“You kinda sound like Roman.”

summary: jimmy’s still a confused slut pt. ii.

warnings: explicit sexual content, infidelity, rough sex, fingering, breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, gaslighting/emotional manipulation, voyeurism, powerplay, orgasm denial. MDNI!!!

word count: 21k+.

authors note: i couldn’t deny us a part two of no control. i just felt like it was so necessary.

the hotel keyholders — @spiicii , @chocobuttabaybee , @fearlesschimera , @uceyliyahh.

There was something about a man telling you “know your place” when he clearly didn’t know his, that grinded your gears. Was he thinking about his place when he was sitting between your legs busting nuts to the sound of your moans and watching you play with yourself? What about when his wife was hanging off of his arm, doting on him like the picture-perfect man he wanted to be? Was he thinking about knowing his place when he left you and went back home to her, hoping and praying that he didn’t reek of your perfume?

Men loved to preach about loyalty until temptation knocked at their door, and then all that ‘discipline’ they were bragging about before went straight out the window.  He couldn’t even look you in the eye when he said it — “know your place,” — because deep down, he knew the only role you played was the one he created. But, you couldn’t deny that it left you stunned. A laugh of disbelief left your lips as you sat back on the couch, alone with your thoughts and regrets. 

The irony of the whole situation was that you never asked him to choose. You didn’t need him to. You were just tired of the performance, tired of him acting like he was above certain things when every night together was proof that he wasn’t. If anything, he was beneath you. Sweating. Begging. Gasping your name in ways his wife would never hear. It was amusing how he really thought he could have both worlds without consequence. 

That was weeks ago. Since then, you’d been dubbing him. Ignoring the late-night calls, the texts, all of it—unless it had something to do with work specifically. He’d send messages that sat unread while your phone stayed on DND. The only time he got through was the office line, and even then, your tone gave straight to the point; businesslike. 

You’d started talking to someone else in the weeks that had passed. He was nothing like Jimmy, but he was sweet and made you smile. He was safer than Jimmy was. He was the option that didn’t have you wondering if his wife looked at you like she wanted to laser beam your head off your shoulders when she saw you, because he had no attachments. If you wanted him, he was all yours. But you were taking it slow, and he respected that. You planned to leave early today, your purse already on top of your desk, while you laughed with another wrestler’s assistant. “Mm… I’m supposed to meet him after I leave today, but I’m exhausted. You gonna judge me if I tell you that he wore my ass out last night?” You both giggled, and in the same moment, Jimmy rounded the corner. His face blank and hard to read as he stared at you. You wondered how much of the conversation he’d heard. “He looks so damn good…” You said to yourself as you swallowed the small lump forming in your throat. He was damn near giving you a death glare as he placed a simple smile on his face. “Good evening, ladies. How are you doing today?” The question spilled from his lips, but his eyes never left yours, and yours didn’t leave his. “Can I speak to you in private for a quick minute?” Jimmy asked you, extending his arm out to motion to the hall that would lead to the entry of the building. “I’ll walk you to your car.” 

Your feet moved without your permission. You silently cursed the trance and hold that Jimmy had on you, still. But still, you moved. Your heart pounding the whole way as you ventured further away from the only person who could keep a tense situation calm. No words left Jimmy’s mouth as he walked beside you, but you were sure he could hear your heart pounding and even see it beating out of your chest. Once you got outside, the wind allowed you to release a deep breath that you didn’t even know you were holding. Your car seemed like it was so far away from you. “What did you want to talk to me about, Mr. Fatu?” The question seemed to fall on deaf ears; he continued walking, face still unreadable. When you finally reached the driver’s side of your car, Jimmy allowed you to open the door and put your bag into the passenger seat. He even let you slip into the comfort of your seat and shut the door behind you. He’d pressed the button to roll the window down all the way and leaned into the car, arms set against the frame. “You comfortable?” He finally spoke, his deep voice making goosebumps spread across your skin, a shiver running through your spine. You nodded your head. His minty breath gracing your lips as your gaze went from his pair to his chocolate orbs. He quickly ran his tongue between his set before speaking again. “I don’t know who the fuck ‘he’ is, but lemme explain somethin’ to you…” Jim cleared his throat, much closer to your face now. “As long as I sign them checks you love so much, you answer when I call or text. I don’t know what game you think this is, but I’m not with all that shit. You understand that?” His brow arched, quizzically. “Jon, I—,” He held up his primary finger, silencing you. “You better be at that hotel tonight.requesting, requesting; it was a demand. Your brows knit together, disbelief painting your profile. A laugh left your lips, a bitter one. “I’m not yours. You’re a married man, Jonathan. I think you need to remember that, always. Because somewhere along the line you’ve convinced yourself that I belong to you.” You blinked. “And clearly, you can’t take what you dish out. Know your place, I think that’d be the best thing for the both of us.” 

With that statement, you put your key in the ignition and started up the car, feeling a sense of self-satisfaction as you’d shut him up. For the first time, you noticed his composure cracked. Evident in the way his jaw flexed and his knuckles tapping against the car door like he was using it as a means of grounding himself so he didn’t grab you. He smirked, let out a menacing chuckle. “Is that right, mama?” Jimmy leaned close to your ear, his voice coming out in a whisper. “Tell me why you shaking then… why you can’t look me in the face without your heart jumpin’ outta your shirt?” 

Your throat tightened because he had a point. You hadn’t noticed the trembling of your hands or how hard your heart was beating. Your body was telling on you in ways your mouth hadn’t. Your throat tightened and almost as if he saw it, his smirk widened. Jimmy knew he had you, he was satisfied. His knuckles rapped against the side of your car once before he pushed off of it and stepped back. “Be at that hotel,” he said again. His tone was much calmer this time, finality in his statement. “You can play wit’ your little boyfriend all you want, but don’t forget who you beg for when the lights are out.” With that, he turned on his heel, leaving you where you sat. 

His words stayed with you long after he vanished from your line of sight and long after you made it home. You had an attitude the whole way, telling yourself over and over you weren’t going to do it. You weren’t going to run behind a married man like you were raised without sense; your mother and grandmother would have some words for you if they knew what you were doing, and you knew that. But it was almost as if you were in autopilot the way your body worked against your better judgement, because in no time you were sitting in the hotel’s lot. You cursed, debating turning around at every red light, thought about calling the sweet man you’d been seeing instead. But instead, you sat there for ten minutes, staring at the glowing windows, while your stomach knotted. 

The walk through the lobby, was a blur; you felt a sense of shame, but you strutted with your head held high. The ride up in the elevator left you with the tacky music and your thoughts. “Fuck…” You uttered as the doors opened and you stepped off. Before you could even reach the room door, it was already flying open, and there stood Jimmy. A faint smirk on his lips, calm, and shirtless. He took a step back to let you in, and against your better judgement, you crossed the threshold and entered the room. 

“Loo—,” Your words were cut off by the feeling of his soft lips against yours. You were taken aback, you barely ever touched each other, let alone kissed. You froze. But his lips were insistent, and your resolve was melting quicker than you wanted to admit. The bag slid from your shoulder with a dull thud on the carpet, absolutely forgotten as your arms wound around his neck. You kissed him back hungrily, desperately—as if you’d been waiting for this and didn’t even know it. He was gentle at first, but that only lasted for a few seconds. He bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp; he used the chance to slide his tongue against yours, pulling you in deeper. One hand cupped your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks as if he was trying to keep you right here. Jimmy was practically devouring your face, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that slipped into his mouth, which he groaned back in response to. He lifted you from the floor with one hand, and your legs wrapped around his waist, his opposing one went to cuff your plump ass. 

When he finally broke the kiss, the both of you were panting. Your lips swollen, and your head was spinning like the floor had tilted beneath you as your feet dropped to the floor while you tried to regain your balance. He didn’t give you time to catch your breath before his mouth was on your throat. Your back slammed lightly against the wall as his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks on you that you knew you’d have to either cover up or explain to someone who noticed them later. His large hands roamed again, one settling on your waist while the other rested on the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him until you could feel how much he wanted you. 

“Jon—” you whimpered, but that only made him bite down harder, pulling a sharp cry from your throat. Before you could gather your thoughts, his arm wrapped around your middle, and he was dragging you toward the bedroom. His lips barely left your skin, teeth grazing, tongue following every step as he backed you through the doorway. The second your legs hit the edge of the bed, he pushed you down onto it. The mattress dipped beneath weight, and he stood over you for a moment with his chest rising and falling, eyeing you like a predator stared down its prey. Then, without a word, he climbed onto the bed, caging you in with his arms as his mouth crashed back onto yours, rougher than before. The kiss was sloppy, suffocating… intoxicating. His tongue danced against yours while his hand slipped beneath your shirt, dragging it up without hesitation. He pulled it off of you, tossing it somewhere on the floor without a second thought. 

You couldn’t stop the whispers of your conscience, but you did shove them down, drowning them out with the heat of the moment. It was long past time for you to enjoy your cake. Even though it wasn’t yours. His hands went to your full breasts, squeezing them through your bra before he unclasped it with practiced ease. You barely had time to breathe before his mouth left yours and staked claim to the soft skin of your chest, his lips wrapped around your nipple, and he groaned softly, the vibration radiating through your chest and making your toes curl. Your fingers brushed against his braids at first, manicured tips threading into them with an occasional tug. Your body betrayed you, arching into his touch, chasing every flick of his tongue. You’d wanted him for so too long, you’d been denied him for too long, and now that you were here, you weren’t pulling back. 

His hands went to your waist, tugging your jeans down with no patience. The denim catching at your wide hips, but he yanked harder, dragging them down until you were kicking them off the bed. Jimmy didn’t stop, your soaked panties were next. He dragged his finger over the wet fabric and shook his head, a chuckle filling the air between you because he couldn’t believe how wet you already were for him. “I thought you said I needed to remember my place,” he muttered, mocking you as he pushed the fabric aside and slid two of his thick fingers inside of you without warning. “Look at you, mama…” He spread your thick thighs wide and began fingering you slowly, his mouth gaped as he watched your slick walls swallow him in and release him with more cream than before over and over and over again. “Foldin’… creamin’...” Your back arched, a shrill cry tearing from your throat as he worked them in and out of you, his mouth crashing into yours as he swallowed down every single sound you made. “It seems like you might remember your place after all, but let me remind you.” He slid both fingers out and brought them to your lips, tapping until you opened and took them onto your tongue. His eyes darkened as he watched you suck them, your own glistening juices coating your supple pair. “Good girl,” he praised, feeding your praise kink. He yanked your panties down the rest of the way and then tossed them aside as he’d done with your bra. 

Without much more time passing, Jimmy had rid himself of his clothes and was now naked. He stood over you, taking in every inch of your naked body as you lay beneath him with your chest heaving up and down. He climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between your thighs, his heavy dick as he grabbed his shaft and aligned himself with your center. His tip dragged through your folds, smearing your wetness and coating his manhood with your cream. Without giving you a second to think, he pushed in—slowly for a moment, only for the first stretch, then deeper until he had filled you with every inch of his thick cock and you let out a gasp that broke into a moan which filled the room. Your hands found his shoulders, clawing at them as you winced in both pleasure and pain. You’d never been with someone as big and thick as Jimmy was; he had you spread open so much that you felt like you were being split. But, fuck, did he feel so fucking good pumping in and out of you. He drove into you harder, setting a pace that practically pulled every ounce of breath from your lungs. 

“Papa—” The word spilled from your mouth, desperate and shaky. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your face before finding your ear and whispering into it. “I run this,” he nipped at your jaw. “Not you. Not your lil’ boyfriend. Me.” Each time he halted, he fed you a deep stroke, each one serving as emphasis to get his point across. You whimpered, trying to grind up into him, but he pushed your hips back down into the mattress with a grip that was meant to keep you pinned. Unable to move, you did what you did best—squeezed your pussy walls tight around him, eliciting a shudder from the man. He looked like a god. And you knew it was blasphemous to say that you would worship him, but he could’ve asked and told you anything the world, and you would’ve believed him and followed instructions without hesitation the way he was filling you. Your sweet spot was tapped every time, and you could feel your body tensing up, an orgasm building as you grabbed your ankles and pulled them upward, giving him more access to your oozing hole. “You feel so fucking good in this pussy, baby. Oh my god.” You moaned aloud. Jimmy grabbed your face and made you look up at him, the sound of your cunt being aired out, and your moans were so loud that you were sure that whoever was in a room close enough, hated you. “Don’t you dare forget that either.” His hand slid from your face to your throat, closing around it tight enough to restrict your breathing, but his thumb pressed against your chin to keep your eyes on him. 

“Look at me, mama.” He instructed teeth gritted as he pounded into you. And you tried, God, you tried. But your lashes fluttered as the pleasure built quickly. “I said look at me while you take this dick.” You knew he felt it in the way that your walls clenched and fluttered around him that you were unraveling. Knew he could see it by the way your chest rose and fell. “Don’t you dare cum until I say you can.” His voice was a growl, a threat, something so dangerous that you whimpered and tried your hardest to hold back. You’d never been denied an orgasm. Was he trying to turn you into a madwoman? Was he trying to turn you into a fucking stalker? Your nails dug into the broad of his back. Jimmy wanted you right here, just like this—trembling, desperate. He held you right there, hips grinding deep and slow, hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. 

“Papa, please,” you choked out, tears brimming your lower lids as you writhed beneath him. “Please, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He said, burying himself to the hilt, grinding against your clit as his free hand slapped at your thigh. “You’ll cum when I let you. Say it.” You let out a sob, your voice breaking. “I’ll cum when you let me.” 

“That’s my good girl.” His hips snapped again and again, harder and faster, to the point where the headboard started to rattle against the wall. His hand left your throat just to slide down and thumb your swollen bud in circles, he circles. He knew the combination would send you into another realm as he overstimulated you. Your moans broke into a scream, your back arching, but Jimmy pinned you down, chest pressing you into the mattress as his thrusts became more animalistic and brutal. “Now.” He snarled into your ear, finally giving you permission, and instantly, the dam broke. 

Your orgasm rippled through you violently and uncontrollably. Your walls clenching around him so tight that he let out a slew of curse words and slammed deep into you one more time, before releasing his heavy load inside at the same time, your honey spilling and squirting out of you as your thighs trembled. “That’s it, mama… That’s it,” he groaned, dragging out your high by giving some more slow strokes as he himself relished in the intensity of the feeling. He grabbed your jaw once more, forcing you to meet his eyes again. “Remember this… because this is your place. Right here. Under me.”

He finally slowed, his chest heaving as he pulled out, your cum coating him. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, thighs still trembling. But his hands were already flipping you onto your side and tugging you up until you were straddling his hips. “C’mon.” He raised a hand and smacked it against your ass cheek hard. He gripped your waist tight, guiding you over him. His dick was already back hard and heavy, standing at full attention and still glistening with your cream. Your body moved on instinct, lowering yourself down inch by inch until the stretch made you moan out. Your nails sinking into his chest. His head tilted back against the pillows, a groan rolling out of him as you bottomed out, fully seated, walls gripping him tight. “Look at you—fuck!” His hands slapped against both cheeks, holding them open while he bucked up into you. 

Unbeknownst to Jimmy, dick riding was your favorite sport. So you planted your palm firmly on his chest, balanced yourself on your feet, and began bouncing on him, your fat ass smacking down against his thighs with every drop. The sound of your wet bodies colliding echoed through the room, mixed with his low grunts and your breathless moans. “Goddamn, mama…” He groaned, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your ass while his head snapped forward to watch the way your walls swallowed him whole. You rode him like you had something to prove — rolling your hips, grinding on his thick length until his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth sank into his lip. He slapped your ass again, timer this time, and you squeezed around him, wanting to milk him of every bit of his seed. You could feel his dick twitching inside you, but you weren’t ready for him to finish just yet. 

You stopped bouncing and twisted in his lap, shifting positions—turning around with your back facing him so that you could ride him in reverse cowgirl. You placed your hands against his thighs and lowered yourself onto him once more, taking him in fully. You could hear him hissing as you leaned forward and began throwing your ass back at him. He now had a full view of your leaking pussy taking him. Each bounce was filthy, exaggerated. Your wetness splattered against his stomach, your walls kissing each vein along his length. He moaned and grabbed handfuls of your ass, spreading you wider and forcing himself further into you until you could’ve sworn he was rearranging your insides. You dropped your head back, a strained cry escaping as he reached around and circled your clit. Your body shook as your second orgasm ripped through you, your slick gushing down his length. The bed frame creaked beneath the rhythm of both your frames rocking, adding to the soundtrack of the both of you that filled the room. 

Pleasure was the reason neither of you noticed the soft knock at the door. Nor the second one, which was louder than the first. Or the sound of footsteps of the person entering the room. 

Jimmy cursed under his breath, holding your hips as his climax tore through him, spilling his nut deep inside you for the second time. His body shaking from overstimulation, his breaths coming out in rough gasps while you still trembled in his lap, both his hands resting on your cheeks as you both took time in silence to regain your composure. Completely unaware that you weren’t alone anymore. 

“Well, well, well…” 

PRETTY BOY

summary: What starts as a brief encounter at a fan event slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Jimmy, who’s used to the spotlight, finds himself drawn to Davina’s quiet confidence and layered softness. And Davina? She’s trying not to lose her damn mind every time he calls her “mama” in that deep voice.

But with cameras, schedules, and whispers from the IWC in the mix, can an introverted good girl really fall for wrestling’s finest Pretty Boy?

warnings contain: Mild age gap, Angst, explicit content

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jimmy Uso x Davina

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

how this title come bout? Got inspired by P1Harmony 🙂‍↕️

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

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me love her downnn 🫶🏽😝

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

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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Davina Dickerson - DeeDee

studying for her master’s in Psychology

shy

smart

soft-spoken

introvert and extrovert by choice

single

Bianca’s best friend

iMessage - DeeDee🫧

Instagram - deedeeluv

“we meet again pretty boy.”

Jonathan Solofa Fatu - Jimmy

professional wrestler

charming

social butterfly

dating Trinity

iMessage - Prettyboy💋

Instagram - jonathanfatu

“you something dangerous mama.”

Bianca Belair - Binky

professional wrestler

understanding

honest

married to Montez Ford

Davina’s best friend

iMessage - Binky🌸

Instagram - biancabelairwwe

“Bestie be careful with them older men girl.”

Danielle Carter - Dani

hairstylist

outspoken

ambitious

loyal

dating someone

iMessage - Dani🦢

Instagram - daniontyablock

“I dare you to tag him in ya instagram story.”

Trinity Fatu - Trin

professional wrestler

toxic

male centered

Possessive

dating Jimmy but it’s on and off

iMessage - Trin🍑

Instagram - trinityfatu

I had to really ponder on this question, because I’ve always loved them (including Trin) all I knew when It came to the twins was the haka’s , the face paint and colorful gear , IYKYK…

I stopped watching in 2014-2015, so coming back to see that the twins were still going strong after 10 years , made the teenager in me excited and happy as hell, cause all I wanted to do was watch them more.

As hard as it is to now watch one half of a tag team I really loved watching, fuck up his legacy and marriage is disheartening as a mf.

So, to answer your question… No, I can’t and WILL not continue to support him.

(Just like the whole entire Roman and Tr*mp shit. I gotta let ‘em go.)

Once I complete these requests , and finish BIT for Jey , I am done .🥹

I was already on the fence about not watching WWE again, because of the whole TKO stuff and crazy ass shit that’s going on with the streaming platforms.

summary: jimmy’s a confused slut, tbh. 

warnings: adult content, mutual masturbation, infidelity, cheating, voyeurism/exhibitionism, dirty talk, teasing/power play, daddy kink, #yearning, #needingdat. MDNI!!!

word count: 2k.

authors note: yall can thank baby for this being the first one. reblogs, comments, likes, & feedback always welcome. ༯

When you and Jimmy started working together, it wasn’t meant to be anything other than that. You needed a job, and he needed an assistant. Small things, really — scheduling interviews and shoots, handling errands, keeping his social media in check. Nothing personal. Nothing that would ever make either of you cross a line… at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself. He adored his wife. Talked about her in damn near everything, and you loved it because you were a fan of them as a couple. He would never do anything to interfere with his marriage.

It started with small moments — catching his gaze when you were in the same room on opposite sides, laughing a little too hard at something that wasn’t even that funny. You told yourself it was nothing, just simple banter because he needed you to feel comfortable in your role. Then one day, Jimmy leaned over your desk, like he always did when he came in. His hand brushed against yours. You froze, heart thudding as you silently told yourself that it was an accident. 

You were used to the faint scent of his cologne lingering after busy days, always after it’d worn down. but this time, it was like he immediately got out of the shower and came straight in. You knew Dove unscented anywhere, you wondered if his dick smelled like that, too. the soap mingled perfectly with the signature Dior Sauvage Elixir that he wore daily. It spilled from his pores, stained his clothes, invaded your space. Far too close. And your chest tightened in a way you weren’t willing to audibly admit. 

You shifted in your seat, trying to create distance between the two of you but he didn’t move. He just stayed there with that smug grin on his face as he leaned in just enough that you could feel the warmth of his body against yours. You could remember his husky voice calling your name, he had to have said it at the very least three times before you snapped back to reality. 

But, that was only the beginning. Every other day there was something else that had you questioning the line you had drawn in your mind — the one that said he was married, this was professional, and nothing would ever cross started to blur. It was clear he felt it too, you saw it in the way he looked at you like he saw everything you were feeling without uttering a single word.

Hence the reason why you both sat in the same infamous luxury hotel room as usual. The game played low in the background, commentators talking over a score that you knew good and well he wasn’t paying any attention to. You could feel his eyes on you as you laid across the other end of the couch comfortably. Without looking up from your phone, your brow arched, fingers flying across the screen as you put a few final things in order for his next upcoming weeks.

“You gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna say something?” You teased, your voice soft. Glancing up, you caught his smirk as he leaned back deeper into his seat. “Ain’t nothin’ to say, mama… I’m jus’ chillin’.” He rasped. But you already knew exactly what was going through his mind, you could probably assume how it was too. You were intentionally swinging your leg, sneaking him glimpses of your freshly sugared mound. His gaze alone was enough to make a shiver run down your spine, enough to cause an eruption between your thighs. You were sure he could see how wet you were, and you loved playing this game — the slow teasing, the power you held in your exhibition.

He had promised himself that he would never touch you. Somehow managing to convince himself that as long as he didn’t, it wasn’t cheating. You knew for a fact that Trinity wouldn’t agree, knew she’d knock his head off of his shoulders if it ever came out and that was the excuse he clung to. 

“Mm, chillin’.” You repeated, setting your phone facedown on the coffee table just a few inches away from you. Your hand slid beneath the hem of your shorts. He watched you move, his pulse spiking and dick jumping beneath the fabric of his gray sweatpants. It was a damn shame that you couldn’t touch or taste him; he had the prettiest dick you had ever laid eyes on and every time you saw it, you wished you could lodged it deep in your throat just once. But Jimmy was strict. No touching. No kissing. Just watching. It wasn’t cheating if there was no contact. That was the lie he needed to believe.

You took your time inching your shorts down your waist and your thick thighs. You bent over, ass facing him as if you actually needed to guide your shorts down to the floor just so he could see your sticky, fat folds from the back before you climbed back on the couch. One leg propped on the back of the couch, the other on the coffee table. You were spread eagle, pretty pussy on full display. You tucked the sofa pillow between your deep arch and the arm of the couch. A soft moan escaped as the cool air brushed across your skin, painting your flesh in goosebumps as you began touching yourself, slowly. You imagined your fingers were his and started at your neck with one hand, while the other slipped under your crop top and gently grasped a handful of your full breast, your thumb rubbed against your erect nipple, pinching and pulling at it like you wished he would. 

Your lips parted, soft whimpers spilling past plumped lips and filling the room. One hand still grasping your neck, the other trailed downward as you opened your eyes and locked with his. “I want to feel you… I need to…” 

He loved to hear you say that to him. You were convinced it stroked his ego and you were a talker, so you fed him every single time. Now, your index and middle fingers were spreading your fat lips open, exposing your throbbing pearl to him. It didn’t take long before you rubbed it slowly, the sensation that filled you was enough to cause your body to jerk. “I want to feel your lips here,” You whispered, clasping your clit between your primary digits. “Look at how wet you have this pretty pussy, daddy. You don’t even touch her and look at her.” 

Rocking your hips back and forth a few times, your aching bud still pinched between your fingers, you moved down further, slipping two inside your soaking hole. The sound of your pussy being played in filled the space, becoming acquainted with your moans as you played with yourself. “Can I have you, please?” This wasn’t another one of those, you actually meant it. You needed him bad. “Please, baby?” You spread your fingers as much as your tight cunt would allow while they were inside you, showing him your cream coated, silken walls as they contracted. 

You could see the fight that he was inwardly battling with himself in his eyes. Pulling your fingers out, you raised your hand to eye level before taking them into your mouth and sucking them while you let your breast go and replaced it against your clit. Two fingers, rubbing your swollen bud at a steady pace that caused the smacking sound of your juicy pussy to be the loudest thing in the room. You had become so focused on you that you didn’t realized that he had his thick shaft in his grip until you heard a groan from him. Your lips parted, tongue slipping against them as you eyed his manhood like a crazed woman. “You’re such a good boy, baby… I love when you watch me. You wanna fill this pussy?” His bottom lip embedded between his top row, as he nodded his head. “I can’t hear you… Use your big boy words. What did we talk about?” You asked, rolling your hips slowly while you matched the pace that he was stroking with. He hadn’t said a word in a few minutes so the dryness of his throat had his voice heavier than it normally was as he groaned. “I wanna fuck that pussy so fuckin’ bad, mama… Fuck, I need you on this dick so fuckin’ bad.”

In one swift movement, you leaned forward and spat a mouthful of the saliva that had built up in your mouth onto his dick, legs trembling as you watched it mingle with the pre-cum seeping from his tip while it spilled down his length. You knew your cream would look so good coating his dick. You knew you would fuck him so good that he wanted to leave his wife for you, you had convinced yourself that it was because of his fear of getting addicted to you that he wouldn’t just give you a chance. You could change his life. 

You giggled to yourself when he jumped back knowing that if you pushed just a little bit harder, you could sit on his dick. But you wanted him to do it on his own. “There you go, papa. Tell me how much you wanna be in this pretty pussy.” Your finger strummed your clit again, working them with a skill and finesse that you had picked up over the years of exploring your body. “Fuck,” he panted. Veins pulsated on his dick, even with the shine of the tv being the only light in the room, you could see every inch of the full 11. He curved just enough, you knew that he would hit the right spots if he slid in. Your hips rolled slowly, and you could see his fingers tighten around himself. The sound of his quickened breathing filled the room, mixing with your soft moans. 

“Look at you,” you whispered. “So ready for me and I can’t even touch… I fucking hate you.” You uttered, the words meaning nothing because it wasn’t at all true. For some reason, he growled in response. His dick jumping. You bit your bottom lip, letting your hand move faster against your bud. Each stroke made him groan louder, you could see his control slipping and it made your grin wider. “You ‘bout to make me nut… fuck, shit…” The words were airy and you knew it was because he was on his precipice. 

You let your head fall back on the couch, lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “I want you just as bad as you want me.” His groans hit a crescendo, fingers tightening as his hips jerk involuntarily. You mirrored his movements, rolling your hips against your hand, letting your moans mix with his. The room was thick with heat, your breaths ragged, hearts pounding in sync with each other. 

And then, with a shiver that made your toes curl, you watched as he came undone. His grip tightening as he let out a low, guttural moan while thick ropes of cum spurred from his thick crown and you didn’t stop — your orgasm following immediately. Your juices spilled, a rich downpour of your cream coating your fingers as your hips trembled and bucked wildly in an attempt to stop the overstimulation seeing as you hadn’t stopped rubbing at your clit. “Jimmy!” You gasped his name softly, over and over, until your body finally collapsed against the pillow, spent and shaking. 

He slumped back in his seat, chest heaving, his eyes dark and filled with longing. Your legs sprawled out, one resting on his thigh while the other hung off of the couch. Even without touch you, the connection shared between the both of you was stronger than either of you expected. For a moment, it was quiet as you both took time to regain your composure. “I’ma lose my fuckin’ mind fuckin’ with you… I don’t know what you doin’ to me… you driving me crazy.” You let out a laugh, eyes rolling as you let out a light moan as your body succumbed to the comfort of the couch. “Wearing me out without touching me is crazy… I can’t promise that next time I won’t make you break your promise. I’m a skin to skin girl, Jimmy.” He looked down at you as he stood to his feet, that smug smirk that made your heart skip a beat resting on his profile. “We agreed to no contact, mama. Know your place.”

i love when he does this sm😭 gifs from @punksrhea

smut 18+ | 3sum (this is…filthy. also includes girl x girl.)

jey uso x black!oc (kourtney) x black!oc (justine)

"uh uh yeet!" jimmy slurred from the top of the table. jey shook his head as he watched his twin brother perform his drunken dance routine, still feeling the buzz from the shots they'd done earlier.

the party crowd had thinned out, leaving just family and close friends scattered around the living room. most of the birthday cake was gone, just smears of frosting left on the plate.

sefa grabbed jimmy by the waist and pulled him off the table before he could fall and crack his head open. the remaining guests laughed, some raising their nearly empty cups in solidarity.

the party was finally winding down, with most people having already left. kourtney moved around the living room, collecting abandoned plastic cups and crumpled napkins, tossing them into a black garbage bag. justine followed behind her, halfheartedly wiping down surfaces, her attention clearly elsewhere.

"girl, can you get those plates by the speaker?" kourtney asked, nodding toward the stack of dirty paper plates.

"hmm? oh, yeah," justine mumbled, her eyes darting across the room where jey stood with sefa, both men laughing about something.

jey caught her looking and gave her a subtle nod, his lips curving into a small smile that made justine's stomach flutter.

she quickly looked away, grabbing the plates and feeling her face grow warm. after another hour of cleaning, the living room finally started to look presentable again.

"i think that's the last of 'em," kourtney said, tying the garbage bag closed as the final guest—sefa's girlfriend—waved goodbye from the doorway.

justine fidgeted with her purse strap, glancing at the clock. "i should probably head out too. it's getting late."

"you sure?" kourtney asked, though her tone lacked conviction.

"yeah, i got that thing in the morning," justine lied, backing toward the door. "happy birthday again to the twins. tell jimmy to drink some water when he wakes up."

after justine left, kourtney locked the door behind her and leaned against it, watching jey from across the room. he was scrolling through his phone, his birthday crown tilted sideways on his head. the sight made something stir inside her.

"baby," she called, her voice dropping an octave. "you still awake enough for one more present?"

jey looked up, his eyes brightening. "shit, you know i'm always up for whatever you got, ma."

kourtney sauntered over, swaying her hips deliberately. she ran her fingers along his jawline, pressing her body against his. "i been thinkin' about you all night," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "watching you in them jeans got me feelin' some type of way."

"oh word?" jey's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "what you got in mind?"

"come upstairs and find out," she purred, taking his hand and leading him toward the staircase.

when they reached their bedroom, jey paused at the doorway. "damn, k…"

the room glowed with the soft light of at least twenty candles placed around their bed. rose petals formed a path from the door to the sheets, which had been changed to the silk ones they saved for special occasions.

"when you do all this?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"while you were playing that drinking game with jimmy," kourtney replied, closing the door behind them. she pressed herself against his back, her hands sliding around to his stomach. "happy birthday, baby."

jey turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "you the best, you know that?"

kourtney's fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it upward. "let me show you just how good i can be."

as his shirt hit the floor, there was a soft knock at the door.

"who the hell…" jey muttered, frowning at the door. kourtney pressed her finger to his lips, silencing his question about the knock.

"you been so good to me all year, baby," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "you deserve somethin' special for ya birthday. somethin' you ain't never had before."

jey tilted his head, confusion crossing his features. "whatchu talkin' bout, k?"

without answering, kourtney placed her palm against his chest and pushed him firmly onto the bed. he bounced slightly on the mattress, watching as she dropped to her knees between his legs. her fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, the metal clinking in the candlelit room.

"k, what's goin—"

she cut him off, climbing onto his lap and capturing his mouth with hers. her tongue flicked inside, tasting the remnants of birthday cake and hennessy. jey groaned against her lips, his confusion momentarily forgotten as his hands found her hips.

when she pulled away, leaving him breathless, kourtney smiled and slid off his lap. she walked toward the door with a deliberate sway to her hips, looking over her shoulder to make sure his eyes were following her.

"the fuck?" jey whispered to himself as kourtney reached for the doorknob.

the door swung open to reveal justine standing in the hallway, still wearing the tight red dress from the party. she bit her lower lip, her eyes darting between kourtney and jey on the bed.

jey's mouth fell open. "yo, what the—i thought you left?"

kourtney beckoned justine into the room, closing the door behind her. "she never left, baby. she was just waitin'."

justine stood awkwardly by the door, her chest rising and falling rapidly. kourtney returned to the bed, sitting beside jey and running her hand up his thigh.

"tell me somethin'," kourtney purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his jeans. "if you could have anythin' for your birthday—just for tonight—with no limits… what would it be?"

jey's eyes darted between kourtney and justine, his mind racing to catch up with what was happening. "you serious right now?"

kourtney nodded slowly, her hand continuing its journey up his thigh. "dead serious, baby. tonight's all about you."

justine stepped closer, the candlelight casting shadows across her face. "happy birthday, jey," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

jey swallowed hard, feeling his heartbeat quicken. "y'all playin' with me or somethin'?"

kourtney laughed softly, the sound like velvet in the dim room. "we ain't playin', baby. unless that's what you want." she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "you can have both of us...no limits. no boundaries."

jey narrowed his eyes, a suspicious feeling creeping up his spine. this shit ain't feel right. was kourtney testin' him? tryna see if he'd take the bait so she could flip out on him later? he'd heard about girls pullin' that shit before—settin' their man up just to catch them slippin'.

"y'all serious?" he asked again, voice lower this time, eyes darting between the two women. "cause if this some kinda trap…"

kourtney giggled, without answering, she stood up and walked to the dresser where she'd stashed a bottle of hennessy. she unscrewed the cap and took a long pull straight from the bottle, her throat working as she swallowed.

the liquor seemed to embolden her. she sauntered over to justine, bottle still in hand, hips swaying with each step. justine's eyes widened, but she didn't back away when kourtney tilted the bottle toward her lips.

"open," kourtney commanded softly.

justine parted her lips, and kourtney carefully poured a shot's worth into her mouth. a few amber drops escaped, trailing down justine's chin. jey watched, transfixed, as justine swallowed the hennessy.

before the last drop disappeared, kourtney's hand moved to cup justine's jaw. she leaned in and pressed her lips against her friend's, her tongue sliding between justine's parted lips. justine moaned into the kiss, her body melting against kourtney's.

jey's mouth went dry. his brain couldn't process what was happening, but his body had no such confusion. his dick strained painfully against his jeans as he watched his girl's tongue slide against her best friend's.

"what the fuck," he whispered, but there was no anger in his voice—just awe.

kourtney broke the kiss but kept her hand on justine's face. both women turned to look at him, their lipstick smudged.

"we ain't playin', baby," kourtney said, her voice thick. "me and justine… we got history. before you and me was a thing."

justine's eyes were hooded as she added, "we thought… for your birthday… you might wanna see what that history looks like."

jey couldn't tear his eyes away as kourtney's hand slid down justine's neck, over her collarbone, and finally cupped her breast through the red dress. justine's breath hitched, her nipples visibly hardening under the thin fabric.

"you still think we settin' you up?" kourtney asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants.

jey sat paralyzed, his brain short-circuiting at the sight before him. the liquor in his system made everything feel dreamlike, surreal. was this actually happening? his girlfriend and her best friend… together? for him?

kourtney noticed his frozen state and smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. she glided across the room, the silk of her dress whispering against her thighs, and settled next to him on the bed. her perfume—vanilla and something spicier—enveloped him as she leaned in.

"you good, baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

before he could answer, her lips found his neck, soft at first, then more insistent. the wet heat of her mouth sent electricity down his spine. she knew exactly where he was most sensitive, right below his ear, and she focused her attention there, sucking gently, then harder.

"fuck," he breathed, his eyes still locked on justine, who watched them with hunger written across her face.

jey bit his lower lip hard, trying to ground himself in the moment. justine held his gaze as she approached, her hips swaying with each step. the candlelight caught the curves of her body through that red dress, making his mouth water.

the mattress dipped as she sat on his other side. her hand, smaller than kourtney's but just as confident, landed on his thigh. the heat of her palm burned through his jeans.

"happy birthday," justine murmured, leaning in to place a tentative kiss on his cheek. another followed, closer to his mouth. and another.

kourtney continued her assault on his neck, her tongue tracing patterns that made his toes curl. but jey couldn't take his eyes off justine, couldn't stop wondering how her lips would feel against his.

as if reading his mind, justine closed the final distance. her lips pressed against his, soft and hesitant at first, then with growing confidence. she tasted different than kourtney—sweeter, with a hint of the hennessy they'd shared.

"fuck," he groaned against justine's mouth as her tongue slipped past his lips. the taste of hennessy lingered between them, sweet and burning. his hands finally remembered how to move—one sliding around kourtney's waist, the other finding justine's hair, tangling in the her braids.

justine moaned into the kiss, the vibration traveling through his body as her hand trailed down his chest, over his stomach, fingertips teasing the waistband of his boxers where they peeked above his jeans. kourtney had already undone the button and zipper, leaving him exposed.

he gasped when justine's cool fingers slipped beneath the elastic, wrapping around his length. his hips bucked involuntarily as she stroked him, her grip firm but gentle.

"shit," he breathed, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. kourtney took advantage, capturing his mouth with her own

kourtney broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she pushed against jey's chest. he fell back onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. the mattress dipped as kourtney crawled on top of him, her thighs straddling his waist while justine continued stroking him beneath his boxers.

"damn," jey whispered, his voice raspy as kourtney captured his lips again, her tongue sliding against his. the dual sensation of kourtney's mouth and justine's hand had his mind spinning, the hennessy amplifying every touch.

justine's fingers tightened around his shaft, working him with slow, deliberate strokes. her thumb circled the tip, spreading the wetness she found there. jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, a groan rumbling deep in his chest.

kourtney pulled back slightly, her lips swollen from their kisses. she glanced down at justine with a smile that held secrets, then shifted to the side, giving her friend more room.

"let me see what you workin' with," justine murmured, her voice deeper than he'd ever heard it before. she slid off the bed, positioning herself between his legs as kourtney continued to devour his mouth.

cool air hit his thighs as justine tugged his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his dick. he felt it slap against his stomach, hard and aching, before justine's warm hand wrapped around it again.

jey felt exposed under her gaze, his skin burning hot. he propped himself up on his elbows to watch as justine licked her lips, her hands sliding up his thighs. kourtney's fingers traced patterns on his chest, her nails occasionally scraping against his skin in a way that made him shiver.

justine leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. her tongue darted out, licking a stripe from base to tip that had jey's toes curling.

"fuck," he groaned, one hand fisting in the sheets.

justine smiled up at him before taking him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. she hollowed her cheeks, creating a suction that had stars dancing behind his eyelids.

her lips wrapped around just the head, tongue swirling in slow circles that made his thighs tense. then she got sloppier, taking more of him into her mouth, her saliva making everything slick and hot.

the sight alone nearly made him cum—justine's eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper.

"that's it," kourtney encouraged moving her hand to the back of her best friends head, her voice thick with desire as she watched her best friend. "he likes it sloppy."

as if taking direction, justine pulled back, letting a string of spit fall from her lips onto his dick. the warm wetness dripped down his shaft as she used her hand to spread it, making everything slicker, hotter.

kourtney's fingers threaded through justine's braids, gripping them firmly. she guided her friend's head down, pushing her to take more of jey's length. justine gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering at the corners.

"that's it," kourtney whispered, her voice husky with desire. "take all of him."

jey's breath caught in his chest, his vision blurring as justine's throat constricted around him. the wet heat, the sight of her lips stretched around him, kourtney's commanding presence—it was too much. pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with each bob of justine's head.

"shit, i'm—" he couldn't finish the sentence as the first wave hit him. his thighs tensed, muscles contracting as he gripped the sheets. justine moaned around him as he pulsed against her tongue, filling her mouth.

kourtney kept her hand on justine's head, holding her in place as jey's hips jerked involuntarily. "swallow it," she commanded softly, watching as justine's throat worked to obey.

jey collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, sweat beading across his forehead. his heart hammered against his ribs as aftershocks rippled through him.

"goddamn," he managed to rasp, his voice wrecked.

justine pulled back slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the tip of his softening dick. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him.

kourtney leaned down to kiss jey deeply, tasting his moans as her hand stroked his chest. "we ain't even started yet, baby," she whispered against his lips. "just give yourself a minute."

justine climbed onto the bed, her red dress riding high on her thighs. she pressed herself against jey's side, her hand replacing kourtney's on his chest, nails scraping lightly across his skin.

"how you feeling, birthday boy?" justine asked, her voice rougher than before.

jey turned his head to look at her, still trying to catch his breath. "like i died and went to heaven," he admitted, his hand finding her waist.

kourtney slipped off the bed, standing at the foot to admire the sight of her man and her best friend tangled together on the sheets.

she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting the silky material pool at her feet. she stood before them in nothing but a black lace thong, her breasts bare and nipples hard in the cool air.

"my turn," she said, climbing back onto the bed.

jey watched as kourtney crawled toward him on all fours, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each movement. his dick already twitching back to life at the sight of her naked body. she moved with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, her eyes never leaving his.

but instead of straddling him like he expected, kourtney paused, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"just enjoy yourself, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with promise. "tonight's all about you.."

jey's brow furrowed in confusion until kourtney turned her attention to justine, who was still pressed against his side. kourtney's hand slid up justine's thigh, pushing the red fabric higher as she leaned across jey's chest.

justine's breath hitched as she shifted onto her back, her head resting on the pillow next to jey's. her legs parted slightly, an invitation that kourtney didn't hesitate to accept.

kourtney's lips found justine's in a deep, hungry kiss that made jey's mouth go dry. he watched, transfixed, as their tongues danced together, justine's hands coming up to tangle in kourtney's hair. they kissed like they'd done this a hundred times before, like they knew exactly how the other liked to be touched.

"fuck," jey whispered, unable to tear his eyes away as kourtney's hands pushed justine's dress up further, bunching the fabric around her waist.

jey's eyes widened when he realized justine wasn't wearing any panties. her pussy was completely bare, brown, and glistening wet in the candlelight. kourtney broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before she began trailing kisses down justine's neck.

justine's back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets as kourtney settled between her thighs. she looked over at jey, her eyes half-lidded with desire, lips parted as her breathing quickened.

"oh god," justine moaned as kourtney's tongue made first contact with her clit, her hips bucking upward.

jey couldn't believe what he was seeing. kourtney—his kourtney—was burying her face between justine's legs, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles that had justine writhing on the sheets. the wet sounds of kourtney's mouth against justine's pussy filled the room, mixing with the soft moans that escaped justine's throat.

kourtney's hands gripped justine's thighs, spreading them wider as she worked her tongue deeper, flattening it against justine's entrance before dipping inside. justine's eyes rolled back, her hand flying to kourtney's head, holding her in place.

"right there, oh fuck," justine gasped, her hips lifting from the bed as kourtney's tongue explored her

jey watched, mesmerized, as kourtney buried her face deeper between justine's thighs, her hands gripping the soft flesh to spread her wider. justine's wetness glistened in the candlelight, her pussy lips swollen and pink as kourtney's tongue circled her entrance before plunging inside.

justine's eyes locked with jey's, her expression a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability that sent blood rushing back to his dick. her lips parted, releasing soft, desperate whimpers that grew louder with each flick of kourtney's tongue.

jey couldn't resist anymore. he reached down, grabbing the bunched fabric of justine's red dress and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. her breasts spilled free, nipples dark and hard in the dim light.

justine's hands reached for him, pulling him down until his lips met hers. the kiss was desperate, hungry, her tongue sliding against his as kourtney continued her assault below. jey swallowed justine's moans, feeling them vibrate against his lips as kourtney sucked her clit between her lips.

"mmm," kourtney hummed against justine's pussy, the vibration making justine's hips buck wildly.

jey broke the kiss just enough to watch as kourtney's tongue darted in and out of justine's entrance, fucking her with quick, precise strokes that had justine trembling. the wet sounds of kourtney's mouth against justine's slick heat filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.

"she taste good, mama?" jey asked, his voice rough with renewed arousal.

kourtney responded by moaning against justine's pussy, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. her tongue circled justine's clit before sucking it hard between her lips, causing justine to cry out.

justine's hands tangled in jey's hair, pulling him back down to capture his mouth in another desperate kiss. her body tensed beneath him, thighs beginning to shake as kourtney's tongue pushed deeper inside her.

jey felt justine's scream against his mouth before he heard it, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. her pussy clenched around kourtney's tongue, as she came hard against kourtney's mouth.

kourtney didn't let up, her tongue working justine through her orgasm, drawing it out until justine was practically sobbing against jey's lips, her body oversensitive and trembling.

when kourtney finally pulled back, her chin was slick with justine's wetness. kourtney crawled up justine's body, her lips glistening with wetness. she turned to jey, her eyes dark with desire.

"want a taste?" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

jey looked down at justine trembling beneath him, her chest heaving with each breath, thighs still quivering from her orgasm. without hesitation, he slid off the bed and got on his knees, grabbing justine's ankles to pull her toward the edge of the mattress.

"you good?" he asked, his thumbs making small circles on her inner thighs.

justine nodded, her eyes half-lidded. "yeah," she breathed, barely audible.

that was all he needed. he leaned down, his tongue making contact with her swollen pussy. jey spread her legs wider, revealing her pussy—swollen, glistening, and flushed a deep pink from kourtney's attention.

the taste was different than kourtney's—sweeter, with a tang that made his dick throb. justine's back arched off the bed immediately, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

"ah! i just—i can't—" she stammered, her body jerking with oversensitivity, but her hips still moved against his mouth, seeking more friction.

jey flattened his tongue against her entrance, gathering her wetness before dragging it slowly up to her clit. her thighs tried to close around his head, but he held them firmly apart. he could feel her pussy pulsing against his tongue, swollen and sensitive from kourtney's earlier attention.

kourtney positioned herself beside justine, her mouth finding one stiff nipple and sucking it between her lips. justine writhed beneath their dual assault, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangled in kourtney's hair.

jey doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while slipping two fingers inside her. her walls clenched around him immediately, her pussy so wet his fingers made obscene squelching sounds as they pumped in and out.

"oh yes, oh yes!" justine chanted, her voice rising in pitch as pressure built inside her again. her hips bucked wildly against jey's face, grinding desperately against his tongue.

kourtney moved to justine's other breast, biting down on her nipple just hard enough to make justine cry out. the combination of sensations—kourtney's teeth on her nipple, jey's fingers curling inside her, his tongue relentless against her clit—pushed justine over the edge again.

he curved his fingers upward, finding that spongy spot that made justine's thighs shake uncontrollably. he sucked harder on her clit, his tongue flicking rapidly across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"i ca-i can't—i'm gonna—" she screamed, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her a second time.

justine's pussy contracted around his fingers as a gush of warm fluid flooded his mouth. he kept his lips sealed against her, swallowing as justine squirted.

jey pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he admired the mess they'd made of justine. her chest heaved, legs trembling, pussy glistening and swollen. something primal stirred inside him at the sight of her completely undone.

he rose to his feet, his dick could damn near drill through brick. justine's eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a dazed, hungry look that made his pulse quicken. without thinking, he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. he tasted her on his own tongue as he pushed it past her lips, making her moan into his mouth.

her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she kissed him back with surprising energy for someone who'd just cum twice. the taste of her pussy mingled between them, salty-sweet and intoxicating.

when he finally pulled away, justine's eyes were heavy-lidded, a smile playing at the corner of her swollen lips. jey turned to find kourtney watching them, her own lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"c'mere," he growled, reaching for her.

kourtney moved toward him like a cat. jey tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her mouth to his. he kissed her hard, letting her taste justine on his tongue. kourtney moaned, her body melting against his, her naked breasts pressing against his chest.

"mmmmm," she moaned against his lips. "you taste like her."

the words sent a jolt straight to his dick. kourtney's hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as she continued to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth.

without warning, kourtney pushed against his chest, making him fall backward. he landed on the bed beside justine, who was still trying to catch her breath, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the candlelight.

"my turn," kourtney said, her voice low and commanding.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. her pussy hovered just above his dick, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her. she reached between them, taking him in her hand and positioning him at her entrance.

"shit, kourt," jey groaned as kourtney slowly lowered herself onto him, her pussy stretching around his thickness.

she was so wet he slid in easily, but the tight heat of her still made his toes curl. kourtney's head fell back, a long, low moan escaping her throat as she took him to the hilt. she stayed there for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of him filling her completely.

kourtney braced her hands against jey's chest, fingernails digging into his skin as she began to move. she started slow, rolling her hips in a figure-eight motion that had him seeing stars. her pussy gripped him like a vise, wet heat enveloping every inch of him with each downward slide.

"fuck," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "you feel so good inside me, baby."

jey's hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as she picked up the pace. her thighs trembled with the effort as she lifted herself almost completely off his dick before slamming back down. the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their ragged breathing.

"that's it," jey encouraged, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. "ride this dick, ma."

kourtney's pussy clenched around him in response, a fresh wave of wetness coating his shaft. she ground down harder, circling her hips so his dick hit that spot deep inside that made her walls flutter. her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as a broken moan escaped her lips.

"oh god, right there!" she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic.

jey tightened his grip on her hips, helping to lift her up before pulling her back down onto his dick. the added force made kourtney cry out, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his chest. her pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust, so wet now that he could feel it dripping down his balls.

"you so fuckin' wet," jey groaned, the tight heat of her threatening to push him over the edge too soon.

he glanced over at justine, who was watching them with hooded eyes, her hand between her legs as she touched herself. the sight of her fingers circling her clit while she watched them fuck sent another surge of blood to his already painfully hard dick.

kourtney followed his gaze, a wicked smile spreading across her face when she saw justine pleasuring herself. without breaking rhythm, she reached out, grabbing justine's wrist and pulling her closer.

kourtney guided her friend's hand to her breast, encouraging justine to pinch and roll her nipple between her fingers. the added stimulation made kourtney's pussy clench even tighter around jey's length.

"shit," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips bucking upward involuntarily.

kourtney leaned forward, changing the angle so his dick dragged against her front wall with each thrust. her movements became erratic, less coordinated as pleasure built inside her. her pussy started to pulse around him.

"fuck, i'm—oh god—" kourtney's words dissolved into a strangled cry as her entire body went rigid. her thighs clamped around jey's hips with bruising force, her pussy clenching around his dick as the orgasm tore through her. her back arched, pushing her breasts forward as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

justine moved with startling quickness, positioning herself behind kourtney. she pressed her chest against kourtney's back, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her as she continued to shake. justine's other hand snaked down between kourtney's legs, finding her swollen clit and circling it with practiced precision.

kourtney's head fell back against justine's shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream as justine's fingers worked her oversensitive clit. before she could catch her breath, justine captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. kourtney's moans vibrated against justine's mouth as her body jerked with aftershocks, her pussy still pulsing around jey's shaft.

justine swallowed each sound kourtney made, her tongue sliding against kourtney's as her fingers continued their relentless circles. kourtney's hips bucked wildly, caught between jey's dick still buried deep inside her and justine's skilled fingers prolonging her pleasure.

jey watched, transfixed, as kourtney came apart between them. her wetness flooded down his shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them. her inner walls fluttered and gripped him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming.

when justine finally broke the kiss, kourtney collapsed forward onto jey's chest, her body still trembling. her breathing came in ragged gasps against his neck, hot and damp.

"goddamn," jey whispered, running his hands down kourtney's sweat-slicked back. he could feel her heart hammering against his chest, her pussy still occasionally clenching around him as aftershocks rippled through her.

justine's eyes met jey's over kourtney's shoulder, her lips curving into a smile that made his dick throb inside kourtney's still-pulsing pussy. without a word, justine shifted position, moving to lie beside him. her hand traced patterns on his chest as kourtney continued to catch her breath, her forehead pressed against his neck.

"you still hard as fuck," justine whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

kourtney stirred at the sound of justine's voice, lifting her head. her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure as she looked down at jey. "mm, he always stays so hard after i cum," she murmured, her voice rough. "one of the reasons i love him."

both women laughed softly, the sound vibrating through jey's body. then, as if sharing a single thought, they both leaned down, their lips meeting his in a three-way kiss that sent lightning down his spine.

their lips met his simultaneously—kourtney capturing his bottom lip between hers while justine claimed his top lip. their tongues slid against his, creating a wet, messy three-way kiss that had his mind spinning.

the taste of hennessy mingled with justine's pussy on their tongues, creating an intoxicating flavor that made jey groan.

kourtney pulled back first, her lips swollen and glistening. "so, birthday boy," she purred, rolling her hips slightly to remind him she was still filled with his dick. "for your final gift, birthday boy…which one of us gets to have some fun for t’night?"

jey looked between them—kourtney with her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, justine with her swollen lips and expectant gaze. his mind raced with possibilities, his dick twitching inside kourtney at the thought.

"why i can't have both?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

before either woman could respond, jey gripped kourtney's waist and lifted her off him with a hiss as his sensitive dick slid from her heat. kourtney gasped, surprised by the sudden movement as jey maneuvered her to lie flat on the bed.

"on your back, ma," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

kourtney complied, spreading her legs as she settled against the pillows. her pussy glistened in the candlelight, swollen and slick with her arousal. jey turned to justine, who watched him with wide, eager eyes.

"c'mere," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward kourtney. "on top of her."

justine crawled across the bed. she positioned herself over kourtney, their bodies aligned perfectly—their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing against each other as justine settled her weight on kourtney. kourtney's hands immediately found justine's ass, spreading her cheeks apart to expose both their pussies.

"like this?" justine asked, her voice trembling slightly as she braced herself on her elbows above kourtney.

"just like that, mama." jey confirmed, moving to kneel between their spread legs.

the sight before him was almost too much—justine's round ass in the air, her pussy visible and dripping onto kourtney's, while she lay beneath her.

he took himself in hand, the shaft slick with kourtney's juices, and slapped his dick against their exposed pussies. the wet sound echoed in the candlelit room as he dragged his length across justine's entrance, then kourtney's, coating himself in their combined wetness.

"happy fuckin birthday, to me." he muttered, the sensation of both their heat against his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. he slapped his dick against them again, harder this time, making both women gasp. justine's pussy clenched at the contact, a fresh wave of arousal glistening on her lips.

kourtney tilted her head to look back at him, her eyes dark with renewed hunger. "what's it gonna be, birthday boy?" she asked, her voice raspy from screaming.

jey continued to slide his dick between their pussies, teasing them both with the thick head. he looked down at justine's back, at the way her ass curved perfectly in the air, at kourtney beneath her, their bodies pressed together in a way he'd never imagined possible.

"baby, i think our guest of honor should go first," he said, his voice deeper than usual with arousal.

justine shuddered at the words, her pussy visibly clenching as she pressed her forehead against kourtney's shoulder. "please," she whispered, the sound barely audible.

jey positioned the head of his dick at justine's entrance, rubbing it against her slick folds. slowly, he pushed just the tip inside, feeling her stretch around him.

"oh!" justine gasped, her back arching as she tried to push back against him, desperate for more.

jey gripped her hips, holding her still. "nah, ma. we goin' slow. i wanna feel every inch of this pussy, before the night's over."

he eased forward, watching as his dick disappeared inside justine inch by inch. her walls gripped him like a vise, tighter than he expected, molding around him as if made just for his dick. the sensation was overwhelming—different from kourtney, but just as intoxicating.

"fuck, you tight as hell," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

justine's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she adjusted to his size. "oh my god," she moaned, her voice muffled against kourtney's neck. "he's so big, k."

kourtney's hands slid up justine's back, soothing her. "breathe through it," kourtney murmured, her fingers tangling in justine's braids. "arch your back for him, just. let him in deeper...just like that.”

justine whimpered but followed kourtney's instructions, curving her spine and tilting her hips upward. the slight change in angle allowed jey to slide another inch deeper, making both of them groan.

"that's it," kourtney praised, her hands moving to justine's shoulders, massaging the tension there. "you takin' him so good."

jey held still, giving justine time to adjust to his size. her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, squeezing his dick in a way that had his thighs trembling with the effort to stay controlled. when he felt her muscles relax slightly, he pulled back until just the head remained inside before slowly pushing forward again.

"oh fuck," justine gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side of kourtney's head.

"keep movin' your hips," kourtney instructed, her voice thick with arousal as she watched justine's face contort with pleasure. "circle 'em a little. find that spot that feels good."

justine began to move, tentatively at first, rocking back against jey's thrusts. her movements were uncoordinated, uncertain, but jey matched her rhythm, his hands guiding her hips.

"damn, you feel good as fuck," jey groaned, feeling her walls flutter around him. "so fuckin' wet for me."

kourtney tilted her head up, capturing justine's lips in a deep, hungry kiss. justine moaned into kourtney's mouth, her body caught between the dual sensations of kourtney's tongue and jey's dick.

jey pushed deeper, feeling justine's pussy grip him like a vice. she was tight—tighter than kourtney—and the way her walls clenched around him with each thrust had him seeing stars.

he was gripping justine's hips tight enough to leave marks as he pulled her back onto his dick. each thrust went deeper than the last, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. the tight heat around him was almost unbearable, her walls gripping him like they never wanted to let go.

justine's moans grew louder with each thrust, her back arching deeper, pushing her ass higher in the air for him. the sound of her moans mixed with the wet slapping of skin against skin filled the room. his dick disappeared inside her over and over, coated in her juices that seemed to flow endlessly.

"you like that dick?" he asked, his voice rough as he slammed into her harder.

"yes! oh god, yes," justine cried out, her words broken by the force of his thrusts.

this shit was beyond his wildest dreams. his girl's best friend, ass up and face down on top of kourtney, taking his dick like she was made for it. and kourtney—watching, encouraging, her hands roaming over justine's body like she'd done this before. the realization that they had history together, that they'd been intimate before him, only made his dick harder.

the sight was better than any porn he'd ever watched, better than any fantasy he'd ever had. his beautiful lady and her fine ass friend, both of em together…right here? better than any gift anybody got him tonight.

"damn, this some birthday shit for real," he muttered, his hips moving faster, sliding in and out of justine's dripping pussy with ease now.

he angled his hips slightly, searching for that spot that would make her scream. he knew he found it when justine's entire body tensed, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"right there?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

she let out small whimpers into kourtney's mouth. jey kept his angle, hitting that spot with each thrust. justine's walls started to flutter around him, signaling she was close. her thighs began to shake.

but he wasn't ready for this to end. not yet. not when he had both of them at his mercy.

with a swift motion, jey pulled out of justine completely, leaving her empty and panting at the sudden loss. before she could protest, he positioned himself at kourtney's entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

"fuck!" kourtney gasped, her back arching beneath justine's weight.

the familiar heat of kourtney's pussy welcomed him home. her pussy welcomed him like coming home, wet and familiar, molding around him perfectly.

jey groaned, sinking deep inside her with one long stroke. her walls gripped him tight, already pulsing from her earlier orgasm.

"goddamn, k," he breathed, his fingers digging into her thighs.

kourtney's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open as he filled her completely. her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as he began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then building speed. each time he pushed forward, justine's body rocked against kourtney's, their breasts sliding together.

justine lowered her head, her lips finding kourtney's neck. she sucked at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow. kourtney moaned, the dual sensation of jey's dick stretching her open and justine's mouth on her neck sending sparks through her body.

"fuck, that feels good," kourtney gasped, her hips rising to meet jey's thrusts.

jey watched as justine's tongue traced patterns on kourtney's skin, occasionally biting down hard enough to make kourtney yelp. the sight of them together—kourtney taking his dick while justine marked her—had his blood running hot.

he reached forward, placing his hand on justine's lower back. her skin was slick with sweat, warm under his palm. without breaking rhythm, he slid his hand lower, his thumb finding her still-wet entrance. he pushed inside, feeling her pussy clench around the digit.

"you like that?" jey grunted, his thumb working faster inside justine as his dick pounded into kourtney. "both of y'all takin' me at the same time?"

justine whimpered against kourtney's neck, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his thumb. kourtney's walls were doing the same around his dick, squeezing him with each thrust.

"yes, baby," kourtney moaned, her voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside her. "fuck, right there."

kourtney's back arched sharply, her thighs beginning to tremble as she approached the edge. her thighs trembling as she approached her climax. her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her back arching off the bed.

"fuck, i'm gonna—" kourtney moaned, her words dissolving into incoherent sounds.

jey pulled out suddenly, leaving kourtney empty and panting. her eyes flew open, confusion and frustration written across her flushed face. before she could protest, jey grabbed justine by her hips.

"roll over, ma," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

justine complied, sliding off kourtney to lie on her back beside her. her chest heaved with anticipation, nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling as she spread her legs for him. jey moved between her thighs, pushing them back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, opening her completely to him.

"fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he growled, taking in the sight of her swollen, glistening folds.

jey pushed inside her with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. justine's mouth fell open in a silent scream, her walls stretching to accommodate his size.

he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. each thrust sent justine sliding up the bed, her braids splayed across the pillow, her breasts bouncing with the impact.

kourtney shifted beside them, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched jey fuck her best friend. she propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand sliding between justine's legs. her fingers found justine's clit, swollen and hard, and began to circle it with practiced precision.

"mmph! fuck!" justine cried out, her back arching off the bed as the dual sensations overwhelmed her.

jey watched as kourtney's fingers worked justine's clit, occasionally brushing against his shaft as he thrust in and out. the sight of kourtney touching justine while he fucked her sent a fresh surge of blood to his already rock-hard dick.

"you like that?" kourtney whispered, her voice husky as she leaned down to capture one of justine's nipples between her lips.

justine's only response was a broken moan, her eyes rolling back as pleasure built inside her. her pussy clenched rhythmically around jey's dick, growing wetter with each thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by justine's increasingly desperate cries.

kourtney's other hand slid between her own legs, two fingers pushing inside her still-throbbing pussy. she matched the rhythm of jey's thrusts, fucking herself with her fingers.

justine's walls began to clench around jey's dick with increasing intensity, her breathing turning ragged as she balanced on the edge of release. kourtney's fingers worked her clit with practiced precision, applying just the right pressure to push her over.

"oh my god, i'm—i'm—" justine's words dissolved into incoherent sounds as her back arched off the bed, her entire body tensing. "fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

jey felt her pussy contract violently around him, squeezing his dick in rhythmic pulses that nearly triggered his own release. justine's eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

"that's it, cum all over it," kourtney urged, her fingers still circling justine's clit, dragging her orgasm.

justine's thighs shook uncontrollably, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. her pussy gushed around jey's shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them.

"nnnngh, oh my—fuck—i—" justine babbled, her words making no sense as her brain short-circuited

jey couldn't hold back any longer. the sight of justine’s eyes rolling back, combined with the tight, pulsing heat of her pussy, was too much. he pulled out just in time, his dick slapping against her stomach as the first rope of cum shot across her belly.

he stroked himself furiously, groaning as more hot streams painted her brown skin, pooling in the dip of her navel.

kourtney's fingers worked faster between her own legs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she watched jey mark her best friend with his cum.

"oh god," she moaned, her back arching as her own orgasm hit her like a freight train. her thighs clamped around her hand, hips bucking wildly as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

jey collapsed beside justine, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. sweat dripped down his forehead, his heart pounding against his ribs like it might burst through. the room smelled of sex and sweat, the sheets beneath them damp with their combined arousal.

"damn," he sighed, wrapping his arms around both women "happy birthday to my ass."

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and after hearing everything she went through when she left wwe, i can’t help but to feel like god is restoring everything she felt was taken from her. might not be how she expected it, but everything has come back to her ten fold. i can’t explain how happy i feel for her.