You Were Thinking It…I Wrote It

Jimmy’s cock is a thick, burning weight inside you—so big the stretch still stings in the sweetest way, the heavy vein along the underside pulsing hard against your walls every time your cunt tightens. The heat of him is almost feverish, radiating up into your belly, and every slow grind drags that fat head across the softest, deepest part of you until your own breath shudders.

He’s so vocal now it’s almost continuous.

Low, broken moans spill out of him in a constant stream, wet and shaky, the kind that vibrate through his chest and into your palms. Every time you roll your hips and your walls squeeze around the base of him he lets out a higher, cracked sound—half moan, half sob—and his thick thighs jump under you.

“Baby—” The word comes out wrecked, barely formed. “Baby, it’s—fuck—too much, you’re so tight—”

Tears keep sliding down his temples, disappearing into the sweat-damp sheets. His mouth stays open, soft and slack, and every breath is a moan. You can feel the way his cock keeps twitching and kicking inside you, the head flaring every time your cunt ripples around him. The wet sound of it is filthy—slick, rhythmic, the soft slap of your bodies meeting on every downward grind. The air between you smells like sex and salt and the warm, clean scent of his skin.

You drop your full weight again and he moans louder, the sound raw and helpless. His hands flutter against your thighs, not pushing anymore—just holding on, fingers flexing like he’s trying to ground himself and failing.

“Baby… baby, please—” Another long, trembling moan cuts the words off. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, lashes wet. “It feels—god, it feels so good I can’t— I can’t think—”

You keep the grind slow and heavy, letting him feel every inch of the stretch, every pulse of your walls milking him. The heat of his cock is constant, the thickness of him is constant, and the way his body keeps trembling under you is constant. Sweat slides down the center of his chest. His abs jump every time you squeeze. A fresh moan rips out of him—deeper this time, almost a groan—and his head tips further back, throat working as another tear slips free.

“Baby…” It’s barely a whisper now, soft and ruined. “You’re so warm… so wet… I can feel every— every time you tighten— fuck—”

His voice cracks on the last word and dissolves into another long, shaky moan. You can feel the way his cock is throbbing harder, the thick ridge of the head swelling inside you, and every tiny movement of your hips pulls another broken sound out of him. The sheets under his shoulders are damp with sweat. His breathing is ragged, uneven, each exhale carrying another soft, punched-out moan.

He’s completely faded—quiet subspace wrapped around him like a blanket—but his voice keeps spilling out anyway. Soft, continuous, loving even in the wreckage of it.

“Baby… baby, it feels too good… I can’t stop shaking… please don’t stop—”

You lean down, chest to chest, and the new angle makes him moan louder, the sound vibrating against your skin. His cock kicks hard inside you. Another tear tracks down. His hands slide up your back and just rest there, heavy and trembling, while his mouth keeps forming the same soft, broken word between every moan.

“Baby…”

Late night had settled over Elias’s condo. Leon Thomas drifted from the speakers, lulling the room into a comfortable silence. Dim purple lighting washed over your soft brown skin, making it that much more alluring.

Somewhere nearby, a window was left cracked open and a gentle breeze blew through the curtains across your damp skin, raising goose bumps that sent chills over your body. The air carried the rich, woodsy scent of Elias’s cologne mixed with cooling sweat and the intimate evidence of what you two had been doing for hours. 

Stack shifted so that he was between your legs again. His warm, bare chest rested against yours as his eyes wandered over your features, hands on either side of your head. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, your jaw, down your throat. It had only been 15 minutes, and he was already ready for more of you.

“One more baby? Lemme have you again.” His southern drawl came out sweet and enticing. You traced your fingers down his spine as he continued placing tantalizing kisses across your exposed flesh.

“What we doin’ Stack?” 

He hummed against your skin in confusion, never stopping his torrent of kisses.

“I’m spending more nights at your place now than my own and we been doin’ this for a hot minute now. We spend most of our time together anyway.”

Stack made his way back to your lips now, leaving a soft one at the corner of your mouth. 

“What you gettin’ at, sweetness?” He pulled away to look at you fully now. 

“I just mean… is this all? We just gon’ keep hookin’ up and calling each other friends even though we both know it’s more?”

He held your gaze but his expression was unchanged. 

“You know you special to me. Ain’t nobody else got me like this.” His hands were roaming your thighs and hips now. His kisses made their way down your tummy, ending with a lingering one above your navel. “We know what it is, why we gotta go and complicate it?”

Before you could answer, the conversation died how it always did. With him between your legs and you too lost in pleasure to continue pressing. But truth be told, you were tired of being his favorite option instead of the only one.

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By the time the weekend came you’d made your decision. You had spent enough time waiting around on Elias to finally claim you. Your mama taught you at a young age that you should never beg a man for anything. What one won’t do, another will. And it was for this reason that you finally said yes to Malik’s offer to take you out for dinner and drinks. He worked in the building next to you and had been chasing you for a while now. You had turned him down more than a few times hoping that Stack would finally put a label on things. But after your previous conversation with him, it was clear that wasn’t happening any time soon. So, today when Malik asked what you were doing that night while y’all ate lunch together, you told him the truth. 

Nothing special. 

You made your way to your car after work and settled your belongings in the passenger seat. Like clockwork, your phone lit up with a photo of Elias as it began to ring. You stared at the screen for a moment before opting out of answering. Friday nights had been you and Stack’s thing for months now. You would pick the take-out and he’d pick it up after work along with a bottle—or two— of wine for your movie night. It had become so routine that he never even considered you wouldn’t be attending.

By the time you got home your phone was ringing again. With a deep sigh, you answered this time.

“You a hard lady to get a hold of. Y’know, I was startin’ to think you were avoidin’ me.” He chuckled to himself. He was currently at the liquor store perusing different kinds of wine, hoping to find something you guys hadn’t tried before. “What you in the mood for tonight? White or red?” 

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your shirt uncomfortably as you thought about how to respond. You didn’t necessarily want to lie to him, but you sure as hell weren’t gonna tell him the truth either. Your answer landed somewhere in the middle of those two options.

“I actually got plans tonight. Some of my girls wanna check out this new spot downtown.” Biting down on your lip nervously, you waited for his response. The other end of the line went so silent you almost thought he hung up. 

“Stack?”

Stack was stunned silent. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t spent a Friday night with you. Even if you didn’t come to his place, usually he would just come to yours. The sudden change in routine made him deeply uncomfortable. But alas, he reluctantly quipped,

“Since when you busy on Friday’s? You seein’ somebody else or somethin’?” He was teasing but when you didn’t laugh, he leaned in closer. The silence was not comforting.

“Since tonight. My girls wanna see me, and it’s been a minute since I’ve been out.” You replied simply, suddenly growing irritated that he was prompting you to explain yourself. Stack swallowed and shifted awkwardly on his feet, nodding as if you could see him. He wanted to continue pressing the topic, ask the specific name of this new spot that was more interesting than him or his club. But his pride got the best of him.

“Aight…ladies’ night. Handle your business then, baby girl. Don’t have too much fun without me. Let me know when you make it in the house safe.” 

You promised you would before quickly ending the call. The refusal did not sit well with Stack. He had recovered smoothly from your rejection in the moment, but now that the call was over, he was stuck staring at the same bottle of Moscato he had been holding for the past five minutes. It wasn’t like you to say no to him.

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As much as he hated to admit it, Stack didn’t really have back up plans. He always reserved Friday nights for you no matter who else he was seeing. He sat on his couch for a while, sipping the wine he’d picked for the two of you earlier. He scrolled through his recent messages debating who he should hit up, if anyone. Honestly, his roster had been thinning out the more attached he became to you. They just weren’t like you. They didn’t laugh like you or smell like you, and the more time he spent with you the more intoxicating your presence became to him. 

Truth be told, he was disappointed. Stack kept a line up. There was no shortage of women in his life— he could have anyone he wanted within a single text or call. But you were his favorite. There wasn’t anyone else he wanted to lay up with and kiss on but you. With other women, he usually just skipped to the main event. Minimal foreplay, surface level conversation. Nothing like what he had with you.

Stack’s train of thought was interrupted by his phone ringing. He snatched it from the cushion next to him, nearly dropping it as he tried to answer. A disappointed groan made its way from his mouth when he realized it was just one of his homeboys. Not you. He’d never admit it, but he was hoping that maybe you would change your mind and decide to stay in with him after all— even though he’d never ask.

“Yo” He answered boredly.

“Aye, Stack. What you on tonight? Lil’ Ms. Fine as hell over there?”

Stack chuckled and shook his head. It was no secret that you were the finest woman on his roster, and again, his absolute favorite. You were the only woman he had a silent claim over.

“Naw, she’s with her girls. Said somethin’ about a new spot openin’ up downtown, I don’t know.” he felt his annoyance bubbling to the surface again as he reiterated your words. He had no right to feel possessive over your time, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yeah we gon’ head over there too. You tryna pop out?” 

Stack fixed his mouth to say no. He was aware that it was probably clingy to follow you to the exact place you told him you would be—on the one night you’d taken space from him. Still, the idea that he could feign bumping into you, and that maybe through a turn of events you would end up ending the night with him after all, got the best of him. And there was still something ugly and jealous tugging at him about the way you never answered when he asked if there was someone else.

“Yeah I’ll meet y’all over there. Gimme like 45.” He ended the call with his homeboy and went straight to his closet.

Girls night, huh? He tutted to himself as he scanned his clothing, looking for something to wear. Unfortunately for you, he was about to crash your party.

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Any time Elias Moore stepped into the building, he was the main attraction. The SmokeStack twins were known by people clear across the Mississipi delta— and in other places too. Tall tales and fables alike had been whispered through the grapevine for years now. Stories about men who’d encountered the twins but never lived to tell the tale. Gossip about the havoc they wreaked in Chicago prior to returning to their little hometown… mysteriously, with enough money to open a club of their own. 

Stack didn’t do lines. Upon arriving to the club, hushed whispers and watchful eyes oriented toward him immediately. There was a confident swagger in his walk as he headed straight to the front of the line, like he always did. He slipped a crisp $50 bill to the bouncer out of respect before dapping him up. Then, he made his way inside. No fuss, no muss. 

Vibrant neon lighting flashed across the club, highlighting its lively crowd. Music thumped through the floors and radiated into Stack’s chest. The crowd parted instinctively for him as he found his way through the room. Women stared lustfully, admiring his confident walk and the million-dollar smile he’d flash if you were lucky enough. Stack was fly, it was no secret. He only wore the best and he was always iced out. 

“How you doin’, daddy?” a tall, slim woman cooed as Stack brushed past her. His gaze raked over her, and he nodded in acknowledgement as he made his way into his section. If he wasn’t VIP, he wasn’t attending. 

“Stacks-A-Billion! You made it. My nigga finally got from up under that girl and graced us with his presence.” Donte clapped Stack on his back and pulled him into a brotherly hug. The other men at the table did the same, greeting him one by one like he was a don. 

The night was smooth at first. Real smooth. Stack was in the middle of chopping it up with one of his old flings who he’d cut loose when his eyes caught a familiar face. There you were. He froze completely as he took you in.

You were wearing all black. Leather shorts that sat on your hips low and hugged them just right and a lace-up sleeveless biker top. Black heels adorned your feet, and you were wearing your signature gold jewelry. The corner of his lips twitched upward into a smile involuntarily and he licked them as he took in your appearance.

However, the smile quickly dropped from his face when he realized that your girlfriends were nowhere to be found. Instead— you were with some tall guy. Stack looked hard and long to ensure he wasn’t imagining things. 

Nope. No girlfriends. This was definitely a date. 

Immediately, Stack tuned out the woman that had been talking to him. The music in the club dulled to a thumping pulse, and suddenly he had tunnel vision. He couldn’t help the possessive ugly feeling that arose deep in his chest as he watched the man’s hand brush the small of your back when he leaned in to whisper something to you.

You didn’t see him for several minutes. But when you did— your eyes locked with his. You were caught. Completely and totally caught red-handed in the act. Stack stayed where he was, but he held the piercing stare long enough that you wished you could disappear. Then, he turned back to his boys as if nothing had happened.

It stayed like that for a short while. Stack kept mingling, talking to people who approached him. He managed to make it through half of another drink before he became so consumed with a silent possessive rage that he turned from his boys mid-conversation and headed straight over to you. The crowd parted for him like the red sea.

“ ’Scuse me patna, I need to talk to her for a second.”

Malik looked startled, he hadn’t seen him approach. He looked like he wanted to say no, looking between the two of you as the tension rose. Apparently, he waited two seconds too long, because Stack increased his proximity to the man with one large step, a cold stare closed the rest of the distance between them. 

“I ain’t askin’, I’m tellin’ you. Don’t get hurt boy.” He snarked; tone laced with southern venom. And with that, Malik scrammed.

Stack grabbed your bicep, gentle enough not to hurt you— but with enough force that you knew now was not the time to test him. He guided you to the backdoor of the club and slammed it open. The cold air kissed your hot skin and instinctively made you flinch.

“Let go of me, Elias” you snapped, snatching your arm away once it was just the two of you. He turned toward you with a look that made it hard to pinpoint his emotions.

“Who the fuck is that?” He snapped back. You looked away towards the busy street and crossed your arms defensively. The distant sound of impatient drivers filled the silence.

“A friend.”

He sucked his teeth and responded, “Don’t gimme that shit girl, a friend? I just watched how that nigga was lookin’ at you, and it ain’t nothin’ holy or friendship-like on his mind.” Stack was trying to remain as calm as he could given the situation.

“We grabbed food and decided to stop by for a drink, that’s all” you sighed. You rubbed your temples out of frustration. Why the hell was he even here? Stack’s eyebrows lifted at your confession. He stepped closer and cocked his head to the side.

“Fuck you mean y’all just had dinner? That’s what we doin’ now? You goin’ on two-part dates with random niggas?” Now his voice was starting to raise. He looked away in an effort to find his composure, but he felt his heart beating fast with panic. This was the second part of the date?

“I’m not your girlfriend, Elias! I can see who I want, why do you care anyway.” Your voice rang out sharp and shrill against the brick walls of the alley.

Instantly, his head snapped back towards you. He stepped closer. One step, then another, until your back was against the cold brick wall behind you. One of his palms came up beside your head and he leaned in close enough that you could tell what liquor he’d been sipping on. His eyes flicked from your eyes down to your lips, and back again. Almost like he was trying to make sure they were the same as they were the last time he’d tasted them— untouched by anyone else.

“If you ain’t mine…why you lyin’ to me ‘bout who you with, baby?”

And for that, you did not have an answer. You simply looked at him blankly. After a long hard stare, you scoffed and pushed him by his chest away from you, refusing to give him an answer that he already had. You turned around to make your way back inside to find your date. He was probably scared shitless.

“Tell ol’ boy don’t get caught alone in no dark alleys.” Stack’s voice rang out sharp from the alley as you walked away. You rolled your eyes hard.

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A week went by after your encounter with Stack at the club. You’d sent texts, called a few times. He was radio silent. He had stopped randomly popping up at your place with tokens of his affection, and he hadn’t made any attempts to reach out to you himself. Your last text which read, “How long are you gonna do this? Say something” had been delivered nearly 12 hours earlier and he still hadn’t responded.

You were in the middle of sulking and smashing a bag of hot Cheetos when your phone pinged. A soft gasp escaped you and you quickly picked it up.

Lias ❤️‍🔥: You ain’t mine right? Lose my number.

Your heart sank as you re-read the message. So he gets to keep a revolving door of women, but you go on one date now you’re the bad guy? Furiously, you typed out your next response. Your jaw dropped when you pressed send and the message went green.

He blocked me you gasped to yourself.

A few hours went by, and it never came. You kept waiting for it— a slick little follow up, the way he always did when he knew he had gone just a little too far. The response sat final in the text thread. You stared at it until your screen went black. You guys had fights in the past but never like this. Stack had never shut the door completely before, really he had never fully opened it either. But this time felt different.

Fine.

From that moment, it was on. You started answering Malik’s calls on the second ring, you let him take you out to dinner, and when he asked you if he could see you two nights in a row you said yes. One night, he kissed you outside the restaurant after the date. He waited to see if you’d pull away, instead you leaned in deeper. The kiss felt nothing like Stack’s. But the attention was real and constant, and it was better than the half-ass relationship Stack had been giving you. 

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Four days. That’s how long Stack lasted before he tried to fill the void you left behind. 

The woman’s name was Tasha, she was real thick and real bold too. He met her at his club, she was staring him down like she heard all the rumors about him and wanted to know if they were true. This night, she’d been looking extra hard, and Stack was always aware of watchful eyes. 

He took her back to his place with full intent on giving her what she was looking for. Another easy and forgettable night with a face he probably wouldn’t remember in a few months unless they gave him a reason to.

The night started off easy enough once they made it back to his place. Tasha started kissing on him while he was preparing drinks, talking about all the things she wanted to do to him. Her perfume was too sweet and sharp in a way that made him miss the signature fragrance you always wore. Stack wandered over to the couch and sat down, legs spread wide. Tasha was on him immediately, she straddled him without waiting for an invitation, rolling her hips real slow like she already knew what he liked.

Out of habit, he rested his hands on her waist. His fingers didn’t dig in or stroke, wander to her ass, he just sat there looking bored. Tasha continued to pepper kisses across his jaw and he allowed it. But when she made her way to his lips— he turned his head sharply. 

The woman’s body tensed and she pulled away with a frown.

“You good?”

“I’m straight.”

Hesitantly Tasha got back into her groove, dragging her nails down his chest. The silence stretched and he could feel her getting frustrated in the way her body tensed. Still, he kept the same bored expression.

“You sure you good? Cause you actin’ real bored for a man who invited me over.”

Finally, Stack looked at Tasha. She was pretty. Nice body, pretty smile. There wasn’t anything wrong with her, but still Stack didn’t feel a pull low in his belly or any urge to flip her under him. There was no interest in hearing what she sounded like when she came or moaned his name. He just kept thinking about you. How your thighs slotted perfectly over his and how your mouth always tasted like whatever chapstick you’d chosen that day.

“Yeah, you right. I think you should go.” He mumbled, gently lifting Tasha off him by her hips. She didn’t move from where he placed her on the couch. She continued to sit, staring at him in blatant disbelief.

“You serious right now?”

Stack stretched and reached over, grabbing the remote. He clicked a button and the television came on, filling the silence of the room.

“Yeah.”

If looks could kill Stack would’ve been six feet under. 

Tasha rose from the couch hastily, snatching her bag from the coffee table before leaving. The door slammed behind her harder than it needed to and the echo of it sounded through the apartment. Still unphased, Stack let out a heavy sigh as he started flicking through different movies on Netflix. He kept the tv on, letting it consume the silence. Quiet had never bothered him before you.

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Smoke stopped by to check on Stack two days later. Ever since they were in the womb, he knew when something was wrong with his twin. He didn’t knock when he stopped by, he always came in unannounced. Smoke walked into the kitchen and dropped the greasy takeout bag on the counter. He looked his twin over like he was diagnosing how bad the heartbreak was— and he’d never seen it this bad. Not even with Mary.

“You look like shit. Y’ain’t been sleepin’, have you?”

Stack was sitting motionlessly, halfway watching a basketball game with no idea of who was in the lead.

“I’m fine, what you got to eat?”

Smoke nodded his head silently as he started unpacking the food. But he didn’t leave the topic alone just yet.

“Y’all still on that silent treatment?” Now it was Stack’s turn to ignore the question, that was all the confirmation his brother needed. “Once you start catchin’ feelings, nobody else taste the same. Y’know that right?”

At this, Elias shot his twin a look that said leave it be. 

“Ain’t nobody catchin’ feelings.”

“You put that fine ass stallion out the other day ‘cause she wasn’t the one you wanted in yo lap.” Smoke’s voice stayed flat, bored almost. “That sound like not catchin’ feelings to you?”

The temperature in the room stayed the same despite the heaviness of Elijah’s words. As much as Elias wanted to curse at his brother and tell him he was wrong, he was right. Still, he mumbled an annoyed “whatever” and sat across from him at the table, fighting back a smirk when he noticed his favorite Indian food.

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Bad news came the next Tuesday. The gym had put a hurting on Stack, and he was making his way from his car to his front door when Smoke pulled up. Evening was settling over the city, and his shirt was still clinging to his back with sweat from his work out.

“I got bad news.” Smoke said simply. Stack wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt as he slowly approached his brother’s car. If it warranted an in person visit, it was more than bad.

“What.”

“Saw ya girl at the comic bookstore on 5th street. She was with ol’ boy from the club, tall nigga.”

Stack went totally still and the towel in his hand stopped moving over his neck. 

“She still dealin’ with dude?” 

Shrugging once, Smoke held his hands up.  “Look like it to me. They was walkin’ out together and he was holdin’ a bag for her. Looked real comfortable if y’ask me.” He took in his twin’s ragged appearance before adding, “If you love that girl don’t wait too much longer. He got plans for her. I can tell.” That was all. He didn’t comment further, ask what his brother planned to do, or offer further advice. He delivered the last sentence and held Stack’s stare for a second longer than necessary before leaving.

When the conversation with his twin ended, Stack stood in his living room for a long while thinking hard. It was one thing for y’all to be at the club, but a bookstore date? Nah. That’s too close to home. He couldn’t stomach the idea of you going on real dates with this man. Smiling at whatever stupid thing he said, letting him touch you. The uncomfortability of it all settled deeper under his skin the longer he pictured it like a petulant sunburn. You weren’t even trying to hide that you were dealing with this guy anymore. You were just out here, dating in the open like he’d never put his mouth between your legs and made you shake.

Autopilot mode was the only way to describe Stack’s thought process once he entered the shower. The night at the club kept replaying behind his eyelids. The way you looked at him when he caught you. How you went back to Malik instead of staying, instead of going home with him. And especially— how you kept seeing this man even after Stack had told you to lose his number. Pride and jealousy wrenched together in his gut until he couldn’t tell which hurt worse.

When the water from the shower was cut off, he had already made his decision. The only way through this was to make you his. Quickly, he got dressed. Grey sweatpants a black t shirt, and the chain you always played with when you sat in his lap. He was out the door before the water had even fully dried on his skin.

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By the time Stack was halfway to your place he was fully dry and his thoughts had unfogged enough for his good sense to be activated. He couldn’t come over empty handed. He shook his head at the thought of coming to your place and agitating you without having food to soothe you after. Only a fool would do something so stupid. So, like a good boy, he stopped and ordered your favorite food and grabbed your preferred wine and some flowers for good measure. His elders always taught him you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. 

The bags sat in the passenger seat of the car and Stack kept looking over at the flowers like they might disappear if he didn’t check. By the time he pulled up at your place he had rehearsed what he wanted to say a million times over in his head. He was coming to fix things, and he brought things you liked because some part of him thought it might make a difference. He knocked on your door in that familiar rhythm only he used. You knew it was him without checking the peep hole.

When you swung the door open, your attitude was on full display. There he was, bags in one hand and flowers in the other. The familiar scent of his soap clung to his skin and his hair was still damp. The second he laid his eyes on you his expression softened and he forgot everything he planned to say. Except for,

“You datin’ niggas now?” His voice was pained and tight. Your gaze dropped to the items he was holding and drifted back up to his face. Grudingly, you stepped to the side and allowed him to come in.

He watched with greedy eyes as you sauntered into the kitchen to grab wine glasses, hips switching and jiggling your ass as you walked.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is a man who told me to lose his number actin’ brand new?” You grumbled, avoiding eye contact. Stack shut the door behind him with a quiet click. The bags were set down with more care than his voice had. Suddenly, the space felt a lot smaller than it did before. Stack crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes moved over your face like he was looking for something.

“You out here goin’ on dates, my patnas tellin’ me you still spendin’ time with ol’ boy after I caught y’all at the club.” Your expression remained unchanged as you uncorked the wine and began pouring the glasses. “Why you bein’ like this?”

When you still didn’t answer, just raised an eyebrow in annoyance, he increased his proximity. You felt the solid heat of him against your back. He wasn’t touching you— yet. Just letting you feel the warmth of him against you. Then, he brushed his lips against the back of your neck and said, 

“Tell me baby. Why you doin’ me like this, hm? Like I ain’t never stroked you so deep you cried for me ‘cause it felt so good… like this lil body don’t react every time I touch it.” As if on cue he pressed his lips against the side of your neck and you let out a soft involuntary sound, leaning back into him instinctively.

“You made the rules stack. Don’t get mad when I finally start playin’ by ‘em. And you damn sure don’t just get to show up with food and these sorry ass flowers like that fixes everything.”

He pressed his back against your chest fully now and mumbled, “Look at me.” When you didn’t, he gently turned you in his arms by your waist. His voice was barely above a whisper when it came out. “I don’t wanna see you with nobody else. I don’t wanna think about somebody else knowin’ how sweet those pretty lil moans sound when you get like that. So I need you to tell me it still belong to me.”

The audacity of this man was astonishing honestly. You stared at him unblinking. The raw honesty in his voice almost had you until you remembered that last nasty text he’d sent. Then your eyes sharpened.

“I’m not yours. You never claimed me.”

“I’m claimin’ you now” he replied simply, as if it was obvious.

“No” you shook your head firmly. “You only sayin’ that because somebody else wants me. You comin’ over here today doesn’t change that.” His hands came to rest on either side of you on the counter, trapping you in between his arms. 

“I’m sayin’ it ‘cause I mean it. I’m done pretending I don’t”

When he leaned in, you instinctively leaned back. You held his gaze for a moment and he respected the distance. It lasted for only a second. Once his thumb brushed over the exposed skin of your belly, you allowed him to catch your waist and pull you in. Initially the kiss was pride and anger. Teeth and tongue, both looking for dominance. 

The second time your lips joined, it was slow enough for him to slide his tongue against yours in a tantalizing rhythm. A small sound escaped your lips without permission, and Stack’s breathing changed when he heard it. By the time you went in for a third kiss, you were on top of the counter and he was fully between your legs spreading them wider. His hands were roaming under your shirt like he’d been starving for the feel of you.  

“You still mad, I know.” he said the words in between needy kisses. “But I know you missed me just as much as I missed you.” He voice had dropped several octaves and it was rough with lust. Your pulse quickened against his lips as he kissed your throat and he squeezed your hips to show he noticed.

“Fuck you, Stack”

“Oh I’m bout to, baby. Don’t even worry that pretty lil head.”

With that, he lifted you from the counter and you reflexively wrapped your legs around his waist. Straight to the bedroom you went.

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Clothes hit the floor in random pieces until they were all gone. Stack made himself comfortable between your legs and gazed over your features as if he was still deciding how nice he was gonna be to you. Whatever he saw made his pupils become more dilated with lust— most likely your stubborn unwillingness to secede.  When he kissed you his tongue moved slow and thorough like he was trying to make you forget every bit of the argument you two had.

A hand drifted between your legs and he groaned against your lips when he found that you were already wet for him. His eyes flicked down to your sex and back to your face, watching your expression closely as he slid his middle and ring finger inside you. A satisfied grin made its way across his features when your lips parted and your lashes fluttered against your cheekbones.

“This pussy gon’ tell me it missed me even if you don’t.” he cooed as he continued his torment, curling his fingers just right against that spongy spot inside you. Your thighs twitched and a shaky breath passed your lips. Your hips chased his fingers and he drank in every little pleasured expression greedily. He paid close attention every time your expression changed.

“Tell me it’s mine” he murmured. When you shook your head stubbornly, he used his other hand to push your—his— t-shirt under your collarbones and just above your breasts. He latched a hot mouth to your areola, drawing a surprised cry from you as he suckled your nipple gently into his mouth. Your refusal to give in to him ignited something. A third finger joined the others and pressed harder, thumb circling your clit with precision until your thighs started shaking.

“Say it baby, stop playin’ with me. This pussy loves me just as much as I love you.”

A small squeak escaped you as your hips chased his hand desperately. You’d been craving his touch just as much as he’d been craving your presence in his bed at night. Still, in all your stubbornness, you uttered,

“Make me”

When the words he desired never passed your lips, he withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth, holding your eye contact steadily as he tasted your essence. Hungrily, you tugged at his sweats. Stack drew his teeth between his bottom lip when his length sprung free, hard, thick, and leaking pre-cum. You nearly drooled at the sight, not having seen it in two weeks. Before you could touch him, he shifted you onto your back. And before you knew it, your calves were pinned on either side of your hips.

Stack dropped his forehead to yours as he gently dragged the head of his dick between your folds, nudging your clit intentionally each time. He waited until your expression grew needy with want before gently pushing past your entrance. He stretched you slowly, head dropping further into your neck the further he sank into you. When he was buried inside you, he let out a deep exhale. Like he’d been homesick and was finally home.

“Fuck— I missed bein’ this deep inside you. You feel that baby?” He lifted his head now, longingly staring into your irises. “That’s me puttin’ it back where it belong. Go on dates if you want, keep lettin’ that nigga buy you books. But this right here still answer to me. Say it.”

Instead of answering you whimpered and the sound make his stomach tighten. He adjusted his angle so that the head of his dick massaged intensely into that swollen bundle of nerves that only he seemed to find so easily. Your eyes flew open and a high-pitched moan flew past your lips. His breathing hitched as he watched the way your lips trembled. Something real close to satisfaction settled over his features.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Whenever I kiss that lil spot just right you start shakin’ for me. Keep them pretty eyes on me. Wanna see what you look like when you finally stop fightin’ it.”

And true to his word, he stayed right on that spot. Your walls started fluttering around him and he noticed the change immediately. He slowed his strokes, deliberately dragging them out to hear you moan real pretty for him. When your first orgasm hit, your mouth fell open and your eyes went glassy. Stack drew his bottom lip between his teeth as the sight and kept grinding through it, relishing in the way your expression grew desperately needy.

“That’s one. Still ain’t said it though.”

You were still riding through the aftershocks of your first orgasm when he hooked both your legs over his arms and folded you deeper into the mattress. The new angle forced a high-pitched sound he hadn’t heard before from your lips and his eyebrows rose in both enjoyment and surprise.

“Stack— wait. Too much” you stuttered through deep breaths.

“Nah. You said make you, right?” He ground against that small bundle nerves in slow circles and your face twisted with ecstasy. Stack’s own expression tightened with hunger as he watched you. “So I’m gon’ make you. Say it belong to me.”

Unwilling to relent, you shook your head even as waves of pleasure crashed through your core. He saw the refusal sitting behind your eyes and his strokes got meaner, more precise and deliberate. Your stomach clenched again and your thighs trembled against his arms. He felt every little flutter and took pleasure in knowing the words he desired were an orgasm away.

“Say it, baby.”

“It’s yours Elias, it’s yours.” You cried as your second orgasm rose slowly but intensely. His eyes closed and the words fell over him like a prayer. The confession hit him harder than expected. When he opened them again, he was completely focused and he drove deeper.

“Again” he mumbled against your lips.

“It’s yours” you whimpered brokenly. He leaned down and brushed his lips over yours. Not really kissing, just letting you feel the soft heat of his mouth against yours while he kept up that focused rhythm between your legs. Every time the head of his dick dragged over that spot, your pussy clenched and fluttered around him.

“Stack—” you stuttered, voice still shaking. “It feel… it feel so good when you dig in me like that. Right there, please, I think I’m gon cum again”

He moaned softly against your lips, a low intimate sound that was pulled deep from his chest. He kept repeating that same motion, intentionally grinding into that little spot over and over again in relentless strokes. He watched your face the whole time. His eyes tracked the way your brows furrowed and how your lips parted every time he pushed inside you a little deeper. The orgasm started pulling out of you in long, drawn out waves. Those little sounds that Stack had missed so dearly kept spilling past your lips as you creamed around him in messy gushes. His jaw went tight when he felt it.

Right as the orgasmic wave hit its peak, he pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. His were dark with need.

“Open”

You opened your mouth without hesitating, and he let a string of saliva drop from his lips onto your tongue. The second it landed you swallowed and your orgasm intensified hard. Your pussy clenched around him in intense, rhythmic pulses and another rush of cream squelched around his dick. The wet sounds got obscenely loud and Stack’s gaze stayed locked on your face. He admired the way your expression cracked even further, like the sight of it was doing something to him.

“That’s it, good girl baby.” He groaned against your mouth. “Take it just like that. Let me feel how wet you get when I stroke it real deep like this. Tell me again. Who it belong to?”

“You” you sobbed, completely fucked out at this point. “It’s yours, Stack. I promise.”

Something in his expression softened and he kissed you deep and slow while he continued fucking you through the aftershocks, never fully letting the overstimulation fade.

“I got you, mama. This stays mine. These legs stay open for me… this soft lil pussy only gon’ get wet like this for me. Promise me.”

“Yes, anything. You can have whatever you want. This pussy’s yours” your voice was still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck— gon’ make me cum talkin’ to me like that girl” he growled. Only when you had promised yourself to him several times over and your body was trembling non-stop did he bury himself as deep as you’d take him. His eyes stayed locked on yours as he came, and a low, primal sound left his chest while his dick pulsed hard inside you. He watched your pretty face the whole time, like he needed to see you were taking it.

After, he stayed inside you, still breathing hard. One hand stroked over your hip where it met your belly like he still couldn’t believe you’d given yourself to him like this. His pupils were still dilated and searching your face.

“You mine. That ain’t changin’” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. Just a fact he decided to force into existence. You didn’t answer. You were still shaking and your adrenaline was still pumping. The anger hadn’t fully subsided yet but something warm and tender was taking its place. He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, and still didn’t pull out.

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Singing along to BMF by SZA, Deja pulls up to her apartment gate in her navy blue Lexus ES 350. The concierge, an older gentleman named Mr. Stephenson, waves to her with his hat.

“Good evening, Miss Deja,” he cheerfully greets, “back from the vet, I see.”

“Yes sir, she’s all vaccinated and healthy,” Deja giggles, rolling down her back window to reveal a spotted Frenchie puppy with a pink harness on, already barking in excitement. “Uh, now you know you supposed to be laying down and not jumping all on my door.”

“Aw, she’s just excited to be home,” Mr. Stephenson coos, patting his pocket to pull out a few treats. He lets the puppy eat out of one hand and pets her with the other. “You are so brave letting that big, mean old vet give you shots, Francine. Oh yes, you are!” Deja sighs, but couldn’t stop the smile from watching this man, damn near in his 70s, fawn over a tiny French bulldog. Another car pulls up, prompting him to step back reluctantly. “Well, guess I'd better get back to my job. Welcome home, Miss Deja, Miss Francine. And in case I don’t see you until tomorrow, have a great night too!”

Deja waves as Mr. Stephenson allows the gates to open, Francine already whining from the lack of attention. “Night, Mr. Stephenson!”

She keeps driving around the bend until she gets to her parking spot, gathering her purse and keys before opening the backseat. She attaches a leash to Francine’s harness and sets the puppy on the ground, locking her car before walking her inside.

Deja gets on the elevator and rides it to the third floor, guiding the rambunctious Frenchie to her apartment. She unlocks her door and unclips the leash, letting Francine run free inside. Deja follows and locks the door behind her, setting her belongings on the kitchen island.

Desperate to get out of her day clothes, Deja strips and steps into a pair of red shorts and a white fitted crop top. Strolling back into her living room area, she sprawls across the sofa, reaching down to pick up and place Frenchie onto her lap before scrolling her Netflix to find something to watch.

About a month and a half ago, Deja and Francine moved into a new luxury apartment on her 25th birthday. Deja had been eyeing the spot since they started construction, but never made a move because she was already renting a studio apartment downtown, and it was way more convenient to walk everywhere. But due to rising rent prices and an extremely well-timed move-in special, she was able to score a spot. The place was everything she dreamed of, with its modern amenities, stunning views, and a sense of privacy she had never experienced before.

“Fuckkkk, baby right there!”

Deja jumped at the sound before immediately rolling her eyes and groaning.

As amazing as this place was, ever since she moved into the complex, there was one issue that quickly became apparent: her next-door neighbors.

To put it bluntly, they have sex. Very loud, passionate, frequent sex. So frequently that Deja was quickly aware of how thin her walls were during the first hour of move in before her furniture had even made it out the U-haul.

She could hear every moan, every whisper, every smack of bare skin of their activities. No sleep was gotten that first night, and any sleep after that was only achieved after one of them went to work or after an alarming amount of wine was consumed.

A week after moving in, Deja had finally decided to complain to her landlord, who only sighed and rubbed his temples, promising to talk to them, but Deja could tell from his tone that he had done this before and it had never worked.

She talked to other neighbors and members of the community, who all shared the same frustrations, yet no real solutions emerged. She couldn’t be moved since all units were full, and Naomi and Jimmy, whose names she learned from moans and cries alone, seemingly weren’t ever going to be kicked out despite her numerous complaints.

“I’m making that pussy talk, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy, she’s talking!”

“I wish she would shut the fuck up,” Deja scoffs to herself, setting her fur baby aside and getting up to make her way to the pantry to open yet another bottle of wine.

About halfway through her bottle, Deja had tried to distract herself by teaching Francine some tricks and playing tug of war, but that just tired her out, and soon she was out like a light, legs and ears twitching now and then. So instead Deja moves onto something different, whether it be watching a movie, blasting music, playing video games; it was all a great idea for a temporary fix, but nothing would work to distract her mind from her hunching neighbors.

By the time it was 1 AM, Naomi and Jimmy has been going at it for at least three hours now.

No matter what she did, no matter how high the volume, they were louder. It’s like they were competing with her to see who could be the loudest, and they were the reigning champions.

Desperate for some peace and quiet, Deja rips off the covers of her bed and grabs her house keys. She storms her way into the hallway and to the door to her left where the culprits of her horrible temper lived.

Deja's fist connected with the door with a thud, her knuckles aching from the impact. She didn't care, though. She was angry, and she wanted them to know it. "Hello?!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the hallway. "Can you keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep!"

She waited, but the only response was more moaning and grunts. She pounded on the door again, harder this time. "Hello?!" she shouted again. "Can you hear me?!"

Two more minutes of yelling and knocking passed before the door opened to reveal a tall Samoan man, his hair disheveled and his chest bare, showing off his sweat covered tatted skin. He thankfully was wearing a pair of grey sweats and looked surprised to see her, but he didn't seem all that embarrassed.

"Hey, what’s up," he said, his voice casual, like they were old friends. "What can I do for you?"

Deja was taken aback by his casualness. "What can you do for me? What y’all can do is keep it down some, I got work in a few hours and I’m tryna get some sleep,” she said, her voice firm.

Silence rang out in the hallway, the first twinge of silence she got since she came back home, as Jimmy blinks down at her, his face blank.

Deja could feel her blood pressure rising as she smacked her teeth, “Um, hello??”

Jimmy blinks again, “Hm?”

“Hm?” Deja repeated hands on her hips, “Fuck you mean hm? I said can you fucking keep it down some?” He snorts but still didn’t say much, which pissed Deja off even more. She glares at him before realizing he wasn’t even looking at her. “What, did she squirt in your ears or something? And what the fuck is you staring at?”

This seemingly brought Jimmy out of whatever clouds he was in mentally because suddenly his eyes snapped back into hers and he matches her annoyed expression.

“You the one banging on my door early in the morning all barefoot and bra less and you expect me not to stare at you?”

Deja froze and quickly glanced down at herself. She had been so laser focused on confronting the couple that she didn’t even notice her appearance.

Sure enough, when she looked down she didn’t have anything on her feet but an anklet on her right foot.

And while Jimmy couldn’t tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he definitely could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra due to her underboob peaking out from her top riding up a bit. Her areoles were also on half display and her nipples were slightly poking out against the cotton fabric.

Blue screened and embarrassed, it takes Deja a moment for her to yank down her crop and fold her arms over her breasts in an attempt to hide them. Heat floods her neck and cheeks as she stammers, trying to retain her firm tone.

“W-well it’s basic human decency!”

“So is not having your titties on full display, not that I’m complaining.”

“They were not on full display. I would have payed attention to my appearance if I weren’t so focused on trying to get you two to shut the hell up.” She shifts on her feet, suddenly self conscious about her position in the hallway. “And you can’t give me a lecture on human decency when your girlfriend is out here screaming bloody murder.”

“Then it sounds like we’re even on human decency to me,” Jimmy shrugs, looking back into his apartment before chuckling. “Aye mamas–”

“Deja.”

“Deja,” Jimmy corrects, “We’ll keep it down some, okay? Sorry to keep you up.”

Jimmy and Deja stare at each other, one smiling and one glaring, before the latter relents and turns on her heel.

Just then, a pair of arms comes from behind and wraps around Jimmy’s torso. Naomi peeks over his shoulder and watches Deja stomp back to her apartment, the words ‘Hot Girl’ plastered across her mini shorts which was barely containing her bubble butt from bouncing with each step.

Deja unlocks her door before cutting her eyes back towards Jimmy who was also staring at her ass. She quickly flips him off before walking in and slamming the door.

“She seems nice,” Naomi giggles, “If only you weren’t gawking like an idiot.”

Jimmy rolls his eyes. “Baby, if you saw how they were sitting, you’d probably stare too.”

“I tried too, but your big overgrown ass was in the way.”

Jimmy turns around and faces Naomi who stood completely naked, hair a complete mess. “Could have told me to move.”

“Yeah, I probably would have scared her off,” Naomi gestures to her body before wrapping her arms around him, their bare chests pressing up against each other. “We done for tonight or you wanna go again?”

“As much as I’d love to see our hot new neighbor, I don’t think she’ll bless us again.”

“What a shame,” Naomi hums, placing a slow and gentle kiss on Jimmy’s cheek. He quickly turns and catches her lips with his, engaging in a wet kiss that quickly becomes more.

He reaches down and picks her up, her bare pussy pressed against his sweatpants. She locks her legs around him, grinding against his print as he walks back into the house, kicking their door closed.

Deja still heard the rapid tapping of their bed frame against her wall, but aside from that it was she was able to get a quick lick of sleep, so she took that as a win.

The following morning, Deja was getting ready for work when a quick knock was heard from her door. She walked over and opened it, but no one was there. The only remnants of the person who knocked was a small Target bag tied up with a note stapled to it. Confused, Deja bends down and picks it up, reading it aloud.

“Dear Deja, we’re for the noise and for keeping you up. Here’s something that could help, Naomi and Jimmy from 3B. PS, the receipt is under your mat.” She carefully unties the bag and scoffs, “Are we fucking serious?”

There in the bag was an unopened box of noise canceling Bluetooth headphones as well as some doggy earbuds and an ‘I’m Sorry’ card. Deja had half a mind to knock on their door just to throw the bag in the face of whoever answered, but she heard the elevator door close when she stepped out, so she knew they weren’t home.

Instead, she lifts up her mat and snatches up the receipt. She goes back into her apartment and takes pictures of the items before texting them to her best friend, Jade. Aggravated, she hurriedly leashes Francine and goes downstairs to the parking lot.

By the time she dropped her baby off at the doggy daycare and was headed to work, her phone lit up with an incoming call from Jade which she immediately accepts and placed on speaker.

“Bitch, I know you fucking lying to me!”

“Girl I wish I was,” Deja hisses while waiting on a red light, “I asked them to quit fucking all the damn time and they just gonna send me some fucking headphones?!”

“Nasty motherfuckers,” Jade tutted, “sex ain’t even that good for real, they gotta just be bored or something.”

“Well then they need to pick up a hobby or do some puzzles because the fucking audacity.” Pulling up to her job, Deja takes a few sips of her water before pulling down her visor mirror, assessing her face. “I’m getting bags under my eyes now.”

Jade hums and takes a moment to call her daughter down for breakfast. “You know you can always borrow some makeup from me, and if you need some peace and quiet, you can crash at my place.”

“I know, I shouldn’t have to do that though. But I’m gonna go ahead and go in before my supervisor starts blowing up my phone. Tell babygirl I said good morning, love you!” They exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone.

As Deja walks up to her apartment, Francine in her arms, she notices it’s eerily quiet.

No moaning. No grunting. No bumping.

Absolutely no noise.

Normally this would set off alarm bells for her, but Deja had a horrible day at work and wanted nothing more than to lay down and take a long nap.

And so, she did. She made sure Frenchie had fresh water and toys and jumped into bed, work clothes be damned. It was the first true rest she had since she came to the apartment, and she wasn’t going to let it pass.

Deja was able to get almost three hours in before a large bang woke her up. She sat straight up in the dark, her half-awake brain rushing to catch up as more and more bangs and grunts were heard. Twenty seconds later, it finally registered that what she was hearing was the unmistakable sound of her neighbors having sex.

Months and months of sleep deprivation, annoyance, and anger ignited all at once inside of Deja.

She immediately rose off her sofa, tripping in the darkness until she turned on her light. Making her way to her bedroom, she snatched up her duffel bag she typically used for the gym and dumped it all onto her bed. Quickly, she grabbed whatever tops, bottoms, and underwear she can find and threw them in the bag.

“Fucking freaky ass, horny ass motherfuckers,” she cussed out loud, each word increasing in volume, “can’t get no sleep, can’t get no fucking peace and quiet, what the fuck?!”

Zipping the bag shut so hard, she damn near broke it, Deja calls for Francine and picks up the puppy, not even bothering to grab her leash or really anything else aside from her water and food bowl. Hands full, she manages to open her door and slam it behind her, rushing down the stairs and to her car.

She drops her bag on the ground, unlocking her car and placing the frenchie on the front passenger seat. She pauses for a moment to tap at her phone, placing a call to Jade.

“Hey, my girl,” Jade cheerfully answered, “I got Journee in the car with me.”

“Take me off speaker,” Deja demanded.

“Damn… okay,” Jade said, before lowering her voice, “Okay… you off… what happened?”

Deja walks around and opens her trunk, throwing her items in there. “Girl, no! They up here fucking again! I literally cannot take this shit anymore, I’m on the way to your house right fucking now.”

“Are you serious, again?! Girl, how many complains have you put in about these folks? Like at this point you gotta go to the higher ups.”

“Too damn many, and I’ve tried that already and no one has gotten back to me yet! Like I really don’t wanna break my lease but god damn is it fucking hard not to right now.”

“Oh no ma’am, we already losing sleep, we not gonna lose money over them too. Me and babygirl are not even five minutes from the house, just come spend the night or however many you need.”

Slamming her trunk shut, Deja sighs and rubs her temples. “I shouldn’t even have to fucking do this but whatever. I’ll spend the night but I’m gonna be at that office first thing tomorrow. Like as soon as they open, I’m gonna—“

“Oooh, Jimmy right there! Don’t fucking stop, Daddy!”

Right as Deja was about to get into her car, her entire body froze when she heard a familiar voice. Immediately she whipped her head around, following the sound before looking up and gasping loudly.

There, on the terrance belonging to their apartment, was Jimmy and Naomi. Naomi was bent over the railing, her legs spread wide, her head thrown back in pleasure. Jimmy was behind her, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his hands gripping her thighs. They were both fully naked, their bodies glistening with sweat.

Jimmy reached up and grabbed at Naomi’s throat, forcing her to lean back even more so he could kiss her. Their tongues clashed and rolled against each other, the loud smacking of their lips barely comparing to the wet and harsh sound of their skin connecting as Jimmy drills into her.

Deja was frozen in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. It wasn’t until she heard the faint voice of Jade saying her name when she snapped out of it, placing the phone back to her ear and whispering, "Jade, bitch I can see them! They're... they're having sex on the terrace!”

Jade scoff in disbelief and hisses, “Deja, I know you lying to me. I just know you are.”

Deja shook her head, her eyes glued to the scene before her. "No, I am not. They're... they're really going at it. I can't... I can't believe this."

Jade was silent for a moment, then she spoke, her voice filled with concern. "Deja, you need to get out of there. Just get in your car and come over. We can talk about this and figure out what to do."

“Oh I know what I’m gonna do,” Deja whispers back, pulling up her camera on her phone, “I’m gonna take a picture of they ass as proof.”

“Woah, okay time out! Deja, that’s like the last thing you should do!”

“Jade, I am sick and tired of these nasty ass folks, and can’t nobody play in my face like nothing is wrong if I show them this.”

She held up her phone, zooming in with her finger hovering over the camera button. Jade’s voice floated through the speaker, urging her not to. “Girl I know you sick of it, I’m sick of it too, but let’s just think about this for a second.”

“I’m gonna have all the time to think when they are gone from the complex.” And with that, Deja’s thumb pressed the white circle on her screen and took the picture. As soon as she did, a white light emitted from her phone and illuminated the terrace and any area surrounding it.

Jimmy, Naomi, and Deja all froze. The couple’s heads immediately whipped down to the parking lot, their eyes snapping to Deja. Deja looked down at her phone in shock and fear before looking back up at the pair.

They all stared at each other for a beat longer before Jimmy started thrusting again. Naomi gripped the railing more and slightly leaned forward, eyes fluttering.

They didn't stop fucking. If anything, they seemed to go at it harder, their moans and groans growing louder. Naomi even propped up her leg, causing Deja to get a better view of their act, all while Jimmy simply pulled and prodded at Naomi’s nipples before winking.

All Deja could feel was her heart pounding in her chest and the blood rushing to her face as she saw Jimmy’s dick going in and out of Naomi. She couldn’t see that well due to the darkness and how far away they were, but it was enough to make her quickly look away.

She turned and practically diving into her car, her mind racing with thoughts of what had just happened as she sped off.

At a red light, she noticed her hands were trembling when Francine jumped up over to lick them begging for pets. Deja simply moved her back into her seat, noticing her phone was still on the call with Jade. Deja brought the phone back up to her ear and mumbled Jade’s name.

“Thank fucking God, I have been calling your name for a while now,” Jade shouted, “What the hell happened, Deja? I am literally putting on my shoes right now.”

“I’m on the way to your house,” Deja said, her voice low like it didn’t trust itself. “I’m fine.”

“What? Are you sure? The last thing I heard was you saying you were gonna take a picture and—“

“Yeah I just,” Deja interrupted, eyes closing for a moment, “I threw my phone into my car and couldn’t find it until now. I’m at the light by Wendy’s, so I’ll be there in maybe six minutes.”

“Oh… okay. And you didn’t take that picture right?”

“No. No I didn’t.”

“…Deja.”

“I didn’t, I promise.”

Jade sighs in relief, “Okay, that’s good. I’ll see you when you get here. Drive safe, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” Deja replied, but her mind was elsewhere, back in that parking lot, back on the terrace. She couldn’t believe what she just saw, it was like something straight out of a porno.

The way Naomi’s back was arched, the way Jimmy’s frame fully engulfed hers, how they kissed, how they moaned, how they looked down at her before they kept going… why the hell did they keep going?

Why didn’t they stop?

Why did they go faster?

Why did Naomi expose herself even more?

Why did Jimmy wink at her?

Why did–

Three short honks broke her train of thought, the red light clearly showing as green now. Deja sped off, waving in apology to the cars behind her. Some overtook her, some flipped her off, some just moved into another lane, but Deja didn’t even react to any of that.

By the time she pulled into Jade's driveway, she was taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that she needed to come clean and talk to Jade, but as she took her key out the ignition and got out of the car, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, a sense that this was just the beginning of something much bigger.

She dried her hands on the small towel hanging next to her, grinning up at his scrumptious reflection. “You missed me?”

“Mhm. So bad, baby.”

A bigger smile was creeping onto her face as he sat his hat and glasses down by the sink, but then she realized something. Her brows scrunched in confusion. “Why are we talking so low?”

“Tink is sleep.”

“Oh, ok. That must’ve just happened.”

“Which means we got 'bout fifteen minutes, give or take,” he said, hurrying out of his t-shirt and tossing it to the floor.

Her head jerked forward, lips pursed, but she was only partially confused now. “Um, to do what?”

Ignoring her completely, he curved his arms around her waist and licked his lips, trailing wet kisses at the crook of her neck.

“Nope.” She whipped around to face him, throwing her hands up to his bare chest before he could wrap her up too tightly. Or get her too loose.

“Why not?”

He was frowning like she was the one not making any sense. So, naturally, she frowned back, aware that he was the actual crazy person.

“Baby, what if she wakes up? What if she walks in here?”

He shrugged. “Lock the door.”

“But, then, what if she needs one of us and we’re in here with the door locked? Being nasty.”

“Baby, I need you.”

“Mike, you gotta focus, boo,” she instructed, snapping her fingers near his face. “Focus.”

He sighed and dropped his head in defeat. He knew she was right, but his hunger was outpacing all of his good sense right now. “If she needs one of us, I can move quickly.”

“Ok, but she’s right in our bed. What if she hears something? She could be scarred for the rest of her little life.”

“Simple. You the loud one. Just be quiet.”

Her eyes widened as her jaw fell slack, into a smile. “Not ‘Mr. huff and puff, moan and groan’ tryna play me--” They both ducked into near-silent laughter, throwing their hands up to catch the noise before it could go too far. “You be quiet, too, shit.”

“Ok, ok. I will. So, come ooon.” He pressed his body against her plushness, allowing her to feel all the frustration he'd been carrying around with him. Her stomach did a violent flip.

“Mike… I don’t know about this.” She bit her bottom lip, carefully sliding her hands down to his abs, knowing she was very close to giving in. He knew it, too.

“Mama… please," he whispered right against her ear, grazing it lightly with his soft lips. "You know you love the way I make you feel.”

He raised one of her legs and pushed himself even closer, sinking his starving fingers into the suppleness of her thigh. The desperation in his words as well as his unsteady movements had her soaking her panties.

“Baby,” she released a frustrated sigh, “...we can’t. Not while Tink’s in here.”

“But she’s asleep, Crys. Come on, we wastin' precious time.”

She stared at him for a second, just to see how serious he was. He stared back with the eyes of a man who didn’t have a playing bone in his body. Without warning, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up onto the sink, sending more than a few of her products tumbling. One even rolled onto the floor.

“Michael!” she whispered, intensely.

“Just let me…” he begged, going straight for her lips. She dodged his kiss, but his hand was caressing her thigh and slowly creeping up her shorts. “Let me make that pussy feel good.”

She gasped when his lips touched her neck right as those filthy words entered her ears. He was talking to her like their baby wasn’t right in the next room. His brain wasn’t in full control and hers was about to follow, her glossy walls clenching around nothing, begging to be touched. 

"But, babe, you know it's just a cat nap. She ain't even sleep for real," she breathed, eyes closed, neck stretched out and giving him more space.

"We got 'bout ten minutes now."

He was relentless. In the moment, there was only one logical thing she could think to do. She knew she would pay handsomely for it later, but that was a problem for future Crystal. “…Tink, baby, daddy’s home!” she suddenly yelled, covering her face right after.

She watched through her fingers as he backed away, blinking slowly, eyes wide. “Crys…” he whispered. She licked her tongue out at him, laughing uncontrollably at the genuine shock in his expression. He shook his head, unable to hold his laughs seeing her lose it. "I can't believe you, girl.”

"I'm sorryyyy! I didn't know what else to doooo!"

His head slumped back and he huffed toward the ceiling, so dramatically. Of course, she just laughed harder. About two seconds later, Tink ran into the bathroom with a huge smile, rubbing the residual sleep from her eyes. “Daddyyyy!”

“Tiiiiiink!” He scooped his baby girl up, peppering kisses onto her cute little face through her giggles. Then he turned back to Crys swinging her legs up on the sink, and cupped his hand over Tink's ear. “That ass gettin' put smoove through the mattress tonight. Believe that.” Crys' mouth dropped. He'd spoken softly, but he didn't want that to curb the severity of his statement. “And I'm not playin'.”

"Oop!" She pulled her lips in and bit them, letting her head fall. She knew she was in trouble, but it was undoubtedly her favorite kind. She couldn't wait for the sun to go down. "Well, put me through it then."

He chuckled, nodding his head. "...Aight."

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The two of you were laying down on the couch, watching your favorite movie for the 100th time this month. You guys were cuddled up in the spoon position, your back side was on roman so that you could see the tv, and he was behind you with one of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other tucked under you, and conveniently for him right where your breasts were. 

He’s never verbalized this but he loves your titts, everything about them is so addicting—how big they are, how they bounce when you do just about anything, when they tease him whenever they spill out of certain clothing you were, and especially when he sees your nipples harden whenever the two of you have sex. He can't get enough of them. 

He can’t get enough of you. 

Before the movie even turned on, he was already turned on and you hadn’t even done anything. Just by him being close to you, smelling that vanilla and jasmine body wash you love so much, him feeling on your soft and plush stomach he loves to touch on(and push down on while his fucking you), and your voluptuous back side being right on his dick, which was hardening with every passing second. It didn’t help that you were wearing moomoo you knew he loved so much. 

He honestly doesn’t give a fuck about the movie anymore. 

He actually hates this movie, but he loves you more than anything though so he doesn’t care how many times he has to watch it if it means he gets to be close to you. Right now though, all he could think about was pulling that damn moomoo off of you and fucking your sexy ass right on the couch. He needed to hear those sweet moans you make whenever he hits your sweet spot, to caress and suck on those big, brown areolas, and bend you over so he could see your ass recoil as he fucks you through the couch. 

You were very unaware of how primal you were making this man feel because you were zeroed-in on the movie, however, you quickly became aware when you accidentally scooted your ass back on him to adjust your position.You almost instantly felt his girth on your ass right after. 

“I-I’m sorry baby…” you whispered nervously, now fully realizing what you’ve just started. 

“It’s fine,” his voice was low and husky, causing your core to tighten, and your pussy to become slick. “Just watch the movie sweetheart, it’s about to get good.” He doesn’t even know what’s going on. 

You nodded your head as you tried to redirect your attention back onto the TV, It was impossible now, though. Roman's hold on you got tighter, so tight that the veins on his hands and forearm started to become more visible. He started planting kisses on the side of your head, your burning cheek, and then he started to concentrate his warm, full lips on your ear. He hovered his breath over it, planting light kisses on it because, and whispering sweet nothings into it, small  I love you’s, you’re so beautiful’s—and more audibly saying “You know what you’re doing, don’t you, pretty girl?” His hands started to travel down the side of your thigh and stopped at the end of your night gown. “You wearin’ my favorite clothes,” he started kissing on that sensitive spot on your neck. “And you try scooting that ass back on me,” his hand slowly pulled the end of that damned moomoo up. “And you think im not gon do nothin’?” he starts to lick and suck on that sensitive part on your neck. 

As he’s talking to you, or teasing you rather, you’re letting out those sweet, yet pathetic whimpers he loves so much. “Ro, I didn’t-” 

“Oh, you meant it, baby,” He growls and grips on your ass and you let out a breathy moan. “You meant that shit. Now be a good girl and watch that movie, tell me what’s going on.” One of his hands started to tease your big, plump, pussy. 

“Ohh my god!” you gasped and immediately rolled your hips against his fingers for more friction, he noticed this and slowly circled your bundle of nerves. “There she is..” His voice was so provocative now it drove you insane. You didn’t even care about this damn movie anymore. 

“Please don’t stop daddy, mmhh” you breathed out as he was now thrusting his fingers inside your tight hole and rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“I’ll never stop, so long as you pay attention to that tv. I know you can do it sweetheart” He encouraged you while putting you on your back so that he could snake his way down to your soaking pussy. “Go on and tell me, I’m listening” he teased as he planted small kisses on your stomach and spread your thick thighs apart, putting them over his shoulders and locking his arms around them, god you loved the way his muscles flexed when he did this. 

“Th-ohhh fuck.. They’re trying to come up with a p-plan” you stutter, trying your best not to pay attention to Roman’s constant teasing. 

“Oh yeah? What else baby?” He slid his tongue across your entire pussy, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

“And they-they’re waiting for the perfect-” you were cut off by the feeling of roman completely devouring you. His skillful tongue flicking your clit and slurping up your juices like it was his last meal. 

“Daddy please, I'm gonna come!!” you begged as you put your hand on his head, gripping onto his hair as if it would help anchor you. 

“Go on and come for me, baby. Let me taste that shit” He said slowly, then immediately continued to eat your sweet pussy.

You started to shake uncontrollably from all the pleasure, clenching your thighs around roman’s head and moaning his name so loud that you’re sure everyone in the neighborhood can hear you, and you finish all over yourself and roman,who can’t even contain himself anymore. The pressure he feels from your thighs mixed with your voice is driving him clinically insane.  He licks you clean, groaning because you taste so damn good. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” 

You whimpered pathetically since you could no longer form coherent sentences. Roman leaned over you, held onto the tip of your chin, and gave you a deep kiss. “You did so good for me, I know you got another one in you. Don’t you baby? He cooed and gave you another kiss. You weakly nodded at his question. “Use your words, sweetheart.” he commanded. 

“I-I do..” your voice was so shaky and he fucking loved it. He didn't even say anything else after you replied, he just took his sweatpants off, revealing his erection that was already dripping with come. 

He took a second to soak you in admiring your now naked body sprawled out on the couch. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He whispered, stroking his dick a couple of times before lining himself up inching himself inside of you, when he hears your intoxicating moans, he wastes no time sliding all his length inside you with one smooth stroke. He pulled out and slammed back in, hitting your sensitive spot that caused your back to arch off the couch and your face to contort in a way full of burning pleasure.

“Oouu, yes daddy, oh my god..” you whined and dug your nails into his tattooed arm. 

His breath hitched upon feeling your sharp nails, but he didn’t mind one bit. He continued to fuck you hard and deep, grunting softly with each stroke. 

“I love you so much, love this tight fuckin’ pussy, these fucking titties..” he said gruffly,  squeezing onto one of your now sensitive breasts, and his pace started to pick up—getting faster, and somehow deeper. 

“I-I’m gonna come, daddy. Please let me come” you pleaded weakly. Roman looked at you with those dark, lustful eyes of his—drinking up your perfect body under his. He then leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss before putting his lips to your ear and encouraging you to come for him, to let him see and feel how much you love him. And that you did—you squeezed yoru eyes shut and your body jerked and shivered under his as you released all over yourself, roman and the couch. Roman came undone at the same time, still fucking you through your orgasm at the same time. 

“There you go, my beautiful girl, look at all that love you gave me” he alluded to the mess you and him made on that couch. He wrapped you into his arms, and gave you small kisses all over your face. 

You wrapped yourself around roman, not even caring that the movie had ended a long time ago. The two of you just laid on the couch for the rest of the night in a comfortable silence. So much for having a simple movie night. 

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A/N💕: Hello hello you filthy little freaks😩, I hope yall enjoyed this shit. this was another one of those fuck it just post it kind of fics. I tried to do somethings differently, like kind of explore and practice on my smut like writing or whatever, let me know how yall liked it or didn't like it im very open to CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.

I also came up with this shit while I was on the couch watching game of thrones, thought I should add that for some reason.

anyways, thanks for reading, please interact with this!! I love to see what you guys think.

I love yall so much

Roman has no choice but to acknowledge Jacob Fatu. Jacob is crowned as Tribal Chief and instead of wearing the Ula Fala, Jacob destroys it and throttles Roman with the Tongan death grip the last image we see of Roman is choking on his own blood.

the Usos are forced to follow this mad and chaotic Tribal Chief. This Bloodline is all gas, no breaks. The WWE is put on notice.

Roman ruled the Bloodline through manipulation and control. Jacob would rule through fear and destruction.

Imagine an unstable monster holding the Ula Fala pieces while Jimmy and Jey reluctantly follow him because they know how dangerous he is. That changes the entire energy of the Bloodline instantly. It also gives Roman Reigns a completely different story heading into SummerSlam. Instead of defending his kingdom, Roman would be forced to fight to take his family back from someone even more dangerous than himself and rebuild the Ula Fala. Also, Roman apologizing for being a gaslighting bastard would also go a long way. JUST SAYING! That is a far more interesting direction than repeating the same Bloodline formula again.

He punctuated every last word with another brutal thrust before leaning back just enough to watch your ass jiggle, his fingers dug harder into your hips, leaving crescents. His eyes fluttered, nearly falling shut before opening again, his jaw slack as he watched his dick go in and out of your soppy pussy. You’ll be feeling the aftermath for hours. Even with your body trembling from your fourth orgasm of the night, there isn’t a chance in hell he’ll give either of you a moment to breathe.

Through your broken cries and babbles, your message was clear; you wanted him dead so that he could never hurt you or your baby again. The mention of your sleeping infant just down the hall gave you the strength to glare up at him with hot tears streaking down your face.

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, “Uh huh, I hear you lil mama,” his tongue dragged across his teeth. “I hate yo lil trifling ass too.”

Present day

You shifted uncomfortably as the sun peeked through, now shining directly on you with the palm tree no longer casting any shade. Your eyes followed your daughter as she ran around the splash pad with a few random kids, giggling as she stood beneath the spraying water. Jey came walking back from the water slide, shaking the excess water from his hair.

Flashback

Your legs were parted as you braced yourself on bent arms, your body forward as you desperately tried to keep your arch. His hands settled firmly on your hips, holding you in place while his mouth carefully examines every bit of your pussy, letting his fingers and lips do all of the talking. He was beyond tired of hearing your mouth, he’d rather eat that attitude right outta you.

Closing his lips on your clit, the only sounds filling the room were sucking and the muffled groans as another finger eased deeper inside you.

You didn’t have to see him to picture his smug expression as his tongue teasingly grazed your other puckered hole, as if he wanted to prove you didn’t deserve this kind of attention, yet refused to stop giving it to you. His tongue eagerly lapped at your spilling arousal, savoring every drop.

Fucking his fingers into you, he slowly twisted them to stroke against that spot that caused your teeth to sink into your lip as you tried not to cum. A thin strand of saliva stretched between his lips and your pussy before bringing a hand up to thumb gently at your clit, petting her over and over again. “She wanna cum, don’t she, bae?” His thumb was now sopping wet as he continued his circular motions. “Yeah… I feel her.”

Present day

“You coming?” jey asked.

You cocked your head, brows knitting together when you see him holding your daughter’s tiny hand.

“The lazy river? You coming, right?”

As you three walked hand in hand, the scorching concrete beneath your feet and the crowd of people who would occasionally bump into you, didn’t matter. Your mind was going a mile a minute. You would chalk it up to being horny but it’s much deeper than that. You were at your breaking point. You realized that you’re absolutely tired of the stupid bet and every rule that came with it. If anything, you regretted making that dumb shit in the first place.

All it did was force you to realize that maybe you liked the way things were between you and jey. It was reckless and unpredictable…the push and pull could be exhausting, but the way he always found his way back to you? The make up sex, the possessiveness, how aggressive he gets? You crave it. Yeah, it wasn’t always healthy, and sometimes he took things too far. But… it felt like home. It’s exactly where you wanna be. Even though part of you wanted the picture perfect family for your little girl, you wondered if giving in just one more time would really be so wrong. One quick fuck wouldn’t hurt would it? It’ll help you sort out your feelings.

As you swayed slowly along the lazy river, you closed your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun settle over your skin while cool droplets rolled down your shoulders, providing brief relief from the heat. But no amount of cool water could distract you from the warmth pooling beneath your swimsuit, the unmistakable dampness suddenly allowed a pulse to creep in. Heat coiled in your stomach, all the way down to your core. You couldn’t fight this any longer.

•••

“…pleaseeee!” you whisper, though it comes out more like a whine as your palm caresses jey’s dick while he’s driving. You lean across the console, crowding his space while he tries to keep his eyes on the road.

“Don’t wake up my lil girl with all that whining.”

You smack your lips, “I’m serious!”

“And I’m serious,” he shoots back, giving you a side eye before looking ahead again. “What’s up with you? Ain’t we still on that no sex bet?”

“Fuck the bet, I want you.” He won’t turn you down. It’s jey we’re talking about! But more than anything, he wants to know why. And right now… you can’t give him that.

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You pull your hand away and drop back into the passenger seat with a frustrated huff, folding your arms across your chest. “It’s a simple yes or no.”

The turn signal clicks as he slows at the intersection. “You gone tell me why?” he asks calmly, his eyes flicking left, then right before making the turn. “Because I already know there’s a reason behind it.” You keep staring at him instead of the road ahead, watching the muscle in his jaw tighten. “And if I find out it’s because of somebody else—”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and suddenly the words came spilling out. “I just want you… a-and I need you.” You scrubbed at your face, only for more tears to replace it. “I miss us. Please…” Your voice cracked. “Just—just make me feel good when we get home. Please!?”

Jey was now blinking slowly as he stared at you, completely caught off guard. His mouth parted like he had a dozen questions, but instead, all he could say was, “…ight.”

•••

You couldn’t believe it had been so long that your first orgasm of the night had damn near taken you out. You collapsed onto your stomach, completely spent. You should know by now that Jey isn’t taking it easy on you, instead he’s giving you exactly what you asked for.

“Nah, fix that arch and stop running.”

You obeyed, your pulse racing as you force yourself to began fucking back into his thrusts. He smacked your ass every time you threw it back on him, “Show off then baby, this yo dick.”

His length pushed in and out, in and out, massaging and soothing your aching sex. You’d needed him for so long, and the more you let yourself think about it, the closer you were to your orgasm. 

“I—“ you started, but he cut you off with another stroke that made your eyes roll back. “It’s comingggggg,” you exclaimed with a gasp.

“Fight that nut baby, I ain’t done with you yet.”

You tried, you really did. But your head tipped back in a silent cry as Jey caught you by the shoulders, setting a relentless pace. Within seconds, you were cumming again. Jey fucked you through it, coaxing every trembling breath and helpless shudder from you. He knew exactly what he was doing, groaning as your velvety walls clenched around him, he could see the ecstasy written all over your pretty face.

He grew worried when you nearly forgot to breathe, quickly pulling out and flipping you onto your back. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek as his eyes searched yours. A weak, satisfied smile tugged at your lips as you sat up.

“You good, ma?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “…’m sorry.”

The worry drained from his face. “Lay back,” He growled. “And take this dick.”

The deeper he went, the harder your eyes rolled back, your body trembling all over for what had to be the hundredth time tonight. Every inch of your body buzzed with pleasure and exhaustion, yet somehow craved every bit of what he gave you. His hands slid from your hips to your stomach before he slowly began to rock his hips and fuck, he was so fucking deep that you felt him in your stomach.

A low groan spilled from his lips, followed by a string of praises. He wouldn’t stop, drunk on the sight of you, the feel of you — until he asks, “Why you wanna be fucked like this?”

He leaned in, his forehead pressing against yours,“Look at me,” his voice sounded rougher. “Answer me.” You looked at him, lips parting slightly, but you stayed silent. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Your silence only pissed him off, “So you can’t speak? Bet.” His thumb pressed hard circles against your sensitive nub. The assault becoming increasingly overwhelming — irritation bled through as he began hammering into you with an erratic rhythm, not giving a fuck that you were overstimulated.

You fought to keep your composure, but your body betrayed you anyway. Your pussy tensed, shuddering in involuntary pulses around his dick. This orgasm was much more intense, you felt it quickly approaching as you babbled helplessly. “No! Noo daddy, i’m gonna-”

Jey shifted his angle slightly, leaning forward. His hand settled against your stomach, feeling the way it tightened beneath his touch, as your breathing turned uneven. “That’s exactly what I want, squirt on daddy’s dick.”

He was intentionally pressing at your G-spot. It wasn't gentle, whatsoever. Why? Because he wanted front row seats, and more than that, he wanted to be right in the splash zone. He steps back, stroking his length while watching you intensely as your hips bucked wildly and your body curled in on itself.  Pleasure gushed out of you as you bit down on your lip hard, but Jey’s name still broke free from your throat.

Jey let out a low, rough, “Fuck,” His entire body went taut as he hunched forward, thick ropes of cum shooting over your lower belly. “This all you needed, huh?” He breathed, his body still shaking faintly, yet all he could do was watch you come down from your blissful high.