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Formally known as Living

Lorena and Joshua have a unspoken bond, but when Lorena re-evaluates their agreement. She wants more and she wants more with Josh. Joshua is thriving and doesn’t want anything to change.

Will Lorena cave and give up her dreams just to be with Josh?

Will Josh cave in and give Lorena what she wants?

They both know the answer but still fight, she knows he’s Mr.wrong but when they get along they get along so good.

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More coming sooonnn

Starring Lorena Mitchel 28, “The lover girl”

Joshua Fatu 37, “Mr.wrong”

Jordan Calloway, 33 “Mr.Calloway”

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Me and Mr.Wrong

The calm up and down of your breathing, the only calm thing in the room right now. Nerves. The clench of Josh’s hands as he sits at the edge of the couch. Maybe his hands were itching to touch her, maybe they were itching to pull himself up and out of the house altogether.

Up, down. Up, down.

She said in her head,the only voice she cared to hear right now. It felt like her arms were spreading the shakes everywhere. The hot, uncomfortable sticking to her like sweat.

Up, down. Up, down.

“Baby,” he called out, feeling her slip away all the friendliness he had liked so much about her was gone, toward him. She sat there in silence something she never did. This was a bad idea.

She sucked in a deep, sudden breath before she tried to open her mouth and say something. The dryness of her lips telling time on its own.

“It’s okay, Joshua,” she muttered before standing up. Him popping up right behind her—the heaviest weight that had been on his shoulders lifted, but then was replaced twice over. Dread.

No matter what she said, he knew this wasn’t okay. After such a long battle, after such a simple and perfect time. It had looked like their future.

Joshua would carry it around in his wallet if he could.

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Hi hi everyone I’m potentially back and I will be continuing Me and Mr.Wrong but, I will be revamping it so that may take me a while but in my involuntary time way I realized I haven’t been the type of writer I want to be and in order to be that I need time so….

The updates will probably be very slow but that’s just because I care and there aren’t many people this update will be for but I digress.

I will also be writing for other people, I would love requests but that’s all for now thank you for reading. 💕

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Okay my phone is still in and out but it’s mostly out but I will get back to writing

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Nvm yall im going back out

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Omfgggg tumblr guess who’s phone came back onnnnnn

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Ony and Anjelica make filthy, sloppy, passionate love.

Warning you may need to change your panties(if I do say so myself)

Intro to Physics was so boring. It felt like high school, the hour and a half class started to feel like a full school day. I could barely keep my eyes open using my balled up fist as a pillow against my cheek as I dozed off again.

“Excuse me Miss Richard’s can you please tell me one of newtons laws?” Mr. Brown quizzed.

Quickly sitting up flipping through my notes as the question repeats in my head. I feel like he makes the lessons boring as fuck on purpose so he can do things like this.

A little under instantly I recited “The force acting on an object is equal to the mass of that object times its acceleration. F=m, Newton’s second law.” Looking at the old man who just quietly nodding a me lazily before going back to the lesson.

Stepping outside again back into the warmth felt amazing. Linking up with my friends James, Nora, and Londyn.

“I want some chipotle” Nora whined as we walked down the stone brick pathways on the way to drop James off to his dorm apartment.

“It’s James’ turn to pick.” I reminded going through my emails. “Fuck” I accidentally said out loud.

“What?” Londyn asked

“The salón is infested with termites so Mitch is shutting everything down for at least a week for fumigations.” I did not bust my ass getting my license just to have it sit in the frame.

“Damn but speaking of the salon and stuff my homebody Ony, he needs his locs done and stuff.” He rattled off as we approached his building.

“How you a boy and don’t know about loc’s?” Nora laughed.

Smacking his teeth “Cause what glorila said ima black ass nigga with waves.” He remixed.

“And a mixer with hella ugly.” She fired back Nora and James doesn’t know it but we all know they’re fucking on the low.

“I wasn’t even talking to you, sis you gon take care of my boy?” He asked causing Londyn to snort.

“She gone take real good care of him.” She dragged.

“Awe hell this sound messy let me gon head and go in the house and we’re eating tacos tonight.” He said going into house.

“Wait you know Ony?” Nora asked

“She more than knows him remember last year when Ony got into it with that boy on the field? That was because our sis got some good cootie cat.” Smacking my teeth at her.

“We were together in high school. We broke up when we got to collage, and then we broke up again year before last and Ony having a short temper don’t got nothing to do with me.” I finished explaining our history.

“Damn so you retwisting his hair?” Nora asked

Shrugging “I mean money is money.”

“Plus it’s Ony and maybe even some dick. . . Okay bye now” she slickly said before going into her apartment leaving just me and Nora.

“Don’t worry I won’t be in the way I too have a d appointment.” She said trying to be vague.

“It’s not a d appointment and we already knew what you were doing tonight. The same thing you’ve done four Friday’s and Wednesday’s in a row.” I teased as we walking into our apartment.

“He he ha ha worry about Ony and when he coming over here.” She said going down the hallway into her room to get ready I’m assuming.

Going into my bathroom getting my shine and jam, hair clips, ratail comb and everything to wash a detox his hair. Maybe five minutes went by before I heard a knock on the door.

Trotting over and opening the door stood Ony in all his tattooed six foot two glory holding two drink and a chic fil a bag.

“You remembered I always get- the 12 count nuggets with the fries, two Polynesian sauce and a lemonade. I know pretty.” He ran down my order walking past me into the house.

Sitting on the couch eating my food before realizing Ony didn’t have anything.

“Wheres your food?” I asked maybe it was just me but I always had a thing for eating in front of someone it felt rude.

“I’m cutting right now.” He said “eat your food.”

“Have just one please you know how I feel about eating in-front of people.” I said holding out one of the dipped nuggets for him to take.

He leaned over and ate the nugget out of my hand. I’m not going to lie I was stuck.

He gave me a half smile before leaning back over and watching the Rick and Morty I had on the tv.

Finishing my food I rinsed ony’s hair and let some stuff sit to get the products and dirt out. Standing over his form rinsing his hair when I felt his right arm wrap around my waist.

Putting my front back on as I continued to wash his hair. After his hair was dried and cleaned I started twisting his hair. Feeling him shift in the hair I stopped.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah just a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh well you can get another chair and take a little break?” I asked

“Nah hold up” he said he stood up leaving the room before coming back with my pink desk chair. He brought it to the living room and sat in front of it on the floor.

“Ony what are you doing?” I asked looking at him as he shrugged before turning back to the tv.

“Waiting for you to finish my hair” he said casually.

Fine if he wanted to get his hair done in the floor than okay.

Continuing like normal I found my rhythm knocking two of the four sections out easy. Turning his head so I could do the front left leaving his head against my knee and inner thigh.

I felt him start to rub in my thigh sending shockwaves to my pussy.

Rushing to finish the section whilst still being neat I turned his head to the other side of my leg. I tried to ignore the way his hand rubbed in circles gently. Making my clit throb.

Finishing his hair a stood up trying to go change my panties before he noticed.

“Where you going?” He said looking at me with those soft hazel eyes he looked so handsome.

“To bed?” I rushed out trying to step away again but he held his grip on my hand. He turned me to him on we were face to face, chest to chest.

“You really don’t miss me ma?” He said looking down at me his voice soft like it always was when he looked at me like this.

“How you figure that?” I asked getting sucked into his eyes.

“You rushing and you barely talking to me. What’s wrong?” I asked pulling me into a hug his lips against my ears as he rubbed on my butt.

Melting into him

“Nothing I just don’t want to get caught up into you again?” I said truthfully

“Why?”

“I get caught up into you so bad. And you abuse it”

“How?”

“You do everything right in the beginning but then you fall off, stoop showing your care stay out longer without saying anything. Just being careless.”

“I’m sorry baby, you just full of so much love I get scared and fucked up about you. Give me another chance i promise I’ll do right by you baby!” He said taking his head from my neck and looking me deep in the eyes.

He stared kissing on my face trailing down my neck. One, two, three wet kisses on my neck.

Licking my sweet spot just below the underside of my jaw biting my lips to keep from moaning out loud.

“Tell me” peck “to stop” peck peck “and I’ll stop” he said.

Moving my hand around his neck titling my head to give me better access.

Grabbing two handfuls of my ass he stuck his hands in my shorts playing with the thing sting on my thong. His big hands trailing down my skin all the way to my pussy he grazed my clit with his thumb, going in between my leg with the rest of his other fingers feeling my wetness.

“You missed daddy, baby?” He softly asked pecking me on the lips. I nodded.

“Use your voice!”

“I missed you Ony” I moaned out before helping as Ony picked me up and carried me to my room. Making quick work of my clothes I was face down ass up with Ony holding my hands behind my back.

His tongue, flat and wet as he licked in between my lips quickly finding my clit.

“Oh fuck” using our connecting hands that sat on my ass he bounced my pussy deeper on his tongue and locking me into place. He knew my body like the back of his hand the fierce wet licks easily making me cum.

“Oh-h papa I’m finna cum.” I cried out trying to crawl up the bed.

“Naw, take this shit! Cum on daddy face.” He said slurping me harder feeling the ballon in my belly get bigger and bigger as my orgasm got more intense.

“Just like that, good girl.” He praised as I squirted on his face. “Keep riding my face! Getcho nut princess.” I swirled my hips riding his mouth.

“I’m cumming” I chanted as my eyes rolled hard back into my head.

“Stay just like that!” He said as I came down from my orgasm, feeling Ony’s heavy dick tap on my ass.

“I missed your pussy so much baby” Ony slurred a little. taking his dick and tapping it on my clit before putting it in.

My eyes instantly rolled in the back of my head as he filled up me slowly going in and out of me. moaning I put my hand over my mouth.

“Uht-uh I needs hear that” he said smacking my ass a gasp escaping my mouth moaning as he started to speed up. Crawling down the bed pushing myself onto onys pelvis.

“N-need some more papa” I moaned

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I didn’t finish this my phone broke it was a whole thing but anyhow I will try to be more active I love yalll 🪼

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Me and Mr.Wrong 04

Jey needs answers

Warnings: cursing, choking(consent is implied), arguing, usual wrestling violence.

Catch up

Who the fuck did she have in here?

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The cooling air, the warm arms and blankets around me. Turning over nuzzling deeper into Jordan’s neck closing my heavy eyes again before I felt the covers being yanked off.

“What the- what Lorena?” My eyes shot open sleepiness long gone.

He was dressed in a black nike tech and some matching forces.

“Aye who is this?” He hollered slightly startling me quickly finding my robe, thankfully I wasn’t naked.

“Joshua come here.” I said trying to drag him by his arms outside of the room before he woke my neighbors and Jordan. I was already feeling dizzy and a little sick lately I didn’t need a headache on top of that.

“Lorena why you playing with me? Huh you tryna save his ass?” He yelled yanking his arm away from me. Quickly running behind him back to my room as he walked over to Jordan smacking him in the face a few times.

“Wakey wakey it’s time to check your ass out!”

“Joshua your being ridiculous, stop!” I tried Jordan woke up as the feeling, quickly waking up and getting on ten before realizing who it was.

“Oh you must be Joshua, Rena Ima head you and let you handle this. Call me.” He said putting on his pants calmly and kissed me on my forehead before leaving.

It was maybe five- thirty in the moraning hiding from how the sun had just started to peak over into the windows of my high rise.

“How did you even get in here?” I asked turning the lights on doing my morning routine as if he wasn’t there and this wasn’t happening.

“Who is he and why was he here Lorena? You lucky I got some sense and didn’t stick my foot in his ass.” He said following behind me.

“Josh- don’t Josh me shit I need an answer and now!”

“His name is Jordan I’ve known him since high school and collage.” I answered. There wasn’t anyway around this.

“Why was he here? Did yall fuck?” He asked next pacing the island of my kitchen.

“Yeah” I shrugged. Why does he care? Hearing him smack is teeth and mumble what I just know he didn’t say. “What’d you say, Samuel?”

“You just fucking anybody huh?” He looked me up and down and this is where he had me fucked up.

“Oh I fuck one person someone I’ve known since forever and I fuck everybody! I know Mr.community dick ain’t talking, like you didn’t fuck Jaida and Gianna! You think you slick like California hair and you not!” Not only did he invite himself in here. He now has the gual to try and call me something.

Please, he needs to find something safe to do!

“Yeah you didn’t think I knew but my duck ass went after the club to see you to apologize but miss thang opened the door and there you were buck naked and slumped.” I said bumping past him to sit on the couch. Clicking through my fire tv looking for something to watch.

Today was my off day and he wasn’t about to ruin my self-care day.

“You keep walking away from me like I don’t show you something for playing with me” he followed me once again snatching the remote out of my hand. “So this what we doing we on some get back shit?” Huffing.

“No, we’re not Jordan and I went on a date we had an amazing time and it led to it. You can do whatever but the second I do something I’m easy? Man bye.”

If he wasn’t going to commit fine. He’s more than grown enough but I’m not holding myself back waiting for him. Yes I loved him but I refused to beg- let alone wait for a man to love me.

“What you bringing them up for that’s petty! You just mad it was them and not your ass!”

“Let it be them then. But you can get the fuck out. Both out of my face and my house.” Walking over to my call button I waited for him to refuse.

“Stop playing with me Lorena Alice Mitchel.” He stormed over putting his left hand around my throat lightly. He would never hurt me and I knew that but I couldn’t lie and say the pressure didn’t have my panties soaked.

“Get out before I call security!” I barely got out. Trying to ignore how good his hand left around my neck. Ignore how primal his eyes looked right I loved when he got like this. My heart was racing.

“Alright you’re gonna be back like you always are. You pretend done and entertain some other dude,but the second you see me with someone. You get jealous cause a scene and then we go home. Ima let you think you doing something.” He said letting go and leaving.

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Tonight was my qualifiers match for the chamber. I was facing bayley. This was a very big match for me it was potentially my fifth title opportunity. Sitting in hair and makeup next to bayley we’d just got done practicing for our match tonight.

“I’m so excited.” I clapped as I was getting my hair curled.

“I’m so happy for you finally get your push. There is nothing like your first clear road to a championship. Plus the people love you and are rooting for you tonight.” She said getting her lashes put on.

“Right sis but on other news, word around the locker rooms is that you and Jey broke up.” Jessica aka Tiffany Stratton said. Cutting my eyes to her before I laughed.

“We’d have to be together to break up.” I kept it cute.

“That’s now what they saying. They’re saying Jey brought some girl to his hotel after the after party.” She continued I could feel her looking for a reaction out of me which I wasn’t going to give her.

Lifting my chain clad arm I shrugged before turning into the mirror to look at my hair. Layla has been a wwe stylist for about seven months and we’d gotten close. She was one of the few people I trusted to do my hair especially after how the barbers had the boys looking especially Josh and that country ass hair cut.

It looked like a five year old tried to draw a design on the side of his head with a sharpie. But that wasn’t my business.

“She being all types of nosy.” Layla said from behind me combing through my hair.

“Right, but wasn’t much to tell and especially not to her.” I said bending down as she put in my gold crescent moon headpiece.

I was covered in gold chains long my shorts and my bralette cut top. I had an enchantress ring persona like off of suicide squad but in gold instead of silver. I looked like a sun goddess.

I had a quiet but intimidating persona, so whenever I did get on the mic for a promo weather I said two words or had a whole spiel they went crazy for it. I had been called up from aew within a year and a half I was a two time champion and well known in the kind of underground company and by my fourth year I was called up to the big leagues.

It was hard my first year here. Not because the people didn’t like me but because my co-workers didn’t. They didn’t know much about my background and didn’t care to learn so they just assumed I was some easy call up that would burn out. They felt like I hadn’t worked hard enough to sit with them.

And me not giving a damn to get their approval didn’t help much and I was quickly stamped. It wasn’t until Bianca got called up and Gianna or liv Morgan came back that I had any friends. And then trinity and Layla.

Getting to the gorilla waiting for my music I bounced off the nerves. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to calm my nerves.

“You got this sis!” I heard John say tapping my arms.

“Thank you, but the nerves still get to me sometimes.” I said popping my eyes open.

“You’ll get used to it.” He said walking off but I hoped I never gotten used to it. That I never got to comfortable this business moved fast. As John said ‘you either step up or step aside’ I had worked so hard to be here and I’ll be mad if I get this far and get comfortable. Hearing my music I walked through the curtain.

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“There she is folks the enchantress his here in Toronto.” Micheal Cole commentated.

“She is my person favorite to not only with elimination chamber and the gold but my favorite period. I watched her at aew and I still can’t take my eyes off of her and if bayleys still smart she won’t either!” McFee said.

“I agree Pat she’s fast, like nothing I’ve ever seen before and she ring aware two very important qualities.” Cole responded.

“Starting this match off we have a bit of a stare down.” He continued

“Her eyes trap your soul.” Pat said

“Off to a slow start as Aalice and bayley lock up. What do you think leads ladies need to do to leave victorious?” Cole asked pat.

“Bayley needs to remain calm and to control the pace aalice is very fast and trying to be faster is near impossible. As long as aalice controls the pace she’s a given to win Cole. Bayley need to keep this as slow as possible”

“And woah a huge close line from bayley as she goes for a pin- kick out at one.”

“We’ll be back after this commercial break.”

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“During the break it has been all aalice she is dominating bayley in a way that I have never before just as expected she even in such a fast pace still very precise.” Cole said

“Bayley made the mistake of speeding up the pace coming off the ropes aalice hit her with a gobsmacking right hand.” Pat relayed.

“Boom a bayley to belly she may do it here Pat.”

“One, two- kick out at two.” Cole counted out.

“The back and fourth is starting again bayley is in control she needs to be careful.” He added.

“Oh my god future shock ddt- future shock ddt!” Pat yelled.

“She’s going to do it. She’s going to do it.”

“One! Two! Three! The enchantress is going to the elimination chamber!” Cole cheered.

“Shes my pick to win this whole thing!” Pat added.

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Thank you for reading!

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WHITE TEE • 2

summary: yall just landed in Vegas heading towards yall hotel room and Jey wanted to see how good Normani looked in glass window to get a better view right?

warnings contain: unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink, BDSM, choking, hair-pulling, oral(m receiving) Basically giving 365 days 😭😭 and fluff at the end :)

word count: 3.2k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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In just a few moments of relishing the luxurious hotel room, Jey's gaze fell upon the Wrestlemania cake elegantly displayed on the table, accompanied by strawberries draped in white chocolate. Without hesitation, he lifted Normani by her thighs, as if releasing a pent-up energy that had been waiting to burst forth.

In a fervent frenzy, they collided with their surroundings, tearing at each other's garments as if this moment had been long anticipated, particularly for him. With his significant night approaching on Saturday, it was essential for him to release all that pent-up energy beforehand.

Normani knelt before him, adorned with a collar, as he grasped the leash, drawing her closer. Their lips met in a fervent embrace, a kiss that was both languid and tinged with a hint of intensity, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth. From the moment they first crossed paths in Atlanta and shared that unforgettable date, the dynamics of their relationship transformed dramatically and swiftly.

Delving into one another's desires and preferences, both the likes and dislikes, the intimacy was nothing short of exceptional. Normani often found herself struggling to keep pace with him during their passionate encounters.

Jey had pulled away from the kiss staring deeply into her eyes as she smiled at him innocently like a little puppy obeying its owner—she opened her mouth sticking her tongue out as he tapped his dick on her tongue. “So nasty, baby keep that mouth open fo’ me.” She obeyed him keeping her mouth open as he sticked his dick inside of her mouth feeling the tip hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag.

He pulled back gazing down at her, “Relax yo’ throat fo’ me baby,” As he began to move in and out of her mouth, observing her ability to take him fully into her throat, she followed his guidance and eased her throat.

Normani kept her eyes shut, avoiding the urge to look at him as he continued to push deeper into her mouth, prompting him to clutch her hair with increasing intensity. “Look up at me Mani, lemme’ see how good I’m fucking that pretty face of yours,” Her innocent gaze met his as she playfully swirled her tongue around the tip of his member.

“Mhmm, just like that mama. Taking me so well hm?” Normani formed her lips into an "o" as he continued to move rhythmically within her inviting mouth.

He delved deeper into her mouth, allowing drool to cascade from her lips to the floor, all while locking eyes with her. He sensed her cheeks sink in and her tongue explore him, prompting him to throw his head back in sheer ecstasy.

She took him in her mouth, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort. As he pressed deeper, she felt his balls brush against her chin, which helped her relax her throat and take him in even further.

The chamber resonated with his groans and coarse, profane language that spilled from his lips like that of a seasoned mariner.

"Such a delightful girl for me, darling. Are you going to savor this treat for daddy?" He let out a low grunt as Normani nodded in compliance.

He found a captivating rhythm as he continued to pleasure her throat, seeking his own ecstasy. The delightful sounds of her soft gurgles around him brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

She inhaled deeply through her nose to regain her composure as Jey took her. With determination, she focused on relaxing her throat, aware that each involuntary contraction heightened his desire.

Nomani felt a rush of desire as he pressed against her throat, her body responding with warmth and need. Tears rolled down her face, and she could feel her drool trickling onto her chest.

He gazed at her with admiration, saying, "You're so beautiful, mama," as he felt a thrill inside her mouth.

He thrusts deeply, feeling his tension build as sweat drips down his face. Her throat becomes the perfect fit for him, enhancing his pleasure.

He thrust into her, driving himself deeper into her throat as he released his warmth, filling her completely. She swallowed every bit of it, and he let out a pleased moan.

He had removed himself from her throat, noticing the dried tears on her cheeks as she smiled at him with such innocence. He tugged on the leash while she was on all fours, resembling a dog, and led her to the sofa.

“Bend that ass over fo’ me Mani.” A rich, resonant voice reached her ears from behind as she gracefully arched her back, lowering herself until her abdomen made contact with the sofa.

Jey held her hips firmly, teasingly brushing the tip of his arousal against her slickness before plunging deeply into her, eliciting shared moans of ecstasy. With a swift tug on the leash, he drew her closer, thrusting powerfully from behind, prompting her to cry out his name in delight.

“Dadddy, ouuu. Daddy.” Normani moaned.

“Mhm, take this dick baby girl. take it.” Jey grunted, thrusting in and out of her gushy insides.

Jey playfully spanked her while keeping a firm grip on the leash, ensuring she stayed in place and didn’t fall onto the bed. He wanted her to arch her back beautifully. She was tightly gripping him, and her creamy essence covered him perfectly.

He enjoyed the way her cream covered him, prompting him to circle his thumb around her second hole before gently inserting it, gaining more control as she moaned in response to the sensation.

“Oh my godd, Jeyyyy.” She let out a soft whimper as Jey tugged on the leash, causing their bodies to bump together and resulting in another slap to her ass.

“Is that my name baby? Say it correctly.” 

Normani gazed at him with innocent eyes, biting her lower lip. This made him lean in for a gentle kiss. As they moved together, her body pressed against his, the sound of their skin meeting echoed throughout the room.

“What’s my name baby?” 

“Daddy.” She whispered softly only for him to pull the leash a little bit harder. “What was that mama? I didn’t hear you?” He pounded her in so deeply she was seeing stars at this point.

“Ohhh, Daddy!” Jey had a smirk on his face. “There she go baby girl. That’s right, say it again.” He held her chin gently, maintaining eye contact as his hand slid down to her intimate area, where he started to rub her clitoris, causing her to gasp.

Jey quickly rubbed her clit, noticing how she reacted to his touch as she tightened around him. She wanted to close her eyes but felt the need to keep them open, watching him get lost in the moment, his head thrown back in pleasure as he bit his lip.

Hearing her whines and moans fill up the room.

“I love youuu so muchhh.” Normani mewled out.

“I love you too mani, fuck this pussy is so good.” Jey growled. He was deep inside her, and she could no longer hold back, begging him for more.

Normani felt a tightness building in her stomach as she tapped on his thigh, urging him to let her climax. Her eyes were filled with desperation, resembling a pleading puppy. He was thrusting deeply inside her, withdrawing his thumb from her other entrance while gripping her hips. With his other hand, he rubbed her clitoris faster and faster.

“I can feel her baby, cum on my dick baby.” His soft whispers gave her chills.

She felt herself tightening around him as she let out a loud moan, her juices flowing and dripping down her leg. Her body shook, and she wanted to collapse onto the sofa, but she knew Jey wouldn’t allow it.

She felt drained and overwhelmed from the powerful orgasm she had just experienced. Wearily, she gazed into his eyes as he kissed her passionately, his movements stirring her sensitive body. His tongue explored her mouth, enjoying the flavor of her lips. He tugged at her bottom lip before diving back in, kissing her deeply like never before.

“D-daddy, please. I can’t take it.” She murmured between the kisses.

“Yes you can Mani, take this fucking dick like a big girl.” He murmured back. 

He felt himself throbbing inside her, becoming lost in the moment, which made him roll his eyes back before he finally pulled away.

“Where you want this nut at baby?”

“Nut inside of me daddy.” He just needed to hear those words from her as he pressed down on the sofa, playfully pushing her face into the cushions.

“Fuckkkk!” He was determined to reach his climax and wasn't going to let anything or anyone, including her, distract him as he thrust into her. He had no interest in listening to anything else.

He let out a hiss of pleasure as he felt her warmth enveloping him deeply. He continued to thrust into her until she began to see stars, her mind becoming blissfully hazy in that moment.

He pressed her head down onto the sofa with his hand, rolling his eyes back as he felt a tightness in his body, clenching his thighs while he moved roughly with her.

“I can’t, I can’t. I fucking can’t Joshua.” She cried out earning a slap on her right ass cheek.

“Don’t tap out yet mama, fuck.” Jey exhaled as he observed her engorged pussy enveloping him completely.

His movements were intensifying her pleasure, leaving her feeling overwhelmed. With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do much, so she pushed her hips back to help him reach his peak.

He adjusted the leash to match her movements, creating a perfect rhythm as they both expressed their satisfaction with moans and groans.

“Just like that Mani, keep it going. Make daddy nut all in his pussy.” His praises were making her more wet than ever.

Normani sensed another orgasm approaching as she moved in circles around him, feeling the tip of his penis touch her cervix again. "Ohh, daddy… daddy…" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

He felt a familiar excitement as he looked down at the perfect sight of his girlfriend's backside bouncing against him. With one hand, he grabbed a handful of her curves and playfully gave it a slap.

“Gonna cum.”

“Fuck, Mani. Fuckk.” 

Jey thrust into her one final time, blending his essence with hers as they both released a pleasurable moan. His warmth filled her deeply, and as he gradually withdrew, he spread her legs apart, watching his essence trickle from her.

He wasn't finished yet; he took off the collar from her neck, lifted her by her thighs, and carried her to the large window so everyone could see who she belonged to.

He swiftly picked her up by her thighs, and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist. To him, she felt almost weightless, especially as she watched his muscles flex with strength during the effortless lift.

The sharp contrast between the coldness on her shoulder blades and Jey’s intense warmth wrapping around her front sent a wave of shivers down her spine.

He changed his hold, his powerful hands cradling her form, gently parting her as he aligned himself at her entrance once more. "I'm going to show everyone who you belong to, mama."

She obeyed, crossing her ankles at the back of his waist while he pushed her against the glass window. Her fingers wove through his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.

He pressed into her softness and then entered her fully in a powerful motion. Normani bit his lower lip to stifle her cries, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled. The angle was firm—deeper than ever, touching parts of her that left her mind in a haze.

The damp radiance of her enthusiasm enveloped him with every motion, the gentle thump of her back against the glass window, their breaths intertwining and echoing in the shadows.

“I could never get enough of this Mani.” He growled softly, his movements firm as he pushed deeper into her.

Jey adjusted his hold on her thighs, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he pushed her against glass window. He widened her legs, enabling him to penetrate deeper. With each upward movement, he pulled her down onto him, his fingers sinking into her gentle curves.

As he moved deeper, her warmth wrapped around him tighter, flowing down to where their bodies connected with each powerful thrust.

“O-oh f-fuck.” She inhaled sharply, her voice a faint whisper as she sighed. Her head gently leaned against the glass window with a soft thump, revealing the elegant curve of her neck to his eager lips.

He quickly found her pulse point, sucking with enough intensity to create a mark she would need to conceal the next day. His hips moved in a steady motion, the firm length of him gliding against her sensitive spot. With every pull back, her body clung to him, only to surrender completely as he thrust back in.

Their bodies were surrounded by her wetness, making each thrust smoother and enabling deeper penetration than ever.

He pressed closer, his voice deep and gravelly, almost a whisper as it tickled her ear. “So fucking pretty when I beat this pussy up?”

Her body reacted, pulling him in further with each movement. The pressure in her abdomen intensified, becoming more constricted with every thrust.

Jey continued, increasing his pace as he noticed her response. “My pretty little girl.” He said. 

She eagerly embraced him, her toes beginning to uncurl. "Oh, fuck," she murmured softly, her thighs trembling as they clung to his waist. "I can't take this."

“Take this fucking dick.” He emitted a soft growl, his hands holding her tightly. “You’re doing good mamas, be a big girl for dad day and take this shit.”

He sped up, moving towards her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies meeting became increasingly loud and urgent. Normani pressed her face into his shoulder to stifle her cries, biting down on his skin.

As he persisted in his attack, Jey's hands pulled her cheeks wider apart and kneaded her ass. Because of the situation, she was totally vulnerable and at his mercy. She gasped as he pushed through her clenched hole after tracing the edge with one finger.

He whispered, "What a good girl you are for me," ss he noticed her facial expression through the light of the window.

She felt as if she were floating, her thoughts consumed by the intense emotions rushing within her.

With each thrust, the pleasure grew stronger as her clitoris pressed against his lower abdomen, creating just the right amount of friction that pushed her closer to orgasm.

"Hold onto me like that, Mani," he urged, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure. "Clench onto me some more, I need to feel all of that baby.”

She turned her face towards his lips, releasing a gentle moan as the first waves of her orgasm began to envelop her.

Jey was immersed in the sensations, his kiss becoming passionate and fervent as he sensed her grip tightening around him. "Mhmm," he murmured softly between kisses, "feel so good around me mani.”

His movements turned her body into a source of pleasure, driving her closer to ecstasy. Every muscle tightened, and every nerve tingled as she neared her climax. Jey became more frantic, his breath heavy and uneven against her skin.

Jey let out a quiet groan against Normani's lips, momentarily losing his rhythm as her body tightened around him. "I'm about to nut, oh shit. I'm about to nut."

His movements grew more frantic and intense. Normani held on tightly, her thoughts swirling with a blend of excitement and lightheadedness.

Before she could fully understand what he was saying, Jey placed a second finger alongside the first, intensifying the sensation. The combination of emotions—his powerful presence surrounding her while his fingers explored other areas—left her feeling overwhelmed and delightfully confused.

The combined feelings surged through her body, creating waves of pleasure. Her eyes closed, and her mouth parted in a silent gasp as the intensity of her orgasm overwhelmed her.

She released a deep moan as she hit her climax, enveloping him in her essence and making a delightful mess around them. A powerful wave of pleasure surged through her. The warm liquid trickled down his thighs, pooling on the wooden floor below. The strength of her orgasm caught them both off guard. “So nasty baby making a mess on me, I’m about to nut all in this pussy.”

"I want you to have my children, Mani." He breathed deeply against her neck, his voice tight as he struggled to keep his composure. "You want my children, Mani?"

She nodded her head looking at him, “yesss, fuck I want it daddy. I want it.”

Normani wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close. He breathed heavily against her neck, his movements becoming more urgent as she held him tight. She felt the warmth of his release inside her, along with a soft groan as his face pressed against her skin.

A wave of pleasure enveloped her, causing her thoughts to fade. In his embrace, her body trembled, each shiver creating waves within her, while Jey remained absorbed in the moment.

In a fleeting instant, they lingered in each other's embrace—her back against the cool glass window, her legs entwined around his waist, his face nestled in the delicate curve of her neck. Jey gradually pulled his fingers away from her back, his body still intimately near hers as he tenderly traced kisses along her jawline.

Jey's arm gently caressed her ear as he held her against the glass window, their bodies intertwined, shimmering with sweat and the traces of their mutual bliss. The atmosphere surrounding them was charged with the enduring fervor of their desire, tangible and undeniable.

He noticed the weariness etched on her features as he gently pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

“C’mon princess, let’s take a shower together and sleep in for a while before I leave to do these interviews.” Jey says as he carries her down towards the bathroom to take a shower together.

So much for trying out those strawberries covered with white chocolate over them.

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a/n: ummm heyyy how yall doing? 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I just had to make a another one shot for white tee yk since it is Wrestlemania weekend 😩 I hope I didn’t have yall in a chokehold.

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I’m glad I don’t write about him too much and the one fic I did have is discontinued…… that being said I won’t write anything for him or about him anymore.

I don’t support and if you’re black and a woman (which most of this fandom is) and you continue to write and support him. (Which you shouldn’t -my opinion).

I have a few requests for him that I will not be writing so sorry to those who requested. Thank you 😊

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Omfgggggg why why why why……

Roman

But wait do yall think the twins support trump tooo?

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After Lorena and Mr.Calloways rendezvous they have a unexpected visiter in Joshua Fatu 

This one’s a shorty, this also contains smut and honestly breaking and entering. This is not spellchecked so dot dot dot.

Joshua “Josh/Jey” Fatu x Lorena “ReRe/Rena”

Lorena “ReRe/Rena” x Jordan “Mr.Calloway”

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Everything ached.

It hurt so good, feeling Jordan’s thick dick plunging back into me filling me up. The ache in my upper thigh as my ass bounce furiously against his pelvis racing to fill the almost exploding balloons in our stomach. The sweat sticking us impossibly closer as we made a frothy white messy.

“Come here. I missed you, did you miss me Re?” He said punctuating each word filling himself to spots only Josh could reach before. Palming my belly as he pulled me up wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Yess oh my god please don’t stop” I whined my pussy was sopping wet and tingling burning as he fucked into me from behind. My eyes rolled back into my head his breath on the back of my neck as he kissed against it.

Letting out a squeal “Did I find your sport Re huh?” He unwrapped his hands from around my neck putting his body weight on to me. Falling into the bed feeling all of his weight as his lips sucked on my neck. Shamelessly holding onto my pillow trying to muffle my moans my mouth open and loud huffing.

“Fuck I’m going to coming” I wailed my hips falling into an arch from intensity. I felt every inch of him he was practically teasing me speeding up hitting every spot before slowing down tastefully.

“Give it to me. Come with me baby” he moaned out helping me bounce my ass on his pelvis. Clenching around him as he bounced my faster and faster he stilled and moaned as we both came

Both of us breathless after he slowly pulled out of me wrapping his arms around my waist as we lay there for a moment. Feeling my eyes get heavy before I felt two pecks on my neck.

“You need to use the bathroom baby.” He said. “You want me to pick you up?” Barely having the strength I nodded I used the restroom and we got cleaned up.

I laid in his arms even though my eyes were closed. My hands still found their way to Jordan’s tattoo of my name on his inner wrist. As I traced the ink and said the ups and down quietly in my head of Jordan’s breathing. And fell asleep checking my phone making sure all my alarms were set quickly I noticed all the calls from Josh, locking and putting my phone back I quickly fell asleep.

Did she know?

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Sighing against the headrest I sat in Lorena’s apartment parking lot. Every single of my nineteen calls went unanswered.

It’s not like I was hiding it I just didn’t think she’d care to know. It’s not like we were together or anything but I could understand why she would be mad.

I felt like I cheated on her and everyone was acting like a cheated on her. I wonder how mad she’ll be when Lorena gets angry it always starts in her mind so subtle. She could be hiding it to her best ability and everyone would still know she just wore her heart like that.

How even when she was mad she thought before she spoke. No matter what happens she’d always be the first to want to fix it.

She is beautiful even when she thought she looked her worst. Especially when she got mad her voice was so soft it felt like she was hurting herself anytime she tried to yell. When she was really mad when she raised her top lip up like penny proud, her eyes slanting a little as she scowled.

Her lips looked so good all I wanted to do was kiss her. She would get so angry when I kissed her forehead but then she’d calm down and the same lip that was just mugging would come down into a pout.

Her eyes would water and she’d look up trying to swallow them and her left one would fall first and I’d wipe her tear.

Fuck it unlocking the door as I made it in trying to catch Mrs.Green I knew she’d let me up and Rena never locks her door.

Finally finding the sixty-nine year old collecting her things.

“Is that my favorite green woman I see” I flattered as she turned and smiled pulling me into a strong hug, patting my back.

“Flattery will get you anything with me. What’s it now? You piss Lorena off?” She asked shaking her head before taking a deep sigh. “Don’t start allat cheesing I’m just doing this because I know yall soulmates.”

“You the best!” I dragged basically running to the elevator.

“What’d you do this time?”

“I was with someone else but- but nothing it’s clear how much that girls wants to be with you and vise versa. I don’t know why yall play cat and mouse like teenagers.” She ranted as the doors opened again. She swiped her key card unlocking the doors silently.

“Thank you Mrs.Green” I said like a little kid.

“Thank me nothing fix it boy.” Giving a quick yes ma’am finally I opened the door. There were clothed press across the door Rena was always cleaning. Her apartment looked like nobody lived there at all times.

Who the fuck did she have in here?

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Inspired by this post & this post • ‘something quick & light’

Minors do not interact • Content Warning — p in v s*x, masturbation (m. receiving), dry h*mping, cum eating (minor), no protection, c*m shot, (failed) c*ck warming, detailed description of genitals, use of n-word (all characters & author are Black)

It’s a waking dream; low, warm light keeps such feeling present. Heavy eyelids and a tangle of heavier limbs sink the room’s only mattress in.

Another day has worn these bodies thin, robbed them of all of their energy. No time to play, life is all work—at least, that’s what it feels like.

The only respite is joining back at their shared space at the end of long day.

Clinging to his side, her hand rubs gentle, half-circles over the plane of his chest. Beneath her touch, his breathing’s slowed considerably since they first got in bed.

She’ll bet her life savings that his eyes are closed. So, it would be selfish of her to rouse him, right? But she misses his voice, she can’t help herself.

“‘Siah?”

The slow rise of his chest brings a slow smile to her face.

“Mh?”

His chest rumbles against her cheek with the low hum.

“How was your day?” 

She’s quiet, her words a soft mumble. Before he can answer, she snuggles deeper into his side. His arm tightens around her for support.

“Was alright,” he slurs.

Her eyes do a slow dance around the room, noting the stillness of everything. “Tell me about it.”

Another inhale, this one stronger. Beneath her, he shifts if only to sit up better. “Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “It really wasn’t no … different from the other days.”

She almost closes her eyes when the slow drawl of his southern accent hit her ears.

“Only had ‘bout … two clients.”

Like a sunflower to the sun, her head follows the sound of his voice. Her neck cranes just so that she may look at him through her lashes. It isn’t the best view, but it’s good enough for her.

“They was easy going folks, y’know.” His shoulders barely shrug. “Nothing t’really … phone home ‘bout—“

“Tell me what they looked like.”

His brows twitch as a faint line appears between them. “W-whatchu’ mean?”

“I mean—“ she giggles, pushing herself up higher so that her head rests more-so on his shoulder. “Tell me what they looked like. Describe them to me.”

“Well … why you wanna know what they look like?” He does a sort of half-chuckle, angling his head down to look at her.

Their eyes meet and her smile grows. 

“I like hearing you talk,” she says softly. “So keep talking.”

He looks to their hamper of dirty laundry, a desperate attempt at trying to control his own smile.

“First one was a man … real old. Probably in his fifties.”

“Black or white?”

“White.”

“Was he shorter than you or taller?”

Quietly, he kisses his teeth. “Shorter, baby. Now is you gon’ lemme tell the story or not?”

There’s a warmth in his tone that makes it impossible for her to take offense to the question.

“Sorry, sorry,” she laughs. “Continue,” she goads, patting his chest.

“Right … he had these big ole’ glasses. Made his eyes look ‘bout—ten times bigger...”

As he goes on, her interest growing in this small conversation, her fatigue melts with each spoken word. More awake than she had been within the last hour, her hand moves with more vigor.

It sinks from his chest to his stomach, fingers rolling over the creased fabric of his ribbed undershirt. The dark cotton is soft and comforting.

“—was real skittish, too. First I thought it was ‘cause I was intimidating him, but I seen that he was like that with everybody. Even Carl.”

The low chuckle that leaves him wakes her further. Her hand on his stomach pauses as she stares blankly at where their leg press together.

“Carl can’t even scare a damn puppy.”

She licks her lips, taking a deep breath. “Mmh … and what about the other one—your client.”

“Oh, this one—she’s an older woman. Not as old as the man. I’m thinking maybe … in her forties.”

As he begins on this woman’s description, listing qualities about her in the same way he had about the previous client, her mind wanders. And—forgive her—she doesn’t mean to not listen. However, it just happens.

Focus slowly settles back into her gaze as it shuffles from staring blankly, to his lap. Just a few inches from her still hand. His voice is a muffled sound in her eyes, background noise. 

Her hand begins to move again.

As he gives his shoddy description of his female client, he notices the hand. He’d expected her to resume the pattern she had started with: up and down, up and down.

Up and down … down, down, down.

His voice trails off, eyes following that hand as it takes itself to his inner thigh. Right over his dick.

Not so subtle.

He blinks.

“Keep going.”

That soft wrinkle had returned to the space between his brows. “Whatchu’ doing?” 

In his voice was no hint of urgency or shock. Just gentle curiosity.

Her only answer is a shrug. She doesn’t even look up at him as she usually does when she speaks. “But keep talking. Tell me about what they had you do.”

His mouth opens to say something, make a comment on this all. Except, he finds that only a breathy bit of laughter makes its way from his mouth.

“Alright, uhh … the man wanted me to get some interior shots of his property...” 

His words thin out into background noise once again, making space for the rising thoughts in her brain. She listens to them without a trace of hesitance.

Her hand is a distinct weight on his inner thigh, one he can’t really ignore—even if he doesn’t address it.

Beneath her warm palm, and the fabric of his sweats, he stirs. And as she feels him grow against her, her hand pushes back against it.

“—and, I …” He swallows, blinking as he tries to keep his focus. “I wasn’t trying to … to take too long w-with this one.”

As he gets harder, the flat plane of her hand bends around his curvature.

“‘Cause … ‘c-cause I had to get to the other client in—in time.”

She squeezes down the entirety of his length as she completes each slow drag. She can see his thick outline through his pants. Her eyes, and hand, go straight to his head.

“B-but he had me—“ He kisses his teeth. “C’mon now, Jhené.”

His leg twitches as her fingers close around the tip to massage it.

“Continue.” 

He huffs out, shifting in his spot. “I-I was a little … a little late to her—”

His words come to stop as her hand comes back up, only to slip under the waistband of his sweats.

“Keep going, Messiah.”

He clears his throat. “Sh-she—she was a lil’ … a lil’, um…”

She adores the way he throbs in her hand. The thin fabric of his boxers makes it too easy to feel every pulse, vein, and rush of blood. The heat he gives off almost makes her hand clammy.

His soft whimpers and the tremors in his voice, the way his throat bobs as he swallows—it makes her heart pound.

“A lil’ frus—frustrat—“

Past the leg of his boxes, his tip peaks out. She finds the fattened head with ease.

“Fuuck.” 

The low whine comes as she presses her thumb into his tip, rubbing it in. It takes seconds for her to feel the slow dribble of wetness against her skin.

He’s panting when she pulls out her hand. The whiff of gentle musk she catches from him is non-offending. In fact, it makes her pussy flutter. 

Though, the sight of his precum stuck to the pad of her thumb does a lot more for her. When she finally looks at him, he’s already staring back at her, lips parted.

With no second thought, she sits up and throws a leg over the other side of his lap. 

“Oomph,” he grunts, as she plops down on him, ass over dick.

Stabilizing herself with the other hand, she presses it to his chest, fingers splayed out. The hand—thumb soiled with his fluid—is suspended in the air, inches from his face. 

She stretches forward, and his eyes almost cross as he keeps his eyes focused on the milky white glob.

“Suck.”

His eyes flick up to hers, meeting her burning stare. It’s unwavering.

He looks back at her thumb, it’s gotten closer. He hesitates to open his mouth, and she thinks it’s cute. She almost giggles. 

But then his mouth opens wider, and she stops thinking. Her other four fingers, curled in a loose fist, rest at his chin as her thumb enters the moist heat of his mouth. 

Gently, it presses against the bed of his wide tongue. Almost mechanically, his lips close around the finger and his tongue laves at it, tasting himself on her.

“Talk.”

It’s hard to form words around a foreign object in his mouth. It’s not like they mattered much anyway. 

Besides, his new lisp is cute.

His dick jumps beneath her as his tongue happens to curl around the finger with the utterance of another word.

His eyes are low, unfocused. And if she listens closely, she’ll hear that his sentences are incomplete. They don’t even really have a point anymore.

She leans back only slightly, her thumb still caressed by his tongue. It only takes the strength of her knees to begin a small, steady bounce.

Tiny pants puff out through her parted lips. His already low eyes fall closed and his tongue pauses around her thumb.

“Uuhh,” he moans softly.

Her mouth breaks into a smile.

Free hands climb up her thighs, squeezing the fat of them. She clenches in her panties, feeling the hard press of his dick against her clit despite the layers of clothes between them.

His hands claw their way to her hips, tightening their grip. They pull her down against him, keeping her there to drag her hips against him.

His words have melted into moans and grunts.

Her fingers unfurl to cradle his face as her thumb slips from his open mouth to rest against his shiny, full bottom lip. A glistening web of spit trails from his tongue to his chin as her hand falls further.

Their hips drag heavy against one another’s as they pull sounds of pleasure from each other. He’s melting under her, and she loves seeing him like this. It’s been too long, what with work taking up their time.

Neither of them can tell how long this goes on for. But, they can tell when they’ve had enough of being just close enough.

“Fuck, I want it,” she huffs against his lips as she had leaned in to kiss him.

“Take it. Take it, baby—”

The kiss is rough and heavy. Their tongues slip and slide each other. Funnily enough, the taste of his precum hadn’t lingered. And that makes her moan as she comes to the conclusion that he’s long-since swallowed the little bit that she fed him.

He’s got a hand attached to her throat, keeping her close. All the while, she blindly drags his pants and boxers down—he, of course, lifting his hips to assist.

When his erection pops out, eager to stand on its own, she pulls out of the kiss just to look down at it as she takes him in hand.

His skin is hot. Every throb it makes gets her wetter. Speaking of—

She pushes her underwear to the side, revealing the thin strings of slick attached to the crotch of her panties and her labia.

He moans before they even connect.

Adjusting herself right over him, she lowers her opening right to his tip. Teasing herself, she rubs his head through her slippery folds and against her clit, making him shine with her juices.

Quick to help, he aids in keeping her underwear to the side so that nothing could interrupt this.

That’s her ‘go-ahead.’

She begins her dissent onto him. They both moan out at the feeling of him stretching her out.

God, when was the last time they had sex?

He can’t remember, and right now he doesn’t care. Because all he wants to think about is how her body sucks him in, squeezing tight and bathing him in her wetness.

As she sinks lower and lower, his assisting hand moves just an inch to rub slow circles over her clit with his thumb.

“O-oh—‘Siah,” she whimpers, her pussy fluttering around him as she finally bottoms out.

A heavy breath leaves her lungs. Throwing her arms around him, she lays against his chest, allowing her body time to adjust around him.

The muscles in his thighs twitch periodically. His arms, tight around her, rub soothing paths up and down her back.

She’s panting, out of breath from carrying all of that dick within her walls. “Why’d you … stop talking?” Her voice is almost a whine as her eyes flutter, desperate to keep open.

“I’on wanna talk ‘bout work no more, Jhené,” he grunts. “Matter fact…” 

His hands drag down her back to either of her thighs. They grip tightly, keeping her body pressed to his as he puts her on her back.

“I’on wanna talk at all.”

A ragged moan is all that she can do as he begins slow, smooth, and firm strokes. His hips slide back and forth, pulling slick wet sounds from her body. 

As she lies there, taking him so deep, her fists are curled tights against his chest. Her hunched shoulders twitch with every intrusion of his dick.

Soft whimpers leave her parted, spit slicked lips. Her eyes aren’t quite open, though they’re not really closed either. Her hips stutter and her head rolls to the side.

He snatches a hand away from her thigh to grasp her chin, pulling her head straight. “Fuck, you gon’ take this.” His strokes get shorter and rougher as his hips slam into her. “You gon’ take this dick. You gon’—fuck... Take this. Fucking. Dick—“

The first sign is her eyes rolling back. Next, she goes rigid as her back arches, mouth falling open for a silent moan. With each stroke, her body inches up higher on the bed. He has to drag her back down on his dick.

“You running from it?” he pants. “You running?”

“Ooh—shit!”

She can feel it, how she splashes all over him. He feels it, too. Grabbing the crooks of her forearms, he uses that as leverage as he sends straight shots to her G-spot.

Her pussy massages his length through several squeezes, bringing on his orgasm earlier than normal. 

He catches it just on time—cum shooting against her pussy lips just as he pulls out. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to jerk himself.

A low groan leaves him before he collapses over her body. Tucking his face into the crooks of her neck as he delivers a few more mellow strokes to ride out the sensation, sliding his length between her sticky, cum-covered lips.

Her legs go lax around his waist as he slows to a stop. It’s a couple of seconds before she reaches a hand up his back to toy with the little curls at the nape of his neck. 

“Damn … this shit’a tire a nigga out.”

She hums in agreement, eyes already closed. A dazed laugh tumbles from her mouth.

“Now we gotta … clean up,” she mumbles.

And he agrees, although, it only took a couple of minutes for both of them to knock out, right then and there.

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Ssshhhh John Price has a secret, reader is black but that’s not explicitly stated or implied anyone can read it. Reader is from Louisiana and called him daddy. 929 words

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Like lately, John has finally snuck away—well, not really. He’s in his office, finally back from a crazy man’s work. The months ticked by slower than ever before, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have anything to do. Still, he always thought about you. He walks with uncertain knees before grunting into his chair. Just the thought of you had edged him over his briefing.

He couldn’t wait to go home.

Finally, he got through all the paperwork and the documents. They were all placed in the manila folder on his desk. Each step he trudged got him closer and closer to home.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the shaking of the truck as it went off and onto the grass road—through the wilderness, it seemed.

The countryside was always so full, blowing through the little pocket of civilization of Rutland. The beautiful trees led him home. The windows were rolled down, his touch-itching hand out in the cool breeze. Like a little boy, he was excited—he always was to come home.

Leaving his boots on the birch wood of the porch that wrapped around the house, slightly on a hill overlooking the water that frequently had little geese and that old swan couple you’d always feed and joke about—John and you being just like them someday. The grayish brick of the house matched the white curved pillars beside the daybed where you read and looked over the lake in all its morning glory.

A smooth vanilla smell filled the house—the smell of a freshly cooked roast. One of the reasons John moved you all the way from Louisiana was your amazing cooking. American food was his favorite, and that’s all you really made. Every bite flavorful and filling, leaving him daisy-eyed and sweet.

In his socks, he quickly and quietly searched the house, looking for you. Your reading daybed by the window was empty. The recently painted nursery was decorated with muted pastel yellow, every type of flower filling any space on the walls. A bamboo-wood, hand-carved crib with a dangling magnolia overhead as a sleep aid for the baby. Skipping all the bedrooms, he went straight to your pink room.

Even if he hadn’t seen you, one step into the room would’ve painted the picture perfectly of his sweet songbird. Sheer drapes and porcelain trinkets. A white cedar cupboard full of music boxes, each one collected from a country that John had been to. You loved traveling, but since you’d hit thirty-eight weeks, you couldn’t go anywhere—not that that was a bad thing.

Lastly, he checked the little greenhouse you had, housing all your fruits under the shade of the magnolia trees he had imported and planted. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his pretty bird.

There you were—hair still in your pink rollers and matching teddy nightgown. You’d just fallen into another nap, forgetting to go see your garden. The way you smiled when you finally saw John standing there—jumping up and down as best your growing daughter would allow at ten pounds.

“Daddy, I missed you!” you squealed in his arms.

“I wish I never left, princess,” he said, kissing all over your face, one hand on your belly and the other on your peaking ass.

“I have so much to tell you! Firstly, my strawberries are getting redder and redder by the day, my tulips are starting to bulb, my mango is sprouting, and I finally picked a name.” You gushed, waving your hands as you pointed at everything you listed. The four-carat diamond ring glimmered in the light—just like the water in the sun after a ripple behind y’all.

“Yeah, c’mon—what’s her name going to be?” John was over the moon to have a baby girl. He hoped every second that she’d look exactly like you.

“Adela Julia Price,” you said, proud.

“Adela Julia Price. It’s perfect,” he said.

“And I was also thinking—we have a christening as soon as possible, and I want the team there! I want to meet them. I know you said it’s dangerous that anyone knows about me, but I would really, really love to meet them. In fact, I think we should host a little dinner this weekend—and you can pick a godfather, and it’ll be nice.” You rushed your plea.

John didn’t have many rules—other than you don’t wear panties inside the house, and no one knows about you. It was dangerous if you were listed as his wife, the mother of his child. Hackers could easily get that information. His file was as simple as possible—just his name, height, age, weight, and a false address.

“Hon—I know it’s dangerous, but John, these are people you’d do anything for. Not strangers,” you said, getting frazzled, your eyes wide and deer-like from John’s taller figure.

Your eyes watering was his final strike.

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. Alright—we can have them over,” he said, rubbing your back and sitting you on one of the many benches inside the greenhouse.

Calming you down quickly, he sat, rubbing your belly, looking out at his life. The one his beautiful wife gave him. She made all the money he made mean something—besides just numbers in his bank account.

“Okay, thank you, Daddy. Now let’s go eat before supper gets cold,” you said, laughing gently at your mood swing as he helped you up and into the house.

John wouldn’t change a thing.

[ceceswithnopizza]

S I MON

Angst, 700 words

Hell has frozen over, in the middle of the field surrounded by enemy fire Simon’s here. Not ghost today is the day in some hole in the ground in Azerbaijan.

“Ghost!” John shouted for the millionth time the blood pouring out of Simon’s something. If he had to guess he’d say his ears, he knew for a fact it wasn’t his head if it was he wouldn’t hear anything . The screeching cold making the oozing take for ever. Antagonizing him on its way.

His mask had been discarded so soaked in the muck that was his- his everything. His sore legs that had trudged through, over and under the mountains.

The devil was walking long the veil of humanity. Finally free and coming to collect the same soul that had evaded him for three and a half decades. The soul that crawled from his home.

The frozen hell started to feel warm and Simon wanted to go limp, it was pounded on him like he as a boy against the door heart racing faster then his legs could ever go. Frantically searching for a place to hide he started to feel the pebbles against his everything.

He felt warm like he could get up and walk it off like he had before. Get home to the mrs. and the junior. A boy who looks everything like him. Another wish granted by luck warm knowing that his boy would never know what that was like. Not the chipped paint and not the racing heart cowering in fear.

He felt warm, a scolding. His son wouldn’t know anything of his atrocities or anything of him at all. Would the comfort out weigh his presence? It wouldn’t.

Simon had only in his entire life made five wishes.

To save is mother

To save his nephew

To be parted only by death from his wife

And for his son’s safety.

So far divided, fifty-fifty, half and half, a flip on a coin to see if he’d get his last wish.

Hands over his heart he reached for his heart where the names and faces of those he loved the love stained with ink remained.

He was frozen in hell

John remembers the cry of the wheels of the stretcher Simon lay on. How scared he was that rigor mortis had set in, why he was unmoving with his body hands over his heart. John had watched as they took him out of sight and Simon had made his last wish.

The wish that would tip the numbers in his fifty record.

He wished and one side won