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Night and Morning
summary: Punk and his girl have an arrangement to invite Maxwell into their bedroom once a year...
wordcount: 1.8k
ratings/warnings: smut with little plot. threesome where the triangle blends if you squint.
a/n: pure smut, little plot. kinda, sorta a sequel to Birthday Girl. They're sisters.
The smell of cream, vanilla, and silk enveloped us as I led Maxwell into our bedroom. It was just past three in the morning, and she was curled beneath the blankets, a thin stream of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth and trailing lazily across her cheek.
How sweet.
I eased the bedroom door shut behind us, careful not to let the latch click loud enough to disturb our Sleeping Beauty. The room settled back into stillness almost immediately, the only sound coming from the soft rhythm of her snoring. Maxwell slipped out of his jacket, draping it neatly over the armchair in the corner. I nudged my shoes off with the edge of one foot, letting them fall carelessly beside the dresser.
Max exhaled a long breath, the evening's tension draining out of him. He walked to the edge of the mattress, gazing down at the princess as he folded the covers. I rounded the foot of the frame to face her.
I placed my finger over his lips. I wanted him to be gentle; glimpses of her earlier this evening were still in my mind. Short dress, Hugo Spritz in hand, we had to move slow.
Max slid in first. The mattress dipped under his weight, and she only sighed and turned her face deeper into the pillow. I took the other side. The sheets were warm where she'd been lying, carrying the vanilla of her skin under the amber of the room.
I lowered myself slowly. The cotton pulled against my skin through the buttons; my thighs wanted out of my trousers. Maxwell had propped himself up on one elbow too, and for a breath we just looked at each other over her, the innocence on her face at odds with the agreement she'd made earlier tonight. Her leg shifted under the sheets, her bare foot brushing against my calf. It was enough to send a chill down my spine. I reached out, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw.
She stirred, not yet awake.
Max's hand came to rest on her hip, his thumb stroking slow circles through the fabric of her nightgown. She shivered, a little whimper in her throat. The sound made me want to kiss her, touch her, have her, but I knew there was more reward in taking our time.
My fingers slid down her neck, over the delicate hollow of her throat, to the curve of her shoulder. Her eyelids fluttered, the long lashes sweeping against her cheeks. Her eyes opened, blinking slowly in the dim light.
"Hmm?" she hummed, her voice thick with sleep. She looked from me to Max, a soft, confused smile touching her lips. "What's going on?"
"Shhh," I whispered, leaning closer. "We just wanted to join you."
I watched the sleepy confusion on her face melt as Maxwell slid his arm around her, drawing her back against him. Her breath hitched as their bodies met, and I watched her nipples pebble through the satin of her nightgown.
I met her eyes, giving her a small nod.
"Do you remember what you said earlier?" I murmured, my thumb still stroking her cheek. "When we were talking in the garden? About how you wanted to be the center of our universe?"
Her face turned plum, cheeks burning — I could feel the heat of them even against the cool air, as Max pinched and teased her nipple.
"Do you still want that?" I asked, her eyes already giving in to the pleasure. "To be our universe?"
She could barely control herself.
Maxwell's other hand traced down the line of her sternum and caught the ribbon at her chest — the only thing holding her nightgown together. He worked the knot loose. The satin fell open, baring her to the waist, and my mouth watered at the first sight of her: the soft swell, and lower, the toffee-dark circles of her nipples tight and peaked, dark as summer berries.
My hand replaced Max's at her breast, cupping her weight, thumb dragging over the tight peak until she gasped. Max was already moving down her body, mouth closing over the other nipple, and the sight of his head pulled me tight in my trousers.
She arched up, her head lolling back against Max's shoulder. Her breath came faster now, small hitching sounds that made me throb. I leaned in, tasting her on my tongue, eating the moans Max pulled from her. She kissed back with the same desperation, her fingers coming up to tangle in my hair.
Max's hand slid down her stomach, disappearing under the pooled satin at her waist. Her hips lifted, a plea for more, and I swallowed her moan as she broke our kiss.
"Easy, princess," I murmured against her lips. "We've got all night."
Max caught my eye over her shoulder, that look we'd traded every year, the egotistical bet buried beneath it: who could ruin her. Boyish. Every moan he wrung from her only fueled my own hunger. I went back to her skin, teasing her peaks, then lowered myself to draw her nipple into my mouth. I drew her in deep, full of her, tongue working until she was trembling. When I pulled back, her nipple was dark with wet, and she whined at the loss, hips rolling, seeking the friction of Max's hidden fingers.
My hand traveled between her thighs, fingers threading through her curls until I met slickness, and the backs of Max's knuckles, still working her. He was about to taste her; the thought made my mouth water. He withdrew, slow, savoring her on his fingers, and I took the opening.
I could have eaten her for days.
She bucked, a choked-off sob as I drew her into my mouth and sucked, searching for that place that would make her come undone. I was enjoying the reward of his labor. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, and then in my hair, her nails scratching my scalp as I pushed her closer to that edge. Her thighs clamped around my head, holding me there as I lapped her up, relishing her sweetness.
I looked up at her, at the way her head was thrown back, her neck a long, graceful line, her breasts heaving. Max's mouth was at her ear now, whispering things I couldn't hear, but whatever he was saying was making her writhe. She reached back for him without guidance, already arching into my tongue, her other hand gripping his thigh.
She came the same way a storm gathers — pressure, stillness, then the sudden, shattering release.
"Punk!" she cried, my name catching in her throat as her body seized and convulsed. I held my mouth to her as her thighs crushed me between them. When it passed, she collapsed against the mattress, panting, limp.
Max and I admired our work — but we weren't done. We disrobed ourselves and our empress slowly, worshiping her exposed flesh along the way. I kissed her ankles, the soft skin behind her knees, her inner thighs. Max worshipped at her back and shoulders, his hands massaging her muscles as he scattered kisses along her spine. We both bowed over her ass — more than enough to share. Max, the greedy fuck, couldn't help but drink the last of her wine.
When she was bare, we turned her to her hands and knees. She went willingly, pliant, trusting.
I'd stolen the first release, so Max took the second. He settled behind her — and I stretched out on my back, drew her down between my thighs, her mouth my front-row seat to everything. She took a breath, braced her hands on my thighs, and kissed my thighs before taking me in. I huffed as I watched her take Max while she took me, becoming the center of our worlds. Max's brown eyes lit up at her pleasure, his face contorting as he found a rhythm that matched hers. I heard our sweet empress moan into me as she took me to the back of her throat.
"Oh, fuck," Max ground out, his rhythm stuttering as she took me deeper. "She's taking all of you—"
He was just as aroused at the sight as I was. She hummed around me in response, the vibration ripping up my spine, and I watched her roll her hips — giving herself to both of us at once, her body the altar, the sun, the center of everything we touched. Max lost control of his thrusts, hips snapping forward with desperation, and the sounds of him filling her were angelic.
"Harder," she gasped around me, pulling away only for a breath.
Her nails dug into my thighs, and she came again, sobbing into my skin as Max's hips pushed faster, deeper, until he buried himself to the hilt and stiffened. She surrendered to his release, her tongue barely able to satisfy me as she came undone a second time — sobbing around me, her whole body clenching on him, on me, on the moment, like she'd been unmade from the inside out and loved it.
Her release was the key to mine, as I spilled into her, watching as she swallowed every drop.
Max eased out of her, kissing between her shoulder blades as he landed on top of her. She dared to laugh, her smile forcing my own before I'd even gathered my breath.
"Get off me, you boulder," she teased. She had no strength to push him, and Max only laughed against her skin, a low rumble vibrating into her spine.
"I'm not moving," he said. "I've decided to live here now."
I propped myself on one elbow and watched them — her face buried into my lower stomach, smiling, her cheeks returning to plum. Max was a marvel along her back, his mouth kissing her neck as he tried to find her lips. Something in my chest went tight and tender, and I didn't stop it.
She reached back, found my hand, and pulled it to her lips. "Thank you."
I kissed her knuckles back, my teeth grazing her skin, and looked at Max over the crown of her head. And when she kissed me, then turned and kissed him, I knew we were even.
I watched her give him the kiss he'd been waiting for all night, her tongue sewn to his, his tanned hands finding the small of her back to push her as close as possible to him. Tender, intense only in the way temporary lovers could possess.
The sky beyond the curtain was going gray with first light. I laid my head back on my pillow. We would wake, eat breakfast, and Maxwell would be on his way — already counting the days until he could taste her again.
gif creds to the wonderful @punksyeetgifs <3
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with jimmy being such a calm and mellow person, it makes loving him so easy. but you know that he’s a quiet storm. you notice it when he’s sometimes deep in thought, staring off like he’s somewhere else.
he’s always going along w your silly ideas, though.
you prop up your phone and back up until you’re standing side by side with jimmy. as the countdown starts, the two of you share a kiss before he stares at you for a second, his thumb grazing along your chin. you giggle, turning toward the camera. “hi guys! i’m doing a cute little grwm and as you can see—” you trail off, smiling as you lean into jimmy’s side. “me and my bestfriend are wearing matching pajamas today!”
you pull away from him, lips pressed together as you try like hell not to laugh in his face. behind you, jimmy is staring into the camera, nodding to himself.
you clear your throat. “so i got a cute white tee and some linen pajama pants from..i think garage? bestie, where did i get them from?”
you glance back at him when he doesn’t answer. he’s still looking at the camera, lips pressed together in that little smile of his. you just reach for his hand anyway, and he immediately takes yours, fingers slipping between yours.
“okay, your turn. tell them where you got your outfit from, friend.”
your bantering was so close to driving him up a wall. you could see it in the way jimmy’s smile stretches as he reached for your phone and stopped the video.
nope, that smile wasn’t a good sign at all.
the same things that make you laugh will make you cry later. you’ve learned that lesson the hard way as you’ve once again lost the privilege to cum.
jimmy's hand tightened around your throat, firm fingers pressing into your skin, his palm clamping over your mouth to keep your cries quiet. your eyes were squeezed shut — needy sounds has morphed into sobs — you were now a crying mess in desperate need of release. jimmy, however, seemed unfazed. he didn’t so much as blink, staring down at you with an almost amused look.
his hands found your breasts, squeezing roughly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples before his fingers caught them in a sharp pinch. “is this what a friend does to you?” when you failed to answer him, a sudden bolt of pain cut through you as your nipples were being twisted.
“nooo…’m sorry! im so so sorry!”
you weren’t entirely too apologetic in his eyes. instead, he knows how close you are and ur so shamelessly wet too, “hold it ‘for i stop.” he keep working you right to the point of climax, only to immediately stop when your walls pulsed. he heard your tiny sniffles and whimpers, “stop whining, be a big girl. take it.”
“no, babe,” you breathe, your voice hoarse. “i just wanna cum... please.” you began rambling, fueled by the raw need.
he chuckles in response but backs away from you. you were in a trance, almost, until his movement catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. you didn’t even notice that you were restrained until you look up, your arms cuffed above you to the white farmhouse style headboard, and then you look at jimmy, who in turn is looking back at you. he sits there quietly for a moment, watching you take in the restraints.
“i didn’t let you cum three times, you wanna know why?”
your lips pursed in response, but your jaw fell agape when you caught sight of what was in his hand. he kept cleaning it as he spoke, completely unbothered by the way your eyes stayed fixed on him. “friends don’t do what i do for you,” he said. “and i’m not your fucking friend, bestfriend, or your ‘bestie.’” his face twisted with disgust. “you don’t get to call me your friend and then expect me to treat you like my woman.”
slowly, the corner of his mouth quirked upward. he squinted at you before leisurely making his way over. “you can cum as many times as you want, boo,” he said, his voice was almost soothing. “as long as i don’t hear these cuffs rattle.”
his eyes flicked down, turning the vibrator on before looking up at you.
“think you can handle that?”
pressing the bulbous head of the vibrator against your clit, your body arched in the restraints, only for him to lean over and place a soft apologetic kiss against your cheek. “i’ll be back, baby.”
it didn’t take much for you to squirm and shake. you gasp, dragging in the breath like you’d been underwater too long, as you were wrecked with the very first orgasm of the night. he heard the desperate cries of you unable to come down from your high as the vibrations left you increasingly sensitive, and he reveled in it. turning on his heel, he headed towards the linen closet, preparing for a new set of sheets.
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may this love NEVER find me (but that dick definitely can 😝)
even though you lost the bet, well…both of you lost. it was no use. you two had realized that you just couldn’t get along, and honestly, that was okay. with your daughter starting kindergarten this year, you’d both managed to make things work the best you could, and things had been steady. but you’d also found another guy who you thought was worth putting the time into.
you’d learned a few things about him that you actually liked. no kids, teaches at your daughter’s school, and he’s also a football coach at his old college.
in fact, that’s how you two met. at registration, he’d been really kind to you and your little girl. when you left her supply list and your wristlet behind the previous day, he was nice enough to drop everything off. if you weren’t in such a rush bcs of her nagging ass father wanting to pick her up for the night, he probably wouldn’t even be standing here knocking on your door.
“oh, hey! what, what are you doing here?” you say, sticking your head out of the door and letting it close until it reaches the heel of your foot.
“well, you left your wallet, and i found your address on your driver’s license,” he says with a little smile. “and also, this.”
he holds everything out to you, and you take it, still staring at him like you’re trying to figure out why the hell he’s standing on your porch this early in the morning. your unwelcoming yet startled look must’ve made him feel awkward because he immediately started explaining himself.
“i was in the middle of cooking breakfast if you wanted to come and sit—“ he cuts you off.
“i have to head to scrimmage, but if you promise to keep it hot for me, i’ll be back.”
you didn’t miss the innuendo or the little smirk on his face. “oh, is that right?”
“mhm.” he nods.
you’re still trying to come up with something smart to say when he leans in and gives your forehead a gentle peck before leaving.
when he returned, however, you didn’t realize it was getting close to your daughter’s drop off time. especially when it was only 10 AM and you’d sent her a message at 8, but she never responded. you figured she was still asleep until a notification from her finally arrived while you were laughing and sipping on your mimosa.
looking down at the message, you suddenly choked before jumping up from the barstool and peeking through the blinds.
“…is everything okay?” he asked, already starting to stand, the barstool screeching softly against the floor.
“you gotta go…now!”
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after a very awkward first impression with your daughter’s father, he still liked you. you liked him too. but after that run in with jey, you decided inviting him over wasn’t the best idea when jey could just pop up whenever he felt like it. so you convinced him to spend a night out of town with you instead.
a nice rooftop bar, maybe catch a movie, go to a comedy show…just anything to get away from jey.
you thought you’d won.
that was until jey had you in a chokehold in the hallway of the hotel.
it wasn’t easy tracking you down, you know.
yes, it was.
you used the same login and password for every app, and you loved that damn hotel. the same hotel where you and jey had bomb ass drunk sex in the bathtub.
“i’m…i’m trying to be cool, but damn.” he started on a rant. same shit, different day. you’re out with somebody else. you’re a horrible mom for being hours away from her to be with another man.
“you just keep pushing and pushing me closer to losing my last bit of patience. why?” he reiterates, tapping the side of your head. “because you can’t get it through your thick ass skull that you belong to me. and only me. you’re mine!”
“i’m yours?” you repeat, blinking slowly.
jey’s jaw clenched.
so naturally, you decided to make it worse. you opened your mouth wide and gave him a slow, exaggerated yawn right in his face.
and now… you’re right next door to your own room.
you were in jey’s room with your head tilted back against the wall, your fingers tangled in his hair. hoisted up in his arms while he feasted on you.
you’d told your new guy you were just running out to grab something from the car, but he could probably hear you and you could hear him too. you heard the faint shuffle of movement from the room next door, low voices you couldn’t quite make out. and to jey’s displeasure, you were biting down on your lip to keep from making another sound.
“don’t do that.”
“he can…he can hear us!” you gasped.
jey ignored you.
with a shaky inhale you moan out his name. “jeyyy,” the tremor in your voice is like music to his ears. “he…he’s…oh f—”
“mm-hmm.”
your body betrayed you as his grip shifted to keep you steady when you started squirming, pulling you down harder against his mouth. you couldn’t help the way your body instinctively chased the high, hips grinding against the tip of his nose and tongue.
instead, he’d prolong it. he moves you to the edge of the bed, raising your ass up, and all he could do was moan and hum against your pussy. savoring every bit of you as he tensed his tongue and licked over your clit again and again.
he licked higher, your fists twisted into the rich sheets, silk bunching beneath your fingers as he buried his face into your ass, giving both holes much needed attention. saliva trails down from your asshole to your core. he gathered up your slick with two fingers, curling and twisting them inside of you with a cruel, slow pace. impatiently, you began fucking yourself against his fingers, crying out when another wave of pleasure washed over you.
now with both hands pinned behind you, he found the angle that made you lose yourself entirely. one sharp breath, two high pitched squeals then another as he drilled into your pussy. your fingers clawed desperately for his wrist, nails digging into his skin. he hissed, not bcs it hurt but bcs you were reaching for him. “pretty girl,” he rasped. “look at you, mama…do it again. hurt me, baby.”
your fingers curled harder around him, a strangled gasp leaving your throat. he knew exactly what he’d found, and the pleased sound in his throat nearly made you cum.
“so perfect, y’know that?” he breathed, smacking your ass. “pretty pussy and an even prettier face when you cumming for me. he can’t make you feel like this, can he?”
“noooo!” you moaned.
you couldn’t control the loud, uninhibited cries tearing from your throat. they ricocheted off the walls, completely shattering the quiet luxury of the hotel room.
his eyes flicked toward the door, then back to you. “you want him to hear you?”
you shook your head. you were too fucked out to even fathom a snarky response.
“say it, baby. tell me the truth.”
“nooo…yessss!! oh, i’m gonna cum! jey, i’m cumming!”
“that’s what i thought.” he fucks you through it, driving his dick in and out, harder, faster, deeper until your legs gave out beneath him.
exhaustion was written all over your flushed face. you barely had the energy to stand, let alone speak. but he wasn’t done nor did he give a fuck if you wanted more or not. there wasn’t a hint of sympathy on his face. he wore a deadpan expression even as he helped you onto the bed and guided you onto your side. the position left you startlingly sensitive, “it’s so…deep…you’re digging-”
he only had one thing on his mind as his hips stuttered, burying himself deep inside you.
fuck his baby mama. fuck his girl. take what’s his. and most importantly, mark his territory.
even when you’re laid up with somebody else, you can still feel him. you’re full of him.
that’s exactly what he does as you knock on the hotel room next door, you shove him while fixing your clothes with one hand. “move.”
“just trying to make sure you make it in there safely.”
“don’t.”
“oh and don’t take a shower either,” he says with a laugh, disappearing back into his room.
your bedroom door opens.
“sorry,” you say with a laugh, shifting your weight to conceal the limp that absolutely would give you away. “i ran into an old friend.”
he steps aside, immediately pulling you into an embrace. “it’s all good,” he chuckles. “heads up; i think we got some freaky ass neighbors.”
if only he knew.
Day 14-Sharing
Pairing: Jey &Jimmy Uso x Male Reader
Word count: 2,150
Summary: Twins claim nervous new recruit
Tags: First Time, Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Manhandling, Hair Pulling, Throat Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Come Marking, Overstimulation.
The night had started with the usual chaos. After the faction talk—half serious, half the twins testing how far you’d go to ride with them—you’d ended up piled into Jimmy’s truck. Music loud, windows down, the two of them talking over each other the way they always did. By the time you pulled up to your place it felt natural to invite them in. “Movie,” you’d said, like that was all it was going to be.
Now the three of you were on the couch in the dark, the glow of the TV the only light. Some action flick neither of them was paying attention to. Jey had claimed the left side, long legs stretched out, one arm already draped along the back of the cushions behind your shoulders. Jimmy sat on the right, closer than necessary, knee pressed firm against yours.
It started small. Jey’s fingers brushing the side of your neck when he laughed at something on screen. Jimmy’s hand landing on your thigh and staying there, heavy and warm, thumb idly stroking along the inseam of your jeans. The air between the three of you got thicker. The easy joking slowed down.
Jey turned his head first, voice low and rough near your ear. “You quiet tonight, bro. You good?” His free hand settled on your other thigh, higher than Jimmy’s, squeezing once. Jimmy’s fingers tightened in answer, sliding a little higher, palm pressing firmly enough that there was no mistaking the intent.
Neither of them pulled away. Jey’s mouth was close enough that you could feel the heat of his breath. “You said you wanted in. This how we do it sometimes. You still down?”
Jimmy’s hand moved higher still, cupping you through the denim, slow and deliberate. Jey’s fingers mirrored the motion on the other side, both of them watching your face in the flickering light.
Your heart was already hammering. You weren’t sure. Nervous energy buzzed under your skin. You swallowed and managed a quiet, “I… guess?”
Jimmy’s hand left your thigh. He reached up, fingers firm under your chin, tilting your face toward him. His voice was low, steady. “It’s either a yes or a no. No guessing.”
You hesitated, then gave a small shake of your head—yes. Jimmy’s grip on your chin tightened just enough to keep you still.
“Nah. Verbal. Say it.”
Your face felt hot. You whispered it. “Yes.”
The second the word left your mouth, everything shifted.
Jey’s mouth was on your neck instantly—hot, open, sucking hard enough to make you flinch and then melt. At the same time Jimmy pulled you into a deep kiss, no hesitation, tongue sliding against yours. Your hands stayed locked on your own knees, fingers digging into the denim because you didn’t know what else to do with them.
Jimmy finally broke the kiss, breathing hard against your mouth. His hands were already at the hem of your shirt, tugging it up. You lifted your arms and he pulled it off over your head, tossing it aside.
Jey yanked his own shirt off, then shoved his pants and underwear down without ceremony. His body was solid and warm when he leaned back in, helping Jimmy get the rest of your clothes off. Belts, jeans, everything—hands moving fast.
You ended up half-standing, half-stumbling as they guided you toward the hallway. Jimmy’s mouth found yours again in short, hungry kisses while Jey stayed close behind, hands on your hips, steering. The bedroom door was already open. They got you inside, the three of you spilling onto the bed.
Your back hit the mattress. Jey settled in close on your left, one hand resting on your bare stomach. His voice was quieter than usual.
“You ever had sex with a man before?”
You shook your head, face burning. “No.”
He and Jimmy exchanged a look over you—something quick and wordless. Then their attention was back on you. You were still in just your briefs, the fabric tented hard. Jimmy hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. Your cock sprang free, flushed and aching.
Jimmy didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and took you into his mouth in one smooth motion, sinking low enough that his nose brushed your stomach. A shocked sound tore out of you. Your hands flew to his shoulders, trying to push him off, but the pleasure was already too sharp. You could only whimper and whine.
Jey caught both your wrists and pinned them to the mattress at your sides. “Easy. Just take it.”
Jimmy kept going, deepthroating you with steady, filthy pulls. After a minute he pulled off with a wet sound and Jey took his place, sucking just the head—slow, focused, tongue working the sensitive underside while his hand stroked the rest.
“I’m gonna—” you started, voice cracking.
You didn’t even finish the sentence. Your orgasm hit hard and sudden, spilling into Jey’s mouth. He stayed right there and swallowed every drop.
You lay there dazed, chest heaving. Through the haze you heard them whispering. Jey’s voice came clearer a second later.
“Flip him over, Uce.”
Jimmy’s hands guided you onto all fours. Jey leaned in and spread you open, burying his face between your cheeks. His tongue was hot and wet, licking over your hole in slow, thorough strokes while Jimmy reached underneath and wrapped a slick hand around your still-sensitive cock, stroking you steadily. They worked you like that for a while until two of Jey’s fingers eventually slid inside with little resistance.
Jimmy finally stood and stripped the rest of the way. His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, easily nine inches and veined. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of lube, already pouring some into his palm and stroking himself until he shone with it.
The first time he lined up and tried to push, the blunt pressure against your hole made you jump clean off the bed. You scrambled up the mattress on instinct.
Jey caught you immediately, pulling you into a deep kiss while his hands stroked your sides. “Shh… gonna be a good boy and take it, huh? Just relax, baby. It’ll feel good soon, I promise.” He kept kissing you, murmuring against your mouth. “Breathe for me. You’re okay. Just let him in.”
Jimmy gripped your hips firmly and tried again. The slick head of his cock pressed, pressed, then finally popped past the tight ring of muscle. You let out a sharp, pained grunt. He hissed through his teeth.
“Fuckkkk… he’s tight,” he told Jey, voice strained as he held still, only the tip buried inside you.
Your fists balled the sheets so hard your knuckles went white. Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes as he started easing forward, inch by thick inch. Every small advance burned. By the time he bottomed out—hips flush against your ass—you were openly crying, breath hitching.
“Pull it out—please—it hurts so much—”
Jimmy’s hands stayed steady on your hips, but one moved up to rub slow circles over your lower back. “I know, I know… it’ll be better soon. Just breathe.”
Jey never stopped kissing you, whispering the same soft promises against your lips.
Jimmy pulled back just a little, the thick drag making you whimper. Your arm shot back on pure instinct, palm pressing against his pelvis in a desperate attempt to keep some distance.
Jimmy gently pushed your hand off his hip and held you steady. He started moving—slow, careful thrusts that still burned but gradually became less sharp.
“That’s it… just breathe,” he muttered. “You’re opening up for me.”
Your body slowly adjusted around him until each slide felt less like too much and more like pressure and heat. Then he angled his hips and drove in deeper. The head of his cock dragged right over your prostate and the air punched out of your lungs.
“Ah—Jimmy—!” you choked out.
Jey slid in front of you at the same time, kneeling so his thick cock was level with your mouth. “Open up for me, baby.” You parted your lips and took him as best you could. He fed himself past them with light, controlled thrusts while you wrapped a shaky hand around the base.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jey groaned. “Doing so good already.”
Jimmy found that same spot again and started nailing it head-on—short, hard snaps of his hips that made your vision blur.
“Jimmyyyy—oh my god—it’s too biggggg—” you moaned around Jey’s cock, the words coming out broken and wet. Your whole body went slack. Jimmy had to lock an arm under your hips to keep your ass up.
“I know it’s big,” Jimmy grunted, never slowing. “But you’re taking it so fucking good. Listen to you… moaning my name like that.”
The sounds pouring out of you vibrated straight around Jey. He hissed through his teeth, hand settling in your hair.
“Shit—those noises—keep going, just like that—”
You couldn’t stop. Every thrust from Jimmy forced another broken “Jimmy—too big—ahh—” out of you until Jey’s rhythm faltered.
“Fuck—I’m close—” Jey’s voice was strained. He came with a low, drawn-out groan, spilling deep across your tongue. “Swallow it… that’s it, good boy—”
Behind you Jimmy was grunting harder. “You’re doing so good… taking every inch… fuck, feel how tight you still are—” His rhythm stuttered. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a rough, guttural sound, thick pulses flooding you as he held you tight against him.
“Jimmyyyy—” you whimpered one last time, body trembling between them.
Jimmy pulled out slowly, leaving you stretched and dripping. He and Jey switched places without a word. Jey lined up and slid in easily, the mess Jimmy left behind making the thick stretch glide instead of burn. He immediately yanked your hips back, forcing your back into a deep arch, then fisted a hand in your hair and pulled until your spine stayed curved the way he wanted.
“I’m not Jimmy,” he said low and rough against your ear. “You’re gonna hold this for me.”
They were basically the same size—same length, same thick girth—and Jey didn’t ease in the way Jimmy had. He started fucking you hard right away, deep snaps of his hips that drove the air out of your lungs.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck—” Jey gritted out with every thrust, voice raw and almost breathless as he drove into you.
Jimmy moved in front of you at the same time, gripping both sides of your head and pushing into your mouth. He fucked your throat without holding back. You gagged hard around him, saliva and tears spilling as he kept thrusting, only pulling out when you choked him completely free with a wet, broken cough before feeding himself back in.
Jey adjusted the angle and found your prostate on the next stroke. Your whole body seized. You came instantly, untouched at first, eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through you. Jey hissed through his teeth, fist still in your hair.
“Fuck—feel how good that is—clenching on me like that—”
He reached under and started jerking you through it anyway, even though you were already spilling onto the sheets. The dual stimulation was too much. You started trying to shake them off—shoulders twisting, hips jerking—but they held you steady. Tears and snot ran down your face. You coughed hard around Jimmy’s cock, throat raw and burning.
Somehow you managed to shove Jey’s hips back far enough that he slipped free. You tried to crawl forward on shaky arms, but you didn’t make it far. They flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion. Jey immediately hooked your legs over his shoulders and drove back into you in a single hard thrust, folding you nearly in half.
“Stopppp it—” you rasped, voice wrecked and thin. Your throat was raw from Jimmy; every word scraped.
Jimmy tilted your head to the side and guided himself back between your lips. You could only manage a lazy, open-mouthed suck, tongue barely moving as he used your mouth. Jey kept pounding into you, chasing his own end, until he suddenly pulled out with a sharp groan and painted thick ropes across your stomach and chest.
Jimmy followed seconds later, pulling from your mouth and finishing over your tongue and lips with a low, satisfied grunt.
They both stayed close for a minute, breathing hard, hands still on you—gentler now. Jey wiped your face with the edge of the sheet while Jimmy rubbed slow circles over your thigh. The room was quiet except for the three of you catching your breath and the forgotten movie still playing faintly from the living room.
Eventually Jimmy leaned down and pressed a rough kiss to your temple.
“You did good,” he murmured.
Jey’s hand settled warm over your stomach, smearing the mess a little. “Real good.”
They didn’t rush to move. They just stayed there with you while your body slowly stopped trembling, the night finally settling into something quieter after everything that had happened.
(Can you tell this was my favorite one to write)
Day13: Public sex
Pairing: CM Punk x Reader
Word count: 620
Summary: Public alley sex with CM Punk
Tags:Public Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Alley Sex, Creampie, Light Breath Play.
The bar was packed after the show—loud, sticky, full of people still riding the high from the match. You spotted CM Punk near the back, black hoodie, sleeves shoved up to his elbows, those tattoos sharp under the low light. He was nursing a drink, half-listening to someone talking at him, but his eyes kept drifting. When they finally locked on yours, that familiar little smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
He didn’t come over right away. He made you wait. Made you watch him finish his drink, say something short to the guy next to him, then cut through the crowd like he owned the floor. When he finally stopped in front of you, he leaned in just enough that only you could hear him over the noise.
“You’ve been staring,” he said, voice low and rough. “All night. What’s the plan here?”
You didn’t get a full answer out before he tilted his head toward the side exit. “Outside. Now.”
The alley was narrow, damp, and only half-lit by a flickering security light. Street noise was close—cars, voices, laughter from the main sidewalk maybe thirty feet away. Anyone turning the corner would see everything. Punk didn’t seem to care. He spun you around and pinned you to the brick wall with his body, one hand already sliding under your clothes.
“Fuck, you’re already wet,” he muttered against your ear, fingers pushing into you without much patience. “You were thinking about this in there, weren’t you? Sitting there looking at me like that.”
He worked you open with two fingers, rough and efficient, while his other hand yanked his jeans open. He was hard, thick, flushed dark at the head. He didn’t bother with more teasing. He lined up, gripped your hip hard, and drove into you in one deep thrust that punched the air out of your lungs.
“Shit—” he hissed through his teeth, forehead dropping against the wall beside your head. “Tight. Always so fucking tight.”
He started moving immediately—short, hard strokes that kept him buried deep, the wet sound of it almost covered by the city noise. Every time footsteps passed near the mouth of the alley he didn’t stop. He just clamped a hand over your mouth and kept fucking you, breath hot against your neck.
“Quiet,” he growled. “Unless you want someone to come look. Want them to see how you take it? How you open up for me like this?”
He shifted the angle, hitting deeper, and your muffled sound vibrated against his palm. He laughed under his breath, dark and pleased.
“Yeah. That’s it. Take it. You’ve been asking for this since you first looked at me.” His free hand slid up to your throat, not squeezing hard—just holding, claiming. “Tell me you wanted this. Say it.”
He eased his hand off your mouth just enough for you to speak.
“I wanted it,” you managed, voice shaky.
“Louder.” He snapped his hips harder, driving the words out of you. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I wanted you to fuck me,” you gasped. “Right here—anyone could see—”
“Good.” He covered your mouth again and really started using you, pace turning brutal. The brick scraped your back. His hoodie was still on, jeans only shoved down enough to free his cock, like he could pull out and walk back inside at any second. The thought only made him thrust harder.
“Gonna come inside you,” he muttered, voice strained now. “Mark you up and send you back in there dripping. Let everyone wonder why you’re walking funny.” His grip on your throat tightened just a fraction. “You gonna take it? All of it?”
You nodded against his hand. He cursed under his breath, slammed in deep one last time, and came hard—hips grinding, cock pulsing as he emptied inside you in thick spurts. He stayed buried for several long seconds, breathing heavily against your neck, still holding you pinned to the wall while the aftershocks rolled through both of you.
When he finally pulled out, it was slow, deliberate. He watched his come start to slip out of you, then tucked himself away and zipped up like nothing had happened. He looked at you once—messy, marked, still half-exposed in the alley—and that same cocky half-smile returned.
“Clean up,” he said quietly, almost casual. “Or don’t. Your call.”
Then he turned and walked back toward the bar entrance without another word, leaving you against the brick with the city noise closing back in around you.
hiiiiiii i just read the eddie x femreader x rey and it might be the best thing ive ever read.I sitill dont know how to use tumblr all that well but i was hoping we could get more of that? Or more eddie at least since theres soooo few fanfics about him xreader ANYWHRE :(
Hello lovely! I'm so glad you liked it! 💙💙
I can absolutely write more Eddie x Reader, and I completely get where you're coming from. The lack of any Eddie fics is part of the reason I started writing for him in the first place.
If you have any suggestions, requests, or if you have anything else you'd like to ask, my inbox is always open, darling. 💙
….𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟.
summary: word is bond.
content warnings: dubious consent, cuckolding, verbal humiliation and taunting, creampie, breeding, power imbalance, infidelity under pressure.
word count: 3286.
featuring: tribal chief! roman reigns / black!oc / jacob fatu.
authors note: i literally started this when jake and roman’s feud started and i just finished.
the arena was still loud when the referee’s hand slapped the mat for the third time. jacob’s shoulders were pinned. roman’s arm stayed heavy across his chest. the crowd roared, but roman leaned down just enough for only jacob to hear. “i told you,” he said, voice low and even. “i’ll be at your house in an hour. have her ready.” the taller man stood up, taking his title as his music played.
jacob didn’t answer. he just stared up at the lights while the medical team checked him and the arena began to empty.
the bet had been made three nights earlier over a round of cigars. roman had looked him dead in the eye and said, “you want that title shot? fine. but if i beat you clean, i take everything you care about for one night. your loyalty, your respect…your wife.” he’d paused, something darker flickering behind the calm. “that’s what i really want. fuck that belt, fuck the title…i need that.” if looks could kill, the tribal chief would’ve been slain. the answer was no, a resounding fuck you, but then jacob realized that it seemed like he didn’t believe in himself, that he knew he wouldn’t win. his pride acquiesced for him. they shook on it, it was law. now, it was time to pay the fucking reaper, sell his soul and his wife’s body to the devil incarnate.
the drive home was silent. jacob’s hands stayed tight on the wheel. his body ached, but none of it hurt as much as the weight in his chest. when he pulled into the driveway, the house lights were on.
naima was on the couch in a black tank top that stretched tight over her full, heavy breasts and the soft roll of her belly. gray shorts rode high on her thick thighs, her moisturized skin glowing under the lamp. the femme was naturally beautiful in a way that made even her leisure look like she was putting in effort.
“hey baby…sorry i didn’t get to watch the match…” she greeted; she really didn’t like watching him fight, so she would always rather apologize than to sit through the violence. that smile died the second she saw his face. “jacob… what happened? you look like someone died.” he didn’t sit, she sat up in alarm. “jake, did you fuckin’ kill roman?” jacob would’ve laughed at her if the situation wasn’t so fucked up. instead he shook his head, rubbing his hand over his face.
“man, naw. i lost…and we had a bet.”
naima’s brows pulled together. “a bet? what possibly could he have won in a bet that could make you so upset?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
the front door opened behind him before he could answer. “you.” the low vibrato that didn’t belong to her husband answered. roman stepped in like he paid the mortgage, and if you asked the arrogant son of a bitch he would say he did. he closed the door quietly and looked straight at naima who’s head snapped in jacob’s direction. “what?” she inquired, waiting for somebody…anybody to laugh and say they were just playing. “i’ve wanted you for years,” he said, voice low and almost gentle. “every time i saw you backstage, waiting for him…you knew what you were doin’, titties always out…” naima’s breath hitched. “roman… what the hell are you talking about? jacob, tell him to leave.”
jacob’s voice was tight. “if i lost… he gets everything. including you.” naima stared at her husband, then at roman. “you’re not serious. jacob, this isn’t funny. you can’t just… give me away.” roman walked toward her slowly. naima stood, the weight of her body shifting, tank top pulling tighter across her chest. he reached out and took her wrist, pulling her in close until her full breasts pressed against his hard chest. his free hand slid down her side, over the soft curve of her waist, then lower to squeeze one thick hip. “he’s not giving you away, i won you…” he murmured, almost against her ear. his fingers traced the edge of her shorts. “i’ve wanted to hear the sounds you make when you’re full, wanted to watch these heavy titties bounce while i fuck you deep and tonight i finally get to, you’re my prize.” naima’s voice shook. “jacob… please. this can’t be real.”
jacob finally moved, as if he came to his senses. he stepped forward, voice low and sharp. “no. fuck that. get your hands off her.” roman didn’t let go of naima’s wrist. he just turned his head slowly, his expression was calm but the look in his eyes was frigid. “you shook on it. you lost clean. this is the price.” he gritted through his teeth, holding onto the woman territorially ⸻ like he was her rightful owner.
“i’on give a fuck what i shook on,” jacob snapped, closing the distance until they were almost chest to chest. “you not fuckin’ my wife, blood. get the fuck out.” roman’s grip on naima tightened just enough to keep her close. “you already sold her when you took the bet. pride made you do it. now you’re gonna stand there and watch me collect.” jacob’s hands curled into fists. “try me. i’ll put you through that muhfuckin’ wall.”
roman’s voice dropped even lower, a huff cosplaying as a laugh. “you couldn’t put me down in the ring with a referee and a crowd. you think you’re gonna do it here? with her watching?” the air between them went tight. both men were breathing hard, close enough that one wrong move would turn the living room into a war zone. naima’s eyes flicked between them, heart hammering. “stop,” she said, voice shaking but loud. “both of you. just… stop.” neither man looked at her at first. jacob’s jaw was locked so hard a muscle jumped in his cheek. roman’s eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting.
naima pulled her wrist free from roman’s grip and stepped between them, soft body pressing against both of their chests for a second before she faced jacob fully. “baby… look at me.” her hands came up to his face, thumbs brushing over his jaw. “i’m not gonna let y’all kill each other in our living room. not over this. not over me.” jacob’s eyes finally dropped to hers. “naima—”
“i’m serious.” her voice cracked but stayed steady. “you already paid the price when you lost. if this is what it takes so y’all don’t tear the house apart… then i’ll do it. just… don’t fight. please.”
roman’s hand slid back to her hip from behind, possessive, but he didn’t say anything yet. he just watched jacob over her shoulder. naima kept her eyes on her husband. “i’m still yours after. you hear me? still yours. but right now… let me handle the mess you got us in, so nobody gets hurt worse than they already are.” jacob’s fists stayed clenched for a long second. his breathing was rough. finally he took one step back, eyes dark and furious, but he didn’t swing.
roman’s voice came low against naima’s ear. “smart girl.” he turned her around again and bent her over the arm of the couch with deliberate care, like he was positioning something precious. one strong hand stroked down her back, over the soft roll of her waist, then lower. he yanked the gray shorts down her thick thighs slowly, exposing the full, soft cheeks of her ass and the swollen folds of her pussy. he ran both hands over her, squeezing, spreading her open, thumbs brushing along the wetness already gathering there. “shittttt, look at you,” he said, voice thick with appreciation. “this pussy’s already wet for me. you’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?” he brought one hand down hard across her ass, she hissed from the sharp sting as he soothed the mark with his palm. “i’ve wanted to mark you up. leave my handprints on you. make sure you feel me even when i’m gone.” he glanced over at jacob, still standing frozen a few feet away. “look at your wife, jacob. already dripping for the man who just whooped your ass. she didn’t even put up a real fight.”
naima gasped. “roman… this is wrong… jacob is right there…” he freed himself, veiny manhood thick and heavy with anticipation as rubbed the head between her lips, coating himself in her wetness, slow and deliberate. he didn’t push in yet. instead he kept sliding the head up and down, teasing her, letting her feel how hard he was. “i’ve dreamed about this,” he said quietly, still looking at jacob while he teased naima. he leaned over her, chest against her back, one hand sliding under the tank to cup a full, heavy breast. his thumb circled the dark nipple slowly. “tell me you feel how much i want you.”
naima’s voice was shaky. “i feel it… you’re so hard… god…this is so fucked up…” roman finally pushed in. one long, relentless thrust that forced a broken sound out of her throat. her soft body jolted. heavy tits swung under the tank as he started fucking her deep and steady, hands gripping the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. “fuck… you’re tight,” he groaned, almost reverent. “warmer than i dreamed. taking me so deep already.” he stayed buried for a moment, just grinding, letting her feel every inch. then he looked straight at jacob. “this is what you lost, jacob. this soft, wet pussy…this fat ass bouncin’ on my dick.” naima’s hands clenched the cushions. her voice cracked as roman pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in harder. “augh… fuck! you’re so big… please… slow down… it feels like you’re splitting me open…” he fucked her like a man who’d been waiting years, the perfect intersection of sensual and rough at the same time. slow, deep strokes that let her feel every inch, then harder, wet, heavy slaps of his hips against her ass filling the quiet house. his free hand stayed on her breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between his fingers while he talked, eyes flicking between naima’s body and jacob’s face.
“you feel perfect under me. i’ve wanted to ruin this pussy for him. wanted to fill you up and make him watch every second.” he pulled the tank higher so both soft, heavy tits hung free, then reached around with both hands to play with them while he fucked her deeper.” naima’s voice broke between moans and half-protests. “this is so wrong… but it feels… ahh… fuck, roman… you’re so deep… please don’t stop… no, wait—i mean—oh my god…” her words tangled as another hard thrust forced a louder moan out of her. roman slowed for a moment, grinding deep, one hand sliding down to where they were joined. he rubbed slow circles over her clit while he stayed buried inside her. he looked at jacob again. “you hear that, jacob? your wife is already getting wetter for me. her body knows what it wants even if her mouth is still trying to fight it. i’ve wanted to feel this pussy squeeze me for so long. wanted to hear her try to stay quiet and fail… right in front of you.”
naima cried out, voice high and broken. “roman—fuck—it feels too good… i’m not supposed to like this… i’m so sorry… but he’s so deep… ahh… right there… don’t stop…” her thick thighs trembled. “oh god… i’m close already… please… i can’t hold it…” he kept the same relentless pace, one hand still working her clit, the other gripping a heavy breast, squeezing and rolling the nipple. “cum on my dick, pretty girl. let him watch you fall apart for me. he thought he could protect you from me, mmm…you belong to me.” naima’s first orgasm hit hard. her whole body tensed, thick thighs shaking, soft belly pressing against the arm of the couch as she came with a loud, broken moan. “fuck! roman! i’m cumming… i’m cumming on this dick… oh my god… it feels so good… i hate that it feels this good… jacob… baby… i’m so sorry…” roman didn’t stop. he fucked her through it, hips never slowing, hands still roaming over her plush frame, gripping her thick hips, spreading her wider so he could sink even deeper. “that’s one, jacob. your wife just came on my cock. soft little body shaking, pussy squeezing me so tight… and she still has more in her. i want another one. i want to feel this pussy milking me until she can’t think straight… while you stand there and take it.”
naima was panting, voice wrecked. “i can’t… it’s too much… this is so humiliating…please don’t stop… keep fucking me… fuck— you’re hitting s-so deep…” her second orgasm built fast, forced out of her by the relentless, euphoric pace. “i’m cumming again… oh god… my legs… i can’t even stand… fuck… yes… just like that… i’m sorry… i keep coming…” he grunted low, as her body clenched around him a second time. he kept thrusting through it, slower now, deep and grinding, hands roaming like he couldn’t get enough of how soft she was.“look at that grip...i think you wanted this, you fuckin’ liar, look at you.” he reached under again, cupping both swollen mounds, squeezing them as he fucked her. “you wanted to be used as a fuckin’ cum slut didn’t you? you wish you could take us both at the same time?”
naima’s voice was almost a sob now, mixed with moans. “roman… please… i’m so sorry… i keep cumming for him… i can’t stop…” she pushed back against him a little, like her body was betraying her. “you’re so deep… i can feel you in my stomach… fuck…” roman’s rhythm stayed powerful but deliberate. he leaned over her fully, chest against her back, one hand still on her breast, the other sliding down to grip her soft belly while he thrust. he spoke to jacob without looking away from naima’s body.
“i’ve wanted to ruin her for you, jacob. wanted to leave my cum so deep inside her that you can still taste me when you fuck her later. wanted to mark this soft body so every time she looks in the mirror she remembers who had her first tonight… the man who beat you clean.” he bit lightly at her shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue. “you’re taking me so well, naima. this thick ass bouncing every time i bottom out… fuck. i could stay inside you all night… while he just watches.” naima moaned louder, almost desperate. “don’t stop… please don’t stop… i know it’s wrong… i know jacob is hurting… but you feel so good… right there, right there… use me… i’ve never been fucked like this…” her voice cracked as she flew through a rolodex of pitiful begging. “i’m gonna cum again if you keep going… roman… please… fill me up… i want to feel it…” he finally let himself go a little harder, the wet slap of his hips against her soft ass louder, his hands gripping her tighter. “cum one more time for me then. squeeze this dick like you never want me to leave. let him hear how good the man who’s always wanted you can make his wife feel… while he stands there powerless.” naima’s third orgasm hit her hard and messy. her whole body shook, her knees buckled, as she completed an orgasm trifecta with a broken cry. “i can’t stop…oh my god….” only then did roman bury himself to the hilt, grind hard, and release deep inside her with a low, primitive groan. “that’s it… take every drop… i’ve wanted to leave my cum in you for so long…” he stayed buried, pulsing, filling her while his hands kept stroking her body, from her hips, her belly, her pillowy mounds, like he was memorizing the feel of her. he looked at jacob one last time while still inside her. “your wife is full of me now. wrecked and fuckin’ shaking and she came three times while you watched.” he pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from her immediately, running down the soft inside of her thigh. “the same amount of seconds it took me to beat you.” his hand stroked her ass one more time, almost affectionate, before he fixed his clothes. he looked at jacob once more, voice still even. “fix your face man, a bet is a bet. we don’t renege on bets.” then roman left, as swiftly as he came. the door closed behind him with a quiet click, leaving the couple to contend with the aftermath of his depraved desire.
silence hung for three full seconds until jacob moved and he grabbed naima by the hair, dragged her off the couch onto the carpet, and shoved her face-down. she was still open, still leaking roman’s cum but jacob didn’t care. he yanked his own pants down, lined up, and slammed into her used pussy hard enough to make her cry out. “you let him,” he growled against her ear, fucking her rough, punishing, every thrust forcing more of roman’s release out around his cock. “you took it, enjoyed every fuckin’ second. you never been fucked like that before?” he asked, using her words against her. naima’s voice was muffled against the carpet, broken and wet. “jacob… i’m sorry… i couldn’t stop it… it felt so good… please… i fuckin’ love you… i was trying to make it okay…” her words came out between hard, punishing thrusts. “he was so deep… i came so hard for him… i hate that i came for him… jacob… slower… no, don’t stop… just… fuck, it hurts so good… baby, i’m yours… i’m still yours…” his hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass and hips, spreading her wider, pounding deep. one hand stayed fisted in her hair, the other spanking her already marked cheeks red between thrusts. naima’s body jolted under him, slick thighs shaking, her upper half pressed into the floor; shifting with every hard stroke. jacob fucked her angry, using the same body roman had just claimed and praised, only meaner, deeper, like he could fuck the memory of the other man out of her.
“say it,” jacob demanded, thrusting harder. “say you came on his cock.”
naima sobbed out a moan. “i came on his cock… i came so hard for him… three times… and now you’re using me too… fuck, jacob… fill me up… please… i love you… i’m so sorry…” he came hard inside her, grinding through it, adding to the mess already leaking from her. when he finally pulled out, naima stayed collapsed on the carpet, breathing hard, both of them quiet for a long moment.
jacob sat back against the couch, staring at her open, used body, marked by two men in the span of an hour. roman’s words still hung in the air. naima’s voice was small, almost a whisper. she reached a shaky hand toward him. “jacob… baby… are we okay? i didn’t mean to… enjoy it like that… he just… he made it feel so good… but i kept trying… i didn’t want you to feel alone in it… please… look at me…” she begged. not knowing how they would ever move on from this. “get cleaned up,” he said eventually, voice flat. naima stayed on the floor a moment longer, voice soft. “i’m still yours, jacob. even after all that. i’m still yours…”
