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no-144444 · 21 days ago

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PLEASE WRITE SOME MORE ARTHUR LECLERC FICS PLSSSSSS

preferably angst, fluff or smut 😜

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caveman tendencies- a.leclerc

꩜summary: he's not a caveman... sometimes...

꩜pairing: arthur leclerc x fem! reader

꩜a/n: smut 18+

Arthur was dramatic at the worst of times, but this was excessive. Monaco GP, an important weekend, you understood. Emotions were high. You were all cheering on Charles, and hoping against hope that Lando wouldn’t take pole.

Then he did. Arthur slammed his hand against the desk, discarding his headphones as he walked away, livid. Part of you wanted to follow him, but you really knew he just needed space. You knew it wasn’t just Charles’s pole being taken from him that set Arthur off, it was also the fresh wound of the reserve driver situation. Everyone knew Arthur was a brilliant driver. He had pace. He had talent. Yet, he didn’t get chosen, because Zhou was just better, and that was a hard pill to swallow. He’d been battling it for months, trying to rationalise Ferrari’s choice in his own mind. It was hard. It has been hard. This was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

You watched as he walked away, and despite your heart shouting at you to go after him, you stayed put, right beside Pascale, Alex, and Lorenzo.

“He’ll be fine,” Lorenzo whispered, noticing your internal battle. “Nothing like a bit of drama in Monaco.”

You chuckled with him, the tension in your body relaxing. He was right, Arthur just needed a moment to calm down. “There always is,” you smiled back.

Parties on yachts weren’t mandatory, but Charles had been invited, which meant he was dragging Arthur along, which meant he was dragging you along. It was loud, annoyingly loud, and Arthur was still fighting some inner battle, so he was silent and pissed the entire night. You spent your time with Charles, who found Carlos, who was pretty funny, you’d found out. You basically spent the whole night by his side, listening and laughing. You appreciated it, considering how the day had panned out. Even Charles seemed to relax, which was surprising considering the devastation he had been dealing with earlier in the day.

Arthur watched you from across a sea of people. You looked radiant in the setting sun, your dress perfectly complimenting everything about you, and that smile. Genuinely, he didn’t know what he did in a past life to deserve you, but he thanked his past self daily. You kept laughing all night, and at first, it didn’t bother him. Why should it? Charles made you laugh all the time. Then he caught a glimpse of Carlos Sainz, and his mood changed completely. Of course he was there, capitalising on a moment where Arthur wasn’t there. He’d never told you (and he never would) that he had heard Carlos talking about you once, he was gone for you. He wanted you so badly, he didn’t even care if he had to take you away from his then-teammates brother, saying that ‘he’d be a better fit’. It had made Arthur’s blood boil, but he didn’t say anything, not wanting to make a scene, or let Carlos in on the fact that he knew.

In moments like these, where Carlos was standing just an inch too close, Arthur wished he’d gone up to him and punched him square in the face, warning him to stay away from you. But he didn’t.

There was a whole dance floor of people between you, and yet, his eyes didn’t leave you for one moment. The way you spoke. The way you stood. The way you smiled. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“What’s going on?” Lorenzo asked, seeing the way his little brother stared.

He cleared his throat, pulling his eyes away from you for the first time that evening. “Nothing.”

Lorenzo gave him that knowing look he hated so much. He rolled his eyes as Lorenzo chuckled. “Doesn’t seem like nothing.”

“Well, it is,” he argued, turning his attention back to you. Well, to where you were five seconds ago. You weren’t there anymore. Arthur’s eyes searched the boat, and finally found the pink fabric of your dress, descending down the stairs with Carlos beside you. He felt a sense of possessiveness blossom in his chest, and he swallowed the string of curses he would’ve let out, had his very observant older brother not been beside him.

“He’s probably showing her where the bathroom is,” he chuckled, leaning into Arthur. “He’s just a nice guy.”

“He is in love with her,” he gritted out. “And he doesn’t even try to hide it.”

Lorenzo nodded. “But I think you’re forgetting the fact that Y/n is in love with you,” he added before walking off.

Annoyingly, Lorenzo was right. You were in love with Arthur, you told him so everyday. Not only that, but you showed him everyday. Showing up for important moments in his life, supporting and loving him unconditionally, and everything else you did for him. Truly, he had nothing to worry about. Still, he felt that stupidly possessive side of him call for him to march downstairs and pull you into a bedroom and show you that you were his. Remind himself too. But he wasn’t a caveman, and he had a semblance of self control.

“Putain de ridicule,” he spat out, his hands gripping at your waist, hard enough to leave bruises. He practically manhandled you into one of the yacht's bedrooms, glad it wasn’t already in use. He was going to fucking ruin you, and hope Carlos heard every single second of it. He pressed his lips against yours, pouring every ounce of passion and affection he had for you into the kiss. He couldn’t stop now, and you didn’t want him to. You had no idea what had gotten into him, but you weren’t going to start complaining. You liked this side of Arthur, this uncontrolled, sexy, and fun side of Arthur. He was so routine sometimes. So busy. It was nice to see him let go.

Your ass hit the bed and you fell back, being caught by the comfortable pillows and mattress. You stared up at him. Hair messy, eyes dark, an expression you couldn’t quite make sense of, on his face. “Are you ok?” you asked, reaching up and cupping his cheek. His hands circled your waist as he nodded, and he kissed you again, all tongue and heat.

You kissed him right back, fisting at his shirt, a silent plea for him to remove it. He did as he was told, quickly unbuttoning his white shirt, then wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you up against him so you could feel everything. I mean, everything. He groaned into your mouth as you grinded up into him, and you smiled into the kiss.

“Enlève tes vêtements,” he huffed out, pulling back and starting with the zipper of your dress. You thought he forgot sometimes that you weren’t completely fluent in French, but he seemed to say that a lot, take off your clothes. You complied immediately, shedding yourself of the dress. His mouth watered when he realised you hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath. “Mon Dieu,” he breathed out, dropping his head down and beginning to kiss small love bites onto your tits. You lay there, enjoying every second of it, hand in his hair, lost in the moment.

“What has gotten into you?” you groaned as he kissed lower, the tops of his fingers slowly making their way into your white lace panties.

“Tu es parfait,” he kissed your stomach. You're perfect. “Je vous aime tellement,” he was breathless, and insatiable. I love you so much. “Please,” he pleaded, his eyes wide and begging. You knew what he wanted. “Please, my love.”

“Just fuck me, Arthur,” you smiled, pulling him up to your level by his hair. He continued kissing you as he pulled down his dress pants and boxers in one, then turned his attention to your dripping panties.

“Fuck,” he breathed out and he hooked a finger in your panties to pull them down. The action made you moan, a ghost of his finger over the place you wanted him most, then the cold air hitting your cunt. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, your face. Eyes screwed shut and nothing had even happened yet. He smiled. “Ready?”

You nodded as he lined himself up, and pushed inside with one movement. You groaned out much too loud, and clapped a hand over your mouth. Slowly, he moved, and with every thrust, you felt yourself getting louder, closer to cumming, your brain clouding over. “So good,” you whined out, your hands dragging down his back as he fucked into faster. “So good.”

“Love you,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, a groan ripping through his throat as he grabbed your thighs, changing the angle. You moaned louder than you knew you could. He smirked, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Wanna try something,” he breathed out, his eyes stuck to you like he couldn’t look at anything else. He placed your legs up on his shoulders, basically folding you in half, and he went deeper than he’d ever been. You yelped, but he kissed you, tapering it off. He was pretty sure Carlos got the message at this point, if he could hear it. “Love you,” he babbled. “So much.”

“Love you-ugh- too,” you whined. “Faster Arthur,” you groaned. “Please.”

“I’m gonna cum,” his voice was strained, trying desperately to not cum too soon. “So beautiful baby, so pretty.”

You didn’t even have the time to warn him, you just came all over his cock, fucking up to him. Your cunt tightened around him and it triggered his orgasm, a loud moan leaving his own lips. You both stayed there, utterly exhausted.

“We should probably get back to the party,” you whispered, your eyes half closed. He lifted his head off your chest and it gave you a glance at his puffy lips. You smiled.

“Yeah, two minutes,” he agreed, trying to piece himself back together after having the best sex of his life.

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4milly · 6 months ago

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childish - jey u.

parings: manipulative!jey uso x black!reader

warnings: angst, use of n word, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, jey being an asshole is my fav sorry, cream pie, shower sex, manipulative jey, impregnation, dacryphilia, dumbification (if you squint),

word count: 3.9k (I BEEN GONE I WANTED TO GIVE YALL SOME)

you make me so mad, but i just come right back. it’s like i can’t get over you…

the music blasting through the speakers was enough to tune out the sound of your phone ringing...for nearly the 100th time. sexy redd and a bottle of casamigos mixed together was good enough to take your mind off things, not erase them.

jey called. than he called again. and again. and againnnn. he was doing all he could to reach you. he could play stupid all he fucking wanted too, he knew what the fuck he did. minus the arguing all day—for the last year—, jacob going live on instagram with them in the club last night was the straw that broke the camels back.

"imma head to bed though, ma. my damn head is pounding against my skull and shit" he muttered through the phone on facetime last night.

the call ended with the two of you kissing the screen on some clingy teenager bullshit. you were all googly eyed at him, just completely enamored. your man, your man, your man...all to get a live sent to you 45 minutes later of him in the club with some groupie ass bitch grinding on his lap and his hands on her hips.

all day you were going back and forth, him wanting to know what the problem is and you dodging it, making shady subliminal posts on the gram instead.

"bitch, get out your fucking head! fuck that nigga! he gone feel you this time!" you snapped out of your thoughts hearing lana, your best friend. she was kind enough to round up all the girls, give you her most see through and shortest outfit, do your hair, and makeup. honestly? you felt horrible. you wanted to do nothing more but lay in bed and cry you eyes out. but that nagging anger bubbling inside you was stronger.

she was right. he was gone feel it this time. no matter how much you missed him, it was fuck him right now.

a smile broke out on your glossed lips as, get it sexy began to play, "aw shit nah. get it bitch! cmon y'all!" you all headed to the dance floor ready to leave your problems there.

you lowered to your knees, bouncing your ass to the music. the liquor was starting to flow through your veins rapidly. you even raised your dress up a little just below your ass. one wrong move and you'd be flashing everyone in this damn place.

your back collided with a strong chest, "you showing out over here, baby." the man groaned in your ear, snaking his hands over your waist to pull your ass towards his growing crotch.

the man started kissing and sucking on your neck whilst his hands snaked downwards to your exposed thighs. you leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinding your ass in a circle on his crotch.

for a moment, your mind went to jey. you felt guilty. what he did was considered inappropriate, and it embarrassed the fuck out you. it was like every month for the last year, it was another random ass bitch he wanted to show his 32's too.

you knew jey would never cheat on you, but that didn't stop the insistent feeling that he didn't at least come close to. coming home smelling like perfume, taking pictures with random ho's from the club, the mall, or at wrestling events. liking their pictures on the gram. it's like you aren't enough for him anymore.

yet, just letting this man touch all on you made you sick. you had a man...even if it felt like you were in the relationship all alone.

"oh shit..." lana mumbled, her eyes nearly falling on the floor

the mans hands raised to squeeze one of your breast, just as he was yanked off you, "aye yo! what the fuck is this shit? this the shit yo ass fuckin doin? you got me so fucked up!"

speak of the devil they shall appear, i guess. anger radiated off jey's body. his nose flared, snarl on his face, and his dickriding ass cousins in tow right behind him. just perfect.

"boy fuck you! you can't take shit you dish out," you yelled back, frustration from the last 24 hours finally spilling out. "get the fuck out my face."

"how do you barge in here like that shit, after having some random—"

"mind yo hoe ass business, lana. you don't know shit about what the fuck you talkin' bout!"

you pushed jey backwards by his chest, "don't talk to her like that! chill—"

"fuck is yo ass even doin' in here! i'm callin' all day to see where my girl at and you letting some random ass motherfucka touch all on you?" jey's eyes narrowed with hatred as his voice continued to raise

"excuse me," a man clearing his throat caught everyone's attention, "i'm going to have to ask all of you to leave the property. this drama has no place here."

jey slowly nodded his head before kissing his teeth. his eyes held so much hate, you barely could recognize him. for a split second, you regretted this whole night. had you just stayed your ass home all this could've been avoided. but he had no right to be a hypocrite. especially, rolling in here with all that bass in his voice like he was a saint.

he mugged you up and down, "you know what? i'm out. have fun with yo hoe ass friends, mama. where that motherfuka at? i got a few condoms for ole boy"

jey's face snapped to the side. his cheek began to sting from the force of your hand, "you got some fucking nerve! you had a fucking headache last night, right? lemme guess, random ass bitches make you feel better? I was on that damn live. but im the hoe? hopefully yo chest hurt just as fuckin bad as my feelings do!"

the next morning felt like war. the house once filled with love between two lovers felt like a cage holding a lion and a tiger...one just waiting for the other to pounce. jey's face adorned with bags, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he stared at you in the kitchen. when the club owner forced everyone to get the fuck out of his establishment before he called the police, jey snatched you by your arm, pushing you into the car.

the whole ride home the both of you shouted at each other. name calling, you hitting the dashboard, him hitting the stirring wheel. the car felt like it was suffocating under the weight of all the things you both wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words for. instead? you choose to just say 'fuck you' over and over. his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel tighter, while your voice cracked from the strain of yelling. the tension was so thick, even the air outside the car seemed to press in through the windows. by the time you pulled into the driveway, the silence that followed was deafening, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. neither of you moved, both staring straight ahead, unwilling to be the first to speak or step out.

jey choose to sleep on the couch, giving you the option to sleep in the bedroom. this morning was no different than last night. neither one of you wanted to speak first. you were tired of arguing with him—tired of him especially. you were sick of the random ass insta tags from women, the dm's, getting sent live videos...it was too much. what was supposed to be growing together felt like growing apart.

you looked up over the counter to see jey still mean muggin' you, "stop fuckin' looking at me!" you finally snapped. call you childish, for starting a fight again, but he was the one doing this. not you.

"watch yo fuckin' voice hollerin' and shit at my ass. you was the one shakin' yo ass and shit in the club. all on instagram throwing shade at me, taking pictures of yo ass out. but im the damn problem. mane, get the fuck outta here with that," jey groaned rubbing his head in his hands

"so what? you can have bitches on your lap, but i dance on a nigga, and thats your problem? you're a fucking hypocrite! i hate your ass!" you instantly regretted that, not even just saying it. but thinking of it.

"i was pushing her off me! had yo ass looked you would've seen that shit! yo ass wasn't pushing ole boy off you. was you? yo ass wanted to get back at me so bad, you damn near was finna fuck him." the thought of you and the man was vivid in jey's mind. his eyes darkening all over.

"you're a fucking liar! you were letting her grind all in your lap! I seen it! what about a few weeks ago? the bitch from your job? asking you to autograph her panties?" you scoffed before looking away. the whole conversation was a dead end. it was getting no where. he was being a hypocrite and you only wanted your point to get across. but that was jey: never wanting to take accountability or listen to shit anybody else has to say.

"thats my fuckin' job! you know that shit!"

you threw your hands in the air, before walking into the bedroom. as you slammed the door behind you, your chest heaved with a mix of anger and frustration. you couldn’t wrap your head around how jey always managed to twist things, how he never took accountability for anything.

it felt like every fight ended the same—with you drained and him unfazed. you sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets as if they could anchor you to something solid. what stung more was the realization that he probably didn’t even care. it was like he lived in a world where he could do no wrong, and you were just a storm he had to wait out.

jey leaned back on the couch with a smug smirk creeping onto his face. he rubbed his jaw, shaking his head like the whole argument was nothing more than a joke, "always trippin’ over nothing," he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and scrolling aimlessly on instagram. in his mind, he wasn’t the problem—you were.

all he’d done was go out, and you couldn’t handle it. he did have a headache, but when he felt better, his cousin invited him to the club.

after a few drinks started making their rounds, so did the women. he did let the woman dance on him, and he did grab her hips to grind against her. but as soon as he remembered you—how you were waiting at home in nothing but a shirt and a pair of panties, probably fresh out of the shower smelling like vanilla—he pushed her off him. it was just dancing.

nothing more.

He chuckled low under his breath, his ego shielding him from any self-reflection. "man, she really be actin’ like I’m out here wildin’ for real," he said to no one in particular, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.

to him, the whole fight was just another example of you being “dramatic.”

you’d come out of the room eventually, probably still mad, but Jey figured he’d smooth things over like he always did. after all, you weren’t going anywhere. at least, that’s what he told himself as he stretched out on the couch, arms behind his head, convinced he was untouchable.

the sound of the shower turning on caught his attention, the thought of you undressing, body soaked with water, instantly got him worked up. he immediately stood up, his body moving almost on its own accord. the temptation was too strong to resist. jey made his way to the bathroom door, listening intently to the sound of water hitting tile. he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

Was this crossing a line? you were still upset with him, after all. But the image of your wet skin, droplets and soap cascading down your curves, consumed his thoughts. he swallowed hard, desire overriding his better judgment. he wanted to make up to you the only way he knew how.

slowly, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. steam billowed out, enveloping him in its warm embrace. through the foggy glass of the shower door, he could make out your silhouette. his breath caught in his throat as he watched you run your hands through your hair, completely unaware of his presence. he began to undress himself, leaving his clothes in a small pile near yours. his hand grabbing his rock hard dick, beginning to stroke it to the sight of your body.

jey's heart raced as he silently slid open the shower door, stepping into the warm spray behind you. you tensed, startled by his sudden presence, but didn't turn around. he placed his hands gently on your hips, pressing his body against your back.

"i'm sorry," he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing your wet skin. "let me make it up to you, mama."

you remained still, conflicted. part of you wanted to push him away, to hold onto your anger. but his touch sent shivers down your spine, awakening a familiar hunger.

jey's hands roamed up your sides, cupping your breasts as he kissed along your shoulder. a small gasp escaped your lips, betraying yourself. he smiled against your skin, knowing he was breaking through your defenses.

slowly, you turned to face him, water cascading down your front. your eyes stained red as tears flowed freely from them, "i love you, baby." he sighed before wrapping his arm under your thigh to push it against your chest, "you love me?"

you knew his question was a ploy to get you to break down. you feel for it every time. you nodded weakly, your resolve crumbling. "i love you too," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rush of water.

his signature smirk appeared on his face—he won. you weren't going anywhere. he kissed you deeply, passionately, as if trying to convey all his emotions through that single act. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, your body betraying your lingering anger.

you knew you should resist, should hold onto your anger, but your body responded to his touch instinct. jey's lips crashed into yours, passionate and hungry. you melted into his embrace, your body responding to his touch despite your lingering hurt. his fingers dug into your thigh as he pressed you against the cool tile wall.

"show me," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "show me how much you love me, mama."

he positioned himself at your entrance, sliding his dick between your folds. your arousal leaking all over him, "its yo dick, mama. you all mines. y'hear me? ion want nobody else..." you whimpered as Jey teased you, your body trembling with need.

"fuck," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, "i need you so bad."

jey smirked, clearly pleased with your surrender. in one swift motion, he thrust into you with a grunt at the feelings of your pussy hugging him tightly, filling you completely. you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation, "that's right, mama. no one else can make you feel this good. yea?"

"look at you, taking my dick so well," he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. "you can't stay mad at me when I'm fucking you like this, can you?"

you shook your head weakly, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. your anger melted away, replaced by a desperate need for more.

"tell me I'm the best you ever had," jey demanded, his ego swelling with every word, his voice low and dripping with arrogance as he leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours like a challenge he knew he’d already won

as he began to move, setting a punishing rhythm, you lost yourself in the sensations. the steam, the heat of his body, the fullness of him inside you, was all so familiar. all of jey's apologies ended this way. you lowered your head into the crook of his neck as your mewls bounced off the glass walls. jey felt the sensation of tears on his shoulder, warm and damp against his skin. at first, he rolled his eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips again.

the more he moved, the less pain you felt—and soon you were taking him so well. his dick was coated in your slick, a ring of white started form around his base as he plunged in and out of your pussy.

you felt pathetic. here you were; screaming and yelling at jey for being so inconsiderate about your relationship, inappropriate with other women, swearing you were done with him...and now you're crying about letting him fuck you in the shower. his dick thrusting in and out of your pussy, and bouncing you on it.

right where you belonged.

"this all you needed right, mama? stop crying. tell me whatchu needed. you just wanted to get fucked, hm?" jey laughed breathlessly, pressing you deeper against the wall as his hips pounded into you, "gotta remind my girl she ain't leavin' me. only place she belongs is right here. fuck me back, baby."

jey placed small kisses on your cheeks, where your tears rolled down. you hated him for making you like this—complete putty in his hands. you knew he was ruining you for all others. but what could you say? no matter how many fights, you still loved him. everything with him just felt right. you couldn't picture it with anybody else.

he chuckled darkly, increasing his pace. "that's right, mama. you all mine. no matter how mad you get."

your pussy clenched around him. the only sound in the room was you pussy making obscene noises every time he stroked, "j-jey.." you sobbed out against his shoulder as jey hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

he was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard.

"i-i hate you," you whimpered unconvincingly, your walls clenching around him.

jey laughed, the sound rich and condescending. "no you don't, mama. you close? focus on cummin' baby. i love that shit."

each thrust puts stars in your vision. he’s splitting you open from behind with a steady, strong pace. your pussy clenches down on his cock and he curses under his breath at the feeling. he loved how you squeezed his length as quiet, pained mewls escaped your throat. your stomach dropped and your hips shuddered as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. your mouth opened on a loud string of sobs as you push your hips towards his. you felt your belly start to tighten as his strokes sped up.

"m-m-m gonna c-cummm," you let out a strangled cry as your orgasm flooded the both of you.

"shit! fuck, baby. you can take it. it's your dick" he growled as your pussy tightened from overstimulation. it made his eyes roll and stomach clench so hard that it hurts.

"you ha-have to pull, aw fuck! you have to pull out." you and jey always used some sort of protection. jey remembered, you mentioning how you forgot to renew your birth control pills. he finally found his way out of another one of your dramatic ass arguments. he was gonna make you a mommy, "w-we can't bring a baby into th—"

"shh, shh," he hushed your protest as his hips continued to rock into your pussy, his dick coated in a sheer layer of white slicking him up, "don't worry bout that, right now. just focus on cummin' again, baby. you so pretty when you do." his voice almost hypnotic

jey's thrusts grew even more forceful, your body bouncing against the slick tile with each powerful movement. He gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you in place.

you sniffled as you finally calmed down. your body still betraying you by leaking onto jey's dick. he pressed his lips to yours and groaned spilling rope after rope inside you with choking gasps. your over-sensitive, aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum inside of you, sending another mini orgasm out of you. he kept his dick plugged inside of you, feeding you soft thrust, making sure all his cum was drained into you.

"you know I love you, right?" he let out a small chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pressed soft kisses on your face—your eyes welling with tears again, "i told you it wasn't that deep. stop being so childish, ight? y'know you my baby. no other motherfucka but you."

you blinked, confused, a mix of frustration and guilt clouding your thoughts. he could see it in your eyes, how the doubt started to creep in. you opened your mouth to argue but found yourself hesitating. the way he framed it, the way he made you feel like the one in the wrong, made you question everything, "you're right...i'm sorry, jey. i really am."

"that's what i thought," jey murmured, his smile widening as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you like nothing had ever happened. his touch felt possessive, almost reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach.

you’d said it—apologized when it wasn’t even your fault—but his manipulation left you feeling small, but once again, it didn't bother you.

he kissed the top of your head, acting like everything was fine, like the argument had never happened. "you’re good, baby," he whispered, his voice smooth, convincing. "stop letting these lil things mess wit us. we gone start our own lil family soon. my baby's gonna have my baby."

his words made your pussy soak his dick again absentmindedly and tighten all over. your body betrayed you once again, your pussy clenching and fluttering around jey's softening cock still buried inside you. a rush of warmth flooded your core as you felt his seed seeping deeper, seeking out your womb with primal purpose. your inner walls rippled with aftershocks, milking every last drop from him as if desperate to be filled.

jey set this up...he flooded his cum into you and right now it was rushing towards your womb. you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the right time, and maybe, just maybe, jey wasn’t the right person. yet, it all still felt so perfect.

his voice was honey-sweet, dripping with false tenderness that you desperately wanted to believe. "yo body knows what it needs, even when that pretty lil head of yours get all mixed up with drama and being childish."

you nodded, your chest tight as you fought the overwhelming urge to pull away, to tell him the truth—that this wasn’t okay, that it shouldn’t be this way. but you didn’t. because the way he looked at you, so certain and calm, made you second guess yourself again.

yet, imagine the look on your face when you see two pink lines on a pregnancy test 3 weeks later and a DM of a video with another woman's lips on your mans in the back of the club. but of course, he was pushing her off...right?

right?

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