is.
"the only way i'm giving you pussy is if i'm on top. so you lie down."
with deep seeded misogynistic values, you would think brandon would just tell leilani to shut the fuck up and take this dick whichever way he wants her to but he can't bring himself to protest in this moment. he's yearning and sex is probably the only thing that'll bring them back together again so he did what he was told and laid down as she undressed before him.
"don't nut all fast either. make this worth my while."
brandon gulped as she climbed on top of him not knowing if he'll be able to obey her orders. lani always cums first during intercourse but when they go days without it he can't help but to finish early-- and she's noticed this trend.
"take the whole dick for once and make this worth my while."
she scoffed grabbing his swollen member that dripped with precum and lined it up with her puffy, wet cunt.
"now you asking for too much."
the couple gasped as she sunk down onto to length. a moan escaped the footballer's lips as she began to ride half of his dick.
"sh-shit. you're gripping the hell out of me love. look at how my pussy's creaming for me."
he gripped the soft flesh of her hips. from her perky c-cups bouncing to her beautiful face to the milky mess they made from their interwining-- his eyes didn't know what to fixate on.
"your pussy?"
she chuckled, delicate hands resting on his chiseled chest.
"yeah, all mine."
he looked her dead in the eyes with his hazy, lust filled ones.
"no. you're not my nigga and i'm not your bitch."
she's being real stubborn this breakup, he thought.
"you can take my card tomorrow.. buy whatever you like."
the noise of lani's bed cushion squeaking and her sopping punani began to sound off.
"no wire me the money.. and take your name off this lease. stat."
she bent down, inches away from his face as she picked up her pace making her ass clap as she did so.
"oh sh-- fuck! tomorrow. you can have whatever you want."
he smacked then gripped her ass feeling his orgasm approach any second now.
"we'll resume our relationship tomorrow then."
the caramel skinned woman smirked when she felt his girthy dick twitch as he closed his eyes and went mute. he's so trying to not cum prematurely.
"damn, it's only been a couple minutes and you're about to bust already? you missed me bad huh?"
he's spent almost every day masturbating to their sex videos dreaming of this moment, what did she expect?
"yeah."
his voice came out in a pained whisper. she admired his handsome face, peppering kisses on it-- even a soothing one to his jaw where she punched him.
"stop fighting it and just gimmie that nut."
leilani finally kissed him on the lips which led to a sloppy makeout. she was so lost in it that she didn't realize brandon had planted his feet flat on the bed with a death grip on her waist now harshly thrusting into her-- with the whole entirety of his length-- to chase his climax. shit! she wanted to be in charge tonight.
"oww! wait!"
she tried to lift up from the confines of the overwhelming stretch of her walls and hard plunges to her g-spot but brandon wasn't having that. he gripped her neck, holding her in place.
"no no no, stay right here for me baby-- oh my days!"
his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he hard pumped rope after rope of sperm right into her womb. thank god she faithfully takes her birth control because that was an ultra large load.. and he didn't stop thrusting. after she came undone for the second time tonight she came to the realization that he never went soft after he ejaculated like he usually does.
multiple rounds isn't anything unusual to them but staying hard immediately after orgasming is diabolical.
"okay enough brandon. sh-shit!"
she grabbed at his hand on her neck and squealed as her mind began to numb from the feeling of his whole member drive into her repeatedly. their milky juices began to splatter with each pump.
"feel so damn good. i can't even go soft-- hmm--nobody else can have you but me."
her eyes went cross as her mouth fell agape, struggling to handle his stamina. he bit his bottom lip in satisfaction. he knows leilani is a cold, rigid bitch towards men but she has a sweet spot for his dick and money. she's definitely all his again.
"you love me?"
she tried hard to focus on answering him but just a string of squeals and moans escaped her throat. he gripped her neck tighter.
"i love you princess, do you love me back?"
"i-i love you so much s-so fuckin big so deep oh my gosh!"
she blabbered on completely in a subspace. she hates that he can get her this submissive and vulnerable but he loves it. a maniacal smile grew on his face as he watched her take his dick beautifully. the wetter she got, the faster he could manage to thrust into her.
"shit-- c'mere."
he took an aerola in his mouth before holding her close in a hug as he relentlessly pumped dick into her. the lewd sound of sloshing and headboard knocking filling the room along with their moans and groans
"you're gonna wake up the whole building lani. i know you missed me too."
leilani's body didn't even have enough strength to run as she felt that familiar coil tighten in her tummy.
tears streamed down her face as she cried into the sheets. she'll never get used to brandon's hard, thick, perfectly curved penis.
"yes i missed you so much baby! ri-right there! oh my god! right there! please don't stop! please!"
his eyes rolled to the back of his head for a split second hearing her beg in that needy voice. oh he fucking loves when she's like this.
"bouta cum huh?"
"y-yeah."
durami grabbed a fist full of her curls, forcing her to look him in the eyes. god she's adorable when she's fucked out, he thought.
"you're not cumming until you say sorry."
"wha--i'm so so-sorry."
"sorry for what?"
he gripped her hair tighter.
"sorry for-- i'm s-sorry for last night."
she clenched around him, a true indication that she was about to unravel.
"you're gonna prove to me how sorry you are?"
leilani desperately hummed yes and that's when he finally stopped with his hammering pace and cock warmed her. even though she was grateful to finally be able to catch her breath she was annoyed by his edging tactic.
"what the hell brandon? what are you doing?"
she asked, confused and cock drunk, as she watched the sweaty man grabbed his burner phone off the night stand and dial a number-- deondre atkin's business number. somehow the the receptionist was able to find it for him and right now is the perfect time to use it.
"i'm calling atkins--"
his chest heaved up and down as he dialed.
"what?!"
"you're going to tell him to leave you alone and that you're back with me."
"he doesn't even know we've ever dated."
damn. the fact that deondre never knew about their relationship in the first place never registered to him until now. so his opp thought she was single this whole entire time.. interesting.
"oh really? well he's about to be in for a treat."
"how'd you even get his number?"
"who cares?"
the phone began ringing on speaker and even halfway in a subspace, leilani panicked. after the fuck she's gotten tonight, brandon doesn't need to worry about deondre at all. calling the man and exposing the both of them is overkill.
"look brandon, i'm not going to deal with him or anyone else ever again just please hang up--"
"i know, so tell him that."
after moments of hoping the call wouldn't connect, that's exactly what it did to lei's dismay.
"hello?"
deondre's deep british voice came through the line and leilani immediately felt bad. he's genuinely a just a good guy who was a pawn in their toxic relationship.
"hey mate, it's durami."
"what.. brandon durami? how'd you get this number? hey man. what's up?"
since brandon's calling deondre's work phone, he's on the other line guessing this has something to do with business.. not pleasure.
"what's up? what's up is you need to leave my girl alone."
when leilani tried to hang up the phone, brandon spent no time grabbing a fist full of her hair and ramming into her guts again. she absentmindedly moan his name.
"is that.. leilani?"
"yep. we've been dating for a year now. you caught her while we was on break but that shit's over now. right baby?"
"y-yeah! ouu this dick feels so-so good brandon!"
she mindlessly started to babble with a lust clouded brain. even though she is misandric she's going to feel bad about this later on.
"what the fuck?! aw hell na--"
brandon would've liked to torment his opponent farther more but he hung up. what a bummer.
"that was perfect my pretty princess."
their tongues sloppily tangoed as she climaxed and brandon's nut was just a few more strokes after that.
the handsome athlete's penis finally felt pleased enough to turn soft. tired from their half hour of passion they both immediately fell asleep cuddled in each-other's arms.
little do they know deondre atkins had told his millions of instagram followers about the phone call he received and leaked brandon durami's number while he was at it. his messy secret relationship with the former yacht girl isn't so private now.
A Little Sugar 🍰 | Predatory!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader. ♡ FEM READER
-masterlist-
Warnings: Airhead reader, squirting, degradation, missionary, cowgirl & face slapping.
Note: I don't have anything particularly special to say, but this job took me a while.
You were in the kitchen, humming some pop song while mixing the batter for a chocolate cake. The ruffled pink apron was perfectly tied around your waist, and the smell of cocoa was already beginning to make the room sweet. To you, there was nothing more important in the world at that moment than that dessert. The problem was when you reached for the glass jar on the shelf and realized, with a small pout of frustration, that it was empty. There was no sugar. And a cake without sugar was... well, you couldn't even process something so horrible.
Since it was late and you didn't want to drive to the market, the solution flashed in your mind with the simplicity of a child: ask the neighbor. And the closest neighbor, conveniently, was Rafe Cameron.
Your friends always said that Rafe was unstable, dangerous, or "kind of crazy," but you never understood why. To you, he was always so helpful, always opening the door or giving that lopsided smile that made your cheeks burn. He was a sweetie, you thought, completely ignoring any red flags.
You abandoned the apron on the counter, fixed your hair in the reflection of the refrigerator, and left the house. Your high heels clicked against the pavement of the Camerons' porch, a rhythmic and loud sound that announced your arrival even before you rang the doorbell.
Inside, Rafe was sprawled on the living room sofa, enjoying the rare silence of the empty house. When the insistent knocking echoed, he let out a low growl.
"What a pain," he muttered, standing up with heavy steps. He had no patience for any of Sarah's drama or his father's lectures, but upon opening the door, his predatory and irritated expression crumbled instantly.
There you were, with that naive look and a bright smile that seemed out of place at that hour of the night.
"What are you doing here, sweetie?" Rafe asked, his voice softening but still heavy with intense curiosity. He leaned his body against the doorframe, his blue eyes sweeping you from top to bottom, probably thinking you were looking for his sister.
You put your hands behind your back, rocking your body back and forth on your heels, overflowing with that innocence that always left him disarmed.
"I came to ask for a little sugar," you said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to knock on a rich man's door at ten at night to ask for ingredients.
Rafe let out a nasal breath, a mixture of incredulous laughter and fascination. "Sugar..." he repeated, the word sounding almost like a joke in his mouth. "Sure. Come in, I can get it for you."
He stepped aside, making room with exaggerated courtesy, but the look he fixed on your back as you passed him was not "nice" at all. Rafe closed the door with a dull click, locking the world outside. To him, that jar of sugar was the most delicious pretext fate had ever dropped in his lap to finally have you alone, exactly where he wanted you.
You followed him down the hallway, watching the movement of his shoulders, having no idea that sugar was the last thing Rafe Cameron intended to give you that night.
Rafe walked to the kitchen with a casualness that hid the fact that he barely knew where the water filter in that house was. His daily life was a succession of alcohol-fueled parties and lines of powder in nightclub bathrooms; the Cameron kitchen was foreign territory to him. He opened the upper cabinet doors with a certain impatience, looking for any glass jar that contained the white powder you wanted so much, although, in his mind, the term "white powder" usually had a very different meaning.
"So, what do you need so much sugar for, anyway?" Rafe tossed the subject into the air, his voice dragging as he dodged a set of Rose’s porcelain.
"I was making a cake," you replied with that simplicity of yours that always left him disarmed.
Rafe let out a short laugh, a raspy sound of someone who found your existence a fascinating anomaly. "Yeah, that’s just like you."
You just tilted your head, not catching his affectionate tone of mockery, and waited. He finally found a heavy jar and placed it on the marble counter with a dry snap. "Well, there it is."
He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you approach to take the jar. A gentle and genuine smile lit up your face as you thanked him. "Thanks, Rafe. I’ll return it full tomorrow, I promise."
He just shook his head, his hands now sliding into his pants pockets. Sugar was the last thing that mattered to him, but seeing you there, in his kitchen, under the soft light of the recessed lamps, was a visual feast he wasn't ready to end.
"Wait a second... why not leave that cake for later? It’s not going to run away," he said, stepping out from behind the counter and shortening the distance between you with slow, predatory steps. "You know, company in the middle of the night is good. I’ve been feeling a bit... bored."
His voice came out in a serene tone, almost sweet, faking an ingenuity that matched yours, but his blue eyes shone with an intention you couldn't read. He seemed like just a lonely neighbor wanting to talk.
You stared at him for a moment, processing the invitation with that mind of yours that never saw malice in anything. "Oh, alright. I can stay for a bit. The cake can wait in the turned-off oven."
Rafe gave a lopsided smile, satisfied with the ease with which you yielded. He reached out, lightly touching your shoulder to guide you back to the living room, feeling the heat of your skin and already planning how to turn that "bit" into an entire night from which you would leave much more than just sweet.
Rafe settled into the expensive upholstery, throwing his body back with a dangerous ease, his legs spread wide, occupying almost half the space. He gave two slow taps on the seat right next to him, a silent invitation that you accepted without hesitation, sinking into the softness of the sofa.
You crossed your legs slowly, starting that rhythmic rocking with your feet that always caught his attention. Rafe couldn't help his gaze dropping to your heels; they were cute, delicate, and seemed totally improper for an "emergency mission" for sugar, which only made everything funnier and more exciting in his head.
The TV in front displayed the pause screen of some shooting game, the vibrant colors reflecting in the lenses of his eyes. With a quick flick of the controller, he turned the device off, leaving the room plunged only in the soft light of the lamps and the sound of your breathing.
"So, sweetie..." he began, turning his face to you and resting his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding your space in a way that you, in your naivety, thought was just attentive. "Tell me more about this cake. Do you always cook, or only when you decide to show up at my door late at night?"
He gave a lopsided smile, his voice heavy with a malice he was struggling to keep under control, while his fingers drummed lightly on the leather of the sofa, dangerously close to your shoulder. Rafe loved how you seemed to be in a rose-colored world, while he was there, counting the seconds to see how far your "kindness" would let him go.
"No, it's nothing like that!" You laughed, shaking your head in a cute way. "Actually, I'm a disaster in the kitchen. I just felt like eating something sweet and thought a cake would be easy. But then the sugar vanished and... well, now I'm here."
Rafe let out a nasal laugh, the sound vibrating low in his chest as he watched you with that intensity that seemed to pierce through you. He leaned his body toward you, closing the space on the sofa until his knee brushed against your thigh, in a way that seemed too natural to be by chance.
"There are more interesting things you could be doing, you know?" He said in a voice that dropped to a heavy whisper.
Rafe rested his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding you, while his blue eyes slowly descended to your mouth before returning to yours. There was a heavy malice there, a second intention he no longer bothered to hide, but which in your head seemed like just a very deep curiosity of his.
"You know, sweetie... there are much tastier things I can show you." He continued, his fingers now lightly brushing your nape, a warm touch that made your skin crawl instantly.
He gave that crooked smile, watching your reaction with predatory patience, waiting to see if you were going to understand the silent invitation or if he would have to be even more explicit with that little head of yours that only thought about sweets. For Rafe, the game was just beginning, and he was loving how vulnerable you looked sitting there, so close to him.
You tilted your head, blinking your long lashes with an expression of pure confusion, and let out a nasal giggle. "What, Rafe? What things?"
For a second, he wondered if you were playing with him or if you were really as stupid as you seemed; in the end, he decided it didn't matter, because he loved the emptiness of that expression of yours. Rafe slid his hand down your thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric in slow, circular motions, while a cynical and predatory smile played at the corner of his lips.
"Let's play a game," he said bluntly, his voice getting raspier with every word.
"What game?" You looked at him expectantly, your eyes shining as if he were about to suggest a board game or something innocent.
"It's one that will make me very, very happy," he murmured, bringing his face close to yours until you could feel his breath on your cheek. "I can show you, but only if you promise to stay very quiet and do everything I tell you."
Rafe felt an almost animalistic impulse run through his body; your docility was the perfect fuel for his madness. Your doe eyes shone with the idea of a shared secret, and you didn't hesitate.
"Show me..." you asked, your voice sweet and eager. You uncrossed your legs slowly and snuggled even further into his space, giving small hops of excitement on the sofa that made his entire body tense.
Rafe let out a low laugh, almost a growl of satisfaction, while his hand moved from your thigh to your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a strength that was no longer that of a nice neighbor. He was loving how you surrendered without question, ready to be his new favorite toy.
Rafe wasted no time. The facade of the helpful neighbor crumbled in a second, giving way to the pervert he had always been. He leaned in even further, his warm breath now hitting directly against your ear, while the hand on your waist squeezed the fabric with a possessive urgency.
"Ever held a cock before, sweetie?"
The question was a dry, direct blow, as if he wanted to shatter whatever remained of your good-girl aura. Rafe didn't want to beat around the bush; he wanted to see your reaction, wanted to see the shock and desire fighting on that doll face of yours.
You remained silent for a few seconds, processing the word he used with such naturalness. The weight of the question made you bite your lower lip, a shy and hesitant gesture that made Rafe gasp audibly, his eyes fixed on the pressure of your teeth against the pink flesh of your mouth.
"Only once..." you whispered, your voice coming out almost like a breath of confession.
That was music to his ears. A slow, predatory smile spread across Rafe's face, his blue eyes shining with a sickly satisfaction. Only once? Almost pure. The idea that you barely knew what you were doing, that only one guy had gotten close to you, was the fuel his obsession was missing.
"Interesting..." he murmured, his voice vibrating in a way you felt in your stomach. "So you're almost a beginner, aren't you? A waste."
He slid his hand from your waist to your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and slowly guiding them toward the rigid bulge that now deformed his pants.
"Let Rafe teach you how it's really done, sweetie..."
You made a dramatic pout, your shaped eyebrows rising in an expression of pure existential doubt, as if you were trying to solve a very difficult division problem. Rafe was so handsome, his jaw was so defined, and he smelled so good... you simply couldn't say no to him.
"Oh, Rafe... I don't remember the last time I did this," you murmured with a whiny voice, almost in a whisper, as you slowly blinked your long lashes. "Just be patient, okay?"
You brought your free hand to your hair, twirling a strand around your finger with genuine distraction, while the other hand, guided by him, felt the absurd heat emanating from under his jeans.
Rafe let out a low growl, his patience hanging by a thread, but the way you looked at him as if he were the master of the world and you just a doll wanting to play drove him completely frantic. He loved how futile you were, how your only concern seemed to be not smudging your gloss while admitting you didn't know what to do with him.
"Patient?" He repeated, his voice raspy and dangerous, as he pressed your palm against the rigidity of his pants. "I can try, sweetie. But if you forget what I teach you today... I'll have to punish you later, understand?"
You gave a silly giggle, finding the idea of a "punishment" fun, not noticing the obsessive gleam in his eyes. "Punishment? Like making me go without painting my nails for a week?" you asked, tilting your head and letting a bit of saliva glisten on your lower lip, making Rafe completely lose the rest of his remaining sanity.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his back straight and his jaw locked while you rode him. Rafe grabbed your ass with brute force, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your buttocks without any delicacy. He pulled you down violently, forcing every inch of that throbbing thickness inside you, stretching your walls to the limit of what was bearable.
"You're... too big..." You gasped, your voice coming out in a sharp whimper, your cheeks burning a sinful red as you felt his cock collide against your cervix with every downward stroke.
"Take it all, you little bitch," Rafe growled against your neck, his voice so raspy it sounded like thunder. "Swallow every inch of this cock and don't stop. I want to feel you tearing this pussy."
He didn't let you dictate the pace. His hands were like iron clamps on your hips, pounding you against him with a sickly urgency. The sound of flesh hitting hard was the only thing filling the room, a wet and visceral slap that accompanied your tearful moans. You squeezed his shoulders, your nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to find some balance while your pussy pulsed and squeezed his member in desperate spasms.
You felt tiny under his control, a doll being used to the limit. The pain stung, but the pleasure was an electric shock that fried the little reasoning you had left.
"That's it... bounce on my cock like the whore you are," he hissed, his blue eyes glazed at the way your breasts bounced and how your mouth hung open, drooling with pleasure.
Rafe gave an upward thrust and you let out a muffled scream, feeling his cock fill every vacuum of your body.
Rafe had no patience for delicacies. With an animal growl, he shoved his hand under your hip and grabbed the thin fabric of your pink panties. The sound of the spandex snapping was dry and violent; the fabric that covered your intimacy was now nothing more than useless rags tossed aside.
He didn't wait for you to process the shock. Rafe began to fuck you from the bottom up, his hips powering every thrust with a brute force that made your spine arch. He went deeper and deeper, seeking the bottom of your womb with every blow, wanting to mark his territory inside you in the most visceral way possible.
Your eyes rolled back, your pupils disappearing under heavy lids while that "butterflies in the stomach" feeling turned into a hurricane of pure electricity. You moaned like a sweet little girl, a high-pitched and needy sound that contrasted with the rawness of his movements.
"That's it... cry for me, sweetie," Rafe hissed through gritted teeth, his voice breaking from the effort as he buried you against the mattress with every upward thrust. "Feel the size of this? Feel how I'm finishing you off?"
He hit deep, with no rhythm for romance, just dry and wet thrusts that made a slap echo through the room. His hand moved up to your neck, squeezing lightly to keep you fixed while the thick cock continued the work of opening you in half. You were completely surrendered, feeling every inch of that rigid invasion transform your mind into a sweaty blur, where the only thing that mattered was the weight of his cock.
You tried to tilt your hips, seeking that whiny grind you thought you knew how to do, but Rafe didn't give you the slightest chance. His body was a wall of tense muscle and he kept you pinned, his hands like shackles of flesh on your hips, dictating a rhythm that had nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with dominance. He pounded you from the bottom up with a force that made your vision blur, each brute thrust tossing you upward only for him to pull you back to the axis of his thick cock.
Rafe let out a raspy groan, a sound heavy with excited irritation when he felt your attempt at control. "I told you to stay quiet," he hissed between his teeth, his voice vibrating with a dark authority.
Before you could process the command, his hand moved like lightning. The crack of the slap on your face echoed through the room, dry and humiliating. Your head snapped to the side and the heat of the mark of his fingers began to sting instantly on your fair skin, leaving a bright red trail on your doll cheek.
You let out a tearful murmur, a sound of pain and surprise that died in your throat as you felt the next thrust come even deeper, as if he wanted to punish your insolence through your pussy.
"That's it... focus on the pain, sweetie," he growled, his warm breath now against your stinging cheek. "Forget how to move and focus on how I'm opening you in half. You're mine now, understand?"
He continued to fuck you with visceral rawness, ignoring your tears of pleasure and pain, delighting in the way you trembled and cringed at every blow. For Rafe, there was nothing more addictive than seeing that red mark on your face while you were being filled.
Your voice came out in a thin thread, a high-pitched lament that got lost between the sound of flesh colliding with force. Tears of pleasure and pain began to overflow, tracing warm paths down your cheeks, one of them still pulsing with the heat of the slap he had just given you. You felt tiny, helpless under his dominance, your hands squeezing Rafe's broad shoulders in a silent plea for a truce.
"Rafe... slow... please..." you begged, your voice failing as you felt his thick cock hit the bottom of your womb with cruel precision.
Rafe let out a dark laugh, a sound that vibrated directly against your sweaty skin. Instead of answering your plea, he dug his hands even harder into your hips, his fingers leaving instant purple marks on your fair skin. He pulled you down with a jolt, making you swallow the rest of your request with a muffled scream.
"Slow?" he repeated, his voice heavy with excited scorn. "You come to my house late at night, with this smell of candy and this face like you don't know anything, and now you want me to go slow?"
He gave another thrust, this one so deep you felt your stomach turn in a wave of electric shock. Rafe tilted his head, his blue eyes flashing with a possessive madness as he watched your expression of agony and ecstasy.
"I'm going to stretch you out completely until you forget how to speak," he hissed, his warm breath now against your parted lips. "Forget 'slow'. You're going to take every inch of this cock until I decide you've had enough."
He accelerated the pace, transforming the thrusts into rhythmic and brutal blows that made your head bounce. You could no longer form words, just disconnected and whiny moans that fed his sickly ego. To Rafe, seeing you crying and trembling while being filled by him was the only sugar he needed to feel alive.
Rafe didn't give you time to breathe. In a sudden and possessive movement, he flipped you over to face the mattress, the weight of his body crushing you against the expensive sheets without the cock leaving you for a single second. The friction of that turn made you let out a sharp yelp, feeling his thickness scrape your internal walls in a way that made you see stars.
He pinned your wrists above your head with a single hand, acting like a gag of flesh and bone as he settled between your legs. In the missionary position, the contact was total; his sweaty chest pressed against yours, and Rafe's blue eyes were fixed on yours, burning with a maniacal intensity.
"Look at me, sweetie," he growled, his voice vibrating directly against your sternum as he withdrew almost the entire length to thrust into you with a force that made the bed hit the wall.
Your legs, acting on a purely animal and needy instinct, wrapped around his hips automatically, trapping him against you. You closed your eyes tight, your head sinking into the pillow as you felt every inch of that rhythmic and deep invasion. Rafe wasn't just fucking you; he was claiming you, every thrust was a dry blow that echoed in the silence of the room, turning your moans into whiny and disconnected whimpers.
"That's it... squeeze Rafey with that little sugar pussy," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from his face onto your neck.
He accelerated, the blows getting shorter and more visceral, focused only on pushing you to the limit. You felt your stomach turn with the pressure, the butterflies from before were now electric discharges that made your toes curl inside the heels you were still wearing. Rafe roared low, burying his face in your neck and biting the skin there while pounding you with urgency, determined to come so deep you'd never be able to get the taste of him out of you.
Rafe let out a raspy, dark laugh when he felt your well-manicured nails tear the skin of his back. The sting of the cuts only served to further fuel the madness shining in those blue eyes. He loved the contrast: you, the perfect little girl, now had a red face, messy hair against the pillow, and a dirty mouth.
"Fuck, Rafe!" you screamed, your voice failing from the effort, the curses coming out between moans that echoed throughout the room.
"Look at that, she curses..." he hissed, finding it the funniest thing in the world to see you totally out of your mind.
"Where are your manners, huh? Where did all that sweetness go?"
He didn't slow down; on the contrary, the thrusts got even deeper and more heartless. Rafe pinned you against the mattress with his body weight, delighting in the sound of your screams. You no longer cared if Sarah or Ward could hear from across the hall; pleasure was a fire that had consumed any trace of your "shyness."
"Scream real loud so I can be sure you won't forget who's fucking you like this."
He gave a jolt, his hips hitting yours with a dry and wet slap, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock in waves of pure desperation. Rafe was loving every second of seeing you transformed.
Pleasure reached a peak your brain could no longer process. You locked your entire body, your toes curling inside your heels, and let out a sharp scream that died in a gasp of pure ecstasy. Rafe felt the crushing pressure of your pussy against his cock, a rhythmic and desperate squeeze that made him growl with satisfaction.
He stopped for a second, savoring the way you trembled under him, and then pulled his cock out slowly, a wet suction sound echoing in the room. The moment the head of his cock left your entrance, the recoil was inevitable: you squirted hard, a warm, clear jet that soaked his abdomen and drenched the expensive Cameron mattress beneath you.
Rafe let out a nasal, dirty laugh, his blue eyes shining at the sight of the dark stain spreading across the sheet. "Look at what you did, sweetie... what a delicious mess."
He didn't give you time to catch your breath. Without any warning, he pushed his cock back in, sliding in with absurd ease now that you were overflowing. With every brute thrust he gave, more liquid ran between your legs, wetting his thighs and making a splashing sound that left the room with a heavy smell of sex and lust.
"The more I fuck you, the more you melt, don't you?" Rafe hissed, his voice heavy with visceral malice as he pounded you with a force that made the liquid jump out. "Damn, you're coming so good."
He accelerated again, his hips slamming violently against yours, ignoring the fact that the mattress was soaked. To Rafe, seeing you slumped, eyes rolling, and gushing honey with every blow of his, was the final proof that he had broken you in the best way possible.
Rafe locked his jaw, the tendons in his neck bulging as he saw the mess you were making on his sheet. The vision of you squirting, completely surrendered and in thermal shock of pleasure, was the final trigger. He let out a low growl, almost a whimper of pain from being so excited, feeling his own pulse hammer in the head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're going to make me... now!" he hissed, his voice breaking as he felt the walls of your pussy signal the final squeeze, sucking him as if it wanted to tear his soul out through his cock.
He tilted his body even further forward, crushing your breasts against his sweaty chest, eliminating every millimeter of air that still remained between you. Rafe dove into short, fast, and desperate thrusts, ignoring the loud splashing sound the liquid made between your thighs. He was drenching you and you were giving it back double, a warm moisture that lubricated the friction and made everything even more visceral.
His blue eyes were fixed on yours, dilated in a maniacal way, as he felt the pressure rise. He grabbed your arms with brute force, keeping you fixed in place for the final impact.
"I'm going to come in this pussy!"
With a roar that echoed off the bedroom walls, Rafe gave one last thrust, burying himself so deep he seemed to want to go through your body. He locked inside, his body having violent spasms as he poured jets and more jets of a warm, thick come deep inside your womb, mixing his honey with your mess, in an explosion that left you both trembling and breathless on the soaked mattress.
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“𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪…”
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: frat!Rafe Cameron x innocent Pogue!reader
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: dark, dubcon, unhinged inner monolog from rafe, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, smut (oral + p in v), oral (female receiving, fingering, MAJORR size kink, spanking, daddy issues, condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, which rafe gets off on, slut-shaming, derogatory name calling, manipulation, college au, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, 18+ only, mdni
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Rafe bets his friends he can fuck you in one week.
𝘼/𝙉: It's here! The full fic. Word count: 23k. Please let me know what you think - reblogs and feedback mean the world to me. Read the warnings before you read, and enjoy!
“Her.”
Rafe looks over at the Pogue girl Topper’s nodding at and smirks. “Been there, done that. Pick a different one.”
Topper scoffs, “She literally moved here last week.”
“And?”
“OK… What about her?” He brazenly points at a leggy blonde that stands out in her group of Pogues.
“Last weekend at the beach party you threw. She gives good head.”
“Jesus Christ dude, is there anyone left??”
Rafe chuckles, leaning back and stretching his legs out while his friends stare at him in disbelief. He sometimes wonders if they know how stupid they look. Like followers. His followers. Hanging on to his every word, oohing and aahing at whatever he did. Making him feel like he was a God among men. Which he may as well be, considering that’s how most people at this college looked at him.
That’s why he loved fucking the Pogue girls. Almost exclusively. There was something about the power imbalance. Most of them came from poor families, looked at Rafe like he was a God. It didn’t take much for them to spread their legs for him, impressed by his power, turned on by his wealth. Hell, even the Kook girls were the same. But Rafe hardly ever took them home. They were spoiled sluts who hung around the country club wasting their lives and spending their daddies” money. Yeah, they didn’t pique his interest at all. Not as much as the Pogue girls who worked at the country club. In their little housekeeping outfits, deliberately teasing him in the hopes he’d take one of them home.
Yeah. It was safe to say Rafe Cameron had a type.
BOSS (2/2)
callum turner
◂ (1999)
◂ (london, england)
• black female lead ⇢ melanie evans, 25.
• callum turner ⇢ ashton smith, 35.
• beabadoobee ⇢ clover wu, 24.
• pinkpantheress ⇢ monica kate, 25.
• dua lipa ⇢ sharon smith, 33.
• harry styles ⇢ charlie sullivan, 33.
• austin butler ⇢ keith robinson, 34.
9:30 p.m.
friday
the smith house.
ashton
so i starred my kitchen’s landline and had no luck because melanie actually erased the call from the call log. who the hell is this guy?! it’s driving me insane.
my mind wandered as i bathed my daughter, put on her nightgown and tucked her into bed.
“no goodnight kisses daddy?”
that statement made me realize i had gotten up from nina’s bedside without giving away my nightly hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“oh my baby bunny i’m so sorry, what was i thinking?”
i gave her two very animated “mwah” kisses on her left and right cheek that made her giggle.
“do you want me to read you a bedtime story too my love?”
“yes! you pick pleaseseee!”
i chuckled looking through her book shelf until i stumbled upon a book i’ve never seen before.
“ouu a newbie. did your mum get you this book?”
she yawned before speaking.
“no, mel and uncle charlie got that for me a few days ago when we went to the bookfair.”
i felt my body go cold for a bit. did i hear that correctly?!
“wait.. wh-what? so you’re telling me it was uncle charlie and mel who took you to the bookfair? together?”
she shook her head vigorously.
“yep. uncle charlie always comes to pick me and nanny mel up to go places. we have so much fun. he even kisses her like you kiss me. only difference is that he sometimes kisses her on the mouth or on her forehead or neck—”
my daughter rambled on. i just stood there for a few seconds taking in the information that i just found out. so harry is seeing a woman and that woman is melanie.. so that man on the phone was charlie. i don’t want to believe it but it makes sense. that’s why my bestfriend has been so secretive with me— because he’s sleeping with the very woman i’ve told him i’ve been lusting over for the past year!
“and how long has this been going on? how long has uncle and nanny been hanging out?”
she yawned again with heavy eyelids.
“oh for days and days daddy.”
“i-“
“enough questions daddy. i’m tired. nighty night.”
and with that she turned off her lamp and closed her eyes. thank god she has a one track mind and forget that she even wanted me to read her a book because i need to give charlie a piece of my mind right this second. at the end of the day mel is just my nanny and she’s free to date whoever she wants— even if it’s my best friend. but charlie on the other hand should’ve been a man and told me he’s been fucking the woman i’ve been fantasizing about behind my back. but no, instead he sat up there and let me talk his head off about craving something he’s already tasted.
“goodnight sweetie.”
i huffed placing the book back on the shelf and leaving out. my blood boiled as i aggressively dialed up charlie's home number on my kitchen’s telephone. i took a deep breath trying to contain myself before he picked up. i know exactly how i want to go about this.
charlie
i was awaken by the ear splattering sound of the telephone going off beside my bed. god knows who this may be at this time of night.
“hello?”
“hey, it’s your good ole buddy pal ash and i just wanted to let you know that i finally conquered melanie.”
my heart began racing rapidly as i sat all the way up. i’m fully awake now.
“urm, lad, what the bloody hell are you on about?”
a maniacal chuckle came through the line.
“she’s in my bed naked and knocked out with a throat and a cunt full of cum mate. i’ve done it and you discouraged me over and over telling me that she’d never go for me and now she has. i wonder why.”
it was like a bullet to the heart. melanie told me over the phone that she couldn’t make our date tonight because she had to help her friend with something after she got off from work. i would’ve never thought she would lie to me.
“maybe in your sick and twisted perverted fantasy she is but there’s no way melanie is over at your house right now ashton. i’m guessing you’ve found out that we’ve been dating and now you’re pissed but there’s no need to lie on your cock.”
he scoffed.
“lying on my cock eh? who do you think was by the telephone coaching her to make up that pathetic lie to get out of that weak date with you tonight? me. i even told her to throw in that she’d suck your little cock to make you happy. the jig is up. she’s only dealt with you to keep her mind off of me. it’s over now though.”
my breathing hitched when he bought up the felacio part because that means he did hear the phone call. but i mean could he have overheard it or did my girlfriend of two months really lie to me to sleep with a married man she swore she doesn’t have feelings for?
“fuck this. i don’t have time for the theatrics. you’ve been my best mate for five years now, if you’ve cheated on your wife and slept with my girlfriend i’m gonna beat your ass tonight in your own house and we don’t ever have to speak again.”
i almost threw the phone back on the hook until ashton began laughing and going on about something else.
“best mate of five years and you couldn’t atleast tell me you’ve been screwing the woman i plan on leaving my unfaithful, unfit wife for. you’re acting like i’m such an immoral coward when you know sharon’s been stepping out on me anyways. looks like you’re just as much of a snake as me i reckon.”
i guess what he’s saying makes a bit of sense but honestly i’m so angry i really don’t care.
“whatever. i’m on the way over there right now.”
“and we’ll be on round two by the time you reach here.”
and with that the line went blank. i ripped the sheets off of me seeing nothing but red. if i go to that house and melanie’s there all hell is going to break loose.
melanie
i just finished getting into my thigh legnth, pink and black bow printed night gown and was moisturizing my legs when i heard a knock at the guest’s room door. i froze hoping he would just go away but he knocked again.
“yeah?”
“hey mel, i really need to chat with you about something.”
i furrowed my brows confused.
“and what would that be?”
“may i come in?”
i rolled my eyes.
“hold on a second.”
i quickly finished rubbing the body cream into my calves and opened the door to reveal ashton in only a thick full length luxury robe, slippers and a single dainty chain to decorate his neck.. yeah i really shouldn’t have stayed here tonight because this man is trying to fuck me and i might— i can’t even finish that thought. i’ve trained myself to not be attracted to him for the past year and i can’t slip up now; especially now that i’m involved with his homeboy.
“c’mon, let’s sit and chat.”
he said all smiley as he unapologetically checked me out and walked past me to sit down on the queen sized bed.
“i’m good just standing here.”
he shook his head and grinned.
“well i just tucked nina into bed and she told me that you often take charlie along on your outings with her—“
oh shit! my breathing halted for a second.
“i mean that’s fine and all but you didn’t have to lie to me darling. how long have you two been going out?”
i sighed. well the cat’s out of the bag now.
“two months.”
“gosh.. and you’ve fucked him already?”
i gasped in pure shock at his out of the blue intrusive statement.
“excuse me?!”
he sat there snickering at me. okay so now i feel humiliated.
“let’s cut the shit mel. i heard you talking on my phone earlier telling someone you wanted to suck their dick. was that someone charlie? or are you just sucking and fucking a bunch of men to get your mind off the fact that it’s me who you really want?”
i stood there with a screwed face for a good moment taking in all of the information. deep down inside he was right about that last part. i do want him and i’ve been trying to distract myself with charlie— but only charlie. i’m not some harlot.
“well unlike you, i’m single and i can do whatever or whoever the hell i want! you’re just mad that charlie knows how my walls feel and you don’t.”
he looks a bit taken aback by my straightforwardness—and i’m gonna go further.
“matter of a fact i fucked him after the first date cuz i couldn’t wait. i had been yearning for him ever since you introduced us to each other and thank you for that by the way cuz charles has truly been the best sex of my life.”
i slowly walked close to him to the point where i’m now hovering over him.
“you wanna see me naked huh? you fantasize about fucking me and hearing me scream your name don’t you? whole time charlie has the privilege of doing something that you’ve been feigning to do the moment you laid eyes on me—“
he screwed his face in disgust.
“shut up.”
“ya know, his favorite position is doggy and when he cums i let him paint my back. if we’re in missionary he busts on my tits. when i’m slurping on his big beautiful dick i let him bust all over my face after—“
i can see the pure rage is building up inside of him.
“okay melanie, shut the hell up.”
“ouu, charlie, you’re so deep baby!”
i acted as if i was riding imaginary penis and rolling my eyes back while letting out the most lewd sounding moans i muster up. when i noticed ash looked more disgusted than before i bursted out laughing in his face.
“and ya know what, i know you don’t have work tomorrow and that was just a made up lie to get me alone cuz you’re fucking obsessed with me so if you don’t mind i’m gonna go wet up my man’s dick—“
“nah. you got me fucked up.”
before i knew what was even happening, my boss had stood up and swiftly wrapped his hand around my neck pushing me onto the bed and hovering over me. that knocked the cockiness right out of me. i can tell he’s infuritated but he still didn’t raise his voice at me.
“now you listen to me—“
i immediately stopped trying to get out of his grasp and just laid there getting choked out; feeling spooked as hell. my night gown is hiked up and he can clearly see my matching thong underneath. i don’t know what the hell i was thinking wearing this to bed in this man’s house.
“we both know deep down inside you want me just as bad as i want you. right?”
i stayed quiet.
“am i right?!”
unfortunately yes. i looked away.
“n-no.”
“then why would you pack this slutty little dress with a matching thong to sleep at your boss’ house then?”
my eyes widen as he reached to massage my puffy cunt through the thin, embarrassingly soaked fabric with his free hand. he completely ignored me closing my legs on his hand and my reaching out for him to stop.. even though it feels so nice.
“and why are you so bloody wet? huh?”
“ash-ashton! i can’t breathe!”
“open up your legs and let me take your panties off then.”
his sly anger granted my obidience. he let go and i gasped for air and rubbed my now bruised neck while he swiftly tossed my thong to the floor.
“mhmm. it’s so smooth and pretty.”
ashton looks like a kid at a candy store as his strong, veiny hands roamed from my hips to my waist sliding up my dress over my head revealing every damn thing to him. he looks like he wants to devour me literally.
“you’re married.”
i simply reminded the man as i sat up on my elbows. he tossed off his wedding ring and it landed somewhere on the floor. he also took off his robe and let it drop revealing his muscular dad bod. i’ve seen him shirtless before so it wasn’t his upper body that shocked me— but his lower? my god! when my eyes roamed to his manhood, i realized how humongous and swollen he is. i knew he was well endowed— i could always tell by the outline in his pants— but it’s pretty shocking to see how girthy, curved and long it is unclothed. it’s pretty, but it literally looks like it could never fit inside of me ever. i don’t even want to fuck him anymore honestly. i gulped.
“no seriously.. i— we can’t.”
i sat up on my forehead arms looking up at him.
“yes we can. i haven’t done anything with sharon in months cuz i know she’s out there stepping out on me. so you don’t need to feel guilty for her or charlie for that matter. just focus on us right now.”
he began stroking his hardened dick that was leaking pre cum from it’s bulbous tip.
“n-no. what i mean is that this won’t work. it’s not physically possible. you honestly have the biggest dick i’ve ever seen. i don’t think i can accommodate—“
i pointed to his lower half in a circular motion.
“that.”
he chuckled.
“didn’t you just go on a tangent about how big that prick is? i thought you were used to this lifestyle.”
“ash, i’m not some whore. i’ve only been with a handful of men and none of them were anywhere as big as you, including charlie. you’re a fucking horse.”
he looked at me like he was confused. in that moment i realized he’s telling the truth about not sleeping with anyone but his wife these past few years because if he was with anybody else who wasn’t used to his size they would let him know that he’s actually inhumanely enormous.
“i only wear a trojan xxxl darling.”
my eyes fluttered at that statement. that’s over nine inches?!
“uh, yeah, i don’t kn—“
“i’ll be gentle okay?”
i shook my head vigorously.
“what about a condomhmmm oh— okay?”
he had put my legs on his shoulders and massaged around my clit then sucked his fingers in a feral manner.
“mhm, you taste even better than i’d ever imagine. i don’t know if i want to eat you or fuck you first. i’ve been waiting for this moment for ages.”
i was about to project until he brought his fingers down to my pussy once again, this time he dipped his middle finger in while thumbing my bundle of nerves. i can’t believe this is happening right now.
“ohoh shit, you’re hugging my finger love. relax.”
he seemed genuinely shocked by how tight i am.
“i-i am relaxed. i told you, you won’t be able to fit.”
i moaned out as he added a second broad finger.
“psh, we’re gonna make this work. okay?”
he was mesmerized at the fact that him just thrusting those two fingers in and out out of me garnered such a reaction out of me. he lustfully looked me dead in the eye as he thrusted his digits through my walls quickly causing the motion to sound like a water gun going off.
“shit. you hear how wet you are for me my little slut? look at you fucking up the sheets.”
he added a third finger and i arched my back off the bed whimpering; slowly forgetting that i should be protesting to this.
“fuck it, i need to drink you.”
he bent down stuffing his head between my legs and clamping his lips onto my clit while picking up the pace with his trio combo. i widen my eyes and looked down in shock, this is the most eager a man has ever eaten me out. he shamelessly moaned as he lapped up my juices like a dry mouthed dog genuinely enjoying my flavor. it’s so aggressive.. so obsessive.. so hot. i’m getting hornier and hornier by the second.
“ash-ashton you’re gonna make me c—“
and i’m cumming right into his mouth. he slid his fingers out and slurped as much as he can, finally standing up to finish licking his fingers. i still looked at him surprised because what the hell? did i really just get ate out by my boss? and it’s actually as good as i intended?!
“don’t look at me like that darling, we’re just getting started.”
he grunted. i just laid there speechless as he pinned my legs all the way to my head, smirking at how effortlessly flexible i am. my heart begin beating quickly as he lined himself up with my soaking slit, rubbing my wetness around his tip. i bit my lip nervously.
“i know what i’m doing so don’t try to push me away or tell me to stop. you can take it. okay?”
so demanding. it’s making me even more juicier.
“okay.”
i gasped as he slid his olive toned mushroom shaped head passed my entrance, he settled at the midway mark due to my restricting tightness and began thrusting. i tilted my head back knitting my mouth shut while i earned throaty groans from my boss.
“bloody hell, you’re fucking tight. i’m gonna stretch out this little pussy though innit.”
i started whining at the mixture of pain and pleasure. it’s insane how only half of his shaft is in me yet i feel so full.
“ouu it’s a-alot.”
"like i said, you can take it."
he ignored me and gripped onto my thighs, thrusting even more deeper causing me to let out an accidental scream. thank god the walls are sound proof. i opened my eyes to see him looking down at me devilishly.
“ash—“
“it’s boss actually.”
i’m quickly catching onto the fact that he has a degrading kink and i’ve never experienced anything like this before nor have i ever thought that it would turn me on this much.
“boss! i don't think i-i can!”
he chuckled maniacally.
“be serious, you don't want me to stop. you’re laying here creaming around me like the nasty little whore you are. you love this dick huh?”
yep and it's true, i don’t want him to stop. even though it feels like i’m going to split into two at any second, i still feel an orgasm bubbling in the deep pit of my tummy that’s making me feel an animalistic type of horny.
i clawed his biceps, entering a subspace as he dug so deep through my walls to the point where i’m now sure he’s indeed some how managing to squeeze his whole entire cock into me. the sensation of painful ecstasy is bringing tears to my eyes.
“mhm sh-shit. now you wanna cry? want me to go delicate like i promised?”
he let out a throaty groan and spoke in a low, soft voice as if the the pleasure was too much for him to handle as well.
“p-ple-mhmm!”
“words my creamy little slut.”
“oh my—"
i can’t form a sentence for shit. every time i try, i feel ash poke at an ultra sensitive spot. it usually takes a while and a certain angle for charlie to find this spot but this man’s dick is so hung that he’s found it within minutes already.
i felt myself blacking out and not being able to say a word as my eyes crossed feeling an out-worldly pleasure and pain mix i’ve never felt before. all you can hear in the room is the bed creaking, sloshing noises, my whimpering moans and my boss quietly praising how wet and stuffed he’s making me.
“aw, my cocks got you cumming already? you’re pretty little pussy squeezing around me is gonna make me nut quick too.”
i heard him grunt out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my liquids gushed around him.. i couldn’t even find the words to warn him about my orgasm. it’s like my body wants to beg him to take it easy on me but my brain won’t physically allow me. i quite literally have never had anyone fuck me this thoroughly and make me cum this fast.
“shit! i’m so inlove with you and this pretty little pussy already. i should fill you up.”
the husky brunette kneeled down, placing kisses on my thighs as his pace fastened and his chain began to dangle in my face while he chased his nut. my juicy cream splattered on our stomachs with each thrust.
“awuah! please pull out boss.”
my voice is extremely quiet and tortured matching his. ashton aggressively bit his bottom lip, looking down at me almost evilly wanting to defy my plea.
“this feels too fucking good to pull out melanie.”
my naked body bounced rapidly underneath him and my pierced boobs didn’t go unnoticed as he quickly plopped one in his mouth. i began trying to push him away in the euphoric state i’m in.
“a-ash. boss. enough.”
he ignored my whines steadily plowing through me. but then i felt him twitch and i had to gather the few braincells he hasn’t fucked out of me to think quick.
“i’ll sw-swallow you.”
i repeatedly tapped on his chest and he finally obeyed, swiftly pulling out of my cunt and dragging me off the bed so i can kneel in front of him on my knees. the six foot two modelesqe man spent no time holding my head in place as he jerked off his thick, long dick that was covered in my cream. i lewdly stuck out my tongue.
“aw faaahk!”
he almost sung with his head tilted back as hot sputters of his nut started shooting out in and around my mouth.. it’s a whole lot too. he looked down at me and grinned, his chest heaving up and down.
“you look so damn adorable with my nut on your face, i’ve been dreaming about this shit.”
i hesitantly swallowed and he tastes mostly like water due to his healthy lifestyle.
“c’mere.”
he pulled me up by my hair and started tongue kissing me, clearly not afraid to taste himself. i never in a million years thought my boss was this disgustingly freaky and good in bed.
after a few moments, he pulled away and caressed my cheek as we both caught our breaths.
“i didn’t hurt you or anything right?”
he peppered my face with kisses.
“well.. yes.. but in a good way.”
his small smile spread into a wide grin.
“oh?! you’re a nasty little thing innit? who would’ve thought?”
i can tell he was taking a mental note of me liking to be fucked roughly. i playfully rolled my eyes.
“aht aht, save that for what i’m about to do to you again.”
“again?”
i looked down to my boss shaft and sure enough he’s swelling back up again. oh?! he has stamina too?!
“get on the bed and arch your back for me love.”
i instantly obeyed his order and arched perfectly, juicy coochie on full display for him.
“fuck, so beautiful mel.”
narrator
ashton rubbed himself against melanie’s puffy clit a couple times before attempting to slide in. mel mindlessly jolted away without thinking due to the slight stinging sensation she now felt; a result of the hard fuck she just encountered. ash hissed at the abrupt ripping away of pleasure.
“no don’t do this to me, c’mere baby.”
he gripped her hips tightly guiding his tip back into her even more slowly. he slightly regretted not prepping melanie more beforehand but he couldn’t help it, he refused to wait for his dreams of her cunt swallowing him up to come true and unfortunately now she’s playing the price.
“fuck ash.”
she gripped the sheets as she knitted her eyes shut trying to get past the mild uncomfortableness of him stretching her velvety walls out once again.
“i know, i know. the more we do this, the more you’ll get used to it. okay my love?”
he cooed, mesmerized at the sight watching her plump ass clap against his abdomen and the arousal drip down her soft thighs.
“o-okay.”
mel said almost breathless as he started to move in and out of her again, slower this time. she can feel every throbbing vein and it drove the both of them wild with lust.
“my god this pussy is so delicious, the fuck did i do to deserve this?”
he slapped her ass.
“are you drooling slut? is it that good to you? huh?”
the man realized that his nanny had gone back into that vegetable like state of pleasure. he smacked her ass again to get a response but all he got was incoherent moans. he let go of her hips and began pulling on her jet black box braids that flowed beautifully down her arched back.
“i hope you know you’re all mine now. i want you to fucking say it.”
he dug even deeper.
“oh fuck boss!”
mel hoarsely moaned out.
“c’mon say it. focus.”
the brown haired man took his dick out and slammed it into her.
“focus.”
he did the action again and continued his thrusting.
“oh-okay! yeah! this pussy is yours. shit!”
melanie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the heaviness of ashton’s entire log of a penis get pushed in and out of her quickly, balls slapping her clit deliciously.
“that’s what i thought, cuz if you give my shit up to anyone else i swear to god—“
he stuck a bit of his thumb in his dreamgirl’s asshole as a warning. she gasped in return.
“t-too much boss. h-holy fuck! i c-can’t!”
tears began to stream down the beautful woman’s face.
“can’t what?”
he pushed his thumb deeper.
“ashton! ash-please! st-stop!”
he ignored her desperate hand trying to reach for his abdomen. shockingly enough she still kept her perfect arch as he beat her back into oblivion.
“you ever been fucked in the bum before my darling?”
he wiggled his thumb around in the clenched hole already knowing the answer is “no”.
“i-i’m cumming.”
mel announced in a bliss filled voice. her face wet with tears, droll spilling out and eyes to in the back of her head. she was gone.
“oh wait.”
he quickly pulled out and let her have her orgasm to herself because as she began to gush around him he realized that fucking her through it would’ve made him cum as well. before she could even recover he pushed her down so she was lying stomach with her face flat on the bed and he entered her again— her cunt hugging him even more snug in this position.
“your dick feels so good boss. oh my god.”
melanie whispered out, ash can barely hear her over the bed creaking and the sounds of her juices. he wrapped his hand around her throat from the back as he dug her out feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
“fucking marry me. all i want is you.”
his grip on the woman’s neck grew tighter as his bottom lip became imbedded between his teeth focusing on chasing his own high. he gave her deep, hard strokes that she can barely handle but took like a champ anyways, because what else could she do in this position?
“anything for you.”
she gulped completely fucked out feeling the extremity of the pain and thrill of his penis jamming into her cervix. ashton’s eyes rolled to the back of his head enjoying the feeling of being the deepest he’d ever been yet in his dream woman.
“c-cum for me boss. please.”
she gulped in sheer desperation.
“you first.”
he breathily whispered in her ear as one hand occupied her neck and the other reached underneath her body to reach her clit— on the way there he could feel his head poking through the skin of her toned tummy. he had faintly noticed his bulge through her flesh while they were in missionary but in this position it felt more prominent.
he’s reaching sickeningly deep in this position, filling the hershey colored babe to the hilt.
“oh, i see. am i in too deep my love? you can’t handle it?”
melanie whined at the strong feeling over her cervix being knocked into and her guts being rearranged with every hard, deep thrust. she felt the room began to spin as he toyed with her bud on top of all of that.
“n-no, and neither can you. i can tell your trying to hold your nut.”
her giggles turned into loud whines as he was clearly chasing his high now.
mr. smith was fucking melanie so dumb to the point where she didn’t even notice that she was having her third orgasm nor did she notice that it triggered ashton’s release as well and he was now ejaculating into her womb.
most importantly neither of them especially didn’t notice the door become unlocked and swung open by an alarmed charlie sullivan and sharon smith.
ashton and melanie tried their best to come back down to the universe as they realized that they’ve just been caught red handed in a steamy cheating scandal. they embarrassingly stood up and grabbed the sheets to covered themselves.
“i left the airport as soon as charlie ring my cell, telling me that my husband was fucking our daughter’s nanny in our home.”
sharon, dressed in luxury corporate attire, shook her head in disgust.
“i knew it! i knew you two had something going on! but ya know what! this is exactly what i needed to finally divorce your ass for alimony. thank you!”
she tossed her wedding ring at ashton’s chest and turned on her high heel walking away, a clacking noise sounding off as she did so.
charlie just stood there with a red face, a look of pure hatred and anger clearly present.
“disgusting. i hope the both of you rot in hell.”
he walked out as well, leaving the door wide open. the boss and the nanny just stood there in shock. the only innocent party in the house is nina smith— everybody else has been stabbing each other in the back and betraying one another’s truth. after a few minutes melanie finally spoke up, wiping the mixture of she in ashton’s come thar had been dripping down her leg.
“so.. what do we do now?”
ash shrugged his shoulders, closing the door. he’s gotten over his embarrassment and feels rather relieved now that divorce was on the horizon, charlie was out of his life and melanie was now romantically in it.
“be together.”
melanie scoffed.
“c’mon, why not? everything’s out in the open now. don’t you have feelings for me?”
she battered her eyelashes at the man now towering over her caressing her face.
“yeah, yes i like you a lot. but do you? ya know beyond sex and shit?”
even though they had just been intimate a few moments ago she found herself feeling nervous discussing her true feelings for her boss.
“pft! ofcourse melanie, are you crazy? it’s not only beauty but your personality, your charisma and the way you tend to me and nina’s needs that makes me even more enticed by you.”
ashton could clearly tell that the bond mel has with his daughter and him is real and not only because of a job.
melanie felt butterflies in her stomach as he leaned down to softly kiss her— a vast difference to how rough and vulgar he is in bed.
“plus you’re probably pregnant with my child as we speak.”
he said as he pulled away. melanie scrunched her face up and playfully smacked his arm.
“yeah, no, i’m not trying to be a mommy yet. we’re getting the morning after pill a.s.a.p. boss.”
BOSS (1/2)
callum turner
◂ (1999)
◂ (london, england)
• black lead woman ⇢ melanie evans, 25.
• callum turner ⇢ ashton smith, 35.
• beabadoobee ⇢ clover wu, 24.
• pinkpantheress ⇢ monica kate, 25.
• dua lipa ⇢ sharon smith, 33.
• harry styles ⇢ charlie sullivan, 33.
• austin butler ⇢ keith robinson, 34.
6 p.m.
friday
the smith house
ashton
i drove home from work feeling excited knowing that my wife of four years— sharon— is gone on a weekend long business trip and melanie— my daughter’s nanny who i’m secretly infatuated with— is going to be there all alone with my three year old, nina. i love the sight of just seeing those two interact; unfortunately the twenty five year old is more of a mother to my baby girl than the very woman who birthed her.
truth be told sharon isn’t much of a wife either. she hasn’t given a damn about anything or anyone but herself since she got signed to a modeling agency a year ago and began taking her career more seriously. it’s melanie who is going on those family outings with me and nina, cooking for us, making sure the house is in tip-top shape and she’s been doing an amazing job for the past year since i hired her.
i’ve been obsessed with the american sweetheart since the day i saw her unfortunately. when i met her of course i immediately noticed how attractive she is but i see pretty women all the time and don’t feel the urge to cheat— until i got to know how kind-hearted and hardworking mel is. i’m at the point where i can’t suppress my feelings for her anymore, i need her way too desperately. my admiration grows for her more and more everyday and it’s an insufferable feeling to hide.
i came through my front door with a big smile on my face as i heard my daughter yell “daddy! daddy’s home!” and seconds later nina came running full speed towards me as i crotched down, hugging and picking her up to spin her around until i felt myself get dizzy like i do every night when i get off from work.
“my cute little bunny! how was your day my love?”
i looked in her bright blue eyes she inherited from me.
“the greatest daddy! me and mel are having so much fun! we went to the park and played and clover and monica was there so we all went out for ice cream and then came back here and we’ve been watching movies and painting eachother's nails and just having so much fun!”
she talked a million miles per minute with pure excitement. i’m happy to hear that she’s enjoying herself but i’m not that ecstatic to find out that melanie’s friends clover and monica are here. don’t get me wrong; her friends are cool but i wanted mel all to myself tonight. i was hoping to probably slide her a hint or make some type of move tonight. how am i going to do that with her girlfriends here?
“oh—“
“hey ashton. how was work?”
mel walked out in a short, body hugging tube dress with those flip flops that separate your wet toes. her long, jet black box braids hung loose down her back. her moisturized skin looked supple and soft. she’s always drop dead grogeous to me.
“good evening melanie, it was fine— hey girls.”
i caught myself staring a bit too long forgetting to even acknowledge her two best friends that were walking behind her.
“hey mr. smith.”
the two women greeted in usion rather flirtatiously. i can tell they both have a childish crush on me; monica’s a bit shy with it but clover has no problem complimenting me and giggling at all of my corny little dad jokes— i wish melanie was that way towards me.
“told you girls you can just call me ashton.”
i smiled.
“whatever you say.. ashton.”
clover twisted her hair grinning which made her friends laugh at her outright flusteredness.
“girl leave that married man alone.”
melanie whispered to her playfully.
“did you lot eat?”
“um yeah, we had lunch a few hours ago. i didn’t give nina many snacks cuz i didn’t want to spoil her dinner. speaking of that do you want me to cook before i go or—“
that word ‘go’ triggered me into a lying word vomit. i haven’t spent much time with her all week because sharon’s been in the way, i don’t want her to just leave while i have the whole weekend free.
“oh, um, actually— actually i have work in the morning. my boss sprung something on me last minute just now and i have to go in early tomorrow. i was actually gonna ask if you can stay the night tonight and work overtime until tomorrow afternoon. i mean, if you mind of course.”
she tried her best to hide her frowning dissappointment as she pondered my request for a couple seconds sharing glances with her friends.
“no, no. i don’t mind. i can do that. i just, ya know, need some night clothes—“
“you can wear mine— well, you can sleep in one of my t-shirts if you’d like.”
i said that way too quickly. there they went sharing questionable looks again. it’s like they all saw through my horrible facade of trying to cover up my lust for the brownskin beauty.
“or i can drive you home to get some clothes to sleep in. whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“yeah, yeah. that sounds like a plan.”
she smiled closed mouth, innocently showing her dimples. adorable.
“yay! we’re having a sleepover!”
nina cheered.
“yes we are sweetheart!”
i told my child as she cheerfully gave me a high five and stuck her hand out to give her nanny one too. she giggled and high fived her as well.
“so about dinner. are we in the mood to cook or order out?”
mel looked to all of us for answers.
“ugh i wish i can stay but ya know i got that shift at the diner in a few.”
clover reminded.
“oh.. well.. monica what about you?”
monica looked like she really didn’t want to stay but my nanny’s stare was begging her to cooperate.
“i-i actually can’t sorry but—“
melanie
i felt my stomach drop a bit when i realized both monica and clover are going to leave me here all alone tonight. this’ll be the first time i’ve slept over and ashton’s wife isn’t here; the least i can do is have my best friends be a shield between the obvious sexual tension between me and my married boss.
anyone with eyes can see ashton has feelings for me— i really don’t understand why because he already has a gorgeous wife whose a model and he’s so handsome he can be one himself. me and my friends always did think he was fine but i’m no home wrecker so i do my job and go home. i’m especially not up for the flirtation antics anymore now that i have a boyfriend myself. i just feel like ashton constantly hitting on me is getting too invasive at this point. i would quit if the smiths didn’t pay me extremely well and also for the simple fact that i feel bad for nina and her lack of a mother figure in her life. clearly the little girl is bonding with me and i enjoy spending time with her as well. i just want to keep everything from getting weird.
“can we go back to the room real quick?”
i cut monica off and began walking down the hall, gesturing them to follow.
“oi mate i wish you would calm down. you act like he’s gonna murder you if you spend a second alone with him.”
clover loudly whispered as soon as we got into the room and i closed the door.
“you know he wants to shag her though.”
monica defended me.
“exactly! so why don’t you stay here with me tonight? clover has a shift. what’s your excuse?”
we’re all loudly whispering now.
“my excuse? i don’t need an excuse. i wanna curl up in my own bed, in my own apartment and that’s just that.”
i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
“what if he tries to make a move on me tonight? it’s like he’s not even trying to hide that he wants to fuck me anymore.”
“okay, but would that be a terrible thing?”
we looked at clover dumbfounded.
“okay, okay. on a more serious note. he may be hot but you know him better than we do so if you think he’s lowkey an old creep and he’s gonna try to assault you or something than just say fuck him, and let us drive you home—“
i interrupted clover.
“no, no. he’s not a pervert. i just— maybe i am overreacting.”
i sighed.
“i’ll go ahead and stay the night and let my man know i can’t go on the date we planned later on.”
“alright girly. call me if you need me.”
monica expressed as i walked them out to the front. the girls said their goodbyes to ashton and nina who were in the kitchen and we went out to monica’s car that they came in.
“bye babe! don’t fuck that lady’s husband now!”
clover jokingly yelled as she got in her the passenger making monica laugh. now why this girl said that so loud?!
“girl shut up and gone head!”
i stuck my middle finger at them as they drove off and then i went back inside and joined the father and daughter in the kitchen.
“so nina decided that she wants to make personal pizzas—“
ashton announced as he pulled the ingredients out of the fridge.
“yes yes yes!”
“but that’s fine if you’re not in the mood for pizza. i can make something else on the side or order you something in.”
“ouu no, pizza sounds good actually.”
“ah cool cool. i’m just gonna go change out of my work clothes real quick and i’ll join you lot.”
“k, i’ll get her started.”
he smiled and walked out; his aroma still lingering. god he smells so good— anyways!
“okay! let’s wash our hands first.”
“wait i have to go potty!”
she abruptly ran out of the kitchen. that must be that ice cream we had earlier. the child knows good and well she’s lactose intolerant yet insists that i take her out for the creamy treat almost everyday. i giggled to myself. i think right now is the perfect time to call my boyfriend to let him know plans fell through for our future date.
ashton
i remember overhearing mel say that she likes a man in sweats and a wife beater so that’s what i just fished out of my dresser drawers to wear. i took a look in the mirror and made sure my breath and hair was straight and walked out confidently back to kitchen. when i stepped inside i noticed she was on my house’s telephone with someone so i stepped back behind the door before she could see me and listened in on the conversation.
“i know, i know. i wish i could spend the night with you too. but we still have the rest of the weekend.”
when i tell you my heart dropped to my ass. deep down inside i knew she was involved with a guy but i was in denial about it. i sighed and continued listening.
“yeah, we can just go check out the restaurant tomorrow instead.. yeah.. heheh i’ma make it up to you i promise.”
she just kept on giggling. usually i love hear her laugh but right now it’s getting on my nerves.
“what do you mean how so? you know you gone be down my throat as soon as i see you.”
oh god. now she’s talking about sucking this guy’s dick?! whatever happiness i felt a minute ago has been brutally ripped away from me.
“stawwp, okay, okay we can’t be talking like this on this man’s phone now.. i knowww, i miss you too baby.. tomorrow afternoon, i promise, i’ll come over as soon as i’m done babysitting… ofcourse. alright, see you soon. hugs and smooches, mwuah!”
she hung up the phone and i let out a deep sigh feeling defeated. while i’ve been fantasizing about her she’s been letting some road man have something he doesn’t even deserve. i may sound crazy as a married man thinking these thoughts but my love for my wife has been lost for some time now and we haven’t had sex in months because i know she’s stepping out on me while she’s out of the city; that’s fine because i’ll be leaving her for melanie soon anyways.
“i’m back.”
i planted a big, fake smile on my face as i walked in the kitchen startling her. she put the phone back on the hook as if she had been caught doing something she had no business doing.
“oh, wa—hey. i had to make a quick call just now.”
“and may i ask with whom?”
shit! i didn’t mean to flat out ask her that. she furrowed her eyebrows a little taken aback but she glossed over it with a faux giggle.
“my momma if you must know. i, uh, was supposed to stop by her house tonight but now i can’t. so i just had to let her know ya know.”
she anxiously turned to the counter and began preparing her pizza so i joined her. at this point i’m certain her and her friends are aware that i’ve grown a liking towards her. and i can also tell she doesn’t feel the same way about me the way she lied to me just now.
“i’m sorry mel. deeply sorry if i make you feel uncomfortable in any way.”
i made sure to speak to her softly and sensually trying my best to hide the anger i felt from knowing that somebody gets to have her and i don’t. she did another one of those nervous giggles and avoided eye contact.
“what? where is this coming from? you don’t make me uncomfortable.”
“c’mon, you were practically begging your friends to stay here. are you afraid to be alone with me or something? cuz i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”
“oh—oh! ofcourse i know you’re a good guy and a great father. i wouldn’t be working for you if you weren’t boss.”
boss. something about her calling me that makes my dick swell. i have a horrible domination kink and truth be told i want nothing more than to completely obliterate her in the bedroom. that would be a dream come true. just her standing so close to me right now is driving me feral.
“why are you avoiding eye contact with me when you say that? now i think you’re lying.”
i creased like a nerd as she looked up at me and stared me right in my eyes giving that same warm dimpled smile, our faces close.
“i promise we’re good okay boss?”
she wrapped her arms around me not breaking eye contact. i pulled her frame that was a full foot shorter than mine even closer to me rubbing her back in a comforting way.
“good girl.”
the word vomit came out in more of a whisper. as soon as i said it, it was like she swallowed a lump down her throat trying her best to keep her composure just as i am. maybe she does have feelings for me. if i can lust after her while i’m in a whole ass marriage it's definitely possible she can lust after me when she just has some measily guy that she.. hangs with.
“oh my cheese and rice!”
my three year old child appeared into the room making us pull away from each other abruptly.
“you both started making pizzas without me?!”
now i was the one nervously giggling, thank god she didn’t think much about the hug she just seen her dad give a woman that isn’t her mother.
“of course not my bunny. we were just getting set up, isn’t that right mel mel?”
mel twiddled with the dainty necklace around her neck anxiously.
“hahah, yeah, of course we wouldn’t start without you sweetie. come right her between us and let the fun began.”
8 p.m.
friday.
car ride to melanie’s apartment.
ashton
i looked through the review mirror wondering why it was so quiet in the backseat and as i expected i saw my little one fast asleep. car rides knock her out every time.
“looks like today’s festivities finally wore her out.”
mel looked back from the passenger and began cooing at the sight.
“aw she’s so cute.”
“yeah, yeah. she’s gonna be in for a rude awakening when i wake her up for bath time.”
the nanny chuckled.
“i’m shocked that she’s asleep this early on a friday night. she usually stays up with me until midnight whenever i come to sleepover.”
i smirked glancing at her.
“aw, do you need someone to stay up with you tonight? i’m free.”
“cute idea but don’t you have work tomorrow?”
aw shit, i forgot i even told her that.
“heh. that’s true. but i don’t have a lick of drowsiness in me so i’m good.”
she lifted her eyebrow.
“well maybe you should call up one of your boys and talk to them or maybe go out for a beer at the pub or whatever y’all do.”
i smacked my lips. must be that roadman of hers that has her hesitant to spend time with me.
“well as you know my only friends are charlie and keith and those lads seem too busy for me nowadays.”
“oh really? busy doing what?”
“well keith’s wife is pregnant so he tends to her like he’s her nurse as he should—“
“that’s right.”
“and charlie.. i don’t know about charlie, we used to shoot the shit at the pub after work a lot but not so much nowadays. i reckon it’s some lady that has his attention somewhere out there but i have no clue who she is. he seems so secretive— so yeah i don’t really know what’s up with him to be honest.”
since keith’s married, i wouldn’t dare let him know i’m thinking about banging my babysitter so the only other person who knows about my infatuation with mel is my only bachelor bud, charlie.
he’s always told me that i should just keep it in my pants no matter how bad i want her. almost every day at work i rant about how much i fantasize about her and he’s always willing to listen even though he’s quick to say melanie wouldn’t go for me because he believes she isn’t that type of girl. but how can he know what type of girl she is if he’s only met her a handful of times through me?
“hmm. so he never talks about this mystery lady? ever?”
“nope. never. maybe he doesn’t have a lady at all. it was just a wild guess of mine.”
she scoffed and shrugged.
“heh. well yeah. he might not be with anyone at all.”
she looked out of the window looking disappointed all of a sudden.
“are you dating anyone at the moment mel?”
“nope. not at the moment.”
so maybe she isn’t serious with the lad that she was on the phone with?
“c’mon darling, i find that hard to believe. you don’t have to lie to me, ya know i’m not your daddy.”
she tensed up when i said that last word. i placed a comforting hand on her thigh.
“you can tell me anything. i won’t judge. promise.”
we made eye contact for a slight second and i patted her bare thigh then placed my hand back on the wheel. fuck her skin is insanely soft.
“well cal i’m being honest. i’m just focusing on myself right now.”
it’s amazing how she can fib with a straight face. what i truly don’t understand though is why she’s even lying in the first place. is she afraid that if i found out who the lad was i would ruin whatever fake romance they have going on? because i most definitely will. actually as soon as she gets in the shower when we get back i’m going to star sixty-nine to see just who the hell that was that she called.
i need her to myself.
I don’t care how disgusting or fucked up a fic is. NO writer should EVER be harassed for writing taboo fics, especially when the warnings are properly tagged and you choose to go ahead and read them on your own free will.
you’re not morally superior for harassing real people for the sake of fictional characters and fictional stories. you’re just a bully.
SEXAHOLIC
central cee
◂ (2008)
◂ (london, england)
• black lead woman ⇢ aqua richardson, 24.
• central cee ⇢ hamil ahmed, 26.
11:27 p.m.
saturday, june 7th 2008.
hamil’s parent’s house.
omniscient
“shh, shh. be quiet my darling.”
hamil spoke in a sensual, soft whisper as he pinned his girlfriend, aqua’s, thighs to the bed and thrusted into her sloppily and roughly chasing his high. his tone was sweet but it didn’t match the aggressive, feral way he handled her in the moment.
the couple is spending the weekend at hamil’s parent’s house for a family get together and aqua repeatedly told her boyfriend that she won’t be fucking him in his childhood bedroom but somehow here they are. hamil can’t seem to go a day without burying himself deep into aqua’s holes and even though the daily sex is excessive she never turns him down.
“i-i’m trying.”
aqua’s eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head as her hands flew to hamil’s chiseled abs in a weak effort to stop him— knowing deep down inside she doesn’t want him to.
sure there’s a chance that the ahmed’s aren’t asleep and they can hear the bed creaking, the headboard knocking, the sloshing noise and the moans that she’s so desperately is failing to hide.
“bloody hell— gonna bust.”
hamil’s short, tapered curls were slightly damp against his face and his skinny, yet muscular tatted upper body glistened with a light coat of sweat. he’s fucking the dark skinned beauty with all of his might as if he’s fresh out of jail when in all actuality the pair just fucked like this yesterday. that’s how sex is for them all the time though— each session is more passionate than the last.
“ouu right there hamil!”
aqua almost yelled out causing hamil to wrap his hand around her throat— not strong enough to hurt her but just enough pressure to slightly silence her and make her choke on her words as she orgasmed. seconds later the brit’s lips was on hers nastily kissing her as he hard pumped ropes of hot cum along her walls. when he was finished he pulled his soaked manhood out of her tight grasp with a pop and got up from the bed.
“well.. that was quick.”
aqua panted catching her breath. hamil chuckled as he picked up the pillow that he placed between the wall and headboard a few minutes ago to keep it from knocking; it had fallen while he was fucking her and he didn’t dare stop to pick it up.
“what’d you expect? you’ve had man on rock all day, you knew what you were doing with all that teasing innit.”
the american woman rolled her eyes as she laid hot and sweaty. she can’t really protest because she indeed was teasing him— sporting a body hugging dress that showed her legs, wearing his favorite perfume, briefly feeling his dick through his sweats tonight at the dinner table while they ate dinner with his parents and younger brothers. but at the same time anything aqua does turns hamil on and can lead to rounds and rounds of sex any and everywhere.
“you’re such a hornball hamil.”
“you keep calling me all these names but at the end of the day you still gone give that pussy up so i don’t care.”
he pushed the bed closer to the wall so the pillow won’t fall this time. aqua took notice at his sizable dick swelling up again.
“oh really?”
“absolutely. now turn around and arch for me.”
“no.”
aqua crossed her arms on her chest, still laying flat and ass naked as his cum dripped out of her. hamil scoffed, he hated when she played hard to get. her sex was like an addiction to him and when he can’t have it he turns into a fiend.
“no?”
hamil climbed back onto the bed and on top of aqua. straddling her, he uncrossed her arms to reveal her perky, pierced tits. her nipples glistened with jewelry studs that read his initials. he dipped his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“mil, c’mon, stop before your people hear us.”
he didn’t stop— he starting thumbing her juices around her clit in-fact. aqua’s breathing became heavy.
“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
he ignored her as he continued rubbing her pearl. getting on his knees, he propped her leg on his shoulder and gently kissed along her calves and feet; he couldn’t miss this opportunity to suck on her soft, pedicured toes for a bit too.
“mil i—“
aqua’s protest was cut short when her boyfriend dipped down again and started eating her like she was his last supper, hooking his arms under thighs so that she’s not going anywhere. when she realized she was moaning uncontrollably again she put a pillow over her face. the brit snickered at that for a second before sucking and flicking her swollen bud again, this time unhooking one of his arms from underneath her to thrust two of his fingers in her so quickly that it caused her wetness to sound off. ontop of that her muffled whines caused him to moan against her heat intensifying her stimulation.
“y-you’re gonna make me—“
hamil was already drinking the mixture of their juices as she peaked for the second time tonight. when he leaned up he tossed her pillow to the side.
“mhm, now turn around and bend that ass over. i’m not bout to ask again.”
the brit ordered still enjoying the taste of his princess on his tongue. feeling weak, tired and overstimulated she slowly turned around and arched her spine deeply; her glistening heat on full display.
“my perfect little pussy.”
he smacked her ass, spending no time lining up with her entrance. wanting to last longer this time, hamil eased himself leisurely, clenching his jaw.
he couldn’t help but to cum fast when he was in the best pussy he’s ever had attached to the most beautiful woman he’s ever known. his quick nuts never bothered aqua because she’s well aware of the effect that she has on him— and shit he has the same effect on her. they just made it up to each other with multiple rounds everyday.
“so fucking wet. how is man gonna last?”
the brit grunted out in strain as he began long stroking, mesmerized by the way she leaked down her leg and had his dick drenched in more and more milky cream with every thrust.
“what’s new? you always drain easily for me.”
aqua all of a sudden got cocky and began fucking him back. she looked behind her to see hamil’s completely in a daze as he drunkenly watched her thick, soft ass jiggle with each thump to his chiseled abdomen. she bit her lip getting even more turned on by the way he looks.
“and you drain even easier for me. you’re about to cum any second now innit?”
yes.. but she’s not about to admit that.
“shut the fuck up and gimmie that nut you holding back nigga.”
she turned back around giggling.
“ha ha ha.”
hamil mimicked her laugh, abruptly grabbing her hips to fill her pussy up to the rim. his strokes became so deep and forceful his heavy ballsack sloppily slapped her bud each time.
those giggles from aqua immediately became a gasp leading to trail of loud moans and whines.
“now you shut the fuck before you wake the whole house up.”
with his bottom lip knitted between his teeth he slapped the living hell out of her ass cheek making her yelp from the searing pain and intense pleasure combo.
“have i fucked you dumb? didn’t i say stop making all that noise?”
still ramming through her velvety walls, he reached in front of her and stuck his pointer and middle finger deep in her mouth nearly gagging her in an effort to silence her. at this point aqua’s mind is fuzzy and her only focus is the big delicious penis stretching her out and poking at her cervix.
“awuh! feels soo guh-good!”
hamil’s whispering nasty nothings into her ear but all she heard was white noise as her third orgasm of the night washed over her. with a grunt the brit immediately pulled out knowing that swimming in the extra load of wetness would make him cum too.. and he’s not done yet.
“i know you got one more for me darling.”
he spoke in regards to making her orgasm a fourth time as he pushed her down flat on her stomach and straddled her backside.
aqua had a hate-love relationship with this position because even though she felt him the deepest from this angle there was no place to run. she’s just going to have to lay down and take hard dick which is the last thing her sensitive cunt needs right now. how is she going to explain her out of the blue limping to his parents tomorrow at breakfast?!
“i- i really don’t. i can’t.”
aqua’s mind was still in a subspace as he gripped her waist from behind, sliding into her grip and immediately began to dig into her cunt with feral plunges.
“mhm, look at all this ass.”
hamil bit his bottom lip still admiring the way aqua’s dark chocolate colored booty clapped and began to soak with cum with every rough stroke.
he should be more considerate of the fact that even after dating for nearly two years she still hasn’t gotten used to his size. and the way he likes to go round after round he’s fully aware this can lead to her bruising on the inside sometimes but in this moment he doesn’t care.
“please cum f-for me mil. pl-ease.”
hamil’s eyes temporarily rolled to the back of his head hearing her beg in that weak, desperate, fucked out voice of hers— that’s his ultimate weakness. but he refuses to nut until he feels like he’s enjoyed her enough for the night.
“not yet. mhmm. you feel so good to me baby. fuck.”
aqua’s eyes began to water as she ran out of ideas to calm the nature of his sexaholism. instead she laid there moaning and drooling into the bed sheets unable to speak coherent sentences at this point.
“therapy.”
is all aqua could muster to whisper out.
it’s what she’s threatened hamil with every time he succumbs to his strong sexual urges with her. the mention of sex addiction therapy annoys him every time she brings it up because he’s only sexually attracted to her. it’s not like he’s going around shagging every girl he sees. he wouldn’t dare cheat on his masterpiece of a woman. he’s simply just infatuated with his girlfriend which isn’t a crime.. right?
“is it wrong that i’m inlove with you?—“
hamil strengthen his grip on her tiny waist and began overwhelmingly filling her up to the very hilt with this animalistically fast strokes. she whimpered and whined uncontrollably as her body began to bounce off off the bed; her mind clearly off in another dimension.
“you love me too right?”
his baritone voice was laced with extreme lust and desperation as he treated the love of his life like a flesh light chasing his nut, going faster and faster as the seconds went by.
“yes! yes! yes! i-i lo-love you!”
her eyes crossed at the euphoric feeling of him repeatedly jabbing into that gooey spot in her that makes her feel like the horniest woman in the world. at this point neither one of them could hold back their moans and they didn’t care to.
“ugh—shit. gonna nut all in this tight little pussy baby.”
the two came almost simultaneously and hamil placed soothing kisses down his lady’s back as he slowly pulled his length out hoping it can distract her from the slight sting she may feel from him un-stretching her.
“mhmm mil-“
“i’m sorry my love.”
“yeah whatever nigga, that’s what you say every time just to do it again.”
he plopped onside of her feeling a wave if grogginess come over him.
“and you still love me though.”
“debatable.”
aqua joked.
“mmcht. that wasn’t what you was just saying a second ago. “‘yes! yes! yes! i-i lo-love you!’”
hamil mocked her earning a slap from her to his chest.
“oh my god, don’t do me that.”
aqua laughed along with him as they stared at each other with heavy eyelids.
“we should get cleaned up and wash the bed sheets now innit.”
he yawned.
“yeah, let’s do that.”
before the two sexaholics knew it they were fast asleep.
MANIZER (2/2)
| harris dickinson | | lorenzo zurzolo |
◂ (2002)
◂ (milan, italy)
• black lead woman ⇢ celine marcel, 22.
• harris dickinson ⇢ abraham “abe” beckham, 27.
• lorenzo zurzolo ⇢ matteo moretti, 23.
• matilda de angelis ⇢ lucia capaldi, 28.
1:15 p.m.
friday.
don & donna’s digest inc.
| celine |
“i’ve told you already lucia means nothing to me. she can’t compare to you in any way and i do mean any way. princess, you’re the last woman to make me cum.”
i gulped a bit taken aback.. but not shocked. i knew abe was still hung up on me but i didn’t know it was this bad. i’m definitely about to use his vulnerability to my advantage so i can get out of this sticky situation without anyone getting fired or exposed.
“.. fine. when are we going on this date then?”
i wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him lovingly as his six foot two frame towered over mine. if my cheek wasn’t still stinging from when he slapped me just now maybe i would feel something towards him.
abe’s still undeniably attractive but i’m nowhere near inlove with him anymore because of how volatile and toxic our relationship was. being with matteo is truly making me realize that love doesn’t have to be so overwhelmingly toxic.
“tomorrow night. around six. i’ll make reservations for your favorite restaurant.”
“okay then. it’s a date.“
ha! i got his ass smiling from ear to ear. when he leaned in to kiss me i ignored the enticing smell of his cologne and scooted back a bit.
“aht aht. tomorrow.”
i lied to him as i placed my finger on his lips, letting it slide down his chest to his big dick.. which is quite hard might i add. damn, i really still have power over this man.
“heh. oh, okay. you know what? i’ll just go let matteo know we’re through right now matter of a fact.”
i instantly got the bright idea to just go ahead and act like i’m breaking things off with matt right infront of his face to make it seem more believable.
“oh really now?”
“yep.”
i left out of abe’s office already knowing he’s going to peak through the blinds of his office’s window to watch me actually go through with breaking up with matteo— even though i’m not going to i can make it look like we are to get him off my back.
“so what did he say?“
matt eagerly asked as i stepped into his cubicle. i can tell he hasn’t been able to focus on a slice of work since i’ve been in that office. he hates when abraham tries to get to close to me.
“he knows what were doing in your car—“
we both spoke in a hushed tone.
“shit.”
“but he says if i break up with you right now he’ll just forget about it like it never happened. he’s watching us through his office’s window right now—“
matteo looked to see if abe was watching.
“no, don’t look!”
he diverted his eyes back to me quickly.
“but yeah, he’s watching to see if i’ll actually break up with you so we need to make this conversation look like a break up.”
he scrunched his face up.
“okay, let me get this straight.. we just did one of the company’s major don’ts and the ceo is just gonna be okay with that if you stop speaking to me?”
“exactly, but we don’t really have to stop speaking to each other for good. just at work ya know.”
the brunette sneered, scratching his head.
“i feel like a proper boss would’ve just fired us though.”
i crossed my arms, gearing myself up to delude his suspicions about the true nature of abe and i’s relationship.
“okay? and thank god he didn’t right?”
he smacked his lips.
“he only didn’t fire you because he’s obsessed with you. he’s more focused on you being single than not honoring his company’s policy as if he’s about to swoop in and replace me as your lover.. or have i replaced him? or are you sleeping with me and him at the same time? i don’t even know anymore.”
i may fib about a lot of things but i never cheated on matteo.. other than what i just did in that office just now— but that’s hardly cheating right? anyways, i’d never sleep with two men at once. that’s blasphemous.
“woah, woah, woah. where is all of this coming from? i’ve told you over and over again that there’s nothing going on between me and abe nor has there ever been. i mean yeah, it’s clear that he has a crush on me but it doesn’t matter because he can’t break his own company’s rules and i’m with you. hello!”
matteo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms still not convinced.
“so you’ve never and will never fool around with beckham right?”
he stared deeply into my eyes. i swallowed the guilt i feel for being untruthful to him since the day that i met him.
“never.”
i saw a wave of relief wash over my boy toy.
“well.. since all we have to do is look like we’re breaking up, i think the little spat we had just helped our case.”
i giggled.
“yeah, let’s wrap this up cuz i know his weird ass is still staring at us through those blinders—“
we lightly chuckled not trying to break our facade.
“i’m going to just take the train to your apartment after work so it doesn’t cause any suspicion, okay?”
he nodded his head.
“okay.”
“and scene.”
matteo playfully rolled his eyes at me as i walked away from him. i didn’t forget to smirk at the tall ginger man who lurkingly peaked through the blinds of his office’s window.
10 p.m.
saturday.
matteo’s apartment.
| celine |
i spent the whole day with matteo. we shopped, dined, went to a record store and a festival and now we’re in his truck going back to his place.
unfortunately, i had to snuck away from him for a few minutes just to call abe on my motorola flip to let him know that i couldn’t go on that dinner date with him because i had to do a school assignment that came up. i don’t really know how long i can keep abe off of me but i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
“my sweet.”
my boy toy opened the passenger seat for me, jokingly giving me a curtesy bow. i giggled as i stepped out.
“how kind of you my beau.”
he carried all of our bags like a true gentleman as we walked towards his apartment building.
“i wonder what my surprise is.”
the fluffy haired man told me bought something for me at one of the shops we went to earlier and i’m dying to know what it is.
“and as soon as we get inside of my place you’ll see what it is. be patient.”
he smiled at me.
“oh, what’s this?”
we made it to his doorstep and a package on the the welcome matt caught my eye. i picked up the brown box observing it.
“there’s no name on it or address.”
i told him as he twisted his key in the door.
“just bring it inside.”
i walked through the front door and he followed after me closing and locking it. he placed the bags down putting his focus on this mysterious package. he quickly got out a box cutter and opened the box— inside there was just a vcr tape.
“what the fuck?”
“that’s it? it’s just a tape with no label on it?”
i’m so extremely lost. who would just leave a random box with a tape inside lying around and why?
“yeah.. i guess we should go ahead and play it. i have no clue what it could be.”
i sighed as we walked to his living room.
“oh god, i hope whatever’s on this tape doesn’t ruin my mood because i’ve been having a good day.”
“stesso.”
matteo muttered as he slid the tape into the vcr player and we both stood onside of each other waiting for the video to play.
at first the recording was pitch black until i the heard the click of a light switch lighting up the room which i quickly realized is abraham’s bedroom in his mansion. my stomach instantly dropped.
“what?”
i muttered, staring at the television in horror. as soon as i heard me and abe’s giggles in the background i instantly remembered the night this video was shot. this was the last time we had sex, days before we broke up six months ago.
we went out to a club, both got super drunk and abe caught some guy flirting with me so we got into a huge yelling match in front of everyone there. all i remember is that fight at the club and getting back to his mansion and having wild sex— i had no clue this shit was being filmed though.
i’d never agree to getting fucked on camera, no matter how much abe urged me to. i guess he sensed that our relationship was coming to an end and decided to set up a camera knowing we’d get back home and have do the deed. gross.
“okay, that’s enough.”
i quivered on the verge of tears as i tried to grab the remote from his hand but he quickly yanked his hand away pausing the footage on a still of me dropping to my knees looking up at abraham about to unbuckle his pants.
“no! this is literally you celine!”
matteo voice cracked as he raised it the loudest i’ve heard him raise it. i looked anywhere but at his face.
“look at me!”
i slowly turned to look at the man with a tear streaming down my face. i can see the wheels turning in his head as the delusions i fed him faded away and reality set in.
“you’ve been lying to me since the day we met but i knew it! i knew you were fucking him!—“
he hissed at me venomously.
“but this video was six months ago, i haven’t slept with him since—“
“but you told me you didn’t sleep with him at all! what the fuck is the truth celine?!”
i shook my head, full on sobbing now.
“w-we did date okay.. we dated for a year and a half but it was so toxic that i broke it off with him six months ago—“
“so i was your rebound?”
he venomously hissed at me.
“n-no, no. i really like you matteo. i just didn’t want you knowing about me and abe because.. because i take my job seriously and i didn’t want anybody thinking i slept my way to the top.”
he squinted his eyes at me.
“i would’ve never told anyone about what happened with you and beckham. hell! we’re breaking the same rules! what’s the real reason you hid all of this from me?!”
i almost spoke until my motorola flip that was on the living room’s coffee table started ringing, matteo quickly picked it up before i could.
“hah, oh look, it’s beckham.”
he angrily spoke passive aggressively. you have got to be fucking kidding me?!
matteo put my cellular phone to his ear waiting for abe to speak.
| matteo |
“hellooo? celine my darling?”
all i feel right now is pure rage. i sighed disgusted with this entire situation.
“it’s matteo, you pathetic excuse of a man.”
my boss laughed maniacally on the line.
“i take it you you’ve watched the tape now innit? which part did you enjoy the most? celine sucking me off? or me dining on her pussy? or me fucking her from the back? and the side? and the front?”
he laughed even louder, i clenched my jaw looking over to celine who was shaking and crying. usually it would pain me to see her sad, but the love i thought i had for her is fading away by the second.
“look at what you subjected me to celine.”
“i’m so sorry matteo.”
the woman sniffled out.
“oh yeah? my pretty little liar’s over there innit? psh! she told me she had a colly assignment to get done and that’s why we couldn’t go on our date today.“
i scoffed. it’s devastating finding out that the woman i’ve been head over heels for isn’t even real.
“a date?”
“yes mate, a date. after i took her into my office yesterday she agreed to break up with you and go on a date with me today as long as i didn’t expose our past relationship to you. but once she gave me that bullshit excuse about having to do school work on a saturday i just knew she was trying to run game on me. so hey, fuck it. i decided to deliver you our sex tape to show you the type of woman she really is.”
it took me a few moments to take all of that in. i just knew she was in that office doing something she had no business doing!
“is this true?”
i looked at her wickedly, trying my hardest to fight back tears. before she could answer abraham did it for her.
“yes, yes, yes. i have no reason to lie. just look at her call log and you’ll see that she called me earlier today to cancel the date.”
i shook my head at her, quickly wiping away a tear that fell. at this point i’ve heard enough.
“i quit, i want my last check mailed to me.”
i can hear the evil fuck get excited on other side of the phone.
“you’re giving my girl back to me and i don’t have to fire you and pay for your unemployment?! brilliant!”
i rolled my eyes.
“and also, don’t even think about leaking that sex tape unless you want to be sued for every penny you’re worth.”
i sucked my teeth.
“i actually wasn’t planning on it, not everyone’s a loser like you beckham. karma’s a bitch.”
i slammed celine’s flip phone shut and tossed it over to her. i pulled the vcr tape out of it’s player, threw it my fireplace, lit a match and set it ablaze. celine continued to violently sob as she came to stand next to me.
“matteo i’m so sorry, can we please just start ov—“
“ya know, the surprise was actually a promise ring. i was going to ask you to officially be my girlfriend yet again but i see now that was going to be a bust anyways. you would’ve said no like you always do—“
i kept my focus on watching the fire melt the big block of plastic away.
“n-no i—“
“yes you would’ve. you’re still stuck on that man cuz unfortunately you’re just as dysfunctional and manipulative as he is and to be frank you two deserve each other.”
i shook my head as i just let the water works roll down my cheeks. i’m absolutely heartbroken that there’s no way to repair what me and celine had after tonight. even if i tried i wouldn’t be able to trust a word that comes out of her mouth ever again.
celine gasped in response.
“no d-don’t say that. i want you and only you my beau. i never meant to hurt you—“
“but you did celine. and you’re just going to continue to hurt people if you don’t heal whatever’s inside of you that’s craving toxicity.”
she sniffled, putting her hands on my chest in a nurturing way. i still refused to make eye contact with her.
“and you’re right, i’ll go to therapy. okay? i’ll learn to be more honest. we can still make this work.”
she frantically begged. i’ve never seen her like this before nor have i ever thought the manizer would ever beg a man for forgiveness. i can tell she’s being sincere and maybe one day i can actually forgive her but today’s not that day.
“go to therapy for yourself celine.”
with that statement she took the hint and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“i wish you the best matteo.”
she said before finally leaving out.
11 p.m.
saturday.
| omniscient |
as soon as celine left matteo’s house she began driving towards abe’s estate, slipping out of sadness and falling more into rage by the second. she knows good and well she’s wrong for lying to matteo about her past with abe but that make her any less furious about the fact abe tried to show the guy she liked a non consensual tape of the two of them in the act. the manizer actually never wants to see him again but she can’t fight back the the urge to go over there to see if he has anymore sneaky footage lingering around.
“whew, here we go.”
exhaling deeply, ms. marcel parked her car in the driveway of abraham’s mansion. it took her a few seconds of meditation before finally hopping out and making it to his front door to ring the doorbell. after a minute or so abe finally opened the door with a smirk on his face and a blunt in his hand. his attitude is just as calm and relaxed as his outfit— a backwards fitted cap, an oversized tee, baggy sweats and the gold chain he never takes off which is currently tucked inside of his shirt.
“ahh, i was waiting for you.”
the tall, blue eyed ginger looked her short, slim yet curvy physique up and down as she rolled her eyes, mugging him in return.
“i’m just here to see if you have anymore footage of me that i don’t know about since you’re a bigger pervert than i thought.”
celine quickly walked past him, heading up the stairs towards his bedroom.
“oh?! so now i’m a pervert?”
he followed her fast footsteps closely.
“yes, anybody who secretly films themselves having sex with a person then proceeds to try to show other people is a certified pervert abraham.”
celine reached abraham’s spacious, prestigiously decorated master bedroom and began frantically searching through his drawers and closet making a mess as she did so. the millionaire just leaned against his door frame, cooly blowing his joe. he’s just happy to have the love of his life in his home after all these months. he knew doing something as crazy as delivering his own sex tape to the very door of the man she’s moved on to would rile her up enough to have her back into his arms again for at least a second.
“are you done now?”
he asked calmly after she threw the very camcorder that he used to secretly record them that night across the wall, shattering it to pieces.
“ugh! i fucking hate you!”
celine stomped towards the man, slapping the smoke right out of his mouth. he chuckled in response, rubbing his jaw as he ashed out his blunt.
“i love you too my darling.”
abe’s relaxed attitude due to him being self medicated only boiled the woman’s blood even more. she went to punch him and he grabbed her wrist which resulted in her trying to punch him with her other hand so he swiftly grabbed her other wrist and pinned her to the wall.
“you’ve been crying?”
abe finally took a good look at his brownskinned beauty and realized her brown doe eyes were slightly red and puffy.
“matteo was good for me and you ruined that. of course i’ve been crying.”
he scoffed— aggravated at the fact that his girl was starting to genuinely grow feelings for another man but also relieved that he did in-fact hinder their relationship from sailing.
“if i hadn’t ruined it, you would’ve sooner or later anyways. face it darling, you’re not equipped to properly love anybody.”
the second abe said that it finally clicked for celine. she’s spent her whole life not wanting to trust anyone so in return she gives people reasons not to trust her so she doesn’t end up attached. she self sabotages things before they get the chance to ruin her and that’s something she desperately will work on fixing after tonight. but as for right now.. she’s going to fuck abraham beckham one last time.
suddenly celine’s anger turned into lust as she caught whiff of abe’s musky cologne and the bulge that grew in his sweats. her getting aggressive with him almost always turns him on. she used her knee to massage his crotch as she looked up at him yearningly.
he spent no time french kissing her lips and feverishly fondling her body. he’s been wanting to have his way with her for months and he can barely contain himself now that he’s finally got the chance to do it. in seconds their clothing was scattered on the floor and celine was being picked up against the wall about to have hard dick inside of her.
“wait, where’s your condom?”
“we haven’t used those in ages.”
“but—“
abe filled her up to the hilt and he groaned at how welcoming her warm, tight walls hugged around him snugly. he slowly began moving in and out of her.
“sh-shit abe!”
celine wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his shoulder trying to keep herself from moaning at how good the feeling of him stretching her out felt.
“fuck i missed you so much my darling.”
he kept a grip on her hips as he slid her up and down his large length while walking them both towards the bed.
“lie down, i wanna see you take me.”
he whispered as they both settled into missionary. missionary is his favorite because he gets to see celine’s pretty face, her beautiful body and the lewd sight of her tight, wet pussy engulfing him over and over again.
“bloody hell, you still get so wet for me.”
his strokes became deeper and faster as he took pride in knowing that she’s enjoying this out of world experience just as much as he is right now.
“uh-abe—“
celine can barely open her eyes to see abraham’s chain dangle in her face or his eyes threatening to roll back or his very chiseled abs and arms muscle tighten with each thrust.
“yes my love?”
he can barely hear her over the bed creaking, the squelching noises or the sound of his own groans of pleasure.
“sl-slow down.”
in return he pins her flexible legs to the bed and sped his pace up. celine’s eyes completely rolled back as she felt herself entering a subspace of pure euphoria.
“did you miss this as much as i did celine?”
he knelt down to her ear and whispered into it.
“oh fuck yes.”
she clawed at his broad back. he chuckled at how vulnerable he has her again.
“you love me? are you only for me now?”
abe looked her dead in the eyes, only centimeters away from her face. his large hand found her throat as he steadily plowed his heavy slab deeply through her walls. so deep to the point where he knows good and well whatever she says next will be a dickmatized lie. he still wants to hear her say it though.
“i love you s-so much! yes! yes!”
her world went black for a second as she came hard.
only two men have ever fucked celine to the point of mindless euphoria and submission and abraham is one of them.
“fuck! bloody hell.”
the millionaire swiftly pulled himself out of his personal heaven because he knew if he was in there a millisecond longer he would’ve nutted prematurely as well and he’s nowhere near done with her.
“lay down.”
celine demanded, abe willfully obliged. looks like she isn’t done with him either. he admired her slim, caramel toned body glistening with sweat and her long curls swelling into a frizzier afro as she sunk down onto his thick, long dick. she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.
“so beautiful. i want you to be mine forever.”
she ignored him as she begin riding him on her tippy toes. his mouth fell agape at how skilled she had become at taking his length.
“tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.”
a bit of abraham’s insecurity spilled out suddenly.
“you’re top two.”
she moaned out. she can’t pick between him or matteo but at least she’s honest about it.
“mhmm fuck— get on your knees for me.”
he suggested she stopped riding him on her feet and started riding him on her knees so he can began fucking into her. but aht aht, celine didn’t want him to take control again just yet.
“i’m in charge right now baby.”
his lust filled eyes stayed glued on the woman as she rode him harder, dripping in so much wetness that it was nastily making a mess where their privates met. he smacked her round ass and rested his hands on her small waist.
“sh-shit! you’re gonna make me bust too early.”
he moaned out, struggling to speak. celine chuckled.
“and why is that baby?”
“your pussy feels too good darling.”
she provocatively bit her bottom lip looking down at the gorgeous british man.
“exactly.”
the cordless landline telephone began ringing on the nightstand onside of the creaking bed. at first they were both in such a daze that they ignored it but after the up-tenth ring celine took the phone off the hook.
“hello? who keep calling this phone like this?”
celine breathlessly answered still bouncing up and down on the thick, juicy dick with so much intention that her hair and perky tits swayed along with her.
“uh?! this is lucia, who the fuck are you?!”
lucia heard a snicker on the line along with headboard knocking, the bouncing of a bed spring and a man moaning— it sounds like it could be abraham but the few times that they’ve slept together she had never heard him moan.
“somebody whose fucking the shit out of your man. matter of fact i don’t think he’s your man anymore, ain’t that right abraham?”
celine put the phone to abe’s mouth and didn’t give a piece of a fuck who was on the other line. he was too focused on the nut he had approaching from how well the love of his life squeezed around him.
“we’re through lady, leave me alone.”
with his dick buried deep inside of celine, he even even forgot lucia’s name. there was frantic crying and cursing on the line but the manizer slammed the phone back on the hook before she could hear anymore.
“fuck that was so hot celine.”
abe grabbed celine’s face and began tongue tangoing with her as he planted his feet on the bed digging in her puffy cunt with hard thrusts.
“yes! fuck me abe!”
and that’s what he did all night in any and every position they could think of. they both knew that was their last time being intimate like this or maybe even seeing each other. celine marcel knew she would have to find another job and maybe even move away to begin a fresh start to receive the help that she needed in the future but as for the present she’s going to enjoy her last night being a manizer.
MANIZER (1/2)
| harris dickinson | | lorenzo zurzolo |
◂ (2002)
◂ (milan, italy)
• black lead woman ⇢ celine marcel, 22.
• harris dickinson ⇢ abraham “abe” beckham, 27.
• lorenzo zurzolo ⇢ matteo moretti, 23.
• matilda de angelis ⇢ lucia capaldi, 28.
12:25 p.m.
friday.
don & donna’s digest inc.
| celine |
“mhmm. this pasta tastes even better than it did last night matteo.”
having the break room to ourselves; i cooed enjoying the taste of left over pesto linguine that my boy toy, matteo, cooked for us the night before while i was staying over at his apartment. even though we’re not official, we’ve been dating for four months. we met through our workplace, “donna & don’s digest” romance magazine incorporation and we both work here as journalists; i’ve been here for two years and matteo was hired just five months ago.
“i’m glad you don’t mind a leftover my sweet.”
matteo rested his head on his hand, watching me slurp my noodles in adoration. he speaks in a super thick italian accent since it’s his first language so whenever he speaks in english it sounds really broken up but i find it super hot.
he was born and raised here in italy while i was born and raised in america and i’ve been here for four years attending university of milan. i do still have italian lineage on my dad’s side though; hence why my last name is marcel.
“are you just going to spend your whole lunch break just staring at me?”
i took notice to matt barely touching his food due to lack of appetite. usually he gets a coffee and some cigarettes in him and then he’s good to go. i find it funny because he actually has a dire passion for cooking.
“sì, i’d do this all day if i could.”
i rolled my eyes chuckling.
“i can’t help it, you’re just so pretty and i’m just so lucky. also, the sound that you are making with the pesto is reminding me of what you did to me last night.”
woah?! i almost choked on my noodle.
“see, exactly, the slurping, the choking. it’s reminiscent.”
i erupted with laughter while matt just sat there dead serious. he’s pretty straightforward and rarely jokes about anything; which to me is funny.
“your mind is always in the gutter.”
i shook my head sipping my water and dabbing my mouth with a napkin after, making sure to not ruin my lipstick.
“missed a spot mi amor.”
my beautiful boy toy scooted over to me and gently licked the spec of sauce from the corner of my mouth— of course this turned into a heated make out session with him picking me up and putting me onto his lap in a straddling position. my eyes widen as he slapped my ass and i began to feel just how hard his crotch is.
“uh, matty, literally anybody can come in right now—“
he went on to hungrily kissing my neck.
“ya know.. hmm.. the policy baby.”
i reminded him about our company’s “no dating co-workers” policy as i wrapped my hands around his neck and closed my eyes enjoying the friction i was getting from matteo gripping my waist and dry humping me from below.
“fuck the policy, i wanna fuck you right here.”
i nervously giggled as he unbuttoned my blouse and swiftly slipped my pierced nipple into his mouth. we’ve fucked in wild places before but never at work. but nothing shocks me with matteo because he’s truly a care-free, spontaneous wild card— a lot like me but he’s next level.
“okay, okay uh—“
i tried to get up but found myself confined in his strong grasp. i looked over to the clock on the wall.
“we still have like thirty minutes left, let’s take this to your truck.”
he suddenly looked up at me smirking deviously.
-
the pretty italian man lied there flat against the backseat of his five percent tinted truck speaking in tongues with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as i rode him. i bit my lip trying to hold back moans at the pretty sight and the full feeling of his hard dick stuffing me.
“per favore vieni per me dolcezza.”
“please cum for me my sweet” my boy toy hazily looked up at me begging me to orgasm in italian. he always makes sure i cum first no matter what.
“you first beau.”
i smirked challenging him. i usually am some what of a dominant woman who likes to take charge but i find it sexy when men can handle me as well.
without warning matteo’s hands gripped my waist and he began thrusting his length into me deeply and quickly.
“oh fawk matteo!”
i accidentally yelled out causing matt to calmly “shh” me and pull me down to his chest in an attempt to swallow my moans with his mouth all the while of steadily drilling me. even though his vehicle is tinted to the max, we still have to be quiet because we’re in the employee’s parking lot.
“matty! y-you’re so dee—“
i tried to lift off of his chiseled chest a bit but he only wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“shh, shh. i know my celine. mhm, you feel so divine as always.”
i buried my face in the crook of his neck as he continued to praise my pussy in his soft and sweet yet baritone voice while feverishly fucking me dumb. the whole truck is shaking, even my muffled whines are loud and his heavy ball sack hitting my ass cheeks with every thrust along with the sloshing noises of my ongoing wetness is sounding off.
only two men have ever fucked me to the point of mindless euphoria and submission and matteo is one of them.
“good girl.”
matty slapped my ass as i finally gushed all over him; nearly blacking out from how hard i just orgasmed. immediately after i felt a burst of his condom and his thrusting became slower and slower as we lustfully but passionately tongued each other down.
i’m really afraid at how much i’ve grown to like this man. he’s handsome, the sex is amazing, he shows me all five acts of service genuinely, he introduces me to new things— he’s pretty much perfect. the only problem here is that i’ve always had commitment issues and my last relationship only worsened my feelings about romance.
“i can’t believe we just did this at work.”
i panted, pulling myself off him.
“with ten minutes to spare.”
he breathily stated, glancing at his wrist watch.
we cleaned ourselves up with wet wipes, got redressed and fixed ourselves up the best way we could. my makeup and hair still looked somewhat a mess but matteo on the other hand looks as good as he did before we fooled around.
“how do i look my sweet?”
he spritzed cologne on himself adding his last final touch. i looked at the icy blue eyed brunette dumbfounded.
“boy you look the same. the real question is how do i look?”
“i’ve told you a million times you look amazing. you’re makeup isn’t as fresh but i like the smudgey eye look—“
matteo answered with blatant honesty.
“i promise, nobody’s going to know that your mascara is runny because you cried on my dick.”
we snickered hopping out of the backseat of the truck through the same door.
“thank god nobody’s out here.”
i exhaled in relief.
“and why is that?”
i almost jumped at the random outburst from the familiar british voice behind us.
the both of us turned around to see our boss and ceo, abraham beckham, walking towards us. i thought he took off today so it’s a shock to see him randomly pop up on in this parking lot.
my heart began to thump harshly inside of my chest wondering how long he was out here for. the windows are so dark we weren’t able to know if anyone was around.
“oh! hey mr. beckham.”
“sup.”
me and matt collectively ignored his question as the tall blue eyed man walked toward us.
“hello ms. marcel. moretti. i took half of the day off and decided to take my lunch break in my car, i see you two did the same as well.. together.”
abe has a huge fake smile plastered on his face as he speaks. i looked to matteo who looks unbothered.
the two men don’t really like each other. abe only hired matt because he’s highly qualified in journalism and the rest of the company really wanted him; unfortunately matt can tell where he isn’t wanted so he just keeps to himself and does his job.
“yeah, we had tomato pesto linguine. what did you eat in your car.. alone?”
i bit my lip nervously at matt slickly mocking our boss. abe scoffed passive aggressively in response. you can cut the tension with a knife.
“i fear my stomach is too upset to eat.”
our boss looked us up and down, painfully enunciating his words as if he was choking down a cry of anger.
“okay, i think we should go inside now. time to get to work.”
i peppily suggested acting oblivious.
“yeah, but actually celine, i need to have a word with you in my office about the research essay you just turned in.”
matteo lightly sneered.
“okay, cool.”
the three of us began to walk and i tried my hardest to stride as if i didn’t just get plowed by a pretty sizable dick but i’m failing. of course abe took notice with a disgusted look on his face.
“are you okay ms. marcel?”
beckham seethed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as if he’s trying to help me walk straight. matteo cooly strided behind us.
“i’m great, just a new exercise class i’ve taken recently.”
the boss sucked his teeth walking fast which in return made me walk faster.
“i bet.”
i glanced back to see matt looking confused as ever but he still went to his cubicle and abraham basically threw me into his office’s room.
as soon as he closed his door i felt the hardest slap i’ve ever felt in my life causing me to stumble backward and then to the floor. my eyes began to tear up at the searing pain i felt.
i guess this is the result of having a boss whose an obsessive ex and a coworker as fling.
unfortunately, the main reason why abe and matt don’t like each other is because of me.
matt knows abe is attracted to me and has asked me several times if we’ve ever had anything going on which i’ve lied and said no to avoid unnecessary drama.
on the other hand abe has had his suspicions about me and matt for quite some time too.. and unfortunately he’s finally caught us.
| abraham |
i almost balled up my fists at celine but i quickly turned them to prayer hands as i tilted my head back and closed my eyes trying my very hardest to calm
myself down.
“god please give me the strength— give me the strength to not burn this building down to ashes.”
“now why the fuck would he listen to an asshole like you abe?”
i guess she’s right because i don’t feel any type of strength to refrain me from murdering this woman and then going out there and murdering the guy she was just fucking loudly in the toyota just a few minutes ago.
i began angrily walking towards her and she crawled away from me backwards.
“i’ve asked you time and time again, celine are you fucking matteo? no abe, he isn’t my type. we’re just friends. i’d never sleep with anybody else at the company. we literally just broke up, i’m not that kind of a girl to move on that fast. you’re delusional. it’s all in your head. blah blah blah—“
i mocked her as she continued to crawl backwards, clearly intimidated by my anger.
“like a fucking idiot, i believed you so i let my guard down. you had me stressing so bad that i took a vacation leave for a month just to come back last week to rumors about you two being too close for comfort.”
she furrowed a brow, looking as if she wanted to ask me who in the workplace snitched but she didn’t want to upset me farther.
“ya know, i must say you’re sneaky but not sneaky enough. i just knew the one day where you thought i wouldn’t be at work would be the day that you both took your lunch together. what i didn’t know was that you’d hop in his car and scream out his name loud enough for the entire city of milan to hear. i can’t even get the bloody image of the truck rocking back and fourth, how could you let him—“
just regurgitating the scene i just watched from my car is making me even more furious.
i charged towards her and she quickly hopped to her feet just to get backed into a corner by me. i gripped her by the neck.
“the audacity of you!”
she kept a brave face and didn’t let a tear fall.
“abraham calm down, we didn’t even mean to—“
“how long have you lot been shagging?”
the brown skinned woman gulped before speaking.
“around four months.”
i sighed in disgust.
“but he’s only been here for five.. we’ve only been broken up for six.. we were together for a year and a half and you just immediately threw it away like that?”
celine’s the only woman i’ve taken seriously since i moved to milan and that says a lot because i came here four years ago. my main focus was to expand my mother’s popular british magazine “donna & don’s digest” to italy. along the way i met celine when she was a twenty year old college sophomore and even though she isn’t a college graduate yet i bent the rules only for her because i was so drawn to her beauty, confidence, work ethic and intelligence.
at first celine didn’t give me the time of day and kept it strictly business with me but half a year into knowing her she finally let me take her out on a date. i didn’t even have sex with her until after nine months of knowing her in total. what the fuck is so special about matteo moretti that she gives her pussy up to him only after a few weeks of knowing him?
“you sound so crazy abe, you’re in a whole nother relationship too.”
i gritted my teeth.
“who? lucia? i just met her a few weeks ago and i already know i don’t want the bitch. how does that compare to you breaking up with me and then only two months later sleeping with somebody you don’t even know? what the fuck does he have that i don’t?”
my grip became tighter on her neck.
“peace. tranquility. confidence.. i don’t ever have to worry about matteo putting his hands on me or getting mad at me for speaking to another man platonically.. plus his life is more than just money and work all the damn time.”
celine struggled to choke her words out through my clutch. i scoffed.
she’s saying this as if she didn’t spend most of the relationship lying to me which resulted in me getting mad and maybe going as far as slapping her— mind you sometimes she would hit me first! we’re both guilty of a little domestic violence here and there. as far as money goes, matteo barely has any of it so of course he has more spare time to not focus on work. the only thing that bothers me is her saying that he doesn’t get mad at her for speaking to other men; as if i don’t see how annoyed he gets whenever i speak to her in front of him.
“when he asks about us, what do you tell him then? because i know he’s suspicious.”
“there is no us—“
knowing how much of a liar celine is i already know moretti doesn’t know about our past relationship and she most likely just tells him his suspicions are hallucinations.
“but there used to be. does he know i had you living in my mansion, wining and dining you, showing you the world, pleasuring your every hole?—“
the only thing we didn’t do in our relationship is tell our families about each other because of course if my mom knew about us breaking the policy she implemented for her business celine wouldn’t be able to work here anymore.
“shut up!”
the petite woman pushed me off of her with all her might. i smirked.
“you really think your peaceful, tranquil moretti wouldn’t get mad at you if he found out about us? i should just go out there and tell him now actually—“
i turned around and walked towards the door but celine jumped in front of me, pushing her little hands on my chest.
“no! wait! abe please no! i— i’ll just break it off with him.”
i smacked my lips.
“c’mon celine—”
“no seriously, i’ll just give him the news after our shift is over today. i need to focus on graduating and i really don’t have time to deal with this drama you’re trying to cause right now.”
she spoke so smoothly and sensually that it clouded my judgement. is this just another fib?
“oh really?”
“really.”
“fuck me.”
she screwed her face up.
“excuse me?!”
“let me take you out. let me make love to you again. give us another proper chance since you’re done with him now.”
i wrapped my arms around her by her petite waist pulling her close not even caring that she was just with another man. it seems as if she wants to pull away from me but she doesn’t.
“i just said i need to focus on school and work. there’s no man in that equation abe.”
she stared at me with those pretty, chocolate colored doe eyes instantly making my anger melt away and believe every fib she says.
“but i miss seeing you outside of here, don’t you miss me too darling?”
i spoke sensually, caressing the same cheek that i slapped. i haven’t been this close in proximity to her since our break up and i’m mentally losing my mind.
“but you have a girlfriend—“
i sighed.
“i’ve told you already lucia means nothing to me. she can’t compare to you in any way and i do mean any way. princess, you’re the last woman to make me cum.”
celine gulped clearly taken but i can tell she takes pride in that statement. she should because unfortunately it’s true. she has the best pussy i’ve ever had the privilege to indulge in and i always used to tell her that.
“.. fine. when are we going on this date?”
she wrapped her arms around my neck. i can feel myself stiffening.
“tomorrow night. around six. i’ll make reservations for your favorite restaurant.”
she smiled up at me innocently, my heart is melting.
“okay then. it’s a date.“
i smiled from ear to ear, leaning into her. our lips almost met until she scooted back a bit.
“aht aht. tomorrow.”
she put her finger on my mouth and let it slide down my chest to my crotch. she gave me a lustful look after she realized that i have a hard on.
“heh. oh, okay. you know what? i’ll just go let matteo know we’re through right now matter of a fact.”
i looked at her taken aback as she walked backwards towards the door.
“oh really now?”
“yep.”
and with that she turned around with a twirl and left out of my office. of course i’m peaking out of my blinds and watching her next moves.
surely enough she did go up to moretti in his cubicle and they spoke for about five minutes. i can tell by his facial expressions that he wasn’t pleased with what she was saying. right before she walked away from him he rolled his eyes and she looked over to my office’s window— already knowing i’m looking through it— and gave me a smirk.
well i guess she really did just break off whatever she had with that dork for me. i knew all i would need to do is press her and she’d be back in my palm like putty again.
Hi!!! Will you make baby momma a series or write more Tyriq/Cameron fics?
hey! i don’t have any plans on making that a series but i’m currently working on new tyriq short story (that’ll have multiple parts) so pls just bare with me. but thank you for reading, i appreciate you sweetie! <3
i’m 26 years old so i’ve always been on tumblr but i’ve never posted my writing on here before so bare with me. i barely know wtf i’m doing fr. i usually post my stories to my wattpad account but they want to be assholes & delete my work that was getting recognition so i’m here i am now. i have a good bit of short stories that i’ll be posting on here soon.
but anyways, i write ALL of my stories in my iphone/macbook notes and then post them to fanfiction websites. my greatest piece of advice is to never rely on websites like tumblr or wattpad to just post one copy of your writing to because you never know when your hard work will be randomly deleted without you even getting a warning about it.
BABY MAMA DRAMA
tyriq withers
◂ (2026)
◂ (miami, florida)
• black lead woman ⇢ keisha “keke” clancy, 27.
• tyriq withers ⇢ cameron cade, 28.
• heather harris ⇢ jasmine hills, 29.
• marayeann ⇢ tatiana, 26.
• enternetheartthrob ⇢ asia, 28.
| preface |
for the past six months keisha clancy has been exclusively dating an extremely rich six foot five hunk of a man whose famous for being one of the best quarterbacks in the country. cameron cade treats her like a queen, spoils her rotten and has introduced her to the true meaning of a whirlwind romance.
he’s almost perfect. only problem is that he has a five year old son and a batshit baby mama.
cameron cade and his ex-girlfriend, jasmine hills, met in college and indulged in an on and off toxic relationship for years— the situation lasted much longer than cam ever intended. initially, after the first few months of dating he felt that their relationship was fizzling out so he tried to breakup with jas only to find out that she was surprisingly expecting a baby.
only in his early twenties and in the middle of being drafted, the last thing the young footballer wanted to be was a father tied down in a relationship— but he did what he thought he had to do. he was newly famous and wealthy so he didn’t want to be immediately put on child support and looked at as a broken home maker so he decided to give their relationship another chance solely for their child.
after his son, messiah, was born cameron fell in love with him and intended on keeping him as happy as he could be. it was no longer about a facade of looking like a great father but about the actuality of being one.
while the birth of messiah matured cameron, it did the complete opposite for jasmine. she became more bitter and angry because she knew the only reason why the man she loves doesn’t love her back and is only putting up with her because they have a child together. nonetheless she’s a good mom but she thought she’d be a wife too. she predicted that he would magically fall in love with her and that they’d be a happy family.
instead cameron would over train and envelop himself in his career as an excuse to create distance between him and his baby’s mom— and she knew that. it got to a point where she grew tired of fronting on social media as if their relationship was healthy. she would claim him all day and night but she was never mentioned in any interviews and he appeared to the media as a single man.
after so many threats of saying she’s going to “air his dog ass out to his fans” and “leave him and put him on child support” he encouraged her to do it. he was ready to move the wicked woman out of his mansion and to settle a split custody situation in court — and that they did.
now almost two years later their co-parenting relationship went decent as long as cameron remained single— to jasmine’s knowledge. he had a few quick flings here but never anyone he cared enough about to claim publicly— not until keisha came along.
cam met keisha on a flight while she was working as a flight attendant and immediately became obsessed with her. she’s the complete opposite of his baby mama. even with a big following on social media simply for being pretty and stylish, she kept her life private. all strangers would ever know about her is that she’s drop dead gorgeous, put together and confident. she didn’t care to share with anyone what her profession, passions or hobbies were or that wealthy men often courted her and tricked on her for no reason. it was actually cam who hard launched their relationship first making the public aware that they’re dating— that’s when all hell broke loose.
suddenly the quaterback began having issues with getting his baby’s mother to let him see his son. she started posting throwbacks of when they were together. making fake pages to try to torment keisha. downplaying their relationship, calling her a “pump then dump”.
it was a lot for the flight attendant who is used to a peaceful, private life. she’s never been deeply involved with a man with children and this is exactly why.
cameron truly adores his girlfriend so he tries his best to not scare her off with his hectic schedule and baby mama drama. so after every headline of jasmine being a weirdo came huge gifts for keisha— money, baecations, vacations for her and her friends, purses, shopping sprees, jewelry, anything keisha’s heart desires.
friday night
11 a.m.
cameron’s mansion
| omniscient |
“and for this shit right here i want a fucking house! yeah nigga buy me a three story house hoe!”
keisha tipsily slurred. she’s currently in the living room getting wine drunk with her bestfriends, asia and tatiana. her girls really weren’t supposed to be there (since cameron didn’t want anyone in his mansion uninvited by him) but she needed company after seeing instagram stories of cameron at the birthday party jasmine is threw for messiah.
to keisha’s knowledge they were supposed to have two separate parties so he can avoid jasmine. his baby mama was having her party this weekend and he was having his party next weekend so why in the fuck is he over there showing all thirty-two of his teeth?!
“i mean it is fucked up that he didn’t tell you he was going to her party but at the end of the day he’s only there for his son. i ain’t seen a video yet where he’s even looking that crazy bitch’s way.”
asia chimed in as the voice of reason, like the angel on her shoulder.
“nah, fuck that. it’s crazy that he ain’t tell her. jasmine dumb ass already got people thinking he be sneak dicking her down. him randomly being seen with her in public just gone fuel the rumors even more.”
tatiana snarkily remarked as she polished off her second glass of wine, much like the devil on her shoulder.
all keisha could do was sigh because she saw both of their points and she was pissed at the situation she put herself in. she’d never say it out loud but she’s actually falling in love with cameron— a man who already has a child, a controlling ex girlfriend, a demanding career and thousands of women who’d be ready to drop down on their knees for him right now. that’s not somebody you’d take serious and see a future with.
“yeah, i’ma have to break up with baldy for good. this ain’t it.”
keisha and her friends snickered at the “baldy” remark. her man likes to where his hair buzzed down short so that’s their little nick name for him whenever he’s not around.
“don’t do him that, that man loves you.”
asia rolled her eyes. she’s definitely the number one keisha and cameron stan. every time keisha pondered on leaving him asia would be right there to change her mind.
“mmcht, ain’t enough love in the world bruh. i like cam for you but it’s that damn bm he got. how’d he make her so crazy over him? i don’t ever want dick that fucking good, that bitch needs to be put down.”
tatiana poured up another glass.
“well i don’t know about the dick but he a eater fasho.”
keke quickly reminisced on the last time cam went down on her a week ago, around the last time she saw him. he’s been busy training upstate and requested for her to be at his house tonight so they can spend the weekend together since he flew back in town earlier today. but instead he’s over there within the same vicinity as the very woman whose dangerously infactuates with him. the audacity.
“see! you’ve been dating this man for what? six? seven months? and he’s spoiled you rotten without demanding your body in return. that’s love.”
asia said, ever so slightly turning down the rhythm and blues music playing on the flat screen.
“no fa real, you got that nigga sprung. have you even given him head yet?”
tati asked.
“hell nah. just one lazy, dry ass handjob in the bed one night. i know he really fuck with me because he actually nutted from that shit.”
they snickered.
“his dumb ass never gonna get this mouth, i lied and told him i’ve never sucked dick before so i’d be no good at it and called it a day.”
they all bursted out laughing. truth be told, keke desperately wanted to fuck the delicious athlete but her discernment took over her hormones every time. she didn’t intend to actually start falling in love with him, she thought that their relationship would be surface level and that she would never develop any feeling for him. she knows that if intercourse was involved it would cloud her judgement way too much.
that night keisha gave cameron a handjob she was shocked that his dick was just as prefect as the rest of him. his penis is humongous— long, girthy, and tanned hanging at around eight to nine inches. the type of penis you’d see in professional porn. it took every ounce of composure in her to not wrap her mouth around it and give him the best blowjob he’s ever gotten followed by the best ride of his life. she can predict his sex is out of this world with all of the work he puts in at the gym, his stamina and his aim to please her. if he can make her cum three times in one night just off his fingers and tongue, she could only imagine what that dick could do.
once again she’d never admit that out loud though.
“his dick probably trash anyways, ole lame ass nigga.”
keisha sipped from her glass, adjusting her moomoo sleep gown.
“i heard them football players be having cte and erectile dysfunctions.”
tatiana shrugged.
welp that’s sure not cameron’s issue, keisha notices how his dick is on hard every time he’s around her.
keke winced at the thought of their last face to face interaction when she dropped him off at the airport a week ago. he hugged her from behind so tightly that she could feel his swollen penis was poking firmly at her backside. that’s when he kneeled down to her ear and whispered: “look at what you be doing to a nigga, i can’t wait to fuck the shit outta yo fine ass. whenever you’re ready baby.” it gave her butterflies in her tummy. thank god miles were about to be put between them because if she wasn’t at a public airport she would’ve folded right then and there.
“tuh! exactly! baldy’ll never have the privilege of knowing what my walls feel like either. he better go hunch on his cuckoo baby mama.”
“i’d rather die.”
cameron cade appeared in his living room out of nowhere scaring the three women shitless, he was truly the ultimate jump scare. his ghostly entrance even made keisha spill her glass of red wine on herself and the material of his expensive, cream colored velveta sectional.
“fuck! oh my god! what are you doing here cam?”
keisha got up frantically dabbing her soaked chest with paper towels.
“mmcht. what you mean? this my shit.”
he stood there with a look that she’s never seen before— a rare mixture of anger, sadness, disgust and tipsiness. looks like the girls weren’t the only ones drinking tonight.
“nah nigga you came out of nowhere. what? you was just around the corner ear hustling us?”
tatiana asked chuckling; sipping from her drink; too drunk to even give a fuck about the situation that she’s now in.
“yeah, actually. and i heard everything y’all been saying for the past ten minutes since i made it back home. why are they even here keisha? inviting your friends to my crib without asking me just to talk down on me all night. who you feeling like?”
that had all three of the women taken aback. cam had never been so smart with his girlfriend or her friends before. he was nothing but kind, gentle and somewhat of a pushover yesman in their eyes. but they understand where he was coming from in the moment. i mean he did hear them call him a baldheaded loser with a limp dick whose never going to get any play from the woman he’s falling for.
“what you mean who i’m feeling like? no. who are you feeling like?”
keisha stood up, walking towards the statue of a man.
“why you ain’t tell me you was going to hang out with your baby mama all night? you’ve been hitting my phone all day, but somehow you failed to mention that?”
cameron wiped his face with his hand feeling annoyed.
“you know good and well i wasn’t there for her. it was for messiah’s birthday party. he facetimed me crying and begging for me to be there to celebrate with him so that’s where i was. i ain’t even speak to the bi— i ain’t even speak to her.”
he took a deep sigh.
“but you wouldn’t get that though. i would’ve told you that i had to go over there and you would’ve blocked me and then demanded that i buy you a house to unblock you.”
he put emphasis on the word “house” making keisha’s heart drop a bit. sheesh, he really heard everything huh?
“i’ve never asked you for none of that shit cam.”
she crossed her arms, now standing infront of him. she tried her best to look dominant even though she’s over a foot shorter than him.
“but you don’t decline it either huh?”
a quiet “oop” was heard from one of the nosey women behind them.
“since all i am is just this big bald ass lick to you—“
tatiana couldn’t help but laugh silently behind her palm causing asia to smack her arm. that was a hilarious double entendre since all keisha was really doing in their relationship was draining his pockets and getting her nani licked by him.
“material things is the only way i can get you to forgive me for the petty shit that jasmine be doing. it’s not even my fucking fault. i don’t pay the girl no mind, i don’t even know why you be tripping so bad—“
“because it’s embarrassing! she’s been posting all over social media about how she’s gonna celebrate messiah’s birthday with you as if y’all are a happy little family and that’s exactly what you did. they’re on the blogs calling me a bird when all i’ve been is faithful to you. i don’t have to deal with this shit! i don’t have any baggage. i don’t have a baby daddy! hell, i don’t have a kid!”
“oh my god bruh, you keep complaining about the same ass bullshit. you knew what it was from the jump. just get over it.”
as soon as the words harshly fell from cam’s mouth he immediately regretted it. there’s a look of complete heartbreak and disbelief all over his girl’s face plus her boons in the back wasn’t fucking with his tone either.
one thing he’s learned is that you need to talk to keisha nicely or not at all because the last thing’s she’s going to be is disrespected.
“yeah, you know what? fuck you, i’m done. asia call us an uber and let’s get the fuck up outta here. i’m finna go pack my stuff up.”
keke immediately began walking up the stairs, heading to cam’s master bedroom.
“no, shit, wait baby. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”
the footballer trailed her every step.
“cam just give me my space so i can pack and be out of here.”
“princess, please don’t do this. i’m genuinely sorry, i don’t know why i said that. i understand where you coming from but i can’t turn back time and not knock that grippy sock patient up.”
she ignored him, making it dresser drawers and fishing her clothes out of them.
“keisha.. please stop.”
she still disregarded him.
“baby.. c’mon.. put your clothes back in the drawers now.”
he still fell on deaf ears which made his patience suddenly run thin. he clenched his jaw.
“i said put em back in the fucking drawer. you ain’t going nowhere.”
his voice was authoritative, snatching the pile of folded up garments out of her arms and placing them back in the drawer before slamming it shut. keisha was bewildered by his new attitude.
“uh? excuse me?! boy get the fuck out my face.”
“no, you don’t get to just say all that foul shit about me and just leave me like this. it’s not happening.”
he hovered over her. the smell of his enticing cologne and sound of his deep voice turned her on despite the fact that it was laced with a bit of anger and deep rooted possessiveness.
“well it’s happening. i can find a childless nigga right now. i don’t have to keep dealing with this baby mama, baby daddy mess.”
those words should be daggers to the heart for cameron but the liquor he consumed towards the end of his son’s party is going straight to his dick. his eyes trailed down to her perky tits that is now on full display to him due to the fabric of her moomoo becoming transparent because it was wet.
keisha followed his gaze and looked up at him disgusted.
“you can look but you can’t touch fuck nigga.”
his hungry, lustful gaze met her eyes again.
“i know you wanna fuck me just as bad as i wanna fuck you. give that lil pussy up already.”
cam smirked slyly.
“what?”
keisha crossed her arms not knowing how to feel. they’re supposed to be in the middle of a breakup and here he is trying to seduce her with his sensual voice.. and it’s kind of working.
“i know all that stuff you was talking with your home girls earlier was straight bullshit. i saw that look in your eye when you was jerking me off that one time, you wanted to eat a nigga right off the bone ain’t it? you think i’m dumb? you think i really believe you’ve never sucked dick before? that you’re just this nun that’s never let a nigga stretch you open?”
all the brown skinned woman could do was gulp.
“i know you’re used to dealing with rich men and having them trick on you. i know you’ve been around, i don’t care, so have i. you’re only trying to hold out on me because you really like me and you know if you give that pussy up you’ll become even more attached.”
“cam.. look.. i can’t be with you nomore. so just let me get my shit and—“
the quarterback maniacally laughed before she could even finish her sentence.
he could feel his toxicity from years ago growing back and the his lady who stood beneath his gaze can see it too. she’s beginning to see how he was compatible with a mentally unstable woman all of those years. he was ready to be just as psycho about keke as his baby mother is about him.
“psh, all this sexual tension i got pent up, you crazy if you think i’ma let you leave this house without getting the nut i’ve been dreaming about busting in you. i wanna feel you raw too.”
cam finally let those intrusive thoughts he’s been thinking for months drunkenly spill out and it’s visibly creeping keke out.. but the fact that it’s turning her on as well isn’t lost on him.
he can tell by her nipples hardening and he’s yearning to suck them so that’s exactly what he does. he dipped his head down kissing her neck, pulling her small, petite frame into his as he hungrily licked a strip down her breasts. the petite woman felt her feet lifting off of the ground as she pulled her dress completely off her chest letting him plop a sticky, grape wine flavored areola in his mouth.
the liquor’s hitting her too and she’s feeling just as horny as he is. what break up?
cameron lightly tossed her on the bed and began sloppily kissing her, sliding her panties off while simultaneously dipping his hand into her panty that’s insanely drenched in her juices.
“damn baby, you need to get fucked bad huh?”
he dipped his broad middle and pointer finger inside of her warm walls, curving them deliciously as he began thrusting them. staring straight into her lust filled eyes, meters away from her face.
“mm hmm yeah.”
“shit, i can tell. what you want me to do? do you deserve to get ate tonight? do you deserve to get worked open for me or—“
he added a third finger, thrusting faster. keke threw her hands on his shoulders.
“sh-shit, cam, wait—“
he gave her a quick peck on the lips, chuckling.
“these fingers ain’t shit compared to what you’re about to get. you gone be able to take it my baby?”
he bit his bottom lip watching her arch back in overwhelming pleasure, she only let out distressed moans in response.
“i need words keish.”
he leaned down to rip her panties off with his teeth so he wouldn’t have to pull his fingers out. the look of her milky arousal coating his fingers and the water gun sound that her vagina made due to his erratic thrusting motion made him want to get a taste. he was going to deprive her of cunnilings just this one night but who was he kidding? he really loved eating her pussy. so he ducked down and attached his mouth to her clit.
“oh my god cam!”
keisha’s voice sounded distressed and squeaky as she felt her high approaching. the qb’s tongue licked away hungrily when he felt her already tight walls, clench tighter around his fingers. he’s used to her cumming on his tongue then slurping her dry but he doesn’t want tonight to be a repeat of all of the other nights. she’d get her nut and he’d be left to go take a cold shower. oh hell nah. he didn’t want her backing out of penetrative sex once again just because she got her relief. so he suddenly stood up and pulled his fingers out, licking them earning a gasp from keisha.
“really cameron?”
oh how he loved that pouty face and that sweet voice.
“i’m sorry but i need to be in that right now. not gone lie.”
he quickly pulled his shirt off exposing his hard, chiseled abs and biceps. by the time she pulled her gown off and tossed it on the floor he was yanking his boxers down, the both of them just ass naked.
“why you looking all scared and shit, i’m not gone hurt you princess.”
keisha couldn’t help but notice just how swollen his penis is tonight. it’s so erect that it’s curved up to his belly button, oozing precum already. that’s not a size she’s accustomed to at all.
“okay, just.. go easy.”
the brownskinned beauty laid down and looked up at him putting her legs on his shoulders, lightly kissing them as he admired her.
“you’re so gorgeous.. i know i’m not bouta last this first round.”
keisha giggled.
“you’re not even inside me yet mr. cade.”
“i’m just letting you know right off bat mrs. cade.”
he lined himself up with her soaking entrance, rubbing himself along her folds.
“mhm shit, i’ve been craving to do this since the day that i met you.”
keke felt a sting from the stretch of his tip as he squeezed through her shallow canal; and he was trying to go even farther.
“w-wait babe, that’s too much.”
“it’s only the tip my love.”
he became mesmerized by the feeling and the sight of her walls coating his dick with more and more arousal every time he stroked into her milky cunt. he was so wrapped up in how good he felt that he wasn’t really paying attention to how uncomfortable the stretch was for keisha— but it’s a pleasurable pain. so pleasurable that it was causing her to become creamier by the second, allowing his throbbing dick to dip in deeper the more he thrusted.
“oh— oh my god, why you been keeping this shit away from me?”
he threw his head back, mindlessly quickening his pace. oh he’s beating her shit up now, and it’s only half of hs penis mind you.
“cameron!”
that loud panicked scream made her briefly remember that her friends were still in the house and they for sure heard that unfortunately. but she can’t shut up or focus on anything but how good being filled by her man felt.
“sh-shit i’m bouta— ugh! fuck!”
the qb grunted barbarically.
without thinking, keke’s hands flew to his toned abs in hopes that the feral man would slow his strokes but that only caused him to pin her flexible legs to the mattress. he made sure she was locked into being relentlessly pounded as he chased his high.
“no no no don’t run from me baby. you feel so damn good.”
cam cooed in a softer more sensual voice now. he suddenly remembered that this was their first time together so she hasn’t yet gotten used to the size of him and maybe he should take it easy on her like she suggested.. but he doesn’t want to.
“i-uh! uh! bab-! oh!”
every single word keke tried to profess was being knocked out of her with each plunge. it’s only been a couple minutes and this nigga has her in space. sex for her had never felt this euphoric and mind blowing.
the woman felt herself nearly blacking out as she orgasmed, moaning so loud that her boyfriend had to swallow her moans through kisses.
cam dipped his head between her neck, still making sure her legs were pinned by his strong grasp as keisha clawed at his back coming down from her climax. half way coming back to her senses, she realized that he never once stopped or slowed his animalistic pace— she found out right then and there as to why jasmine acts the way she does over him.
“c-cam cum for me b-babe. p-please.”
feeling trapped and needing a break from the unbearable satisfaction she felt, she tried her best to encourage his peak.
“can i cum in this pretty little pussy my sweetheart?”
he erotically licked and kissed his lovers ear and neck.
“y-yeah! yes! fuck!”
her voice was desperate and her eyes were teary as she bit down on his shoulder blade. “his dick is way too damn big to be ramming it into me like this” she thought.
the footballer let out the cutest squeal as he painted his girlfriend’s walls with ropes of his seed.. lots of it too. keke almost regretted telling him yes even though she loved the feeling and was on birth control.
cam stood up and finally pulled the half of his dick that was able to fit out of keisha’s now puffy cunt that oozed his cream like a toaster strudel. they both tried catching their breath.
“god damn, every single thing about you is perfect huh? ya know you got the best pussy i’ve ever been in right?”
keisha playfully rolled her eyes at him praising her coochie for the millionth time. he never misses a chance to compliment her all the way down to her pearl.
“tuh. i can tell by the way you was getting carried away just now. it felt like you were about to split me in half.”
his eyes suddenly softened with concern.
“aw shit, i’m sorry baby. did i hurt you?”
cam took his girlfriend’s face in his palms so that she’s looking up at him. he stroked her cheek hoping that he didn’t cause her any discomfort.
“yeah.. kinda.. but i loved it. i can handle it. don’t worry.”
a smirk of adoration grew on his face as he felt his dick swelling back up. he already knows how nasty she can get but he still likes to make sure that they’re on the same page.
“good, because we gone fit this whole dick in you tonight princess—“
he planted a wet kiss on her plump lips.
“now turn around and arch for me beautiful.”
not knowing if she can even handle another round, keisha weakly got up and turned around anyways. she made sure her arch was pristine, leaking coochie on full display for her man.
cam silently thanked god before slapping her thick ass and rubbing his head against her soaking slit. that three letter phrase was on the tip of his tongue but he refrained from uttering it, he wanted to at least wait until after they were done to profess his true love to her.
but for now.. it’s time for a little revenge.
“remember how you said i’d never be able to feel the inside of your walls?”
keisha rolled her eyes.
“just shut up and stick it in already.”
“beg for it.”
she nearly protested until she felt his dick slowly being dragged back and forth along her pussy and clit.
“please.”
keke whined quietly.
“please what keisha?”
she gulped looking behind her, making eye contact with his lust filled hazel eyes.
“please fuck me cameron.”
“huh?”
he smirked, quickening his speed of swiping his juices around her clit with his head. the sound of it was music to his ears.
“please babe. pl-please fuck me babyyyy!”
“why would you say i’d never get the privilege of digging in this pussy then? what? you don’t like me or something?”
keke gripped at the sheets desperately turning back forward.
“no i lo— of course i like you. i like you too much. mhm. and i knew that after sex i’d become even more obsessed with you and sh-shit it’s happening right now.”
the truth spilled out like word vomit and keke couldn’t tell whether it was the wine or the dick that had her drunk; perhapsly both. but that was enough to please cam who finally filled her tight little hole with his throbbing member. her almost telling him she loved him and basically letting him know that she doesn’t only look at him as a dumb trick with cte was exactly the affirmation he needed.
“ugh and i feel the same way about you keisha. ain’t no breaking up after this. right sweetheart?”
his strong hands gripped her hips as he plunged into her at delicious pace, curving into a spongy spot inside of her that made her feel erotic.
“yeah— yes, i’m not go-going nowhere. can’t nobody else have this— aww!— dick but me baby.”
a wide grin spread across the athlete’s face. he loved hearing her finally be territorial over him.
“i’m all yours keisha.”
cam almost doubled over in pleasure when he was finally able to squeeze in keisha’s velvety cunt to the hilt. he spent no time stuffing her so deep that his heavy ballsack began to hit her ultra sensitive clit with every plunge.
“awwah fawk! th-that’s my spot!”
her words came out whiney and inaudible as she gripped the sheets, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“oh yeah baby? right there?”
his bottom lip was imbedded betwixt his teeth as he watched her ass recoil every time it clapped against his toned abdomen. he studied the sight of how her arousal is leaked down her leg and splattered on to her ass making a sticky, yummy mess in amazement.
“mhm! g-gonna make me cum.”
his pace fastened at that statement damn near busting a nut his own damn self. keke’s upper body collapsed into the sheets but her deep arch still remained thanks to her man gripping her hips for dear life.
“fuck keisha! this pussy so good and tight— ugh— so creamy.”
not only did sloshing noises, bed spring creaking and headboard knocking invade the space; so did the pair’s uncontrollable, loud moans.
even though cam’s used to hearing keisha’s sex sounds, it’s a rarity for keisha to hear his. knowing that he feels just as pleased as her made her go wild with lust.
“y-yes, moan for me baby.”
the statement made cam stop thrusting and lightly chuckle because he hadn’t even noticed that he was moaning that loud or even at all. her coochie’s so mesmerizing it had him in a whole nother world, he had never moaned for anybody else.
“damn, you really got a nigga moaning and shit.”
in return some giggles escaped keke’s throat. that was the moment where he wondered why he didn’t feel her cumming on his dick already. he knew damn well he was close and he wasn’t going to climax before her. matter of fact, he pulled out so he wouldn’t do so.
“now shut up and lay down flat.”
he smacked her heart shaped ass so hard her chuckles abruptly turned into a wince; but she obeyed none the less. cam slapped both of her ass cheeks once more before he slid in again, immediately fully filling her up to the hilt— the deepest he’s ever felt her. he spent no time getting back to his sloppy, punishing thrusts. she mushed her face into the comforter, whining into it.
“you wanna talk about me but you can’t keep quiet for shit? why?”
cam had her body sandwiched between the bed and his rock hard chest. she could feel the cold metal of his chain brushing against her spine as he dug into her, grabbing her neck from the back so her cries were no longer muffled.
“feels so g-good! so d-deep!”
tears streamed down keisha’s face as she began to feel the coil deep within her core tighten.
“mhm, who this pussy for princess?”
the quarterback’s voice was barely over a whisper as he spoke softly into his lover’s ear, studying her beautiful fucked out face.
“yo-yours baby.”
she bit her lip trying to not be as loud as she wanted to be; that pissed him off just a little bit. he knew that she had her friends in mind who were just downstairs and could most likely hear— those same best friends she said she would be leaving in an uber with not too long ago.
“nah, let yo homegirls hear how i’m tearing this pussy up. since you swore to them you wasn’t gone let me have it.”
he gripped her neck tighter and thrusted into her gooey spot even faster now making her lose the last bit of the mind and restraint she had left.
“ok-okay! this pussy is all y-yours cameron! i love— fah— i’m cumming!”
keisha almost felt herself black out once again from the mind shattering orgasm that overcame her. her eyes went cross, her toes curled and her mouth leaked drool as her boyfriend let go of her neck, stood back up and treated her as if she was just a rag doll or flesh light.
cam’s bottom lip was imbedded between his teeth as he held her hips in a death grip, chasing his own high at an barbaric pace in the midst of his girl gushing around him. he knew she could take it but he also knew he was going just a little too crazy on her for this to only be their first time. he always thought their first time together would be slow and romantic because he’s truly never loved a woman as much as he loves her but oh boy was he wrong. there was no way of hiding his yearn and pent up sexual frustration at all tonight.
“ugh! ugh! ugh my keisha!”
he let out baritone, beastly sounding grunts that trailed off into pathetic, cute whimpers as he busted spurts of seeds inside of his lady’s cunt.
cam didn’t even go soft. he was practically drooling at the sight of his lady’s petite, curvy back side.. he didn’t even want to pull out but he had to and when he did keke released a small bit of squirt which only made him hornier. he licked his lips.
“damn princess.. i knew you had some good pussy but i didn’t know it would be this addicting. can you give me one more?”
keke turned around, sitting up still half way in the subspace he put her in.
“what you mean? one more what?”
“another nut for me. another orgasm for you too.” he wanted to reply but he felt a bit cowardly from guilt all of a sudden. clearly she’s tired from being put through the ringer by him and here he still is wanting more.
“i want you to ride me baby.”
she looked up into his puppy dog eyes wickedly. “damn, i’ve fallen in love with a nymphomaniac.” she thought.
“my knees can’t even do allat right now cam.”
she admitted winded.
“that’s cool, i’ma do all the work. i just wanna see you on top of me. i’ve been dreaming of that shit.”
it may sound crazy but he’s dead ass serious. he’s spent almost every night visualizing keisha in every position imaginable. she marginally giggled.
“how about tomorrow?”
he nearly panicked at the thought of having to wait a whole ass sleep to feel her punani suffocating his legnth again.
“no, no, no. please baby, please. just one more round,”
he mindlessly started stroking his dick.
“it’s been so long. i got so much pressure built up i just— i promise after this we can shower and than go to sleep.”
unfortunately him begging her and the sight of him practically jerking himself off at the mere sight of her turned her right the fuck back on.
“if you stick that big ass dick in me again i’m going to be sore tomorrow.. but.. i know somewhere else it can go.”
she smirked and he smiled widely.
“that ass?”
that wiped the smirk right her face.
“uh no.”
cam chuckled.
“i’m kidding. i kid. i know what you meant baby. little miss ‘i’ve never sucked dick before’ wanting to finally give me head is crazy though.”
keke playfully rolled her eyes.
“boy come lay down before i change my mind.”
“shit, ain’t gotta tell me twice c’mon.”
he didn’t waste any time laying on the bed, head and neck supported by the pillows. keke got on her knees arching her spine deeply, giving him the perfect side view of her modelesque frame. she grabbed a hold of his sopping wet member and placed a kiss on it’s sensitive head.
the man gulped, he had thought this whole time she was lying to him about never giving head because she had no desire to ever suck his dick. he always knew they would have intercourse when she was ready but he never expected her ever give him oral, to him that was too good to be true. he could damn near cum at just the feeling of her soft, tender kiss against his tip.
when she started swirling her tongue around his tip and fondling the rest of his length he watched with his mouth a gape like he was watching an intriguing movie.
“shit.. this definitely ain’t your first time.”
keke spat, making sure his dick and balls was further drench with her spit along side her cream that she had left behind. she began bobbing her head up and down while massaging his balls.
“aw fuck. you look so pretty sucking my dick princess.”
cam smacked her ass that was tooted up. his girlfriend moaned while finally looking up to him with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, he looked so cute it made her juice drip down her leg.
she gargled his nutsack and went back slurping him up, now deep throating a good two thirds of him.
cam’s eyes widen at how committed she was to the lewd act, he felt his head repeatedly hit her uvula yet she never gagged.
“oh my god, yeah, fuck! eat this dick up baby.”
his hand absentmindedly found the back of her head, shoving her down farther onto his length. his dick disappeared as he began roughly throat fucking her. oh she’s gagging now.
“ju-just like that princess.”
the room filled with the hyper sexual sound of cam’s grunts, moans and his penis sloppily being pushed in and out of keisha’s wet mouth. she enjoyed every second of not being able to breathe and the feeling of hot tears running down her cheeks.
she looked up at cam whose muscles were tightening as his eyes rolled back, his head fulling resting all the way back on the pillows. she couldn’t help but to stuff two of her fingers into her soaking core at the sight of him. she was so sensitive to the previous activities that took place, she came on her digits within seconds without cam even noticing the effect he had on her.
“keisha! baby! swallow every single drop for me!”
the quarterback suddenly demanded, letting go of her head and sitting up. she took the cue and stroked him with her tongue out waiting for him to cum and when he did she happily followed his command of swallowing it all, even licking around her lips to get the access.
cameron was proud and finally satisfied for the night. he smiled wide, taking keisha’s face in his hands. he stared in her eyes for a second to make sure she was okay, she smiled back.
“fuck i love you so much keisha.”
damn! he didn’t mean for it to come out that abrupt but he truly meant it. he had noticed a look of care and adoration in her eyes that was filled with lust just a mere second ago.
“i love you too cameron.”
his smile slightly dropped in shock.
“fa real? you mean that? you really love me? like for real?”
she giggled at his sudden seriousness.
“of course i love you fuck nigga. i was struggling to not say it just now when you was balls deep in me. i wanted our first time saying it to each other to be meaningful.”
cam’s eyes lit up like two light bulbs. they even think the same, they’re truly meant to be.
“ohh shit me too! i had wanted to tell you when i was beating that lil shit up but i was like nah, that’s too cliche.”
they chuckled followed by a loving kiss.
“c’mon, let’s go wash our asses.”
cameron effortlessly picked keisha up bridal style as he peppered her face with kisses. when the bathroom door closed keke’s phone dinged with a messages from her friend’s groupchat.
asia: “well girl, the uber’s here so we finna leave. have fun fucking the man you said you’d never give yo coochie up to! i love to hear it! 🫶🏾
asia: “well i actually i hated hearing it but anyways girl, you know what i mean! i’m glad y’all made up!”
tatiana: “you sounded like you up there having a ball! i know that’s right!”
tatiana: “loud nasty asses!”
tatiana: “looks like that nigga got a working dick after all! good for you my girl!”
tatiana: “hopefully he wrapped it up! the last thing that nigga need is more baby mama drama!”
asia: “smh. i had to take tati’s phone away. her drunk ass. anyways goodnight! 😘”