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mrdixon · 4 months

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55th Birthday

pairing: established daryl x f!reader

wc: 6k

warnings: 18+ content, lots of plot!!!!, reader shoots a deer, alcohol, little bit of tipsy sex, oral (male AND fem receiving), hair pulling, little talk about pregnancy, slight breeding kink…?, creampie

summary: daryls birthday celebration!!

A/N: birthday fic for daryl since its normans birthday 😋 also ive been doing a lot of established daryl x reader, lmk if yall want something different i just like the way husband/boyfriend daryl feels… probably wrote this on ovulation.

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“It's the uh sixth of January t’day,” Eugene read from his notebook.

“What!? Shit!” You ran out of the council hall, ignoring Eugene’s confused babbles.

Today was Daryl’s birthday and you completely forgot. To be fair, who was keeping track of time nowadays? Eugene was apparently. You bit your lip as you scurried back home, Daryl was out right now so you had time to collect something to give to him.

Maybe you could bake a cake? Not much to work with though… and he isn't a big fan of sweets. You walked up the porch stairs and walked into the house, kicking your shoes off haphazardly as you furrowed your brows in thought. You thought about making him some arrows, but you didn't have time to make them, nor did you have the material for them.

You walked into the kitchen, throwing open cabinets and pulling open drawers, scrambling for any sort of material you could use to make something. How old was this man turning? You wondered, pausing for a moment.

“Fifty… fifty…” you thought for a long moment, “not in his sixties for sure.” You shrugged and continued your search for materials. Judging by the years that passed he was probably in his mid fifties, the thought making you realize just how long you’ve lived in this apocalypse. You picked up some twine, closing the drawer and running up the stairs. It wouldn't be much but you decided to thread some of your ribbon and twine together as a little charm for his crossbow.

Daryl knew how much you loved your little miscellaneous rubbish, despite his complaints of finding buttons scattered around the house. He brought you back a little wooden box just for your stuff, it would convenience both of you. The box stood atop your nightstand, you flipped it open and plucked out a light pink ribbon, it was one you threaded into your hair occasionally. Daryl always commented on it so you figured maybe he’d appreciate it if he had something of you with him all the time.

You plopped down onto the bed and made a little pattern with the twine and ribbon, intertwining them together into a little bow at the end. He could honestly wear it as a bracelet if he really wanted to, but the thought of having a slightly feminine object amongst his manly crossbow was kinda cute.

You tucked the charm into the pocket of your jeans, grabbing your holster that was also on your nightstand and securing it around your waist. Your gun was placed in there along with your hunting knife that was gifted to you by Daryl himself. You made sure you were fit to go hunting before leaving the house, the only thing you had to do was find your husband now.

You hastily walked down the street towards the front gates where Rosita was keeping watch.

“Rosi!” You called out and ran the rest of the way, she turned and smiled at you, furrowing her brows in curiosity.

“Hey you, whatcha’ need?” She brushed off your shoulder, you just sighed and placed your hands on your hips.

“I need to find Daryl, it's his birthday. He come in yet?” You sighed, fumbling with your fingers.

“No shit?” She asked surprised to which you nodded, “nah he hasn't come in yet. Probably still around the usual hunting grounds.”

“I'm gonna go track him down then,” you muttered and clutched onto the handle of your hunter's knife. Rosita chuckled and moved to open the gate for you.

“Yeah you go do that, be safe.” You nodded halfheartedly and quickly walked out of the gates and towards the forest.

It was surprisingly clear today, you haven't seen any walkers yet. The sun was bright and the atmosphere was just generally, calm. It was a perfect day for Daryl's birthday. You found the markers that stated the hunting grounds and decided on tracking Daryl. He's taught you many of his hunting tactics so why not put them to good use?

This quickly turned out to be useless as Daryl was really cautious out in the woods, and he tended to take careful steps. Meaning, no tracks to track. You groaned as you stalked further into the forest with no hope of finding your husband… until.

Rabbit tracks. Knowing him, Daryl would be following after the rascal. So if you couldn't track his tracks, you’d track the rabbit’s. You kept your hunter’s knife in your hand to be wary of your surroundings, it was way too peaceful to be true. The rabbit had travelled far as you kept walking, and walking… and walking. Eventually you reached a clearing, and the rabbit’s tracks had stopped.

You groaned. You were hopeless. Of course you could always wait for Daryl to just come home, but you wanted to do something for once. Plus if you really did track him down, he'd for sure be proud. And you loved when he was proud of you. You thought about different ways to find him, but there was really nothing to do. He could’ve gone any which way out here, and with no other tracks to look at, it was a lost cause. That was what you thought until you heard the sound of what you believed were your husband's arrows being shot.

You quickly made your way towards the sound, making sure to stay hidden from his sight. After all this was supposed to be a surprise. The more you walked through the bushes, the more you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps. You peeked through the leaves of a bush and saw your husband looking around, he heard something, probably you. You ducked when his body turned in your direction, slowly standing up to see him facing the other before carrying on his journey.

You smirked, you felt like a spy dodging his glances and switching from tree to tree. You kept your distance to not get caught, staring at him from afar as he walked around looking for whatever animal he could get his hands on. The sun shone on his hair, highlighting the little specks of blond scattered amongst his brown locks. Those angel wings that hung from his broad shoulders surely displayed his character. Your eyes travelled down his arms, annoyingly covered by his shirt sleeves. His right hand held his crossbow idly by his side, the other holding that rabbit and his backpack. Daryl was beautiful, he didn't think so but you always reminded him.

You started to get closer to him, close enough to hear him grunt to himself as he sat on a log. You started to get closer from behind, holding your hands out to prepare covering his eyes. He placed his stuff down next to him and looked down at the rabbit in his hand, though not doing anything. Like he was expecting something.

You quickly covered his eyes, not feeling him flinch a bit.

“Guess who?” You taunted playfully, standing right behind him. You heard him snort, his shoulders shaking.

“If I didn’ know it was you, ya would've been shot dead a while ago.” He shook his head chuckling as you removed your hands from his eyes and moved around the log to stand in front of him, your hands on your hips.

“Jeez, you couldn't humour me just a little bit?” You frowned at his smug expression, he was playing around with the rabbit in his hands.

“Nah, ya gotta work on yer tracking. Could hear ya from a mile away,” he snorted seeing your annoyed expression while simultaneously looking you up and down. “Is tha’ my shirt yer wearin’?” You looked down at the shirt you were wearing, noticing how much looser it was on you.

“Yeah, I guess it is, why?” You asked while plucking a pine needle off of the fabric.

“Ya didn’ have any other shirt ta wear?” He furrowed his brows before stuffing the rabbit in his bag, his head tilting back to look up at you.

“I just grabbed a random shirt from my dresser, why? Would you rather I not wear anything?” You crossed your arms and watched as he looked you up and down again, saying nothing but raising his brows. You rolled your eyes, “don't answer that.”

“I ain’ sayin’ anythin’.” He raised both hands up defensively before patting down the spot next to him. You grumbled but sat next to him, sighing as you relaxed and lay your head on his shoulder. He hummed in acceptance, placing his hand on your knee. “So why’re ya ‘ere?”

You sat back up, you almost forgot the reason why you were out here.

“Right, shit.” You fished out the handmade charm from your pocket, holding it out in front of him. He chuckled, taking it from your fingers and taking a closer look at it.

“’s cute, this fer me?” You nodded in response and his lip curled into a smirk, “this tha’ ribbon ya put in yer hair?” You nodded again as he pointed to the pink ribbon amongst the twine.

“Thought it'd be cute if you had a little something of me near you when you're out, you can tie it to your crossbow.” You murmured shyly, feeling like a schoolgirl giving her crush valentines chocolate.

“I love it,” he smiled genuinely before grabbing his crossbow and putting it between his legs so he could tie it to the handle. “Perfect, but why the sudden gift? Ya dyin’ or somethin’?”

You chuckled, “well…” He sat up straight and shot you a concerned glance. “No, I’m not. I’m giving it to you cause it's your birthday.”

His concern flushed away with a look of confusion, his hand coming up to rub his chin.

“My birthday? How do ya even know?” He narrowed his eyes questioningly.

“Eugene.”

“Ah…”

He nodded, looking back down at the charm before looking back at you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and brought you close, kissing your forehead.

“Well thank you, I ‘preciate it.” He rested his chin on the top of your head, stroking your hair. “My birthday, haven' had one in a while.. damn, ‘m fuckin’ old aren’ I?”

You snorted, moving out of his grasp to look up at him. “You're not that old,” he gave you a ‘yeah right’ kind of look. “No really! You look quite young for your age.”

“Sure thing, ya just like butterin’ up yer husband.” He sneered playfully, you punched his chest in turn while chuckling.

“We’re both getting old hun,” you sighed contently and leaned against his body, feeling him let out a tiny sigh of his own.

“Mhm, yer still hot as hell though.” You laughed, covering your face while you felt his body shake in silent laughter. “’m not lyin’.”

“I know you aren't,” you chuckled and sat up straight. “Okay but… you have to admit, I did somewhat a good job on tracking you.”

Daryl snorted and raised his brows at you, but immediately stifled his chuckle when you frowned.

“Okay, okay sure. Ya did do a good job, ‘sides scarin’ my deer away with yer big ass footsteps.” You groaned at his feedback, kicking his ankle gently. You looked away from him and felt a gentle kiss on the back of your head, his warm breath on your neck. “Nah seriously, ya did a good job locatin’ me.”

“Really?” You turned around to face him quickly, “mean it?” He chuckled as you beamed at him, nodding.

“Yes really, now ya wanna help me find that deer so we can all eat t’night?” He nudged you on your lower back, his fingertips grazing your ass. You glanced at him, noticing a cheeky grin before standing up.

“Sure, why not? Maybe you could help me track better,” you dusted off your backside and took out your hunter's knife. He stood up with a grunt, slinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his crossbow before leading the way.

“It went off in this direction, couldn’ ‘ave gone far.” He murmured lowly as he pointed towards the direction where the river was. You nodded and followed close behind him, wincing as you stepped on a few twigs. Daryl turned and smirked slightly, “alrigh’. Watch where ya step, find soft ground an’ take ligh’ footsteps.”

“I think that’s obvious,” you muttered and heard him snort, taking your hand in his.

“Look,” he pointed to a leaf on the ground with his crossbow. “Tha’s gonna crunch when ya step on it,” he looked at you to see if you were listening before continuing his tangent, “ya can tell if a leaf is crunchy if ‘s browned on the tips and edges. When the colour of the leaf is dull or muddy, it’ll be soft. So ya can step on it but ya have ta be careful ‘cause sometimes tha’s just the colour of the leaf.”

“Then what about twigs?” You squeezed his hand and swung his arm with yours back and forth while you two walked.

“Well those are gonna snap if ya step on ‘em obviously,” he rolled his eyes matter-of-factly. “Jus’ watch yer step, eventually you’ll be good enough at watching yer step tha’ it’ll just be second nature ta ya. Which is why I dun’ have to look down every time I take a step.” He nudged you playfully, watching as you bowed your head and took various lengths of steps.

Daryl chuckled softly, releasing his grip on your hand to grab your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “Dun’ keep lookin’ at the ground though, ya keep doin’ tha’ an’ you’ll lose yer prey. Or worse, you’ll run into a walker wit’ yer head down.” You scoffed and shook your head, grabbing his hand again while he continued to walk ahead.

You occasionally glanced down at your feet, but kept looking ahead to watch your surroundings. Eventually, you found some deer tracks and elbowed Daryl.

“Deer tracks,” you pointed with your knife. He hummed in approval and let go of your hand to fully grasp his crossbow, turning his head over his shoulder and nodded as a signal for you to keep following him. You pressed your lips into a thin line and proceeded to follow the archer, making sure to take lighter steps.

The deer quickly came into view, unknowingly chewing on some not so crunchy leaves. Daryl raised a finger to keep you still and quiet, before beckoning you with that same finger. You quietly moved next to him, the two of you crouching behind a tree. His blue eyes met yours, holding his hand out for yours. You gave him your hand and he flipped it over so your palm was to the sky, and then he placed the handle of his crossbow in your hand. Your eyes quickly widened and you shook your head.

“No, Dar! I can’t shoot this thing!” You hissed quietly, seeing his expression shift into an amused one.

“Yeah ya can, dun’ worry. I’ll help ya,” he took your other hand and guided it to the foregrip before grabbing your waist and maneuvering you in front of him. He kept his body pressed against your back, his hands on yours and mimicked your placement. Your breath hitched as he moved his head to rest over your shoulder, his lips just barely grazing the shell of your ear. “Now aim fer the deer.”

His whisper sent a wave of heat through you, closing your eyes to calm yourself before opening them again and following his instruction. Gripping onto the foregrip, your raised the cross bow slightly and aim towards the deer, hearing a low whistle of approval.

“Good, now can ya take a shot at it?” His warm breath hit your ear again and you nodded, his pointer finger over yours as you started to slowly pull the trigger.

THWACK

You flinched and widened your eyes to see the deer on its side, an arrow sticking out of it. Daryl chuckled and let go of you, patting your waist.

“Good girl.” The nickname made you shiver a little, hoping he didn’t notice. “See, I told ya you could do it.” He took the crossbow from you and slung it over his shoulder before walking over to the deer. You walked proudly after him, watching crouch next to the deer and finishing it off with his knife.

“I may have lost your deer earlier but I shot it,” you grinned as you placed your hands on your hips. He chuckled and stood up, kissing your forehead.

“Tha’, you did. Now carry my bag so I can lug this home,” you smiled to yourself and took his bag, slinging it over both your shoulders as he threw the deer over his shoulders. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, wishing you were the deer right now.

“Well now we’ll have something to eat for your birthday dinner, isn’t that right?” You chuckled as you both started walking back to Alexandria.

“Yer gonna cook me somethin’?” He raised his eyebrows in curiosity. “Ya already made me tha’ charm.”

“Of course I’m gonna cook you dinner, hell it’s your birthday. You deserve more than that flimsy ol’ thing,” you snorted while adjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Ya dun’ ‘ave ta,” he grunted. “Ya could just gimme a kiss an’ I’ll be okay wit’ tha’.” You laughed at his comment, shaking your head.

“But I want to,” he couldn’t argue with that logic. Instead he just sighed and nodded his head, the two of you continuing to walk in silence.

Daryl was in the shower while you pranced around the kitchen searing the share of deer you were given, making some venison steak for dinner. The smell of rosemary and lemon filled your nostrils as you stirred some mashed potatoes in another pot, the hiss of the meat cooking on the pan was delectable. You hummed while throwing some peas into the pot of mashed potatoes, along with some butter and salt before stirring it once more and turning off the stove. You checked on the venison which looked perfectly cooked, tasting a bit of the sauce left over and decided it was perfect.

“Really outdid myself tonight,” you hummed and turned off the stove completely before setting up some plates on the dinner table. You precisely plated the steaks on the plate, scooping the mashed potatoes intricately before drizzling some canned cranberry sauce over it. You smiled proudly and poured some red wine into some glasses before lighting up a few candles. After accessing your work you quickly ran upstairs to change into a little cocktail dress, still wanted to impress your husband after all. Speaking of, you could hear Daryl fix up in the bathroom so you hurried on. You fixed up your hair in the mirror and took one last glance over your body before running back downstairs, taking your seat at the table.

You waited patiently, letting him take his time to fix up. He wasn’t going to expect all of this, the dimmed lights and candlelit dinner, but you were ready to see his expression.

Daryl came down the stairs, his hair slightly damp and over his eyes. Your eyes trailed down his neck towards his button-up, which had a few buttons undone already, and he was wearing his usual pants. His head perked up at the smell of the delicious food, brushing his hair out of his eyes and taking in the sight before him.

You grinned cheekily as he stood there, mouth agape in shock. Catching himself, he smirked slight at you and brought his hand over his mouth, his eyes glazing over your legs.

“Thought you were jus’ makin’ me dinner,” he drawled lowly. “Didn’ expect a whole feast,” he gestured towards you. You laughed as he took his seat, his eyes still on you.

“Shut up, try your food.” You giggled as you pulled your chair in and cut at your steak, letting your eyes dart up to see what he thought. He looked down at his plate and picked up his knife and fork and cut into his, dipping a slice into the mashed potatoes to get a taste of everything before shoving it into his mouth. He groaned and leaned back in his chair as he continued chewing.

“Jesus christ, (Y/N)…” You giggled and took a bite yourself, groaning as well while leaning back.

“Damn, I’m good.” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine, Daryl sitting up to do the same. He swirled his wine a couple times in the glass before taking a good chug and swallowing the liquid.

“Mmh, yeah ya are.” He grunted and continued to eat his food. You smiled lovingly at him, his gaze drifted back up to yours. He chewed his food and smiled back at you, just as loving. “Ya look beautiful.”

“You do too,” you grinned and earned a snort of disbelief from him. “You are!” You giggled, causing his stomach to swarm with butterflies, the sound of your laughter bringing joy to him.

The dinner consisted of you two talking and giggling about old memories, sipping wine and sharing longing glances across the table. Eventually you both finished your dinner but remained sitting at the table and drinking your wine.

“Do you remember when I fell off the back of your motorcycle and you refused to take me anywhere for two weeks?” You giggled against the rim of your wine glass, your eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Sure do, an’ I didn’ take ya anywhere fer two weeks because ya broke yer damn arm an’ had to heal.” He crossed his arms and had a stern look on his face, but laughed nonetheless.

You just giggled and finished your glass, reaching for the bottle for some more but it was quickly snatched away.

“Not too fast,” Daryl chuckled, reaching for your glass and pouring it himself. “Thank you fer all this, ‘s by far the best birthday I’ve had in a while.” He handed you your glass back, brushing his fingers over yours as he did.

“It’s nothing… I just wanted to spoil you a little, even if it’s just a little.” You smiled and took a sip of the wine, your head starting to spin a little. He noticed and took your glass away, finishing the rest himself. You chuckled, “I wasn’t done with that.”

“I know, but I dun’ want ya completely drunk.” He took the plates and glasses and put them in the sink before sitting back down in his seat.

“Why’s that?” You leaned forward, grinning expectantly.

“’Cause I wanna be able to reward ya fer yer hard work,” he smirked and leaned back in his seat, manspreading like his life depended on it. “C’mere.”

As if you were in a trance you immediately stood up and wobbled over to him, your mind still hazy but you both knew what you wanted. He tilted his head back to look up at you, that same cocky smirk painted across his lips. He kept his hands on his thighs, and it was like a silent communication of what he wanted. You bit your lip and held eye contact as you kneeled down between his legs, his head cocking to the side as he looked down at you, bring one hand into your hair.

“Good girl… now I may be askin’ too much, but do ya mind?” He nodded towards his erection that was eagerly straining against his pants. You shook your head, bringing your hands up to unbuckle his belt. He grumbled graciously, his fingers curling in your hair.

You bit your lip as you solely focused on getting his pants off, feeling him lift his hips up a bit to make the removal process easier for you. You glanced up at him while sliding his pants and boxers off in one go, he grunted softly as his cock sprang out. His pants and boxers hung around his ankles as you moved closer, inspecting his length. The head was flushed red, and looked almost painfully hard as it twitched from the feeling of your warm breath brushing against it.

As you continued gawking at his cock, Daryl got impatient and took his length in his hand. Your drunken body felt even more turned on as you watched your husband stroke himself slowly, brushing his thumb over the sensitive tip and hissing. You whimpered, biting your lip as you moved closer. The cold tile against your thighs was a good relief from your aching heat, feeling yourself get wetter the more you watched him.

Daryl brought his other hand to the back of your neck, bringing you even closer as he held his cock and guided it to your lips. You closed your eyes and let him run his length against your cheeks, giggling a little as he slapped the tip against your lips. He pushed the head of his cock against your lips which you quickly parted, letting him slide half his length into your mouth.

You both groaned at the contact, both his hands moving into your hair while one of your hands moved to hold onto the base. Daryl threw his head back and whimpered softly as you literally sucked on him once, pulling off to leave little kitty licks on his sensitive tip. He pulled your hair into a ponytail and tugged on it when you took him into your mouth again, rolling his eyes back as your tongue swirled around the tip. He let out multiple moans and whimpers of pleasure as you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t take with your hand.

You could feel him start to get close, by the sounds of his breathless whimpers and the way his grasp on your hair got tighter. You let go of his cock and braced yourself before fully letting him in, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag. He moaned loudly, making a sound of protest and trying to pull you off of him. You didn’t budge and kept bobbing your head, gagging every time he hit the back of your throat. He whined breathily, his cock twitching in your mouth as he got closer and closer. Your eyes were teary but you kept going, wanting to taste his sweet release.

Daryl tugged your hair hard, groaning deeply as he came. Splurging ropes of warm semen into your mouth, you eagerly licked it all up, savouring the saltiness of his release. The sound and sight of him coming almost had you releasing yourself, reaching down to squeeze between your legs.

His hand released your hair and caressed the back of your head soothingly, as an apology for his rough tugging. You looked up at him as you swallowed the rest of his seed, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“Get up fer me,” he whispered hoarsely, grabbing onto your thighs as you obeyed. He stood up after you and pulled you against his chest, his cock stirring back to life as you felt it press between your thighs. One hand was on your waist while the other held your chin, tilting your head back to look at him, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip before dipping his head to kiss you deeply. He groaned into your mouth as he tasted himself on your tongue, your tongues wrapping together as you fought for dominance. Ultimately, he won and you let yourself be kissed aggressively by this man.

He placed both hands on your hips, pushing you back and pulling his lips off yours. Before you could think he turned you around and bent you over the dinner table, his hand immediately moving under your dress. You cried out as his fingers rubbed your wet heat over your panties which were well soaked by now, he kept his other hand on your lower back before pulling your panties off. He pushed the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, keeping you bent over on display for him. You didn’t hear anything for a few moments, the alcohol in your system making you hear your heart beat in your ears. Your knees buckled as you felt his tongue run along your slit, you whined slightly while his hands held you steady.

His tongue wiggled around between your folds, a soft cry escaping your lips every time he brushed over your clit. His lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves, sucking on it and you could feel him smirk when you cried out. He continued this motion, your eyes rolling back while the top half of your body lay flat against the table. His tongue was replaced by his finger, rubbing your clit harshly and making your leg tremble in sensitivity. You moaned loudly, the sound of your moans echoed through the kitchen while his tongue entered you. You gasped harshly at the intrusion, your nails scratching against the table as his tongue thrusted in and out of your wet heat. The warm feeling of coming undone was brewing up in your stomach, your moans ragged.

“Fuck… Dar I’m gonna cum,” you whined breathlessly. He didn’t stop, rubbing your clit even harder and causing you to arch you back and squirm against his face. His tongue remained inside of you as you came, your breath heavy while he licked up your sweet nectar. You sighed and lay your head against the table, your mind swirling with lust and haziness from the orgasm.

“Stay there,” he grunted as he stood up, rubbing the flesh of your ass with his palm. “Ya look so beautiful bent over fer me like this. Makes me wan’ ta fill ya up, put a baby in ya.” Your breath hitched, looking over your shoulder to see if he was serious.

“Really?” You whispered hoarsely, your eyes sparkling in want. “You want a baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he grumbled, standing behind you while caressing your ass. “I mean hell, we’re both gettin’ old. I wanna be able to give ya a child before we can’t… will ya let me?”

“Yes, oh god yes Dar please.” You pleaded, earning a light tap to your bum as he bit his lip.

“Then be a good girl fer me and lay still, yer perfect.” He whispered, running his length between your ass cheeks teasingly. You bit your lip and lay your head against the wood of the table, panting in anticipation as he continued to rub his cock against you. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the head against your clit, spreading your folds so he could thrust along them. You both moaned simultaneously, the two of you relishing the slick feeling.

He pulled his cock back, circling it around your entrance before pushing forward, filling you completely. You moaned out in delight, closing your eyes and clenching around the length inside you, feeling your walls mold to his cock. He groaned, grabbing your hips and moving back and forth slowly. Your eyes rolled back, biting your lip hard as you felt every inch of his velvety skin stroke your inner walls.

His fingers surely were leaving marks on your hips from how hard he was gripping onto you, clearly holding himself back from taking you roughly. He kept the pace slow, his cock occasionally brushing against your sweet spot but not fully meeting it. You moved back to meet his thrusts, earning a moan of approval from your movements. It still wasn’t enough.

“Need you deeper,” you pleaded softly, the high pitched tone of yours making his hips stutter. One of his hands ran up your back, grasping your hair and gently tugging you, prompting you to come up. You obeyed instantly, pushing yourself up as he carefully pulled you back to his chest. Your back arched as his hand trailed down over your throat, holding you against his shoulder.

He pressed his hips harder into you, eliciting a light breathy whine from you as your back arched further. He continued his hard thrusts, turning his head to press kisses along your neck, his cock reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust of his hips. You were closer to getting what you wanted, just one swivel of your hips against his was what got it. He slammed against your sweet spot, your jaw dropped and you closed your eyes as he kept hitting the spot. Your moans came out freely, his palm against your throat as you leaned back on his shoulder, mewling and whining loudly.

His grunts came in your ear, his breath heavy and hot as the both of you started to sweat from exertion. The sound of your skin slapping together echoed through the kitchen along with your whimpering moans and his grunts and groans. He let go of your throat and let you fall over the table, placing both his hands on your hips and thrusting with renewed intensity. His hips slapped against yours hard, his eyes watching your ass jiggle with every contact. He brought a hand up to grip your ass, pushing himself deeper into your pussy. The wet sounds of him thrusting in and out just filled you with more arousal, closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself in the moment.

You tightened around his cock as you felt yourself coming close to completion, the feeling of your walls tight around him made Daryl groan deeply. His hips stuttered but kept the pace, fucking you deeply and hard. It was clear he was also close as his grip on you became tighter and his movements got sloppier.

“Fuck, yer so tigh’… gonna fill ya up,” he groaned, thrusting harder into you. “Gonna make ya carry my babies.”

His words sent a chill up your spine, mewling out in pleasure and desire. “I want that… please…” You begged pathetically, your voice barely a whisper from all your crying and moaning.

“Imma give it to ya, dun’ worry baby. Gonna cum inside ya so deep,” he grunted, pulling your hips back in time with his movements. “Gonna give ya a baby, make ya a mama.” You whined in desire, clawing at the wood as your body trembled. Your orgasm quickly coming up.

You screamed out his name as you came for the second time tonight, rolling your eyes back as you did. You lay against the table while your legs struggled to keep you standing, his hips rapidly pushing in and out of you as he chased his orgasm.

“Shit, fuckin’ tigh’ as shit.” He cursed haphazardly, his balls tightening as they threatened to burst. “C’mon take it, take it pretty girl,” he shouted as he came, deep inside of you like he promised. He fucked you through his orgasm, groaning softly before pulling out.

Your entire body shook in sensitivity, your legs threatening to give out. Daryl continued to hold you up, watching your pussy drip with his cum. He reached down to scoop it back into you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.

“Dun’ wan’ this ta go ta waste now do we?” He taunted hotly into your ear, pulling your panties up and letting your dress fall over your ass. He slapped your ass playfully before pulling up his own underwear and pants, buckling his belt. “Now let’s go cuddle upstairs hm?” He chuckled lowly and scooped you up into his arms, his expression softening at your fucked out expression.

You looked up at him sleepily and nodded, pulling his head down to kiss him softly. He hummed against your lips, taking you upstairs.

“Happy birthday, Dar.”

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warning(s): smutty smut smutt yo, try at some plot yet again, lil long and all that…this filthy yall

a/n: there's for sure a ton of grammar edits that need to be made, so bear with me while i work on them! i can never seem to catch them all first day

enjoy, thanks to this yummy ass freaky ass request lmao 💗 sorry it took so long, i'm a slow writer...

You sit between Dominic, your thighs spread and thrown over his legs.

He lays back against the headboard, pink blankets, and furry throw pillows around the two of you as he trails his hands up your quivering legs.

Your canopy, a sheer pink fabric floating above your bed, does little to hide the two of you.

His warm palm contradicts the chill of the rings littering his fingers–and it makes you jolt when they caress your inner thigh.

He’s fully dressed.

A well-worn leather jacket, its surface scuffed and softened with time, hangs open over a plain fitted t-shirt, showing his solid build underneath. And jeans, their denim rough against the smooth skin of your legs.

The build-up to this wasn’t the most ideal. A lot of pent-up frustration.

He’d asked you to come with him to his YSL after-party. Usually, you'd be ready to transform yourself into his arm candy for the night, the touch of his hand lingering on your lower back as you walked into the club with him.

But this time, a different kind of excitement bubbled within you – your best friend's birthday party.

You'd promised weeks ago to go clubbing with her and some friends, and the thought of letting her down felt worse than seeing the frown that started creasing your boyfriend's forehead.

A tense silence stretched over the two of you.

"You're going out with them again?" his voice was flat, a stark contrast to his usual playful tone. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.

"It's Aria's birthday, Dom," you say, jutting your hip and leaning your weight to your right leg. "I promised weeks ago."

"This is the third time this month you’ve blown me off," he countered, sucking his teeth. "It's a big night for me. You fuckin’ know that man!”

A part of you understood, a nagging guilt prickling at your conscience. Maybe if you’d mentioned her birthday earlier, things could have been different.

But you also had a life, commitments you couldn't break at the last minute. Silence stretched between you again before you stated you were going for a shower, not having the energy for an argument.

You came out of the bathroom to an empty apartment, and anger started to simmer beneath your skin.

No goodbye kiss, no I love you.

Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself. Tonight was about Aria. Not you, and not your pissy boyfriend. You wouldn't let his actions ruin your night.

Glancing at your phone, you switched it off. Letting silence and your disconnect speak for you. You hope he got the message.

He did.

Swaying slightly, you walked back into your apartment, the gems stitched into your tight two-piece glimmering in the warped light of the city skyline that was bleeding in through your windows.

It was your skimpiest set, one that usually earned a cheeky ass grab from Dominic.

You’d only worn it once and promised only to wear it when going out with him.

Which is why he clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose when he saw you saunter in through the door at two am in that same set—reaching for the wall to peel off your boots.

Completely oblivious to his presence.

He watched as a giggle escaped your lips when you turned to look at yourself in the hallway mirror.

Your mascara and eyeliner smudged and the glitter eyeshadow you'd swiped from Aria’s makeup bag, migrated into tiny, shimmering stars under your eyes.

Your eyes are red and lidded, a remnant from the blunt you and Aria hotboxed her car with before she dropped you off.

Combined with the tequila swirling in your system, you were in a heady euphoria. Ready for sleep, the comfort of your pajamas, and your bed.

Breathing a content sigh, you turned towards the living room, and your playful smile vanished the moment your eyes met your boyfriend's sprawled form on the couch.

The two tequila shots sloshed comfortably in your stomach, but the weed buzzed a different kind of energy through you. Your limbs felt light, almost detached, and the edges of the room seemed hazy,

Dominic being the only thing your mind was processing.

Your argument replayed in your mind, a sour note against the fuzzy high. He sat with his hands clasped loosely in his lap, legs sprawled, and his posture slouched.

His gaze roamed your body, lingering a second too long on your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your top, before flicking back up to meet your eyes.

He looked pissed, and a chill of satisfaction wisped over you.

With an off balanced sway in your hips, you stumble over to him, ready to piss him off more than he already looked.

The closer you got, the air hung heavy with the acrid scent of a strain you’re familiar with. He was high, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring yours.

There was an edge to him, a dangerous undercurrent, and it only fueled your ego. A twisted knot of pleasure growing in your chest knowing you were the reason for it.

You grinned, throwing one leg on either side of his thighs, straddling him on the couch. Dominic lifts his eyes to yours, staring you down despite being under you.

You feel his body flex under you.

“Awh, you look pissed baby.” you pouted, voice dripping with mock sympathy. You tilted your head to the side raking your acrylics through his hair, and pushing it back from his face. His eyebrow piercing glinted when his head knocked to the side under the aggression of your hand.

The saccharine dripping from your voice was enough to curdle milk. "What’s wrong? You can tell Mama." you cooed, nodding with fake concern.

Dominic's jaw clenched, a flicker of something like a warning sparking in his eyes before he let out a humorless laugh, licking his bottom lip and looking away from your face.

His leg started to bounce, a telltale sign of his patience wearing thin.

You weren't sure where this new attitude came from, but a thrill snaked through you as you realized you were effectively getting under his skin.

The earlier fight still hung heavy for you, and you found yourself reveling in this power trip.

Before he could pull away, your hand tightened around the fist full you had of his hair and yanked him back to face you.

"Oh, I think I know," you purred. "Is Dommy mad that I turned my phone off?" You pouted again, the childish facade at odds with the glint in your eyes.

"Yeah, that's what it is, isn't it? Or is it because I wore your favorite little two-piece without you?”

You pulled his head back so his adams apple was barred, “Maybe next time don’t leave without acknowledging me first, yeah?”

You leaned in, lips hovering over Dominic’s. You could smell the mint and alcohol in his breath, before moving to his ear.

“Fuck you.” You whispered, patting his cheek with a smile.

Pleased, you moved to get off him but halted when his hand grabbed at your hips and squeezed tight, forcing you back. You gasped at the sudden pressure, wincing slightly when he pressed harder over the bone.

“Are you fucking stupid?” Before you could sass him back, Dominic’s hand flew to your neck and pressed at the pleasure points on the side of your throat.

“Oh come on, you didn’t expect me to let you talk to me like that?” Your clit pulsed, this is a side of your boyfriend you’d never seen. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting worked up by his attitude. You pressed down on his lap and felt his dick hard and poking under his jeans–a grin spread across your lips.

“But you like it,” You wrapped your fingers around his hand on your neck, and slightly squeezed, not breaking eye contact. “Don’t you Dommy?”

And now you’re in your current position.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy,” Dominic mutters. The hand that’s not working your thigh, sliding down your top to fondle your tits. Your nails dig into his leg, a whimper leaving your lips.

“You know better than that.” He flicks your clit through your shorts, and a pathetic squeal comes out of your throat at the pain. This was a side you weren’t familiar with, a side of him you didn’t know he could tap into. You’re unsure how to act, but a sick thrill washes over you.

“Dom please,” You breathe, “I didn’t mean—.”Dominic tuts, and muffles you with the palm of his hand.

“Yeah, you did, baby.” he slips his hand into your shorts and presses two fingers against your swollen clit, rubbing soft circles that causes your breath to catch. He’s barely applying pressure, just toying with you.

“No panties huh?” he tilted his head back, nostrils flaring as he expelled a long breath. The movement sent a shiver down your spine, and your stomach lurched.

You suck in a shaky breath, lips parting to defend yourself when his fingers tap on your lips with surprising force. He pushes them through and lets his middle and index fingers press down your tongue.

“Learn to just shut the fuck up.” he runs his tongue along the top of your ear and is quick to move his hand up from your shorts–pressing on your abdomen to bring you down when your hips buck up.

“Fuck!” you whine around his fingers, head lolling to the side, hand squeezing at his leather jacket.

He chuckles and tugs your shorts off, and he lands a smack against your sticky cunt before you can sigh in relief at finally having your shorts off.

Your vision blurs for a second, the sharp sting lacing through you. Your eyes fly shut, a surprised gasp leaving you. Fingers twitching. You’ve never felt this before, and your pussy tingles in want at the pleasured pain.

“You really wanted to piss me off tonight, huh?” his voice comes out scratchy and low. Like a threat, and you can’t help the way your cunt throbs. “Just needed everyone’s fuckin’ attention.”

You try to jerk your thighs close, but Dom’s quicker than you. Firmly gripping the meat of your thigh, and forcefully pressing down your right from the left.

His fingers still loosely hang out the side of your mouth, your spit slick across the side of your face. Your pussy leaks, both from pain and arousal, and you’re desperate for more.

Moving you around so that your legs are spread wider Dom pins you firmly against his chest.

“You don’t even deserve this.” he finally applies pressure to your clit, and your chest stutters. Sweat coats your body in a thin sheen making you appear dewy under the lit skyline pouring through your room window.

Dominic hooks his chin over your shoulder and peers his eyes down to your soaked cunt. He spreads your lips with his pointer and ring finger, the sound lewd. Your juices glimmer in the low light and Dom’s cock twitches in his jeans.

“Fuck, look at that,” he whispers, using the pad of his middle finger to just barely brush over your pearl. Your body quivers, fingers spazzing when you throw your head back against Dom’s shoulder.

“I—” You stutter, trying to find words.

“Hm?” He taunts, pulling his fingers away from your pussy and to his lips. You whimper at the loss of contact, eyes blown wide when Dominic makes a show of sucking off fingers. He opens his eyes just barely, and peers over at you. “Where’d all that mouth go?”

You try to speak again, but your mind blanks when the sound of Dominic’s belt unclasping filters through your ears. In a swift movement, he’s sliding out from behind you and removing his hand from your mouth.

Immediately you find yourself missing his heat and the heavy pressure of his fingers on your tongue.

Cool air rushes to your back where he once was and you shiver.

“God, you really don’t deserve this.” he reiterates, as he removes his jeans. His shirt and jacket follow suit. You watch him in a daze, thrumming in anticipation.

Just moments ago you were asserting dominance, and now your brain can’t process anything but the man undressing at the foot of your bed. He’s a stark contrast to the pink of your room. He looks out of place, despite being right where you need him.

He crawls back to you, and for the first time today, Dominic catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your mouths clash in a hungry mesh of spit and tongue. Your highs make everything sloppy and disoriented, and so so good. Blindly grabbing, and taking each other apart.

Your hand tangles in his curls, tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck and earning a grunt that you eagerly swallow.

Take take take. You want all of him.

You wander your fingers over the expanse of his body, nails dipping into the ridges of his stomach before slipping into his boxers, and wrapping your hand around his dick.

Dom shutters, and he pulls away from your lips to grab your wrist–his grip tight in warning.

“You don’t learn.” His breath fans hot over your lips, slick with your shared spit.

“Please Dom, just, please.” You’re downright whimpering at this point, pleading for him. Gone is your attitude from earlier, and Dominic laughs right in your face. It’s pitiful and he grins.

“Awh, what's wrong princess?” His forehead creases, mock concern seeping out of his words, and then he dips his head down to nose at the sensitive spot of your neck, just under your ear.

“You can tell Daddy.” He nods, curls tickling your cheek.

Dominic mocks your words from earlier, moving your wrist above your head. Your free hand twitches under his chest, not quite touching, just hanging in the air. Unsure if he wants you touching him.

You’re scared, and so turned on. Pussy fluttering around nothing.

“Oh, I think I know.” Dom releases your wrist and yanks you back by your hair, baring your throat out to him. Just like you did.

“You want me to fuck you. That it?”

You do. So bad. You’re not sure how much more you can take anymore, which is why you’re surprised when you feel your eyes get hot. You’ve never been brought to this point before, and you weren’t sure if you ever wanted to leave this headspace.

You nod your head rapidly, tears glossing your eyes over. “ Yes, please, Dom. “I’m sorry.” You whisper, peering up at him with how he has your head positioned, and swallowing when you watch the side of his lip twitch up.

“Maybe next time don’t bitch at me, huh?” He pats your cheek twice, just like you did. It stings a little, and your thighs twitch.

Dominic tilts his head to the side, hair sliding to the right with him. He simpers and says nothing. You feel your face start to burn, feeling so small under him like this, a hot tear streams down the side of your face.

You watch Dom’s eyes follow it with rapt attention, and you part your lips ready to say something, anything, when his eyes snap back to yours and you feel the tip of his cock pushing its way into your throbbing pussy.

Your eyes roll, and your mouth hangs open. A silent gasp stuck in your throat.

You’ve fucked your boyfriend many times before. But this, this, is new. Feeling him like this was new, the bated breath, the heat, the intensity of it all.

You feel him everywhere all at once, your body pulsating, ears feeling as if they're stuffed with cotton.

You feel hot, molten almost, but you’re shivering.

Dom bends your neck back further and nods his head while pushing himself in. Inch by inch you feel him filling you up.

His face is hovering over yours, as he watches you. Lips open and brush over your own as he loses himself in your heat.

“Mhm, that’s it, baby. You feel me?” Dominic mutters against your mouth, and you wither, mindlessly lifting a hand to grab hold of his in your hair.

You can’t speak, your brain is mush. Not a single thought processing. You feel full, the stretch one that you’ll never get enough of. He’s thick and heavy, and it’s almost too much.

Then he snaps his hips, and you slur out a curse. A long drawn-out whine works its way out your throat and you squeeze your eyes. If you were in your right mind, you’d almost be embarrassed that such a sound left you. But you aren’t.

Dominic snaps his hips one more time, and then he’s fucking you as if he’s on borrowed time. His hips grind quick and hard. He untangles his hand from your hair and interlaces it with one of yours, before tucking himself securely in your neck.

He presses closer to you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Ankles locked tight, and his heavy grunts fall into your neck.

He’s a mess of praise and curses, your bodies sticking together and the smell of sex hot in the air.

Your body jolts up with each thrust and you use your free arm to wrap around Dom’s back. Your acrylics scratch into his skin as you try to ground yourself.

But you need more.

“More, Dom,” You whimper out. “Please.”

He’s manhandling you around before your mind could process it. Head lifted from your neck as he turned you over on your stomach in a heated frenzy.

Your face is mushed into your pillows at the foot of your bed, ass perked up.

“Never satisfied are you?” Dom grunts, slipping back inside you and giving you just what you asked for. He leans down so he’s molded to the shape of your back, and grabs hold of your throat from behind.

You’re being fucked dumb, have no idea what you’re saying. If you’re even saying anything at all. Body tingling everywhere.

“You feel so good, baby. So good for me.” Dominic praises, reveling in how good your pussy sucks him in. How warm and gummy you feel around him. Squeezing him just right.

You’re both intertwined with pleasure, in a conjoined headspace that you hope never ends. You don’t even know how you both got to this point anymore. What you were arguing about in the first place. Just that you want to keep fucking like this, want to always feel him like this.

You start to feel yourself getting lifted off the mattress and then you’re on your knees, Dominic’s front still molded to your back. He reaches around and squeezes your right tit, fingers rolling your nipple.

You reach back and grip his hair when he starts leaving messy kisses down the side of your throat.

“Look. Look at yourself while I fuck you.” Dom orders, his voice vibrates through you and it takes all you have to peel your eyes open to see yourself through the mirror.

It’s in the corner of your room, and you can only see the side of you and Dom as he snaps his hips into you. Your eyes lock with him through the mirror. He’s already staring at you through his lashes, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. His gaze is primal, something wicked and you feel your stomach start to tighten, pussy spazzing around him.

“Oh fuck m’ gonna cum. Gonna cum.” you slur.

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” He moves down to start rubbing tight circles on your clit, and you arch your back, throwing your head back against his shoulder. A chorus of yes’s.

“Look.” He grunts again, hand moving off your neck to firmly grip your jaw and force your face back to the mirror. You look a fucking mess.

That coil in your tummy tying a knot so tight, you’re not sure you’re ready for it to snap. But you need it too. Need it so fucking bad.

You bring a hand to grip Dom's arm that's resting on your abdomen, toes curled tight.

“Right there, right there!” You squeal, feeling yourself weaken in his hold. Dom feels it too, and pushes you back down into your sheets, his pace harder in the new position. His arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding your middle half in a slight arch.

“Cum for me, you can do it. Make me cum.” He’s whispering in your ear, “So fuckin’ close, cum with me baby.”

And the pleasure that’s been brewing, thrumming throughout your body, breaks.

You cum hard, Dominic’s name high-pitched and breathless when you reach down to tightly grip the corner of your mattress. Back arched high like a cat.

Your pussy clamps down on Dom, walls spasming around his dick, and it sets him off. His struggles to close his eyes, they’re lidded as he drunkenly loses himself in your pussy, chasing his orgasm.

You watch him through your mirror with low eyes. Watch as his mouth drops open. Watch as he drops onto you, squeezing you tight when he finally cums. Painting your walls white, and filling you up.

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. Dom starts to pepper kisses on the side of your face, and you turn your head to catch his lips. It’s slower than the one you shared earlier. Heavy with I’m sorry, and I love you.

You pull away first, watching as a smile takes over his face. The position you’re in is awkward, but you both couldn’t care less right now. You reach around as best you can and brush his hair back from his eyebrow, softly rubbing your thumb over the piercing.

“So, how was clubbing without me? Boring huh?” You grin a shit-eating grin, and Dom rolls his eyes when you start laughing.

“Fuck off.”

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Needy Chief

(roman and y/n one-shot)

warnings: 18+, oral sex, unprotected sex, harsh sex, masturbation, edging, unconsciousness (kinda)

word count: 4k

Summary: Roman makes Y/N jealous and she decides to punish the Tribal Chief but does she succeed?

A/N: okay, this is my first one-shot and I hope yall like it :), error warning

gif by me

I am pacing around my room with the tip of my index finger in my mouth, biting it, barely being able to find a place and keep my sanity. Just a woman all prepared for her man- washed, shaved, moisturized and dressed up with his favorite red lacy lingerie since red is his favourite color and a short black kimono on the top because I feel cold from hatred.

But why am I pacing? Not because I'm nervous of my man who happens to be the face of whole sports entertainment, undisputed WWE champion for over 3 years and counting, people know him as the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table, Roman Reigns. Nor the fact that the man in question is the most attractive man to walk on this planet, undisputed.

No. It's not that. I'm way over this. The problem is that he has an appearance on Smackdown tonight hence I made a plan to surprise him afterwards. I was getting all prepared and everything since I want to be perfect for him - to look good, to smell good, to taste good.

And what happens? I turn the show on the TV and there is him getting out of his black Jeep with his wise man. The WWE reporter, Kayla - that little woman with her perfect curls and pretty face anticipating with the mic in her hands. Then you have my man, Roman, getting out of the car after the wise man.

"What's going on tonight, Roman?" - Kayla asks. "Who will have the opportunity to face you next?"

And then he replied:

"You still seem not to get the things around here, babygirl. You don't "have" the opportunity to face me. You "win" this opportunity."

That's when I completely froze up.

He dared to call another woman "babygirl"? In front of me? In front of live television?

"He is so dead when he comes back" I thought and I'm still thinking it. I was thinking of making a great scandal but that's old, you feel me?

Men are not really affected when you scream at them and tell them how upest they made you. They can easily manipulate you and make you feel guilty about "overreacting" and yet again "being too emotional".

So I tossed this thought away and came up with a better plan.

I am gonna make Roman beg for me.

I brushed my hair and decided to put on a body oil on my skin with vanilla scent because Roman goes crazy when he smells vanilla. CRAZY.

I looked at my reflection on the wardrobe mirror which was next to the bed.

I'm gonna make him weak.

I heard the door downstairs unlocking and I quickly laid on the bed seductively, yet casually while changing the TV channel. I don't want him to see that I've been watching Smackdown.

I felt that he is entering in the bedroom but I pretended that I'm not seeing him and being too caught up with the random programme I put on.

"Hey, babe." he said softly with his deep, clear voice.

I turned to him and he had his long hair down. Oh, he knows I go weak over his natural, black, curly hair. He is wearing his usual black "Acknowledge me" tank top and black sweatpants. We'll see who will acknowledge who.

"Hey." I replied, unbothered.

He licked his lips while grinning. I think he is realizing that I'm all ready to be haunted by him but I'm gonna let him know who is the boss tonight or must I say the tribal chief.

"Why are you mad?" he laid next to me and started placing kisses on my cheeks coming down to my neck. His beard tickling my skin. "I tried not to be late. I see you got ready for me". The kisses started to become wet and his low voice got me almost ready.

I felt his big hands on my hips trying to take off my underwear but I stopped him.

"Not so fast" I simply said and he had a confused look on his face, going a bit far from me. "Tonight things will go a little different" I clarified.

"What do you mean different?". He furrowed his eyebrows.

I got up from the bed and slowly took off my kimono.

"Let's play a little game". I suggested and he rolled his eyes.

"Y/N, I am about to rip this pretty ass lingerie with my bare teeth and eat your pussy out like the last meal I'm gonna have in my life. Do you think I'm in the mood for games?" He suddenly got pissed. And I know why. Cause he wants everything to be his way, no questions asked.

"And why do you think you deserve this opportunity...chief?" I cocked my eyebrow. I just pulled a superman punch on him, mentally.

"What do you mean why? You are my girlfriend. The woman of my life...the love of my life." He replied and ran his fingers through his hair. "Babygirl..."

"Ah." I raised my finger. "Don't call me that. I thought Kayla was the babygirl."

Roman then got the look of realisation.

"Come on, Y/N...is this what you are mad about? Please." He reacted as if it's nothing. "I don't really mean it, you know?"

"Aha. And what if I call another man daddy?" I asked and crossed my arms which made my boobs pop out even more.

"I'm gonna beat the living shit out of him then show you who the real daddy is." Roman replied immediately with a not so slight growl in his voice.

"Well now..." I crawled on the bed to him and made him lean back. Then I put myself on his crotch. "I'm gonna show you who the real babygirl is".

I felt his hands on my ass but I removed them.

"No touching game"

"What do you mean no touching?" He slightly got up but I pushed him down again.

"Tribal chief can't take his punishment?" He looked me deep in the eyes and swallowed loudly. "I'm gonna stay up here and I'm gonna have fun with you but you are not allowed to touch me".

I got closer to his face.

"If you lay your hands on me, - I whisprered - I'm gonna go over there on the couch and I'm gonna touch myself, making you watch without being able to touch me and taste me, you understand?"

He gave me no answer, he just let out a growl, the exact beast low growl he does during mid match when he gets angry at his opponent.

I left a small peck on his lips just to tease him even more, then another one and on the third one he attacked my lips or more precisely, my tongue which made me separate from his face.

"Ay, you are so impatient, Roman." I scolded him and licked my lips.

"You make me this way". He said through his teeth and I giggled while taking his tank top off, exposing his beautiful upper body - the muscles and the magnificent tribal tattoo which made him even hotter.

I started leaving slow and wet kisses on his chest all down to his stomach. His breaths were getting heavier and heavier. I can feel how much he wants to touch me but he had his hands squeezing the sheets. I started licking his abs and took a look at his face. He had his lips pressed and eyes close shut.

I couldn't help but smirk and put my ass on his lap again, slowly started grinding.

"Don't". He hissed putting his hands on his head.

"Aw". I pouted and leaned to his face again.

"Daddy can't take it?" I asked and then brushed my lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss but Roman swiftly turned it to a very aggressive one. It almost felt like he would swallow my whole mouth and tongue. That's what I call a kiss of desparation.

Not to mention that I felt a big bulge beneath me. Now I awoke the true beast. I started grinding even more but problem is I am getting wet, too.

"Those sweatpants ain't thick enough for me to not notice you are getting seriously wet." He said through the kisses.

"I think you should worry about your boner, baby, cause that shit must hurt." I whispered against his mouth with a big smirk on my face.

"Also, I can always do this". I ripped my tong off with a bare hand and I slid myself like a snowboard on his abs and left a wet trail.

The look on his face was just priceless. It was mixed with shock, joy and anger. I can't really explain it.

I got beside him, taking off his sweatpants which were about to rip off from his own dick and now he is only left with his red boxers which may also rip off in a while.

He couldn't help but grab me by my hips and put me on him.

"Ah. I think you just broke the rule, Roman. No touching." I tsked and shook my head. "You know what this means."

I got away from him and turned my bare ass around walking to the couch taking off my bra, slowly, leaving myself completely naked.

I sat down on the couch, spreading my legs, just right in front of his eyes.

I licked my fingers slowly and seductively and put them on my clit.

Roman's POV:

If she continues going around like this, I'm gonna fuck her until she literally becomes unconscious and I mean it.

This woman knows how to play with me and I mean it in every single way.

I can handle anything. I'm a big man. You can put me against 2, 3, 4, 5 men and can handle the beating, no problem but I can't handle Y/N and her beautiful naked body standing in front of me and I'm not allowed to do anything.

That's something I can't survive and I don't know until when I am gonna stand like this and not enter in her like a drill in wood.

Her standing over there, looking at me with her hungry yet innocent eyes, playing with her pussy which was obviously crying for me. Her little fingers getting in and out. Her sexy moans getting inside my head.

"I'm just not gonna watch." I laid back looking at the white ceiling.

She started moaning louder and heavier and I felt like I'm gonna explode down there. Her moans always make me go insane, ecstatic even.

"When is this game coming to an end, Y/N?" I yelled.

"Whenever I say, daddy." She said through her heavy breaths and after a while she reached her climax, screaming out my name in the most needy tone ever.

Lord, how much I want to jump from that bed and put my dick inside of her tight pussy.

"Y/N, I need you, please. This is not funny" I said through my heavy breaths and then she got up, coming to me.

"Did you just say please?" She grinned sweetly.

She knows. Y/N knows too well how to make a big and strong man like me weak.

She has this effect.

"Yes. Is this what I had to do?" I asked her as if I'm cracking a code.

"Almost." she replied and she licked her fingers not leaving anything for me.

What does she mean by almost?

She got over me yet again. Okay. I guess game is over then. Y/N started taking my boxers off. It's happening.

Y/N's POV:

"Daddy deserves a reward after all he said but we still have work to do." I said while taking his boxers off, and his big beast exposed in front of me, all ready to be inside my holes.

"No touching me." I repeated in the same strict tone.

- What?- he cried out and I immediately started sucking his dick like a kid who just got its favorite lolipop.

I was going on fastly and as deep as I could and judging by his heavy breaths and whimpers, I knew if I don't slow it down, he can cum just like this. I want to show him how easy he is and how little he needs from me to cum. So I slowed it down, got it out of my mouth and licked my lips.

"Please don't stop like this." He whined.

This view is priceless.

Priceless.

A big, tough man like him all desperate for me to continue.

"I'm never gonna leave my daddy unsatisfied but the moment you touch me, I stop and you deal with this yourself." I warned him.

"Tie me up, at this point." He yelled.

I shook my head.

"Let's really test your limits, Roman." I licked my lips and then went back to business, changing the tactic. I started licking...slowly.

- At this point.- he talked to his heavy breaths.- I'm not gonna talk...to any other woman. Nah. I ain't gonna look at another woman. If you are gonna punish me like this.- his usual deep voice was crying out of desparation. I almost can't even recognise him. He is so given up.

I couldn't help but grin and then take as much as I could in my mouth, although tears were forming in my eyes and I will choke after a while.

He hissed.

Then I started going at my pace at first, more swiftly. I took a look at his face.

He is so sweaty from the head to the upper body, his hair is all messy, such a look of desparation and neediness. I felt my pussy throbbing and soaking from this view alone.

"Please, Y/N.- he cried out.- How much more do you need me to beg you? I need you!" He sounded so helpless.

Okay. Mission is accomplished. I think he learned his lesson.

I did a few more ups and downs and there we go. His dick exploded in my mouth like those hard candies with a liquid filling. In this case, a very, very hard big ass candy with extra, extra filling.

This mixed with his grunts is a whole another experience.

And I swallowed it all like a champ. Like an athlete swallows his protein shake right after workout.

I got up in a sitting position. My hair was all messed up and I felt a lil bit of sperm around my mouth and I immediately licked it. My breathing was heavy as well cause god damn, my man's tool is not small. It takes a lot of work.

Problem is I need him inside of me. Now. I am also a needy bitch.

"I had no idea the chief is so needy." I finally spoke with a taunting tone.

Roman was still coming to his senses. I think he doesn't know where he is. Honestly, he looks beautiful. I got close to his face. I slightly fixed his messy hair which got even curlier and placed a kiss on his sweaty forehead.

His breathing calmed down and he opened his eyes. He doesn't look cute now. No. He looks scary even.

My expression suddenly changed and was about to get off him but he caught me and swiftly changed the positions, slamming me onto the bed and now I'm under him.

"Are you done, princess? Are you done playing with your daddy now?" He asked with a low tone yet scolding one. Also the look on his face was very hungry yet frightening. "You think you tired me? No." He shook his head and caught my cheeks with his one hand. "You think you can play with me like a toy and then leave the things like this?" he asked me and shook his head again.

"Spread your legs." He ordered to me but I sat still. I am still shocked by the sudden change in him.

Okay I thought I got him for a minute but I swear to God, that's a beast and I can't tame him for long.

I swallowed loudly.

"Spread your beautiful legs for me." He repeated but it was in a slightly softer tone. I did it this time and he stared down at my pussy.

Roman smirked and licked his lips as if he is ready to devour a delicious meal.

"Look at it. It's crying out for me" He chuckled. "So ready to be eaten up by me" He growled going down on me and then he licked it in a really slow motion then kissed it.

A desperate moan left my mouth.

He suddenly came close to my face.

"You know, I'm a generous tribal chief, Y/N. If I was a brat like you, I would also think of a silly little game but my will to devour every single part of your body is stronger, so I'm not responsible for what it's coming. You brought this upon yourself."

My heart started beating as if it's gonna jump out of my body and I felt new juices forming in my core.

"Don't give me this scared look now." Roman smiled running his thumb over my chin. "There is nothing to be scared of. Daddy just wants his princess to acknowledge him and to make her feel good. Do I want too much?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"N-no." I stuttered.

He started kissing me. We exchanged some passionate, tongue kisses then he went down on me again.

I was making fun of him earlier that I can make him cum fast but same thing goes for me, I fear. And he is going slow, still. Enjoying every bit of my womanhood.

"Please, faster". I said through my heavy breaths, feeling the sweat forming on my forehead.

Not only he didn't go faster, he stopped, looked at me with this devilish look he always does before he came up with something mischievous, which typically doesn't end well.

"Now when you order your favorite meal, do you eat it at one go or you take your time to enjoy it?" Is he eating me out or we are having a discourse lecture?

"I eat everything in a blink of an eye and you damn know it." I replied with annoyance.

"Well, I'm the opposite type, so please, after the hell you just put me through, I deserve to enjoy my meal...slowly." He said and went back to his doing.

A helpless moan escaped my lips.

Why is he like this?

The leisure motions of his tongue were driving my body nuts, just like a time bomb. However time bombs in movies usually have seconds left until they explode but not in my case. I will explode when the tribal chief says so, I fear.

He started placing kisses on it then even slightly sucking on my clit.

"Please." I cried out. Literal tears started forming in my eyes from the frustration and desperation, forming in my whole body. "Please, Roman, faster".

He stopped and looked at me again but he didn't move his face far from my womanhood.

"Funny how the tables have suddenly turned." He literally whispered against my pussy which brought shivers all over it and made me flinch even.

Then he started eating me out fastly, so sudden yet so deeply anticipated by me.

I became a moaning mess again, almost in sync with his motions. I was feeling sweat dripping on my forehead and the tension in my whole body was building up, craving to cum.

I don't need much. I really don't need much. Just a few seconds and I'm gonna-

And there it is. The bomb exploded. I fear that this man may go deaf from my vocal performance tonight.

He placed another few kisses on it and of course, licked me all dry. "There we go, baby." He chuckled and while I was coming back to my senses, until I realize, I got positioned on four legs with Roman behind me and in front of the mirror.

He got inside of me as a thief in a house. However, thiefs get inside in a quiet, cautious way. Roman's stroke wasn't any of that.

Although, I was wide and ready for his dick, I still felt a bit of pain mixed with pleasure and fulfillment because we were both waiting for that exact feeling of our bodies colliding.

Our bodies, so needy of one another, that exact drug-like feeling which you can never get enough of.

The room got filled with my moans and his grunts.

"I want you to take a good look at the mirror, princess, and see, how good daddy makes you feel. Take a look at this hot view". He said through his heavy breaths yet he still sounded so dominant.

The view is really out of this world. We look like a hot mess.

"Same goes for you, bae". I smirked and then whimpered from his strokes which were gradually becoming faster and faster. "I want you to see that no other woman will fit you as I do"

"When did I say this?" he asked through his teeth and the strokes became so deep that I almost felt his dick up in my stomach, which of course, led my breath to choke and tears form in my eyes. "Huh, tell me babygirl". Roman insisted while not slowing at all. His expression was so angry but I know he is having the time of his life.

"Never but-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence because my body reached yet another orgasm and I felt that warm feeling of his sperm filling my insides.

We both came in unison. Roman let out some moans of conquerness. He finally got what he wanted.

My moans were frail...shaky. I feel like I got no more voice to let out and will go mute if he continues to fuck me sensless.

He grabbed me and slammed my back on the bed while him being over me.

Eye to eye.

"Sorry, babygirl, so rude of me to interrupt you. What were you saying?" Roman smirked. That damn smirk which never fails to drive me crazy.

"I-" and I was interrupted again by his dick getting inside of me but this time it was in a slower motion.

"I deeply apologize once again" He emphasized on "deeply" as he went deeper. "You were saying"

"Huh?" I had no idea what he is talking at this point. Roman let out one of his deep chuckles. "I asked you when did I say that another woman can fit me"- he repeated his question.

"You did not say it with words but-" He started going faster but not too fast. However it was enough for me to cut my breaths.

"Use your words, Y/N" He is enjoying this way too much. "You were very talkative while you were explaining the rules of your game. What happened now, huh?" He was talking with this victorious tone...he knows he took the control once again.

"You said it with action" My voice was all raspy and I tried to sound clear but the situation wasn't allowing me at all, so I sounded more like a powerless human being.

"I see" he went fast once again. I digged my nails into his sweaty, half tatooed back. It will probably leave red marks but he just loves this shit.

Then he attacked my lips in a deep, passionate kiss but there was a nuance of anger. Our tongues were in a battle, exchanging moans and grunts.

I felt that I'm gonna pass out really, really soon due to the fact that I was seeing stars with my eyes closed.

"Look at me, Y/N" Roman stopped kissing me and I tried to open my eyes. That damn man still looks fresh as hell like he can go for few hours yet I probably look like I'm gonna leave this world sooner than you think. "You think I'd do that for another woman, huh?"

"No." I officially lost my voice because I barely said this.

The moment we reached our climax, I was letting out mute moans. Yes, MUTE MOANS. There was literally no voice and no power left in me. I feel all numb and powerless.

"Good". Roman spoke through his heavy breaths. After he fully nutted in me for the second time, he got out of me.

Then I felt him laying a kiss on my sweaty forehead.

"I love you and you only, Y/N. I said with words and actions"

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That smile, those hips, mom on the hit list And the perfect nickname too: sweetie pie. ...he is exactly where he needs to be for life!

He’s gonna be a great girlfriend in prison and he’s got the hips to match.

But seriously I feel so bad for his mom. But if he committed the crime (which as it was proven by the court he did) he deserves to be lock up. God Bless Ms Robbie. Tim wash that stupid smile off your face. You are Guilty.

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'Sweetie Pie's' Star Tim Norman Sentenced To Life For Murder

Throw Away The Key! Sinister ‘Sweetie Pie’s’ Slayer Tim Norman Sentenced To Life In Prison For Nephew’s Murder-For-Hire

Posted on March 3, 2023 - Bylexdirects

Murder-for-hire mastermind Tim Norman will spend the rest of his life behind bars for killing his own nephew in a conspiracy that rocked the Sweetie Pie’s empire.

Source: MADISON COUNTY, MISSISSIPPI DETENTION CENTER / Official Mugshot

Last September, the former star of Welcome to Sweetie Pie’s was convicted of orchestrating the murder of his nephew Andre Montgomery Jr. A federal jury found Norman guilty of conspiracy to commit murder-for-hire, murder-for-hire, and conspiracy to commit mail and wire fraud.

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According to PEOPLE, Norman was sentenced to life in prison for arranging the fellow shooting and a scheme to collect almost half a million dollars in life insurance.

Tim Norman Received Two Life Sentences For “Cold-Blooded Execution” Of His Nephew

U.S. District Judge John A. Ross gave Norman two life sentences for “a cold-blooded, incredibly premeditated, planned execution of your nephew.”

Tim Norman sought to make $450,000 by having his nephew, Andre Montgomery, killed. Instead, he was caught and will spend the rest of his life in prison. Although Andre’s family was robbed of their loved one, hopefully this result will provide some measure of peace and justice for them,” said U.S. Attorney Sayler A. Fleming in a press release.

Fans of the Sweetie Pie’s show will remember the aftermath of Andre’s tragic death playing out on the OWN program. The pain was unbearable for Norman’s mother, Sweetie Pie’s founder Robbie Montgomery, who lost Norman’s father and brother (Andre’s father) to violence. Now Ms. Robbie has lost another son and 21-year-old grandson to greed in this 2016 shooting.

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Norman didn’t speak on his behalf at the sentencing hearing, but his attorneys submitted letters from family and friends requesting leniency. Despite the damning evidence against Norman, Ms. Robbie pleaded for her last surviving son.

“I don’t know whether Tim did what he was accused and convicted of. He is still the baby that I bore, and I love him as every mother involved loves their child,” Ms. Robbie wrote in her letter.

Since his arrest in 2020, Norman maintained his innocence in the heinous crime. He even Norman blamed “corrupt cops” for arresting him in retaliation for Black Lives Matter protests. Although the 43-year-old didn’t pull the trigger, he pulled all the strings to kill his nephew and collect a huge payday from the family tragedy.

Tim Norman portrayed one image to the public, but there were more sinister intentions lurking underneath. And the measure of someone’s character is what they do when they think no one is watching. When he thought no one was watching, he planned the execution of his nephew and carried it out, ” said Assistant U.S. Attorney Angie Danis at the sentencing hearing.

Tim Norman Still Takes No Accountability Despite Co-Conspirators’ Confessions

Travell Anthony Hill plead guilty to shooting Andre for $5,000 and received a 32-year sentence. Terica Taneisha Ellis was sentenced to three years in prison after admitting Norman paid her $10,000 to lure Montgomery to Hill. Insurance agent Waiel “Wally” Rebhi Yaghnam got a three-year sentence for helping Norman apply and file claims for multiple fraudulent life insurance policies on Montgomery.

“Five families, especially that of the victim, are suffering and irreparably harmed as a result of Norman’s plot to have his own nephew murdered,” said Special Agent in Charge Jay Greenberg of the FBI. “At least all his co-conspirators have accepted responsibility. To this day, Norman hasn’t accepted responsibility despite the fact 12 jurors unanimously convicted him after seeing and hearing seven days of evidence in trial.”

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Last week, Norman used the same excuses debunked by the evidence and confessions from his co-conspirators.

Thank you for all the prayers. I’m still in disbelief. The feds know 100% I did not do those insurance policies. But the jury didn’t get to hear that. And not one person got on the stand and said that I told them to hurt my nephew. They destroyed my name and image so you guys wouldn’t search for the truth,” he wrote on Instagram.

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They about to make him the prison chef and have them hips out with him wearing just an apron 😂😂 #TimNorman

#Sometimes its your own folks💔.#Charles is lucky to be alive.#Janae and Jennifer literally dodged a bullet.#Praying🙏🏾for Miss Robbie.#SweetiePies #TimNorman #Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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And we were so quick to dismiss Jennifer when she took out the restraining order on him 💁🏾‍♂️🙄

Never doubt a Cassandra

Cassandra: black womenfolk

#Tim Norman #baby baring hips #Other inmates will be singing to him ‘Legs and Hips and Body Body Body’ 🤣#He deserves everything he gets and more #I feel bad for his mom and Jennifer Williams #She literally dodged a bullet #She warned yall about that big hipped man #But of course nobody gives a f about black women until ish hits the fan #And guess what it did #What a greedy cold blooded son of a biiiiiiitch #Instagram #A special place in hell for him #tim norman #Still wild to see his mom say she’s sticking beside him 😖🤢#I still feel heartbroken for her #I hope he and those bell pepper arms and baby bearing hips have a nice time in prison! 🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿🖕🏿#big wide hipped dummy #He’s going to hell #what a fucking bitch #whats wrong with us #love of money is the root of all evil #the prisoners are going to use him up #if you know what I mean

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Request - Mikey’s Girl

request: Basically reader used to be a stripper for one of the haitanis clubs, since she was foreign she used to make a lot of money. Mikey falls in love with her after a vip lap dance and become obsessed. She becomes his girlfriend and the two are so touchy feely. Especially after he finds out she’s pregnant

Warnings: female reader!!, curse words, reader is a stripper in this one, unprotected sex, timeskip! Mikey x reader, Mikey is a little obsessed hehe, reader is preggers. every character is of age

Word Count: 1,5k

A/N: sorry for posting this soo late aghh!!! I was kinda stressed with work and stuff.. Anyways, I hope yall like this, let me know! Requests are still open, so let me know if yall want something special!

You were standing in front of the huge mirror, looking at yourself nervously. Fuck, how did you even get here? Where did it all go wrong? Your body was clad in nothing but a cute little set of lingerie that you’d normally never even think about wearing. Well, here you were, standing in your changing room, waiting for your client to arrive so you could give him a lap dance.

You had heard from the other girls that he was a bad guy. An asshole, but he paid well. He was dangerous, so much you knew, which made you even more nervous if even possible. Somewhere you had heard his name. was it the news? You didn’t remember.

Flinching as soon as the door opened you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that it was one of your friends, Hina. “Come on Y/N, its time for you to go in.” she gave you one last reassuring smile before she led you through the load club, all the way back to the VIP lounges.

Suddenly, she came to a halt. “Don’t worry too much. Just do what you always do.” She said before the door slowly opened for you to see a man sitting on the big leather couch. You could only see the back of his head, but from what you saw, you could tell that he was handsome.

Thank god, you thought, not some stinky old fuck. You took one last big breath before you entered the small room. You were going to do your best and make so much money, that’s all, that’s what you told yourself in your head. But as soon as you stood in front of him all of those thoughts flew out the window. Holy fuck, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

Slowly looking up at you, he gave you a small smile. Did he look tired or was that just the light of this room? You didn’t know, and it didn’t matter because he gave you one slight hand movement to tell you to come closer.

As prettily as possible you made your way towards him, coming to a stop right in front of his knees. You leaned down slightly, ready to listen to what he had to say. But he didn’t say anything, instead he just looked you up and down, almost hungrily. Your cheeks became a soft pink when you saw his sight travel downwards.

When you heard someone whistle slightly behind you, you stood up properly and were greeted with the sight of your boss. The Ran Haitani. A good guy, just a little too flirty at times. “I see you already met my Pearl, Mikey?” he said to which he got a low hum from the man in front of you. Shit, you wanted the man to call you his pearl, not your boss.

“I hope our little princess here behaves and shows my beloved boss a good time, huh?” he said, looking at you expectantly. You nodded, sending the man, ,Mikey’, a small smile, almost innocent. Mikey gave the Haitani a look, making him leave the room with a joyous smile on his lips.

You heard the music turn on slowly, fuck yes, that was one of your favorite songs to perform to. Slowly, you started to move our hips sensually, following the beat. Mikey leaned back, clearly enjoying the view of this absolutely gorgeous woman dancing just for him. Something in him sparked, something dark, dangerous. He just had to have you. You had to be his, he would make sure of that, no matter what the cost might be.

That was three years ago. Crazy, isn’t it? Thinking how you used to dance for the man in front of you right now. The man crying silent tears as you show him the positive test in your hands. How could this all happen? Was all you could think about. You were so lucky, so fucking lucky to have danced for him years ago.

“I’m so proud of you, Baby. I’ll protect you and our Baby with all I have, I promise.” He whispered against your temple, kissing it softly. He took your face between his slightly cold hands, caressing it softly. “You’re all I need in this whole wide world.” Always speaking quietly, so his men couldn’t hear you two from the room beside the kitchen. You didn’t plan to tell him during one of his meetings, but you just panicked and ran to him.

Ran into his arms, his warmth, the comfort he gave only to you. You were his precious girl, his biggest gift. He was protective of you, pretty much from the start, never letting anyone touch you or dare come too close, he’d fucking kill them. And he had done so on more than one occasion, but you didn’t have to know that, right? He held you for a couple more minutes, whispering about his love for you, kissing you sweetly, leaving the trace of his never ending love on your skin.

A couple of months into your pregnancy, now a bump clearly showing, you panted slightly as you walked up the last few stairs to the bedroom. “Babe! Where are you?!” you said, looking around confused as to where your man could be. He should be home by now, shouldn’t he?

A small noise caught your attention, coming from your bedroom. The hairs on your neck immediately stood up. He wouldn’t do that to you.. or would he? You were starting to sweat slightly coming closer to the door as the sounds got louder, unmistakably Mikeys moans. You gritted your teeth and ripped the door open, ready to get your heart broken and world crashed.

But what you found was rather… inviting. He laid on the bed, in all his glory, slightly sweaty. His head was lolled to the back, a clear sign of him nearing his high, and he was whimpering your name again and again. Heat shot through you immediately. He was masturbating, to you.

“W-Why are you still s-standing there? Hnng, H-Help me, please” he groaned as he looked at you, or more like stared. You made your way towards him, ironically thinking of the time you danced for him for the first time. “Need help, Handsome?” you asked while smirking.

Not wanting you to play around any longer he softly laid you down next to him. “Tell me if anything’s uncomfortable, okay Princess?” he breathed against your ear, making you nod. Your clothes were fast gone, Mikey leaving kisses on your body wherever he could.

As soon as you had gotten pregnant it was like a flip had switched in his head. He became even more protective, not leaving you alone these past few months. And if even possible, he became hornier, by a fucking lot. You didn’t know if it was your swelling breasts, your full hips carrying his child or the cute bump.

“Need you so bad Baby, fuck, couldn’t wait anymore.” He groaned as soon as his hard cock slid through your already wet slit, making you moan loudly. “I-I’m here now Baby, please, need it.” You whimpered, making him get behind you and slowly enter your tight hole. Holy shit, he thought, you were so tight and so so -warm-.

You let out a strangled moan as he started moving his hips, careful not to hurt you in any way. He himself started kissing down your neck, panting softly against your skin as he began building a fast rhythm for you. You were already on cloud nine, clawing at his arm that was draped over your stomach, his thumb and forefinger rollinger your nipples slightly.

“F-fuck..” you heard his broken moans, he was getting close again. “G-gonna make you such a beautiful mommy, shit. Gon’ be s’good for me, yeah?” he huffed against your ear, fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t think properly anymore, any thoughts long gone from your brain, only incoherent babblings of how good he was fucking you leaving your lips.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” He growled, punctuating every word with a thrust right against the spongy little spot inside of you. You screamed his name with all you had and finally let the orgasm wash over your body, letting you shake and let out broken moans of his name and profanities. A few thrusts later, he was letting his head fall back, moaning almost animalistically as he painted your insides white.

Huffing, he slowly let go of you to stand up and get some towels for you. “You okay Princess?” he grunted with a slightly gruff voice as soon as he was back, starting to softly and carefully clean you. You hummed in his direction, letting your spent body relax. “Y-Yes, thank you Manjiro.” You softly whispered, making him try to hide the furious blush starting to spread on his face and neck from hearing his name roll of your tongue so softly.

Yeah, he was down hard for you.

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I'm Not Leaving 'Til You Leave First Part One

Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc) mentions of Nick Ruffilo/Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: oral sex, P in V sex, fingering, slight pain play, some spanking, choking, unprotected sex. little angst. noah's got big feelings and he doesn't wanna think about them

Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. This is fiction yall. It's not real. But if that squicks ya, hit the back button.

Summary: Noah's POV from For These Empty Nights through I'd Trade The World For Your City Lights Part One

Part of the PolyVerse // MasterList

Noah doesn't know what he's doing with her. All he knows is he can't get her out of his fucking head. It's been months since they saw each other, since Nick dangled Holly in front of him until he couldn't stop himself; just had to have a taste of her. He's thought of that night so many times, has got himself off to the memory of it more than he wants to admit. It doesn't help that they communicate almost constantly; texts here, a phone call there. He's learned so much about her in the last few months and he doesn't want to stop.

She's started dating, and he really tries not to think about the stab in his chest when she tells him. Why Nick started dating someone else instead of locking things down with Holly, he'll never know. He saw how Nick looked at her. But if the man wants to live in denial, so be it. He can't help but be a little gleeful when he's the one she asks to get her out of the first date, and one after that… and the one after that. There's something there between the two of them, he's sure of it, but he doesn't know if they'll ever get the chance to see what it is.

“You know, we're only a couple hours away tomorrow… there's a spot for you on the list if you want it."

There's a laugh from the other side of the line.

"Why, Noah Davis, are you telling me you want to see me?"

"And if I am?"

"You got a deal… because I might want to see you too."

He laughs when she tells him not to let it go to his head, but really, he’s pleased as punch that she said yes.

It takes all Noah has to make it through the sound check with his wits intact the next day. As soon as it's done, he's slipping out of the venue and into her car. They barely make it to her room, and even then; it feels like he's got her on the edge of the bed and he's on his knees before the door is even closed. Her pants are off and her legs are around his shoulders as he eats her out like it's the last thing he'll get to do. If she didn’t seem to feel the same, his enthusiasm to get his mouth on her would be embarrassing, but she chokes out his name at the first touch of his tongue against her, writhes against his mouth when he brings two fingers into it, breaching her easily.

He can't help but take his mouth off her to watch, just for a second. There's a blush rising on her cheeks, her eyes shut tight while she pushes her bra down to tweak her nipples as her hips roll in time with his fingers. It almost hurts to break the spell, to look away from her face, but the taste of her as she cums on his tongue and fingers more than makes up for it. He gets her through the comedown before rising to kiss the breath from her lungs, letting her taste herself when he licks into her mouth. There's not enough time for anything else, but Noah doesn’t mind. He’s been thinking about getting his mouth on her for months now.

She’s tense as they drive back to the venue. There’s something bugging her, he can tell; it's in the nervous energy that seems to have overtaken her, the way her fingers drum on the steering wheel at every red light. He's pretty sure it's because of Nick, since his friend didn’t know Holly was coming until he himself said something. There was a stunned, almost hurt look on his face; one that creeps back on to his friends' features when he and Holly walk in. Noah observes as she greets everyone, saving Nick for last. There’s an aloof air to her, as if she’s trying to keep her distance, but it quickly fades when Nick speaks. He doesn’t know what the other man says, but whatever it is has her softening and opening her arms for him.

He fucks her roughly after the gig, one hand buried in her hair, the other on her waist, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise as he takes her from behind. She tightens around him so hard when she cums, moans buried in the sheets, Noah thinks he sees stars. It doesn't take long after that for him to follow her, sucking a mark into the skin of her shoulder as he releases into her. He pushes down the way his heart kicks in his chest when she lets him be the big spoon afterwards, letting him thread their fingers together to rest in front of her as they fall asleep.

Noah wakes in the morning to fingers skimming along his chest, working a path downwards. Her voice is still soft with sleep when she whispers, "Is this okay?" Her fingers skirt closer and closer to where he wants her touch before pulling back, chuckling when he takes her hand and places it near the base of his cock.

"It's absolutely okay," his words cut off when she leans down, taking him into her mouth. It's a quick movement, just enough to get him wet before she straddles his thighs. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he holds himself steady so she can sink down onto him. Noah can hear the breath catch in her throat when he bottoms out, and he watches her eyes close as she circles her hips. Feeling entranced, he watches her move, head falling back to the pillow when she plants her hands on his chest, lifting her hips as she rides him.

One of his hands travels up and down her thigh, reveling in the feel of her skin under his while the other holds her at the waist. His eyes zero in on the finger shaped bruises he must have left last night and when he presses his thumb into one of the dark spots, she hisses, her inner muscles clenching around him. Noah thinks she might like a bit of pain, with the way she moans when he does it again. It's information he files away, possibly to be explored at a later time and he understands now why Nick keeps hooking up with her when he's not seeing someone; if Noah had the time, he'd keep her in bed as long as possible, find all the ways he could make her gasp and moan.

But they don't have that kind of time, so he plants his feet, giving himself leverage to lift his hips to meet every downstroke of hers. She cums with a gasp when he brings his thumb to rub her clit, tightening around him to trigger his own climax. Her hair falls in a curtain around them as she rests her forehead against his, their breath mingling together as they come down. Both of them gasp when she grinds against him one last time before lifting off him to collapse at his side. He waits until his breath is fully under control before turning to face her. "That was a nice way to wake up.”

"Yes it was," she says as she stretches, and he can't help but lightly pinch one of her nipples when it makes its way into his eye line. Holly sucks in a breath, huffing a laugh when she pushes his hand away. There's a blush forming on her cheeks when she speaks, propping herself on an elbow to look at him. "How would you feel about grabbing some breakfast with me this morning?”

That she wants to spend more time with him stirs something in his chest and Noah can feel himself smile when he replies, "I think I could make room for breakfast… could even invite Nick. I'm sure he'd like to spend some time with you." Which might have been the wrong thing to say as he watches her face fall at the mention of their friend. "Or not… Did something happen between you two?"

He's curious, especially when her face shutters closed, whatever emotion she’s feeling hidden from him. "Nothing happened," is all he gets, but her voice waivers.

"You sure? Because it seemed like he didn't know you were coming. He actually seemed pretty surprised when I told him."

Her eyes narrow when she looks at him, a hard edge in her voice, "I'm sure. There's nothing going on… I don't need to tell him everything I do."

And wow, he knew she was a spitfire, but if this is a taste of her anger, he never wants to be caught in it. His hands go up in mock surrender. "Okay… okay. I'll drop it. So breakfast?"

They make a plan to meet in the lobby after they both clean up and he takes the time to text Nick when she slips into the bathroom. It's funny how Nick says almost the same thing as Holly when he asks—nothing's going on. It's bullshit and they all know it, but Noah seems to be the only one willing to call them out on it. As he passes Nick in the hallway after saying goodbye to Holly, he wills him to fix it.

Relief washes over Noah when he exits the elevator into the lobby 20 minutes later and Nick is with Holly. He takes a minute to observe them before interrupting; Noah doesn't know what they talked about, but it seems to have smoothed things between them. He watches Nick laugh at something she says and watches him pull her body into his as she joins in. As happy as he is that things seem to be okay between them again, he's wondering when the other shoe is going to drop. How long is it going to take them to realize how much they want each other, and they're just wasting time looking for it in other people? He tries not to think about how long he has with her until then, putting a smile on his face as he makes his presence known.

He’s falling for her. Much more than he expected was possible when they decided they wanted to keep hooking up when they could. It's not just the sex, although that is more than enough to keep him coming back to her. It's how she catches him off guard from time to time, keeps him on his toes with some of the shit that comes out of her mouth. Noah knew she had a wicked sense of humor, but it's nothing compared to the whole of her.

<Noah> So. Should I tell them to put you on the list tonight?

<Holly> Hmmm.. Idk.

I might be busy this evening.

<Noah> Busy, huh?

<Holly> Yup.

<Noah> Too busy for me and Nick?

<Holly> For all you know, I could have a date tonight.

His heart drops into his stomach at that last message. She’s said nothing about seeing anyone else lately. And yeah, he knows they're not actually together… but still.

<Noah> A date?

<Holly> Just kidding.

I am, in fact, getting ready to hit the road.

<Noah> You're a little shit, you know that?

<Holly> That I am.

What are ya gonna do about it?

Spank me?

<Noah> Holly.

<Holly> Noah.

<Noah> Don't tempt me.

I just might take you up on that offer, paint that pretty ass of yours red.

<Holly> … You should.

I'm into that shit.

Christ. This girl.

They have limited time, Noah knows now. It's not obvious, unless you know what to look for, and he does. Nick gravitates towards her when she gets to town early and meets up with them at the rig. He knows Nick's girl is coming tonight, yet he's only got eyes for Holly. It’s not like Noah can blame him, because he knows he does too. But later, as he pulls Holly toward her car, he looks over his shoulder, watching Nick's girlfriend approach and all he can think is they might have less time than he thought.

Noah has her as much as he can in the few hours they have before she has to drive home. He takes her apart with his tongue as soon as he gets her into the room he's got for the night; her pants cast off to the side, back shoved against the door, hips grinding against his face as she finds her pleasure. She cums with a gasp, her slick wetting his mouth, dripping onto his chin, and fuck, if she's not the best thing he's ever tasted. He presses kisses to the skin of one of her thighs, his thumbs rubbing comfortingly in the creases of her hips as she comes down.

Her hands pat his shoulders, tugging the fabric of his shirt, "Hey, come up here," he goes willingly, letting her pull his mouth to hers. Fire heating in his gut when her tongue slides into his mouth, and he can’t wait any longer; he needs to be inside her, needs to bury himself so deep that she'll still feel him for days after.

It's little work to shove his shorts and underwear and down before grabbing the back of her thighs, “C’mere Holls.”

She jumps up, wrapping her thighs around his waist, letting him press her back against the door. They both gasp when he breaches her, the head of his cock splitting her open, and Noah has to close his eyes at the feel of her around him as he sheaths himself in her warmth. She’s so wet around him, so soft. His forehead falls to rest against hers as he tries to gather his wits before it turns embarrassing. Holly offers no help. Instead, her hips roll against his, searching for more. “Noah, please--,” her breath moves across his face as he plants his feet, rolling his hips back before rocking forward, causing her to suck in a sharp breath when he bottoms out, inner muscles squeezing his shaft.

Fuck. He can’t help but pick up a sharp, rough rhythm, one that seems to press her harder into the door with every thrust. Holly gives as good as she gets, driving him closer to the edge when her hands bury themselves in his hair, fingers tightening on the short strands, hips rolling up into his as much as they can with their position. The heat in his gut is spreading, and it's only a matter of time before it spills over. “Holly,” he gasps, “Holls,” he tries again. “Touch yourself, please. Need you to cum again.”

One hand removes itself from his hair, fingers coming to rub at her clit and she whimpers, tightening around him. Using the grip on his hair, she brings his mouth back to hers, letting him swallow her cry as she falls apart around him. His grip tightens on her thighs, fingers digging into soft skin and he fucks into her once, twice more before his vision whites out. He groans into her mouth as he spills into her, hips jerking with the force of his release.

Breathless, they pull apart, his head coming to rest against her shoulder while her fingers play with his hair. Once he feels his breathing return to something resembling normal, he pulls her away from the door. She squeals, arms coming around his neck, pussy clenching around his sensitive cock where he’s still buried in her. It's a miracle he makes it to the bed without dropping her, although he stumbles right before they get there, both of them laughing as the bed catches their fall. His heart swells at the sight of her under him against the sheets, mouth curved in a smile.

There’s finger-shaped bruises already forming on her thighs when he rolls to his back, pulling one of them across his body while her hands trace the planes of his chest through his shirt. He just had her, but he can’t keep his hands to himself, doesn’t want to. His hand skims up and down her thigh, fingers tracing over the blemishes he’s left. She shudders when he applies pressure and he can’t help but ask, “You like it a little rough, don’t you?”

Holly’s hands still from their perusal of his chest, a blush forming on her cheeks when she looks up at him, “Not all the time,” she remarks. “But sometimes it’s nice to have a reminder of this, after you’ve left.”

The feeling in his chest is back, the one Noah tries so desperately to ignore most of the time. He clears his throat, hoping to loosen its hold before asking, “And the comment about me spanking you?” He lets his hand travel all the way to her backside, fingers drumming against her ass. The smile that forms on her face is almost shy, even as she pushes back into his hand.

“I meant that too.” She remarks, eyes sliding closed when he caresses the skin with purpose, hissing when his touch wanders close to her center. “I understand if you’re not into it, it's not a deal breaker.”

Noah can’t help but smirk at that because, fuck, this girl, “Now, I seem to recall saying that I would paint this pretty ass of yours red if I needed to.” She hisses when he lets his fingers brush across her folds before making their path back up. He’s pulling his hand back, bringing it swiftly down to smack against her before he even has time to really think about it. Gasping, her eyes pop open and she eyes him with disbelief, whimpering when he kneads the sensitive patch of skin. “One of these times, we’ll see just how much you can take, huh,” he whispers, “But for now, I wanna see if I can get you to cum again.” Pushing her onto her back, he opens her to his gaze, fingers tracing an invisible pattern up her inner thigh, working their way to her cunt.

Two fingers enter her easily, her hips raising to chase them when he pulls back, and she cries out when they plunge back into her heat at the same time he brings his free hand down to smack at her thigh. He can feel her getting wetter around his fingers, even more so when he curls them, stroking a spot behind her clit that has her crying out for him. She rides his fingers, keeping time with the rhythm he’s set and he knows she’s close, just needs an extra push. His thumb runs across her lips, and her mouth opens for it easily, sucking on the digit as it strokes along her tongue. Pulling it free, he brings it to her clit, rubbing circles over the bundle of nerves; he feels it when she cums, cunt spasming around his fingers, her slick dripping a path from his hand to land on the duvet beneath them. Her mouth falls open and he can’t stop himself, dipping his head down to kiss her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and despite the orgasm working through her, she sucks on it without his prompting.

She pulls back from his mouth to suck in a breath, and all he can think as he takes in her flushed face and heaving chest is that Holly is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Noah’s hard again and he has to have her, just one more time, before she leaves. “Can you go again?” He asks, his hand cupping her face, thumb stroking her cheek. His blood turns hot when she nods, the word please falling from her lips like a plea. Spreading her thighs a little more, he settles between them, tugging off his shirt and pulling her up to do the same to hers. Pushing down the cups of her bra, he ducks his head, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his fingers twist and pinch the other.

His teeth scrape along her nipple when he pulls his mouth from her, rising to get a look at her while he takes himself in hand, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit before letting it dip down to her opening. He gives her no warning before he pushes in, burying himself to the hilt in one go, watching how her eyes widen just a fraction at the stretch. Pulling his hips back, his eyes catch on where they’re joined, and he watches as his cock slides out of her, shiny with her essence, before he rolls his hips forward, filling her completely again. Noah has discovered she likes deep, full thrusts, and that's exactly what he gives her. His attention’s pulled from where they're joined when she whimpers his name. "What is Holly? What do you need?"

He cups her cheek briefly, hand sliding down to her throat when she grabs his wrist. "Is this what you want?" Heat grows in his gut when Holly nods, a yes leaving her mouth in a quiet whisper while she bares the expanse of her throat to his hand. She grows wetter around him as his grip tightens, the clench of her pussy making him groan. Noah watches her face once he knows he's restricted her air, looking for any signs of discomfort, but there are none. Just a look of what he could almost call bliss and while her mouth falls open in search of air, she doesn’t fight it. When his other hand pinches her nipple again, rolling it between his fingers as he lets go of her throat, she cums. Noah groans, reveling in the feel of her coming undone as air floods her lungs. He brings his face in close, pressing a kiss to the edge of her mouth before covering it with his, letting her swallow the grunt that bursts forth when he spills into her.

Noah's reluctant to leave her warmth, and Holly seems to feel the same with the way she follows him when he pulls out, fitting into his side as he rolls to his back. He doesn't know how long they lay like that, nestled together, legs tangled on top of the hotel sheets. All he knows is that it doesn't feel like enough when her alarm goes off, signaling the end of their time together. Noah watches as she goes around the room, collecting her clothing before disappearing into the bathroom. He dislikes the weight that’s sinking into his chest when he thinks of however much time it's going to be until he can see her again.

When she comes back to the main part of the room, she's wearing his shirt, and by the look on her face, he knows he's not getting it back soon. Although she's not a small woman, the shirt nearly swims on her frame. "I'm taking this with me," she quips, a satisfied smirk growing on her face. "You can get it back the next time we see each other."

Noah can't help but laugh. "Already coming up with a way to see me again, huh?" Standing from the bed, he grips part of his shirt, using it to pull her closer to him. "You know," he says, moving to cup her face, so he can tilt it up to his, "you could have just said so, no plan needed."

The smirk is still there, but it seems softer, somehow. "I know, but this way is more fun. Besides, I might even send you a picture of two… just so you know the shirt is being looked after."

God. This girl.

"Now that you mention it, I do like this shirt, I'm going to need plenty of reassurances that it's being taken care of." Noah can't help but kiss her, mouth slotting over hers while he tries to hold in the feeling blooming inside. Later, as he watches her go, he really hopes this isn't the last time they're together like this.

He can't help the dread that makes itself known at the base of his spine when Nick shows up, fresh from a breakup and needy. This side of Nick is always fun, the more desperate version of his friend who, most of the time, seems so composed. And Noah can’t help but tease him a little, use the thought of Holly to drive him over the edge.

He means what he says, though. Holly isn't his girlfriend, and he's not jealous… not really. But if he's honest, Noah doesn't quite know where this leaves him.

Part Two

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Chapter two

Summary: How many men will it take to save you? To be honest, you've gotten pretty used to saving yourself. Even though you're far from a delicate thing, Los Angeles is a dangerous place you can't seem to escape no matter how hard you try. The top 7 members of Bangtan should never have crossed your path, but they soon find they'd do just about anything to help you escape your past and make it safe for you to stay. But will you?

Genre: mafia au, poly ot7, angst, some smut, honestly a lot more fluff than i expected, POC reader/oc

A/n: reminders, in this chapter you'll see more of the specific body traits that have to do with Val's past. Also, remember that she's mexican. When she yells at him in Spanish he doesn't exactly understand, but he knows she's mad lol

Warnings: angst, feelings of abandonment, a little bit of panic/ptsd/dissociating. there is SMUT up in here yall. Specific acts: oral (both), fingering, squirting, protected sex, val has a big clit 🤷🏻‍♀️

WC: 5.6K

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For weeks, everything between you and Taehyung progressed like a dream, though it wasn't always smooth sailing. You dreaded him discovering any of your secrets, so for the sake of self preservation you did your best to hide them even from yourself, pushing dark memories of your past to the very back of your mind and buying into your own lies.

You were so worried about him discovering your secrets you never stopped to consider what he might not be telling you. Instead, you let yourself be swept up in a romance more fun and free than anything you'd ever felt before. Hot California days passed with Taehyung and they felt just like young love.

Taehyung discovered your passionate side, picking fights that devolved into shouting matches when he wouldn't give you exactly what you wanted or when his eyes strayed to another woman. Usually it was you shouting, in Spanish, and him responding in Korean when you frustrated him until he stopped the fight by kissing you. It was always easy to forgive your spats, a little because you didn't understand any harsh words that may have been said in the heat of the moment, but more because neither of you were never that upset in the first place. More than anything he liked to rile you up and cause enough friction to get a fire going.

So of course a fight was how you ended up having sex for the first time.

It wasn't how Taehyung wanted things to go at all. He'd been trying very hard to control himself and respect your boundaries, but it was taking everything he had. So sometimes he would purposefully look away from you when he felt at the end of his rope. And because he was still a man, maybe sometimes his eyes wandered in directions they shouldn't when he wasn't looking at you.

When Tae had nights off while you were working, he would come into your bar and post up right where he could keep an eye on you and everyone else who found their way in. It was a proper neighborhood dive bar and most of the customers were locals, regulars who knew you and whose habits you had learned in the two years you'd worked there.

A couple of times Jimin came in with him, but he was mostly there to flirt with Mariana. Once, Jungkook came in to speak to him there. He only stayed for one beer and you kept your distance as they talked in hushed voices.

The day it happened you were wearing a push up bra that made your tits look perfect, peeking out of the low cut white tank top with the Little Bar logo screen printed on front. He could see your bra through the shirt too, the way it stretched over your ample breasts and clung to your small waist. And your tiny shorts that hung low on your hips and just barely covered your ass weren't helping either. He tried not to fixate on your body, but it was damn near impossible when you looked like that. He couldn't take his eyes off the thickness of your toned thighs or your perfectly round ass. Without his permission, his pants would tighten as his thoughts ran away, and he'd have to take a drink and turn his attention elsewhere.

It just so happened that on one round of this cycle a group of college girls walked in. It wasn't common but it did happen every once and a while. Some tourists would visit Koreatown and look for a convenient place to drink. Taehyung wasn't even looking that intently—not the way he stared at and thought of you—but maybe one of the girls had a very nice ass, and the man wasn't blind. And maybe he shouldn't have stared as long as he did. But he looked long enough for you to catch him and follow his line of sight to exactly what he was watching. Just as he looked back in your direction, you threw the towel in your hand at his face and scoffed before you turned on your heel and walked into the kitchen.

Taehyung didn't hesitate to get off his stool and follow you through the swinging door.

"You can't be back here!" You yelled at him when he came in.

"Val, don't overreact," Tae tried to temper you with his hands outstretched.

You puffed out your chest angrily and snapped back at him in Spanish the way you always did when you got angry.

" Véte, cabrón," you shouted, smacking his arm. " Get out, you fucking asshole! Go talking to your fucking whore, you son of a bitch!"

"Val! Goddammit, Val. Stop!" Taehyung responded, trying to block your attacks. "I wasn't looking at her!"

" Don't lie to my fucking face! "

"Okay, okay! I looked! But it didn't mean anything baby, I swear! I was trying not to look at you. Running around with your goddamn tits out like a fucking whore. Do you know how fucking crazy you make me?"

It was suddenly very silent in the kitchen. There were only two men working in the kitchen tonight, but their hands had stopped their tasks as their eyes fixed on the two of you. You growled, gripping the front of Taehyung's shirt and dragging him into the store room.

"Don't you dare call me a fucking whore when you haven't even fucked me yet, pendejo ," you snarled when you released him, pushing him away from you.

"Do you think I don't want to?!" He shouted back.

"Do you?!"

"Are you insane? I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you in the club three weeks ago!" His voice bounced off the walls of the small room and then it went utterly silent.

"Really?" You asked in a small voice that sounded almost flattered.

Taehyung smiled and approached you, cupping your face in his hands. "Yes, you lunatic. It's practically impossible to think of anything else. But I've been a fucking saint," he sighed as he pushed his forehead against yours. You reached up on your toes to kiss him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"You don't have to be," you whispered against his lips.

"I can wait…for you, I can wait until you're ready," he promised.

You shook your head. "I'm ready! I want you to fuck me." You knit your fingers into his hair and pushed him back against the shelves with your body as you kissed him.

Taehyung's hand traveled the curve of your back down to your ass, fisting your infuriating cut-off denim shorts before he brought one hand down on a perfectly plump cheek. "Fuck," he hissed. He lifted you up underneath your ass to set you on a table that was shoved into the corner of the storage room and his hands tangled into your hair, manipulating the angle of your head. Your kisses were sloppy and reckless, all teeth and tongues. After a hazy minute Taehyung pulled your head away from his with a tug of your hair.

"Wait."

You let out a whine, but he chuckled and kissed your forehead with his wet lips. "I would love to fuck you in this closet while your coworkers listen to you scream my name, but not for the first time. I've been waiting because I want it to be right. Your first time doesn't have to be perfect or romantic. But it should at least be private, and I should take my time with you." He spoke gently to you, the way that always made you feel like he was so genuine, like he couldn't possibly lie to you.

You groaned. You almost decided to tell him that, no, you weren't a virgin and nice as it sounded that he wanted to take care of you, you would also like him to rail you right here and now, in this closet, where your coworkers could hear. You sighed as he pressed another kiss to your forehead. "Fine."

He chuckled. "You're off in two hours, and then we can go to your place. Mariana is closing, right? So we can have a few hours of privacy."

"Fine," you repeated. You wanted to ask him to take you to his place, but he had been secretive about it and you didn't want to push your luck.

Really, that should have been a red flag. He'd been cagey about certain details of his life, like what he did and where he lived. But you were having so much fun with him and you didn't want to ruin it. Taehyung made you feel like a completely different person from who you really were. Being with him was like living someone else's life, and sometimes you just wanted to be able to live it a little longer.

The truth was that you had been wanting to sleep with Taehyung for a long time. You weren't the shy virgin he thought you were. You were just afraid of the literal scars of your past coming to light and changing the way he saw you, maybe even stopping him from falling in love with you. Because you were pretty sure this was what falling in love was like and you were doing it together, but who could love you, the real you? But now your reasons were going out the window. You just wanted him too bad, needed him and needed to know he wanted you just as much, because if he didn't there was no point in maintaining the lie.

Taehyung placed a long, closed-mouth kiss on your pouting lips before he attempted to straighten out your hair with his nimble fingers. "Just a couple more hours, and then I'll show you that you're the only woman I want, okay?"

"Okay," you mumbled and smoothed the front of his shirt with your palms before you got off the table. Tae couldn't resist giving your ass one last smack before you left the closet. The kitchen was still relatively silent as you both walked through. You went back to where you had been cleaning before and Taehyung went back to his seat. Mariana raised her eyebrows at you, but you only rolled your eyes.

The remaining minutes of your shift seemed to drag by at half speed, purposefully torturing you. But eventually it did end, and you couldn't get out of there quick enough after hinting to Mariana not to rush home. Tae offered you his hand for the walk home, and you practically dragged him the whole way, unable to make your feet move fast enough.

Taehyung had been in your apartment a couple of times, but never for very long. If you'd thought he would be coming over tonight, you would have cleaned, but judging by the way he couldn't take his eyes off you, he couldn't possibly care less.

You turned on the lamp by your bed—a twin size mattress and box spring on the floor, shoved into the corner of the room—and moved some clothes off of it into a pile on the floor. Embarrassment percolated in your belly at the poor conditions of your room, but Taehyung could see you drifting away and he pulled you back, grabbing you by the elbow and bringing you against his chest. His hands wrapped around the small of your back to press you close to him as he bent to capture your lips in a kiss, wanting to drive all your worries away. When he pulled away his eyes roamed over your face.

"I don't know if I've told you enough how beautiful you are." His eyes were dark and soft when they connected with yours.

"Mm, I don't get tired of hearing it," you grinned.

"You're perfect. Couldn't want anyone but you," he whispered.

You pulled him down by the shoulders into another kiss. Your hands slid across his chest to the buttons of his shirt and began to undo them, pushing his shirt off and into the floor. You greedily felt your way along his skin, touching each of the muscles in his chest before you pulled out of the kiss to look at him. He wasn't built but he was firm and slim and you brought your mouth to his collarbone, laying kisses all over the expanse of his chest. When his fingers caught the hem of your shirt and began to lift it you froze and pulled away several inches.

"Can you leave it on? Do you mind?" You looked up pleadingly into his eyes, finding confusion and disappointment.

"You won't let me see you?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. Please?" You couldn't explain to him why but you just didn't want him to see. He pouted, but nodded.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, baby," he agreed and kissed your forehead.

You slipped your hands up the back of your shirt and unhooked your bra, pulling it out of your shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Tae licked his lips when he saw your perky nipples poking at your shirt, but he didn't move, so you took his hand and lifted it to your breast. He squeezed and rubbed his hand over your swollen bud.

"Fuck," he breathed. "They're so firm. Are they-"

"Fake?" You said shyly, dropping your eyes. "Yeah."

Taehyung drew in a breath. "W-" but whatever question he was going to ask, he let it die on his lips. He placed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a sweet kiss. "Perfect," he whispered.

You smiled a little against his lips, and your fingers sought the button on his pants. You were so eager to feel him, to please him. Need filled your chest, not for your pleasure, but to make him satisfied with you, to make him happy. So you felt a little hurt when he grabbed your wrists.

"Slow down, baby," he cautioned you. You almost whined. "I want to make you feel good right now, okay? Worry about me later."

He took your silence as an agreement and released your wrists so he could unbutton and remove your shorts. He pushed them over your ass and let them pool around your ankles. His hands grabbed greedily at your cheeks as he lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist, finally at the perfect height for kissing him deeply. Taehyung carried you to the bed and knelt down, laying you on your back. When he pulled back, you stretched out to turn off the lamp, and he had to hold back a sigh as he realized you were intent on not letting him look at you. Disappointment became a lump in his throat, but he did his best to swallow it down, still happy that you were here with him, even if it felt like you didn't trust him quite enough.

"Are you sure you're ready?" He had to ask before going on.

You nodded, but he could barely make out the movement. "I am. I promise. I'm just shy."

"It's okay, baby. I got you. I'll make you feel good." Tae slid his hands up your thighs and wrapped his fingers around what little fabric there was of your underwear, dragging it slowly down toward your ankles while he kissed the available skin on your chest. His fingers dragged against your skin as he sought out your heat, building your anticipation with deliberately slow and soft touches. You squirmed beneath him. He smiled against your collar bone when he found your folds, puffy and soaked from the hours since your fight. You were more than wet enough for him, but he would need to prep you if he didn't want you to hurt too badly taking his cock. He rubbed his fingers from your dripping hole up your lips, spreading your juices, and you hissed when the pads of his fingers made contact with your enlarged clit.

"Sensitive?" You hummed in response. "Good. Can I make you cum over and over?"

"Fuck. Please," you whined as he circled your bud with only a teasing light touch.

"Such a sweet girl for me," he praised, running his fingers back down to touch at your entrance. He touched just as lightly at the edge of your hole and your legs tried to contract around him. "Gonna let me taste you, beautiful?"

"Yes," you answered breathlessly.

He pushed one of his long fingers into your tight cunt, only to the first knuckle, and swallowed your whimper with an appreciative kiss. Then he lowered himself down to your core. Spreading your lips open with his thumbs, Tae drove tongue first into your entrance before licking a bold stripe up to your clit.

"Delicious, baby," he grinned with a smack of his lips. Warmth filled your chest as he put his mouth to you again. He took several licks of your sweet juices, only making your pussy wetter with his saliva. Then his tongue focused properly on your clit. He slid one finger into your eager cunt as his tongue swirled slowly around your large nub. You held your breath to keep from crying out, but that didn't please him.

"Let me hear you, gorgeous," he said, breath fanning over your pussy.

"Fuck, Tae," you whined and fisted your fingers into his hair. "Feels so good."

"That's a good girl," he smiled before diving back into you.

Your head swam as he coaxed you easily higher with each touch. He pushed in another thin, long finger and used them to probe inside you for that sweet spot that would make you shake. He pressed into the rough patch gently when he reached it, making your walls clench around his fingers. No one had ever touched you like this before, like you were something to be explored and pleasured. It made your stomach tight, and no matter how hard you tried to hold back, your orgasm broke through without permission. You whined and tried to push away from him.

"Sorry." Your fingers released their hold on him.

He chuckled. "Don't ever apologize for letting me make you cum." He gripped the tops of your thighs and pulled you back down. "But I'm not done with you yet. Not even close." You whimpered, barely verbal as your thoughts floated around. "Gonna make you cum again, baby. And you need to take another finger if you're gonna think about taking my dick. Can you do that, gorgeous?"

Honestly you weren't sure, and you shook from the way his fingers were touching your sensitive skin, but you were determined. "I can take it," you assured him.

"Good girl. Lay back." You hadn't noticed how you'd tensed up, shoulders up to your ears and arms curled in. You forced yourself to relax against the bed as Taehyung pressed three fingers to your tight hole. You hadn't felt much more than a slight pressure earlier but you could feel a painful stretch now. You sucked in a breath as he went deeper and he rewarded you with kisses to your thigh. "You're doing so well, baby. Taking my fingers so well. Such a perfect pussy for me, sucking my fingers in. You feel okay, baby?"

Talking you through it made you relax more and the initial pain subsided as he slipped his fingers in and out of you. "Feel so good, Tae," you replied hazily.

"Good, baby. You feel so good to me. Love this big, pretty clit and your tight cunt. You're gonna fit so well around me, gorgeous."

Your hips bucked at his words, pushing him in further, down to his knuckles. "Mhm, there you go," he grinned and licked at your clit again. He sucked it into his mouth again and massaged with his tongue, drawing out whines and moans from your chest. His fingers curled into your g-spot, making them stretch you out further. Losing himself to the pleasure of feeling you, his movement grew quicker until he felt your walls begin to clench around him. He sucked harder on your clit and came off it with a pop when your orgasm broke like a damn, juices squirting from your pussy down his hand and drooping over his wrist.

"Holy fuck," he gasped.

"I-" you panicked. You had no idea what to say. That had never happened to you before. Would he be disgusted? You'd made such a mess.

"That was so fucking hot." His smile stretched from ear to ear, and you could hear it even if you couldn't see it. "I've never made a girl squirt before. Did you know you could do that?" He sounded so excited it made you giggle.

"No."

"Good. I'm glad I got to do it first. You're fucking incredible."

If he could see your face he'd see you turn a dark, rusty brown, but he made you feel good nonetheless. Taehyung licked from his wrist up to the tips of his fingers. He shifted to be level with you and pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

"You taste so fucking good, baby. You know what you taste like?" He lowered his mouth to your ear and nibbled on the lobe as you moaned a question around his fingers while you sucked them. "You taste like mine," he whispered.

The possessiveness in his tone made you tense for a second, but the tender way he kissed your neck melted you again as you licked his hand clean. "Wanna taste you, too," you moaned as he sucked on a spot on your neck.

Taehyung thought about it as he continued sucking marks into your neck. He wanted so desperately to be inside of you, but after the way you cleaned his fingers, it couldn't hurt to see what your mouth felt like on his cock too.

"You want my cock in your pretty mouth, baby?"

"Please?" You begged. Taehyung pulled away and brushed your hair back.

"Of course you can, sweet girl," he cooed. He got off the bed and quickly removed his pants. Making you cum and especially getting your juices all over him had made Tae almost painfully hard, and his dick sprang eagerly from his boxers when he pushed them to the floor. He stroked himself as he stood beside the bed and you moved to sit on the edge. He carded his fingers through your hair affectionately, arriving at the nape of your neck. He held you tight by the hair as you opened your mouth and he guided it gently to his cock.

Clearly, Taehyung thought he was going to have to teach you how to give head, believing you were naive and inexperienced. Luckily for him, sucking cock was something you were rather familiar with. You pushed his hand away from his shaft, replacing it with your own and giving him a soft squeeze as you kitten licked his head. You understood now why he was set on prepping you. His cock was long and thick, veins winding deliciously around his shaft. You licked one with the tip of your tongue, from the base back up to the tip, and he shivered. He let out a strangled moan when you finally took him into your mouth, lips wrapped around his pretty head, sucking gently. Your tongue swirled slowly around him before you went deeper, hand stroking up to meet your mouth before sliding back down. Taehyung's eyes rolled back in his head. Bit by bit you worked him deeper into your mouth, until he went into your throat, almost but not quite all of him in your mouth. You pulled off with a loud wet sound and gasped for breath.

"Fuck. Someone's been keeping secrets, hm?" Tae looked down at you with intoxicated eyes. "Maybe you're not the good girl I thought you were."

Your eyes softened, widening as you looked up at his face. "I'm good," you promised before putting his cock back in your mouth.

"Fuck. Okay, you are," he agreed as you took him deep, though not quite as deep so you could hollow your cheeks and set a steady pace. He wasn't shy with his moans or his praise. They fell from his lips freely as you lavished him with licks and touches, and a good amount of saliva, until he twitched in your mouth and pushed you away. You came away with strings of drool still connecting you.

"Good, baby. So good. But I'm not gonna cum in your mouth…yet." He kissed you and leaned you back against the sheets. Then he turned to retrieve a condom. He opened the package quickly and rolled it over his throbbing member, twitching with anticipation of being inside of your warm, wet cunt. Taehyung joined you on the bed, making a space for himself between your legs.

He leaned over to kiss you, rubbing his thumb across your cheekbone. "Tell me if I hurt you, alright? I'll slow down, or we can stop. I want you to feel good," he told you, making your chest swell and heat pool in your lower belly.

You nodded and Taehyung rubbed his cock along your slit, covering both of you with your slick. He aligned himself at your pink hole and pushed in slowly, letting out a low groan as your walls accepted him snugly. You took him little by little while he peppered your face and neck with kisses, careful not to go too fast or too deep. When he was buried completely inside of you, he waited for some kind of sign.

"I'm okay," you told him softly, a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth before you rocked your hips lightly into his, encouraging him to move.

Taehyung covered your mouth with his as he moved slowly in and out of you. He didn't really start to put any energy behind his trusts until he felt you truly relax into the mattress. Still, he controlled himself, enjoying the feel of you around him too much to rush to the conclusion.

"Taking my cock so well," he mumbled against the skin of your chest.

And you were. You'd never felt so stretched and full before, but neither had you felt so care for and adored as by him. He allowed more of his weight onto you, pressing his hips down onto yours and giving you just enough contact with your clit to build up the pressure in your core. You pulled his mouth back to yours as you rose toward your climax.

"Gonna cum again," you whined.

Taehyung grunted, speeding up to chase his high and pushing you over the edge. He followed moments later, spilling into the condom. He gave you slow, full strokes to ease you down until he was completely spent and let himself collapse on top of you for a moment. When he caught his breath, he kissed the side of your face and pulled away, leaving you suddenly empty.

"BRB, baby," he huffed before he carried himself off to the bathroom to clean up. He came back a minute later to find you laying in bed with your eyes closed. Your mind was peacefully blank for the moment. If you weren't careful you would fall asleep. But feeling Taehyung's weight dip into the bed kept you in the moment. He got his body behind you, spooning you closely, as if the small bed left you any other choice. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight, as if you were a pillow.

"Are you okay? You feel okay?" He checked.

"I'm good, Tae. I feel great." It was a little bit of a lie. Without the pleasure of him inside you, you were already starting to feel the soreness both inside and outside of you. But it didn't matter. You were happy.

"Good." He smiled against your shoulder and placed kisses there, rubbing his face against the fabric of your shirt. He ran his hand down your side, resting it at your hip. His thumb slipped under the thin fabric, smoothing over a bumpy scar on your right love handle.

"Are they scars?" He whispered into the darkness.

Your breath caught in your throat. It couldn't have been that hard to figure out. He'd felt some of them before when you were making out, but he never said anything. You didn't say anything now. Just gulped and nodded.

"What happened?"

You hated it. Everything had been so lovely, and now you had to tell him a lie. You'd thought about it, in case he ever asked. "Car crash. There was lots of glass."

You weren't sure if he believed you or not. He hummed in your ear.

"It's okay. It's just skin. It doesn't change anything."

Of course it was easier to boil the pain written across your back into one tragic moment that was out of your control instead of explaining the whole traumatic history it told. One that would surely make him hate you or leave in disgust. You couldn’t find anything to love in something so hideous. It would kill any bit of beauty he saw in you, and how could he love something that wasn't beautiful? To you, Taehyung was the epitome of beauty and of goodness. All the men you'd known before were evil and they wore it in their faces, too. As soon as he understood what kind of darkness made you up, Taehyung would see it in you, too. And you weren't ready to lose that.

"Not ready. Not yet." You mumbled into your pillow.

"That's okay, baby," he assured you and nuzzled the back of your neck. He started to settle and you thought maybe you would both fall asleep wrapped up in his warmth, until his phone buzzed. It had been buzzing earlier but neither of you had noticed in the heat of the moment.

"Shit," he groaned as he crawled over you to find it. He sat on the edge of the bed as he dug it out of his pants. You could see Jimin's name and face on the screen before he answered it. The man on the other end spoke loudly and angrily through the speaker, making Taehyung hold it away from his ear. He responded something in Korean you didn't understand either and then a different male spoke long and clearly frustrated. Taehyung sighed and said something else before he hung up. He turned to see you watching him and he looked at you with sorry eyes.

"I have to go."

You sat up, pulling your knees to your chest to cover yourself and make your body small as he stood from the bed.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, but didn't give you any further explanation as he shuffled back into his clothes. You didn't know how to respond, so you only stayed quiet. Now would be a great moment for one of your tirades, a fight to keep his attention on you and keep him from leaving, but you couldn't do it. For all you knew it would only push him out the door faster. He'd already got what he came for and he was ready to go. That thought entered your mind faster than you could've imagined. Your breath felt shallow as your eyes grew heavy and wet, but you wouldn't cry right now. Never in front of him. You knew better than that.

When he was fully dressed, Taehyung kissed you quickly on the lips. "I'll call you," he said as he walked to the door. "Make sure you lock up."

The door opened and closed behind him, but you stayed frozen for another thirty seconds before you got off the bed and went to lock the door, turning the dead bolt frantically. You pulled your fingers through your hair, tugging harshly on the long stands as tears rimmed your eyes. The shower. You had to get to the shower so you could cry and wash all the pain and filth away. It was the only way.

You turned on the water, not bothering to wait for it to warm up before you stood under the stream. Your frenzied hands lathered up the soap and scrubbed every inch of your body. After a few rounds you weren't ready to leave the safety of the shower yet. You just crumpled to the floor and let the water take away your tears as old thoughts creeped into your mind, scratching at the edges of your present. You bit into your knees to hold back the sobs and when that didn't work you covered them with your hand. You didn't have words for the feeling of emptiness that hollowed you out, nothing but strained sobs to express the pain of being used and discarded once again.

You sat in the shower long past when the water ran cold and your body shivered. You couldn't move until you heard Mariana's voice from the other side of the door.

"You better not be fucking in the shower."

Your head snapped up as you slammed back into your body. You shut off the water and wrapped yourself in a towel before opening the door. Your roommate opened her mouth to make another comment, but stopped short when she saw you dripping wet and shaking like a leaf.

"What-?"

"He's gone," you mumbled as you walked over to your small dresser.

"He dined and dashed?"

You flinched at her verbiage, that she said it so flippantly when it felt like the end of the world for you. You said nothing.

"Val, I'm so sorry," she said more softly when she saw how much it was really affecting you. She went to the bathroom to get a second towel while you changed and then helped you dry your hair before getting you under your blankets. She would have understood if you cried, and she could see you already had, but the vacant look in your eyes was much more troubling.

"He's not worth it, you know?" She said at last, but when you didn't respond she got up and went to her room, hoping you would sleep.

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Reminder

Dave East x Black!Reader

Prompt: Dave needs a reminder on who he's dating

Warnings: Smut, cussing, happy ending, alcohol usage, smoking,

Your POV

"Nah cuz yo ass must be forgetting who you fuckin' wit' cuz I ain't the one nigga" I gritted as Dave and I argued

He rolled his eyes before scoffing "Man stay yo ass here ain't nobody finna beg yo ass" he said waving his hand before leaving my room

"FUCK YOU DAVE. DON'T EVEN COME BACK" I yelled

"BET" He yelled back before slamming the door

"So I need to be out the house later tonight or..." my sister questioned leaning against my doorframe

I rolled my eyes and ignored her "I'll be out for a couple of hours. You wanna come?" I said making her nod before running off

I walked into the bathroom and got dressed before taking my hair out of my bonnet. I decided just to have a bare face with some lip gloss.

I grabbed my purse and my keys with my phone "You ready lil girl" I said hearing a tiny scoff from her

I looked down the hall and smirked "Trying to be just like me" I said seeing she was in the same dress but it was black

"Shut up hoe" she said as we walked down the stairs

We walked out and I rolled my eyes at the 'Discrete' paparazzi van "Where we going" she said as we got into the car

"I'm going to my nail lady and going shopping" I said wiggling my eyebrows making her giggle

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East POV

"Bruh you bout dumb ass hell" my boy Jackson commented as we counted racks in the back of the club

I rolled my eyes and hit the blunt before passing it to him "Bruh how the hell is it my fault" I said making him chuckle

"You came in there woke her up and asked her if she wanted to tag along." he said making me shrug and nod

He shook his head "Yall been together for what 2 1/2 years and you treated like she was some bitch off the street. Nah big dawg I would've been pissed off too" he said shrugging his shoulders as he got up

"But my wifey callin' so I gotta bounce g" he said dapping me up

"Alright, I'll catch you later. You going to that party tonight" I said making him nod

"Yeah after I put in some work" he said winking

I shook my head as he walked out "Horny ass nigga" I muttered as I counted the last of the cash

"AYO-" I cut myself off as I saw it was my girl

"Ayo what nigga I own half of this shit so pipe the fuck down" she said rolling her eyes

I nodded and finished what I had to do "Ma I'm sorry" I rasped as I wrapped my arms around her from the back

She didn't respond but I quickly became angry as she took out three hefty stacks of cash "Y/n what have I told you about sellin' alone" I said trying to control my anger

She scoffed and turned around before looking up at me and pointed her acrylic at me "You must've forgotten I ain't no bitch you got off the street nigga. I dealin' shit before you came around and we built this shit together so stop actin like we didn't" she gritted before roughly pushing me back

I bit my lip and gripped her forearm before pulling her into my chest "Let me the fuck- mmmm" I smashed our lips together cutting her off

I ran my hands down her curvy body before landing my hand on her thighs. I lifted her up on the desk making her gasp against my lips. We nastily made out as her hands fumbled with my belt and I pulled up her dress.

I disconnected our lips and slowly inserted all of my inches into her "Fuck" she sighed as her head fell back

I bit my lip as I gripped her hips "This pussy is so good ma" I muttered as I saw her slick juice cover my dick

"Mhm" she hummed

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Your POV

"He's gonna kill you" my best friend chuckled

I shrugged as I slipped on my shoes "He can kiss my ass tonight" I said making her laugh

Your outfit

"Both of yall so fucking petty" she laughed

I nodded with a laugh "And what about it" I said making both of us laugh harder

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East POV

"I know she not bein' for real right now" I said as I saw y/n walk in lookin' good as hell

She looked around the club until her eyes landed on me. She smirked and looked me over "Fuck" she mouthed

I brought my drink up to my lips and took a sip before turning away from her "Let's smoke nigga" I announced

A few hours later

"Bruh I done already told you I got a girl so back the fuck off damn" I groaned as this white girl kept following me around while feeling me up

"Come on daddy I bet- SHIT" She screamed as she was suddenly pulled to the ground

"This what we doin' nigga" she said looking at me with an arched eyebrow

I shook my head "Bae it's not even like that I swear she been following me" I said making her hum

She let the girl go and gripped my arm "Babe talk to me" I groaned

She didn't say anything as we got to the car. I opened the door for her making her shake her head and open the back seat door "Get in" she said

I closed the passenger door and eyed her as I got in the backseat. She slammed the door and climbed on top making my hands immediately go to her fat ass "Babe-"

!SMACK!

"I didn't ask you to talk did I" she said

I chuckled "I know you did not just fuckin' slap me y/n" I said making her laugh as she unbuckled my jeans

Ske kept eye contact with me as she pulled out my, for now, soft dick "It looks like I need to Remind you who this dick belongs to again" she husked

Boom dick hard as steel.

I just bit my lip in response as I watched her spit in her hand before wrapping it around my dick "Fuck" I groaned softly as I laid my head back on the seat

She twisted and pulled at my dick before completely pulling away "Bruh wtf" I groaned but quickly shut up once I saw her lean over my lap and put her hair in a ponytail

She looked up at me as she teasingly ran her tongue over my tip "Babe" I groaned as she slapped it against her tongue

"Hmm" she hummed before taking my lip into her mouth making me buck my hips

"Shit" I planted one hand on her ass

She giggled before taking my whole length without a problem. My eyes rolled back as she bobbed her head up and down at a fast pace "Oooh fuck" I moaned

She tapped my thigh making me look down at her with teary eyes. We kept intense eye contact as she lifted her mouth off of me "You gon nut daddy" she asked innocently as she jacked me off with both of her hands

My mouth dropped and I nodded "Fuck" I groaned as she latched her mouth onto my tip and sucked harshly

I squeezed her ass and my legs shook slightly as I came in her mouth earning a moan from her "Oh shit" I sighed as I lightly twitched

I heard her giggle "I'm not done" she said making my head snap to her

"Babe...." I trailed off as she took off her dress leaving her butt ass naked

Thank the heavens for tinted windows and that we're in a closed-off area

"Mmm" she hummed with a smirk as she climbed on my lap

I smashed our lips together earning a moan from her "Take it off" she muttered

I pulled back and ripped off my shirt "God damn" she said as her acrylic nails raked down my chest to my stomach

She lifted herself up before lining me up and lowering herself all the way down "So big" she breathed

I gripped her ass before smacking both cheeks "Ride it" I demanded making her laugh before wrapping her hand around my neck

"You not in charge nigga" she said grinding on me

I closed my eyes exhaling "You mad" she teased

I opened my eyes and quickly flipped us so she was under me "You play too fuckin' much" I gritted as I took off my pants and boxer with my sneakers

"Mhm you the one flirtin' with bitches" she said making me roll my eyes

I gripped her hips and pushed my full length into her making her back arch off of the seat "Why would I be flirtin' when I got you" I grunted as I slowly thrust into her

She moaned in response and threw her head back "You better not be nigga" she gritted as her nails raked down my back

I shook my head with a chuckle "How you still tryin' to talk when I'm deep in yo guts huh" I husked as I sped my hips up

Her mouth dropped in a silent scream as her eyes rolled back "DAVE" She screamed

I bit my lip and slid my thumb into her mouth before bringing it down to her clit rubbing it roughly "OOOH SHIIIIT" She screamed as I roughly hit her g-spot

"Cum on I feel you ma. Cum on your dick" I cooed as I planted light kisses on her slightly wet neck

She thrashed against the seat as her nails dug into my back "FUUUCK" she creamed around my dick making me moan

I sat on my knees and put her legs on my shoulders "Grind on it" I husked as I kissed her legs and feet

She did as I said and clenched around me "Baby" I moaned as I felt my stomach tighten

"Cum in yo pussy daddy" she whimpered as she played with her clit

I lightly bit her leg as my eyes rolled back "Fuck" I grunted as I came inside of her

"Oooh fuck" she whimpered at the feeling

I slowly pulled out and bit my lip at the sight of my cum oozing out of her "Take me home" she moaned as she played with her clit

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Next Morning

Your POV

I woke up sore as fuck "Fuck" I groaned quietly as the sun shined through the open window

Ahh we fucked against there I thought to myself

I looked over and saw dave knocked out with heavy snores leaving his mouth making me smirk "Put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil" I muttered to myself

I shook my head at myself and slowly got out of bed "Big ass dick for no reason" I said wobbling to the bathroom

I took a shower and did my morning routine before wrapping myself in a robe and heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen and started on some breakfast.

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I jumped slightly as I felt strong arms wrap around my waist "I'm sorry" I bit my lip at the sound of Dave's morning voice and his minty breath

"Nah cuz what the fuck been up with you" I sighed making his grip tighten on me

"You remember that truck that went missing a couple of weeks ago" he questioned making me nod "We found some footage of your step sister taking it" he said softly rubbing my stomach

I gripped the plate and felt my eye twitch before relaxing as he planted kisses on neck "Stop hidin' shit please" I sighed and I felt him frown into my neck before nodding

"I promise" he whispered

"Now let's eat" I said

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