Florida grown, doxie mama, badass tattooed vet tech.

DAY 40

I really wanna go home, but he says I’m safer here. I don’t know why I feel like I should miss home…Daddy says this is my home now. My room is beautiful, just like a princess’s. White elegant molding on the walls, pink silk sheets, a vanity with gold trim. I have so many dolls, books, and dresses—Daddy picks them all for me. He says I don’t have to worry about anything. He takes care of me.

I’m always in my room. He never lets me go outside unless it’s in the backyard, and even then, only for a little while. I sit on the porch steps, staring at the open land beyond the trees, but I never try to leave. I don’t know why. Maybe because Daddy says it’s not safe.

The only people I ever see are the maid and the chef, but they don’t speak to me unless necessary. They don’t even look at me wrong. They can’t. If they do, they go away. Daddy makes them. He doesn’t like when people upset me. But when I upset him, I don’t get to eat. Or I don’t get bath time. Or sometimes… sometimes he punishes me.

Daddy is scary when he’s different.

When he’s not sweet Daddy, he doesn’t smile as much. 

He doesn’t call me his good girl. 

When he’s different, I can’t predict what he’ll do. I just know I have to be extra, extra careful. 

He bathes me. He feeds me. He brushes my hair and dresses me in soft, pretty clothes. Sometimes he reads me stories, and sometimes he plays dolls with me. And sometimes... I am his doll. He tells me I don’t need to think, I don’t need to worry, and that dolls don’t have to do anything but be perfect and quiet and sweet! If I’m not in my room, I’m in his bed. He holds me close, plays in my hair, whispers things I don’t always understand. He says I help him sleep. And one day, I’ll help him even more. I don’t know what that means, but I nod anyway because he likes when I listen. When I’m good, he rewards me with pretty dresses, new dolls, and sweets.

Today, he’s rewarding me. I think.

I’ve been keeping track of the days by lining up my dolls from tallest to shortest every morning. When I wake up, I count them in my head like they’re the numbers on a calendar. It’s now Day 40. On Day 31, Daddy gave me this diary. It’s so pretty! It has pearls, lace, and a pink ribbon bookmark. 

I don’t get a lot of freedom, so he said this was a small way to express myself. He’s so sweet to me!

He kissed my forehead and told me he had work to do today. That meant I had to stay in my room. I pouted, but he gave me that look, the one that makes my tummy feel weird, so I stopped complaining.

The day was long. I played with my dolls for a little while, braiding their hair, changing their dresses. I told them stories about castles and princesses and even a pretend world, the way Daddy tells me stories at night. I tried to read, but my mind felt funny. Sometimes my head gets all fuzzy, and it’s hard to think. Daddy says it’s okay, I think I like that feeling. Then I colored in my books, practicing my letters in cursive like Daddy taught me, but I got distracted watching the window. The sun was so bright today.

But, he came home late. I hate when he works too much because then I can’t go outside at all. I watched the sky turn pink and purple, then dark. 

When Daddy came in, he had a present! 

Ribbons.

Only ribbons.

I don’t know why, but my heart dropped. I thought maybe there would be something else, something more. 

“Are these for my hair, Daddy?” I asked, tilting my head.

He didn’t answer.

I smiled, but I think he knew I was confused because he wasn’t sweet Daddy anymore. His eyes weren’t soft. He didn’t say he was proud of me.

I don’t know what I did wrong.

I didn’t do anything wrong.

Did I?

The air in the room changed. The warmth disappeared. I knew this Daddy. The other one.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I didn’t know what for.

He pushed me away from him, the sudden force sending me stumbling back until I was sitting awkwardly on the bed. My heart raced as I tried to catch my balance, but before I could steady myself, he pulled me over his lap.

It felt like my body was already conditioned to this. I didn't fight it anymore. I didn't fight at all.

But, I used to! When I thought I had control over anything. Back when I thought my body was still mine. The first few times, I squirmed, tried to push him away, tried to scream, to fight him. One time I made him so angry that he squeezed my neck until I went to sleep. But he taught me that I couldn't react like that.

“Good dolls don't fight,” he would say, “Good dolls don't make a sound when they're being corrected.” 

That first time, he'd had to subdue me. Pinning my arms behind me, his body weight pressing down on me, keeping me still as he calmed me, until I stopped struggling. Until I learned. Until I knew what I had to do.

Now, I close my eyes, feeling my body relax. I don't need to think, I don't need to react, I just need to listen.

When I listen, I'm a good doll. When I obey, I'm pleasing him. And pleasing him is the only thing I'm meant to do.

My body still reacts, still feels the sting, still trembles with each movement. But my mind doesn't.

Not anymore.

After he spanked me, he didn’t speak much, just told me it was bedtime. Daddy tucked me in. He kissed my forehead.

“Be good for me,” he said.

I nodded. I will. Because I don’t want the other Daddy to come back.

I don’t like when he’s different.

DAY 41

I woke up to the sound of my door creaking open, it was just him. He came and sat on the edge of my bed, and that’s when I saw it—a box!

“Good morning, princess,” he said, his voice deep, slow and steady.

I smiled sleepily. “Good morning, Daddy.”

He placed the box on my lap. “Today, I’m going to teach you something new.” 

I love when Daddy teaches me new things. It makes me feel special, like I’m learning secrets no one else knows. But before I could open the box, Daddy tsked, tilting my chin up with two fingers.

“Not yet, little doll. First, we have to do your inspection.”

Inspections are important. I have to be perfect. So Daddy has to check me every morning to make sure I haven’t been ruined.

I sat still on the bed, my hands folded neatly in my lap. He started with my face, tilting my chin from side to side, brushing his fingers over my cheeks, my lips. He always checks my teeth, pressing a thumb against my bottom lip, making me open my mouth so he can look inside. He says my smile is one of my best features, and good dolls always have to be pretty. Then, he checked my arms and legs, his fingers tracing over my skin. He was careful around my mark, the branding on my hip, the one that proves I belong to him. His initials burned into my skin.

I don’t remember when he gave it to me, but I remember crying. I don’t ask about the scars. The thin, faint lines on my thighs, the ones that only he knows about. He says they don’t ruin me, they just remind me to be better.

Once my inspection was over, he finally let me open the box. Inside were toys. But not the kind I played with. These were different. Strange shapes, soft materials, things that didn’t make sense to me.

I didn’t understand what they were, not really, but Daddy said I would understand soon. That I would like playing with them. I wanted to ask why but before I could, Daddy reached for the ribbons. The same ones from yesterday.

Before I knew it, my wrists and ankles were bound in soft satin, my limbs useless.

“No talking. You’re prettier that way, aren’t you?” Daddy murmured, tying the last knot with a satisfied hum.

He positioned me how he wanted, my back straight, my head tilted just so. I felt like a doll that sat pretty on my shelf! 

My head felt fuzzy. My thoughts didn’t feel like my own. They never really did when Daddy spoke to me like that.

Then he said we were going to watch something.

The videos were kinda weird. They were naked and doing things that Daddy said felt good to them. He told me to pay attention, so I did. I had no choice. 

“You see those girls?” he asked softly, like he was explaining something simple. “They're just like you, baby. You'll be just like them.” 

I didn't understand everything I saw on the screen, but I was starting to feel something, a warm heat pooling inside me.

He trailed his hand down below my belly button, rising my nightgown and revealing my pussy. I learned that word from him! He mumbled and said, “Such a pretty little pussy poking out for Daddy.”

He keeps it bare down there so it’s always smooth! He said that it was glistening but I wonder why. The satin ribbons kept my legs open while he touched me. He rubbed my clit in little circles and it felt really good. 

I wanted to close my eyes, I wanted to sound like the girls in the video but I couldn’t. He talked to me as he rubbed me. He helped me know that whenever he’s touching me and it feels like this then he’s giving me pleasure. 

He told me, “You cannot orgasm until I give you permission.” I didn’t know what he meant but I knew I had to listen, no matter what. So I continued watching the video, my eyelids felt so heavy. At one point, they rolled back. I managed to stay still and be perfect! It earned me a ‘Good girl’ from him. But before I knew it, I felt something. Daddy knew what it was. He watched as my mouth opened, he rubbed faster and told me that it was okay. 

Oh my gosh! It felt so so good! But it made me feel so weak and sleepy, like that time Daddy gave me a shot in my neck. I heard him call me an obedient little toy but for some reason, I felt like I melted into the bed! All I could do was stare at the screen. I watched as the girl made a really loud sound and her body shook like mine! 

Did she orgasm too? 

Daddy’s hand slowed down as he helped my breathing slow down but it still felt good even though I felt sensitive.  He put his fingers in his mouth and hummed before gently slapping my face. He told me, “You did so good, doll. Whenever you feel that way, tell Daddy that you wanna cum. Understood?”

I nodded, my eyes never leaving him as he sat up. I expected him to remove the restraints, to tell me l'd been good but he didn't. Instead, he reached into his box, his expression unreadable, before standing and walking into the bathroom.

I listened to the water run, my body tense. He was preparing something. Was it another lesson? Another test?

When he returned, his presence alone made me shiver. 

“Look down at what I’m doing to you and focus on what I say.” 

When he pressed a button, it made noise. My body jerked instinctively, a flinch I couldn't control as he pressed it against my inner thighs.

A lump formed in my throat. I wasn't supposed to react unless he told me to. He had spent so long teaching me, training me, fixing me, and I messed it up in an instant.

“You know better,” was all he said, dragging the toy along my thigh again, slower this time.

My eyes rolled back when I felt it vibrating on my sensitive clit. It was so hard to fight back the sounds I wanted to make! Daddy enjoyed watching me slowly break, I enjoyed watching him play with me. Deep breaths and pants escaped my lips, but he didn’t mind. In fact, he teased me. 

“Oh, does my little toy like that?” He asked, making eye contact with me. “Never experienced something like this before?”

My whole body is shaking at this point. But he just got started! I could feel something running out of me and onto the sheets under me. Daddy watched me while he moved the vibrator side to side around, but I kept my eyes on it even though I could feel myself so close to tears! He used one hand to cover my mouth as he turned up the speed. 

That’s when I finally broke. I was beginning to cry, sobbing and hiccuping in his hand. My back arched and I looked at him with watery, pleading and half lidded eyes but he didn’t slow down at all. He simply said, “Cum”. I felt a gush come out of me and I practically couldn’t even control my body at that point. This is what Daddy wanted. He smiled and gave my pussy a few little pats. 

He was nice enough to have the maid bring me a glass of water. I felt a little embarrassed when she walked in and saw me like this. 

He tilted my chin, holding the glass to my lips, slowly pouring the cool water into my mouth. “Sip,” he instructed, watching me carefully. I obeyed, swallowing only when he allowed me to. “Good girl.”  The praise made me forget, just for a second, how tired I felt. After I finished, he wiped a stray droplet from my chin before positioning me again. I sank back into the pillows as he adjusted me, my arms still bound above my head, my legs spread apart just the way he liked.

His hand rubbed slow circles on my tummy, a soothing gesture that made me want to close my eyes and pretend I was somewhere else.

His fingers curled, mimicking tiny legs as they walked down my navel. He looked up at me expectantly, waiting for the usual giggle. But I didn't want to giggle. I didn't want to play.

I didn’t really wanna play any more with him. 

I didn’t wanna learn either. 

I just wanted to take a nap. 

He put a finger into me as he hummed, “Big stretch, there we go.” my body tensed at the uncomfortable feeling. It didn’t hurt but it felt…weird. He groaned as he felt me clench around his finger, but then he began twisting and scissoring his fingers.

I think I like the stretch now. 

Just as I got used to it, he started to slow down and stop! 

Now he has another toy! This one is pretty and pink but there’s no way it will feel good like his finger did! He rubbed the tip of it against my wetness before pushing it inside of me. 

My breath caught. Luckily, Daddy told me it was okay to ‘moan’ so I did. I was really loud too. He began rubbing my clit in circles as he pushed more of the toy in. I heard a sound as it went in and out of me, it must’ve made Daddy feel a type of way because he cursed before asking me, “That one feel good?”

It wasn’t long before I could feel that telltale sign that I was gonna cum again.

“Is babygirl close already?”

I desperately tried to beg as my hips raised off of the bed. 

“Cmon,” he said as he pumped the toy into me, never taking his eyes off of me. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.” 

I did! Barely, but I did! I asked for permission to cum and I’m sure my flushed face told him everything he needed to know. How overstimulated, exhausted, and completely spent I was. And then, just like that, my orgasm washed over me.

My limbs felt heavy, the last thing I remembered was the weight of his hand brushing over my cheek, his voice a low murmur of approval. I didn’t even get to respond. My mind simply surrendered, slipping into unconsciousness like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was normal… right?

Of course, it was. He said so.

When I woke up, I was in his room, my body heavy and sore, my head resting against his chest. He laid on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. The room around us was dark, sleek, and scary…just like him.

His voice startled me. “I watched you sleep.”

He said it so casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. And maybe, to him, it was.

I blinked up at him, my body still sluggish. “For how long?”

“All afternoon.” He looked down at me and kissed me, “You needed it.” 

I must have. The clock on the nightstand showed that it was already evening. He let me sit up, and for the first time all day, I was granted a bit of freedom.

But the moment my feet hit the floor, I winced. Even when he helped me to the bathroom, his arm steadying me, I could barely take a few steps without pain shooting through me.

“You'll adjust.” Was all he said to me. 

Later, after playing outside and eating dinner (a rare privilege since I got to pick my own meal) he gave a new order.

“Go to my room.” 

I hesitated, glancing up at him. That was new. I only ever went there when it was bedtime. But the look in his eyes told me not to question it.

Scared was an understatement once I realized why he wanted me in his room! But I was a little excited too! He wanted to play again but this time it’s me and him. 

What if I mess up? What if he gets angry? 

I hope he doesn’t hurt me. 

When I finally see it, he tells me it’s called his dick. It’s meant to go inside of me!

His strong hands gripped his member, stroking it as he looked at me. He ordered me to lie back and he placed it on my tummy. He explained that’s how deep he’s going to be inside me and it made me worry. 

“Do you want me to split you in half, princess?” 

All I could do was nod. 

I don’t know why but his words traveled all the way down to my pussy. Then I felt it. I felt him splitting me in half, literally. My cunt was spreading around him as he pushed into me slowly. 

I accidentally hollered out in pain as he stretched me out. It was stinging! It didn’t feel like his finger or the toy, the stretch was unbearable. 

He stopped and cursed, I could see the frustration in his eyes. But he didn’t say anything. He only toyed with my clit for a while, before pushing into me again. 

He hissed as he savored the way my pussy stretched to take him whole. It took forever until he was buried to the hilt, but he told me to breathe. He kissed my lips before saying, “My little doll, made so perfect….just for me.”

He was trying to distract me from the discomfort, talking softly and guiding me through the motions, but I couldn’t hide the way my small body, compared to his, was shaking. His pace was slow and his hands gripped my hips tightly as he moved. He held out from moving as long as he could but he told me I felt too good. He rocks his hips and with every movement, I felt him so so so deep. He rested a hand on my tummy, pressing down and feeling the bulge then he placed my hand on it too! 

I swear I could see it moving inside of me just a teensy bit! 

The sight made me wetter, Daddy felt it. He looked down and forced me to look at the sight too. I could see how slick his dick was with my wetness, I really wanted to moan.

So I did! “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” I repeated with the rhythm of his strokes. I did it because it felt really good, too good. I was gonna cum soon! 

“I want to hear you moan like that again, be a good girl and say my name-” And it happened. I didn’t mean too! My body convulsed as I came. 

Daddy was a little upset. I didn't ask for permission.

The moment I realized, my body reacted on its own. I tensed up, my arms twitching as if to shield my face. A stupid, instinctive mistake.

Why did I do that?

He told me before, over and over again, that he would never touch my face. He wouldn't ruin something so perfect.

I let my arms slowly drop, ashamed, hoping he didn't notice. But of course, he did. He always noticed.

Instead, he rolled his hips into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs. My body seized, a choked gasp caught in my throat as the room blurred around me but then—

“Look at me.”

So I blinked, forcing my gaze up to meet his, my body trembling as I did exactly what he wanted. 

He was choking me! That’s why I couldn’t make a sound! That’s why my vision was so hazy. But I never broke eye contact, even when I could see the way his arm flexed as he tightened his grip around my throat! 

My fingers helplessly tried to scratch at his arms, his back, anything I could reach, but it was useless. I couldn’t stop him. I couldn’t even hold onto him properly.

I felt so small. So weak.

My grasp weakened with every movement, my body nothing more than something for him to use. He was relentless, reckless, his pace making my head spin. The heat in my tummy coiled tight, and I knew I was losing myself again.

“You wanna cum again, huh?” 

He loosened his grip on my throat, just enough for me to gasp in a breath.

“Say it,” he demanded.

A breathy “Yes!” spilled from my lips, my voice barely my own. “I-I wanna cum!” I watched, dazed, as his hand moved down my stomach, his fingers pressing deep into my skin.

“My cum’s going right in here,” He groaned. “And I’m gonna cum in this little pussy over and over until it’s made your belly full.” 

I imagined it! But then my mind went blank. I could only feel him going in and out, stroking, pumping, driving himself inside of me. It was like I was on cloud nine, having an out-of-body experience. I felt weightless, like I’d levitated, only snapping back to reality when he gently tapped my face, his lips trailing kisses all over me.

“It’s okay,” He started. “Cum for me again.”

A strangled sound came out of my mouth that I’ve never heard before, a mixture of fear and disbelief, as my throat tightened involuntarily. My heart raced, pulse hammering in my ears, and his wicked smile only deepened the knot in my stomach.

 “That’s it,” he moaned, “….so fucking tight. Cum, baby.” 

As I came, he did too. I felt his cum seeping deep into me, and he was right! I felt my stomach grow slightly, but he never moved. Instead, he held me closer and whispered in my ear, 

“My perfect little doll. I’m gonna stay inside you for as long as I want. You’re mine.” 

As your birthday got closer,you couldn't help but be excited.

That's why you were happily yapping to Solo about your birthday plans,him lovingly looking at you while listening.

You told him about having dinner with your friends (including him) at an Italian restaurant, then about the way you were going to get absolutely wasted at the bar.

"What gifts do you think you gon' receive?" He asked,leaning on his elbow while looking at you.

"That's a million dollar question, Solo." You hummed,trying to think about the things your friends are gonna gift you.

"I think,Chimera is gonna get me a perfume? Since the other day she asked if I liked perfumes; and,Ilaria maybe bought a watch,I don't know. I'm going off my sixth sense,you know?" You teased,smiling sheepishly.

"Oh,my bad." Solo jokingly raised his arms in surrender,and the both of you laughed.

"What's the one thing you want the most?" He asked,and you smirked: this was your perfect occasion.

You and Solo have been friends for over 5 years,and you may or may not have fallen for him,so now you could shoot your shot.

"You."

You said with confidence, while inside your heart the feeling of anxiety and fear of being rejected was rising.

He looked at you with wide eyes,his mouth slowly open.

He stayed silent for some seconds,before he quietly started talking.

"You're for real? Like you actually want me?" He asked with a hopeful tone,looking at you with puppy eyes (that you couldn't quite frankly resist).

You nodded with a little smile gracing the lips that Solo was staring at,and you slowly inched closer to him,giving him a full possibility to back away.

As you finally inched closer to his plump lips,he asked again.

"You're not playing with me?"

"Nah,So. I really really like you. Do you feel the same?" You asked him,and when he eagerly nodded,you almost hurried to kiss his lips.

The feeling was something you've never experienced before,his soft lips hugging yours in a soft embrace,and he deepened the kiss with his tongue,caressing your round cheekbones with his rough hands.

As you pulled away with a red face,you asked him:

"Since when do you like me?"

"For,maybe,3 years? I was too scared to tell you." He said shyly,taking your right hand in his and planting a chaste kiss on it.

"So? Are you going to show me how much you like me?" You smirked,looking lustfully at him.

"Oh,fo' sure,ma. Watch me while I show all my love for you." He smirked,his behaviour doing a complete 360,sliding his hands under your shirt.

You didn’t even have to look, you knew that sound. He’d done it before. He’d always said locks were “a joke” that if he wanted to get in, he’d get in.

You froze in the living room, the discharge papers were in your hand suddenly felt stupid and useless, you’ll be back there soon. The knob turned again.

“Open the door, baby.”

You took a step back as your mind screamed call the cops, but your body refused to move. “Roman, you can’t be here…”

The door clicked open.

He stepped inside casually, like he hadn’t almost killed you two days ago.

“You feeling better, babygirl?” he breathed, shutting the door behind him.

“You can’t be here, Roman,” you said again, this time louder. “I’ve already called the police and they’re gonna be here any minute. They’re already looking for you.”

He smiled, smoothing the fly away in his hair as his tongue pressed against his cheek. “You told them?”

“Roman, I’m serious,” you snapped, “Get out. Get out before they—”

His hand was around your wrist, your phone and papers tumbling from your grip and skidding across the floor. He gripped your jaw as you moved your head away from him.

“Why would you do that, hm?” he asked quietly. “Why would you tell them what happened?”

You couldn’t answer, instead your bottom lip quivered.

“You ran your mouth about us. You. After everything we’ve been through, after everything I’ve done for you—” He stopped himself, his own heartbeat was racing. You could hear it yourself, his breathing was heavy. After a few slow breaths, his grip loosened, and his thumb brushed your cheek. “Baby,” he said, softer now. “Look at me. You’re shaking, sweetheart. You don’t have to be scared.”

You didn’t say anything. Your throat burned.

“I’m not mad,” he lied. “I just need to understand why you’d do that to me. Why you’d want to hurt me like that.” Your lip trembled once more, and he smiled. “C’mon,” he cooed, his fingers sliding to the back of your neck. “Talk to me.”

“You almost killed me,” you said. It came out hoarse and a bit unsure. “I-I wouldn’t have said anything Roman, but you did this. You—”

He dragged his thumb slowly along your jaw, “You really, really make me angry when you say things like that.” He growled. “I. did. not. hurt. you.” You could feel the tension in his body as his chest was rising hard against yours. He looked down at you, “I was protecting you. But you think… these hospitals, these bitch ass cops, can protect you?” He leaned closer. “They’re using MY fucking money. MY time. MY everything to keep you safe! And guess what, angel?” His lips curled into an unhinged, possessive smile. “Guess what the fuck they’re using to protect you…”

“Please… just let me go.”

“You think a piece of paper’s gonna stop me?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head, but the tears were already coming. You didn’t even know if it was fear or guilt or both.

He looked down at you for a long moment. “They’re gonna take me away,” he said finally. “I know that. You made sure of it.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” he cut you off, causing you to flinch. “So maybe we should make the most of it, huh?”

He exhaled through his nose, then reached up, brushing away one of your tears with the pad of his thumb. You knew what he meant.

In Roman’s words, you shouldn’t fight what’s already there, you should stop resisting your body’s calling. He was certain that, with time, you’d accept his love. That one day, you’d finally see things his way. You knew how much he hated when you acted scared, how easily that look in your eyes could set him off. You’d even tried compromising with him before, saying what he wanted to hear, softening your voice, anything to calm him down. But he was still simmering beneath the surface, like always.

“What do you want?” you asked, this was your attempt at being reasonable. But your voice cracked on the last word, and his eyes flicked over to you. “I’ll do anything. J-just don’t hurt me again, please. I’ll call the police and tell them I made a mistake…I-I’ll let you fuck me however you want.”

“You’ll let me?” he repeats, raising his eyebrow. “You’re already mine, kid.”

You decided that for now, it was better to stay quiet and submissive. Fighting him only ever made things worse. You told yourself to breathe, to stop shaking, to let him think he’d won. You coached yourself to relax, to trust him. Trust the same man who seemed to get off on scaring the hell out of you, how does that make any sense!? But if you just stayed still, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. Your pussy will stretch much easier, taking his curvy and extremely thick dick just like he likes it.

You drew in a shaky breath, covering your face in discomfort. You’re still so tight, but you’re slowly loosening up nicely for him. You kept your eyes on his, too afraid to look anywhere else. You were in his lap, his breath hitting your neck as he rocked you against him. He wanted you to feel every ounce of control he still had over you. His jaw was locked tight, a vein pulsing just beneath the skin. Every time you shifted, his grip on your waist tightened until you winced, and then he’d pull back, fists curling at his sides. So, before he snapped again, you reached for him, guiding his hands back to your hips. It was the only way to keep his guard down, the only way to keep yourself safe.

“Good girl,” he groaned, his voice rough in your ear. And though the praise made your stomach twist, you continued moving just how he wanted.

“I missed you,” he says. You couldn’t help the faint smile that pulled at your lips, your body betraying you as his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp as your hips rolled against his. The friction was too much and not enough all at once. A breathy sound slipped from your throat before you could stop it. His hands never stayed still, dragging over you with a kind of hunger that felt more like possession than affection. “Y’know I should hate you for what you did…” his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. “or should I say, for what you’re doing to me?”

His hands were on your hips, forcing you still as he drove into you, “You think you can just walk away, start over, pretend like I don’t exist?“ Each word punctuated by the sharp thrusts of his body beneath yours.

You were just as pathetic as him. Maybe it was the threat, or maybe it was the way he was fucking you senseless, dragging sounds from you that you couldn’t hold back. Either way, you hated how good it felt to fall apart for him.

“Your pussy knows she belongs to me. But what about you, angel? Can you say it for me?”

His eyes dropped, following the slow, slick movement between you. Your wetness clung to the hair on his stomach, glistening where it met his skin, a sticky line connecting you both. Your lips parted, chest rising unevenly as you stared up at him wide-eyed. You whispered the words he’d just said, the sound breaking before you could muffle it against Roman’s neck. His skin was hot and slick beneath your cheek, the salt of his sweat on your tongue as your body trembled through a sharp, overwhelming wave of pleasure. Your breath came out in shallow gasps, each one catching on a sob.

When his name slipped from your lips, the mix of pain, pleasure, and everything you’d been holding in hit you all at once, breaking you open completely. Tears spilled down your cheeks as Roman drove into you harder, each thrust pushing a sob out of your chest.

He slowed for half a second, as if your tears fascinated him. Then he leaned in, sinking his teeth into your skin. You gasped, trembling as he bit down again, dragging his mouth lower until he reached your collarbone. The sound that left you didn’t even feel human anymore, he’d never seen anything more beautiful than you falling apart for him.

“You look prettier when you cry,” he breathed, and the sound of it made your skin prickle. His fingers rubbed your clit slowly, his rhythm building on the last until the tension inside you snapped. His touch matched the rough insistence of his pace. “So, so pretty. Yes, cum for me, my pretty baby.”

“Roman!” you strained.

“it’s okay, sweet girl. look at me.”

You were still crying when your second orgasm hit you again, your body shaking uncontrollably as you finally met his gaze. His thumb brushed a tear from your cheek, smearing it instead of wiping it away. He pressed a few lazy kisses to your damp face. “See? i’m right here. I’ll always be here.”

You shuddered against him, moving like a rag doll as he didn’t bother hiding the way he was enjoying your helplessness. Once he finally slowed, you let your forehead press against his chest, trying to catch your breath. Without warning, he shifted you off his lap, pushing you to sit against him with your back against his chest. Your legs splayed weakly as he gently kissed along your neck. You sagged against him, completely spent.

“Are you sore?”

You nod.

His hand slides between your thighs. His fingers caress your sensitive core. The softness in his tone did nothing to ease the knot of fear in your stomach, “Why?”

He taps your side, “On your knees.”

You get on your knees, knowing exactly where he’s going with this. He stands up, you waste no time swiping your tongue against his head. He tastes sweet, partially because of you, and you can’t help but wrap your lips around his girthy tip. Your hands anchor on his waistline as he pressed you closer, forcing you to take him fully. He didn’t care about the mess you were making, letting it happen as he guided you. His thighs twitched, his hips stuttered a little bit beneath your hands uncontrollably, his abs seizing with every bob of your head.

He thrust harder, one hand shot down, wrapping around your throat. The tightness around your neck made your vision blurry, and he watched as your body reacted to him. You instinctively began clawing at his hand, your nails pressing into his skin as he watched every tremble of your jaw and the same flicker of panic in your eyes that resembled the other night. His own head tilted back, eyes rolling as he savored the control and the orgasm that your spasming throat gave him. Then, he released you, letting you inhale with a desperate gasp, your chest rising and falling as you drank in air.

“Thank you baby, you’re such a good girl.” He moans breathlessly, as his hands guide you upright. You felt yourself on the verge of crying as he pulled you closer, instructing you into the ballet dancer position. You wrap one leg around his waist so that you’re standing on one foot. He loves using this position, you have nowhere to run and he can use you as he pleases like his own personal sleeve. That is all you’re good for, he tells himself.

Your eyes kept drifting closed, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you, but he forced them back open each time with a firm slap across your face. “You can look other men in the eye, but you can’t watch me fuck you?” He wanted every inch of you, every gasp and moan, burned into his memory.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry!”

“I need to hear you say you want me, babygirl.”

“Uh…mmm, want you…i want you!”

“I say the word, you stop seein’ anyone else.”

You could feel yourself getting close as he stroked your pulsating walls. His hand came up, sliding to the back of your neck. “I’m serious, baby,” he whispered, his eyes flicking over your face like he was memorizing it. “If I can’t have you, no one else will.”

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Roman, too much….” You managed to whisper, the dizziness followed you, even though he kept going. “pleaseeee—it’s, i…i can’t!” You groaned as tears rolled down your swollen cheeks. Still, his stamina proved to be more than you could handle. Every thrust made your muscles tighten, your calves trembling.

“You can,” he says, looking at you with a deadpan expression. “you can take it baby, tell me.”

Your body ached from the pressure, every nerve alive with pain and something else you couldn’t name. It hurt to breathe, but you forced out the words he wanted to hear.

He tilted his head, “You’re gonna fucking take it.” He delved deeper into you, “Now, wipe them tears”.

He looked down at you, The intimidation in his voice fades beneath the sound of your cries keeps him going, even as the sirens grow louder in the distance, flashing blue and red through the cracks in the blinds. He only smiles, admiring the dark patches on your skin that bears his fingerprints.

Smackdown is well into its program on a usual Friday night. You've been tentatively seeing to all GM Nick Aldis' needs as his assistant.

"YN!" Aldis catches your attention with a shout as he's looking down at his phone.

"Yes, sir?" You answer his prompt with enthusiasm.

Nick glances up from his phone and nods out toward the locker room area. "Could you please go and fetch Paul Heyman for me?" He asks you. "And Solo as well."

"Sure." You nod. "Can I ask what for? Just in case they ask?" You ask him.

"Just a meeting," Nick replies vaguely.

You nod and take off for Roman's spacious locker room. You come up on the door with 'The Bloodline' scrawled across the door. You knock briskly on the wood and wait for an answer.

A few seconds later, Jimmy Uso cracks the door open and peers down at you. "What do you want, shortie?" Jimmy wastes no time in confronting you.

"Mr. Aldis has asked to see Paul and Solo." You explain. "May I come in?" You ask him politely.

Jimmy narrows his eyes at you and glances around the empty space behind you cautiously. He glances back down at you one more time before he begrudgingly steps back from the door and lets you inside.

"Thank you." You nod at Jimmy and step through the door. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, Roman." You turn your attention to Roman lounging in his chair. "Mr. Aldis has asked to see Paul and Solo." You explain.

"What for?" Roman quirks a brow at you.

You bite the inside of your lip, wishing that Nick had just explained what his intentions were with Solo and Paul. "I'm sorry, he just said it was for a meeting." You explain sheepishly.

Roman's jaw twitches and you watch him beckon Paul over to his side with the subtle flick of his wrist. You remain by the door and watch Paul and Roman whisper to one another for a moment before they both turn back to you.

"Take Solo with you." Roman turns to Solo and nods in your direction. "Paul will join you in a few minutes."

"Oh, okay." You nod and glance at Solo standing stoicly on the other side of the room.

Without a word, Solo stalks over to you and waits for you to leave. You offer Roman a small smile and turn around back to the door.

Solo reaches over you and pulls open the door. You nod at him in thanks and step out into the hall. Solo follows and shuts the locker room door behind him. You wait for the door to shut before starting your journey down the hall silently.

You've been working for Nick for a few months now as his assistant. Roman and The Bloodline have been a nuisance for Nick since he took the job, and you as well. But there's just something about Solo that draws you to him. Despite his stoic nature.

"Sorry to take you away from Roman so randomly." You attempt to make small talk while you walk.

"Don't worry about it." Solo replies dryly.

You nod and continue on the journey back to Nick's office. You get to the door and Solo once again steps ahead of you and grabs the door for you. "Thank you, Solo." You offer him a thankful smile.

Solo nods and you head inside the office. "I have Solo here, Mr. Aldis. Paul will be joining us shortly." You inform Aldis before stepping back over to your desk.

Nick beckons Solo over to his desk and you busy yourself with work while the pair chat. Paul shows up a few minutes later and comes over to your desk.

"Miss LN." Paul greets you. "Sorry for the delay." He offers you an apology.

"No problem, Paul." You reply. "Mister Aldis will see you now. He's with Solo chatting at his desk." You nod toward the boss's desk.

Paul heads over to Nick's desk and you once again get back to your work. A few minutes later Paul and Solo whisper to one another for a moment before Paul points over to you subtly. Solo nods and walks over to your desk.

"Is there something you need, Solo?" You look up from your work at Sikoa.

"Nah." Solo shakes his head.

You nod and Solo remains posted up by the side of your desk. Paul and Nick remain at Nick's desk chatting about something or other.

A few minutes later, the office door swings open and Logan Paul comes sauntering in with a self-entitled smile plastered on his face. "YN!" Logan walks over to you, making a note to ignore Solo. "How's it going beautiful?" He asks you.

"Logan." You reply dryly. "Mister Aldis is busy at the moment." You warn him.

"Fine with me." Logan leans over to your desk. "I came by to talk with you." He winks at you.

Your jaw twitches in annoyance at Logan's advances. Solo catches the subtle gesture and eyes Logan out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm a little busy, Logan. Sorry." You attempt to politely get him away from you.

"No trouble, babe." Logan shrugs. "I can wait." He continues to lean against your desk.

You let out a small sigh, tapping your pen against your palm. Next to your desk, Solo matches your sigh. You watch from the corner of your eye as he uncrosses his arms and steps up to Logan.

"You can go ahead and leave." Solo sizes up Logan. "Now." He stares at Paul with a no-nonsense look.

Logan laughs and turns to Solo but second-guesses himself when he sees the look on Solo's face. Logan backs off and glances at you one more time before he scoffs and exits the office.

"Thanks for that." You turn to Solo after Logan slams the office door.

"He come by often?" Solo leans back next to your desk and crosses his arms over his chest again.

You nod, recalling all the times you've had to put up with Logan meandering around the office when you're trying to work. "Only when he's bored." You answer Solo. "Which just happens to be almost always." You snark.

Paul and Nick finish up their conversation so you don't catch the flare in Solo's nostrils. Paul walks over to your desk and collects Solo before both of them head out.

Nick walks over to your desk after the pair have gone with papers in his hand and questions ready to fire at you. "Did I hear Logan Paul in here a minute ago?" He asks you.

"Mhm." You hold your hands out to receive Nick's papers. "Sikoa scared him off." You muse. "What are those for?"

"Just some copies I need to be made up," Nick replies. "I really should have a talk with our United States champion about his manners." He sighs to himself.

You nod and take the papers. Nick walks off back to his desk and you neatly put the papers into a pile before taking them over to the copier in the other room.

It takes you around 15 minutes to make all the copies that Nick needs. When you come back into the office Nick is talking in a rushed and concerned tone with a couple of the security staff.

"Is there something going on, sir?" You drop the papers at your desk and hurry over to Nick's.

"It seems that Mister Sikoa has decided to teach our US champ some manners himself." Nick turns to you. "The pair were just separated after getting into a brawl backstage." He explains.

Your eyes widen in surprise at Nick's explanation. "Oh." Is the only reply you can muster.

"I'll go have a chat with Mr. Paul," Nick adds. "I trust that you can handle speaking with Mr. Sikoa?" He asks you.

"Of course, sir." You nod. "What would you like me to tell him?" You ask.

Nick bobs his head in thought for a moment before he answers you. "Just please let Mr. Sikoa know that he cannot go around assaulting people backstage. Especially champions." He informs you.

You nod and head off to the trainer's room that they've got Solo waiting in. You nod to the security officers at the door and they let you in.

Inside the trainer's room, Solo is being treated for a minor cut to the eyebrow from the fight. You walk over to him and dismiss the trainer cleaning up his cut.

"That cut looks like it stings." You comment.

"It's fine," Solo replies.

You nod and bounce on your feet, unsure of what to say. "Can I ask who started the fight?" You ask him.

"I started it," Solo replies plainly. "And ended it." He adds.

"Right." You nod. "And can I ask why?"

Solo looks at you through the blood trickling down his face. But he doesn't have to say anything to answer your question. "Yeah...I know why." You bite the inside of your lip. "But you didn't need to. I don't need any help in dealing with Logan Paul." You insist.

"Kind of seems like you did," Solo replies, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I-" You take notice of the smile he's trying to hide. "Okay!" You stifle a laugh but not the amused smile on your face. "Thank you, again, Solo." You thank him in a whisper. "Clean him up and then he's free to go." You turn back to the trainers. "Don't let it happen again, Mister Sikoa!" You glance at him and raise your voice.

Solo nods at your raised tone. "Yes, ma'am."

You exit the trainer room and head back to the office with an amused smile on your face. When you get back Nick is already back from his chest with Logan.

"I presume that your conversation with Mister Sikoa went well?" Nick asks you.

"It did." You nod and sit back down at your desk. "I don't think that this will be happening again." You assure him.

Smackdown is well into its program on a usual Friday night. You've been tentatively seeing to all GM Nick Aldis' needs as his assistant.

"YN!" Aldis catches your attention with a shout as he's looking down at his phone.

"Yes, sir?" You answer his prompt with enthusiasm.

Nick glances up from his phone and nods out toward the locker room area. "Could you please go and fetch Paul Heyman for me?" He asks you. "And Solo as well."

"Sure." You nod. "Can I ask what for? Just in case they ask?" You ask him.

"Just a meeting," Nick replies vaguely.

You nod and take off for Roman's spacious locker room. You come up on the door with 'The Bloodline' scrawled across the door. You knock briskly on the wood and wait for an answer.

A few seconds later, Jimmy Uso cracks the door open and peers down at you. "What do you want, shortie?" Jimmy wastes no time in confronting you.

"Mr. Aldis has asked to see Paul and Solo." You explain. "May I come in?" You ask him politely.

Jimmy narrows his eyes at you and glances around the empty space behind you cautiously. He glances back down at you one more time before he begrudgingly steps back from the door and lets you inside.

"Thank you." You nod at Jimmy and step through the door. "Excuse me, sorry to bother you, Roman." You turn your attention to Roman lounging in his chair. "Mr. Aldis has asked to see Paul and Solo." You explain.

"What for?" Roman quirks a brow at you.

You bite the inside of your lip, wishing that Nick had just explained what his intentions were with Solo and Paul. "I'm sorry, he just said it was for a meeting." You explain sheepishly.

Roman's jaw twitches and you watch him beckon Paul over to his side with the subtle flick of his wrist. You remain by the door and watch Paul and Roman whisper to one another for a moment before they both turn back to you.

"Take Solo with you." Roman turns to Solo and nods in your direction. "Paul will join you in a few minutes."

"Oh, okay." You nod and glance at Solo standing stoicly on the other side of the room.

Without a word, Solo stalks over to you and waits for you to leave. You offer Roman a small smile and turn around back to the door.

Solo reaches over you and pulls open the door. You nod at him in thanks and step out into the hall. Solo follows and shuts the locker room door behind him. You wait for the door to shut before starting your journey down the hall silently.

You've been working for Nick for a few months now as his assistant. Roman and The Bloodline have been a nuisance for Nick since he took the job, and you as well. But there's just something about Solo that draws you to him. Despite his stoic nature.

"Sorry to take you away from Roman so randomly." You attempt to make small talk while you walk.

"Don't worry about it." Solo replies dryly.

You nod and continue on the journey back to Nick's office. You get to the door and Solo once again steps ahead of you and grabs the door for you. "Thank you, Solo." You offer him a thankful smile.

Solo nods and you head inside the office. "I have Solo here, Mr. Aldis. Paul will be joining us shortly." You inform Aldis before stepping back over to your desk.

Nick beckons Solo over to his desk and you busy yourself with work while the pair chat. Paul shows up a few minutes later and comes over to your desk.

"Miss LN." Paul greets you. "Sorry for the delay." He offers you an apology.

"No problem, Paul." You reply. "Mister Aldis will see you now. He's with Solo chatting at his desk." You nod toward the boss's desk.

Paul heads over to Nick's desk and you once again get back to your work. A few minutes later Paul and Solo whisper to one another for a moment before Paul points over to you subtly. Solo nods and walks over to your desk.

"Is there something you need, Solo?" You look up from your work at Sikoa.

"Nah." Solo shakes his head.

You nod and Solo remains posted up by the side of your desk. Paul and Nick remain at Nick's desk chatting about something or other.

A few minutes later, the office door swings open and Logan Paul comes sauntering in with a self-entitled smile plastered on his face. "YN!" Logan walks over to you, making a note to ignore Solo. "How's it going beautiful?" He asks you.

"Logan." You reply dryly. "Mister Aldis is busy at the moment." You warn him.

"Fine with me." Logan leans over to your desk. "I came by to talk with you." He winks at you.

Your jaw twitches in annoyance at Logan's advances. Solo catches the subtle gesture and eyes Logan out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm a little busy, Logan. Sorry." You attempt to politely get him away from you.

"No trouble, babe." Logan shrugs. "I can wait." He continues to lean against your desk.

You let out a small sigh, tapping your pen against your palm. Next to your desk, Solo matches your sigh. You watch from the corner of your eye as he uncrosses his arms and steps up to Logan.

"You can go ahead and leave." Solo sizes up Logan. "Now." He stares at Paul with a no-nonsense look.

Logan laughs and turns to Solo but second-guesses himself when he sees the look on Solo's face. Logan backs off and glances at you one more time before he scoffs and exits the office.

"Thanks for that." You turn to Solo after Logan slams the office door.

"He come by often?" Solo leans back next to your desk and crosses his arms over his chest again.

You nod, recalling all the times you've had to put up with Logan meandering around the office when you're trying to work. "Only when he's bored." You answer Solo. "Which just happens to be almost always." You snark.

Paul and Nick finish up their conversation so you don't catch the flare in Solo's nostrils. Paul walks over to your desk and collects Solo before both of them head out.

Nick walks over to your desk after the pair have gone with papers in his hand and questions ready to fire at you. "Did I hear Logan Paul in here a minute ago?" He asks you.

"Mhm." You hold your hands out to receive Nick's papers. "Sikoa scared him off." You muse. "What are those for?"

"Just some copies I need to be made up," Nick replies. "I really should have a talk with our United States champion about his manners." He sighs to himself.

You nod and take the papers. Nick walks off back to his desk and you neatly put the papers into a pile before taking them over to the copier in the other room.

It takes you around 15 minutes to make all the copies that Nick needs. When you come back into the office Nick is talking in a rushed and concerned tone with a couple of the security staff.

"Is there something going on, sir?" You drop the papers at your desk and hurry over to Nick's.

"It seems that Mister Sikoa has decided to teach our US champ some manners himself." Nick turns to you. "The pair were just separated after getting into a brawl backstage." He explains.

Your eyes widen in surprise at Nick's explanation. "Oh." Is the only reply you can muster.

"I'll go have a chat with Mr. Paul," Nick adds. "I trust that you can handle speaking with Mr. Sikoa?" He asks you.

"Of course, sir." You nod. "What would you like me to tell him?" You ask.

Nick bobs his head in thought for a moment before he answers you. "Just please let Mr. Sikoa know that he cannot go around assaulting people backstage. Especially champions." He informs you.

You nod and head off to the trainer's room that they've got Solo waiting in. You nod to the security officers at the door and they let you in.

Inside the trainer's room, Solo is being treated for a minor cut to the eyebrow from the fight. You walk over to him and dismiss the trainer cleaning up his cut.

"That cut looks like it stings." You comment.

"It's fine," Solo replies.

You nod and bounce on your feet, unsure of what to say. "Can I ask who started the fight?" You ask him.

"I started it," Solo replies plainly. "And ended it." He adds.

"Right." You nod. "And can I ask why?"

Solo looks at you through the blood trickling down his face. But he doesn't have to say anything to answer your question. "Yeah...I know why." You bite the inside of your lip. "But you didn't need to. I don't need any help in dealing with Logan Paul." You insist.

"Kind of seems like you did," Solo replies, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I-" You take notice of the smile he's trying to hide. "Okay!" You stifle a laugh but not the amused smile on your face. "Thank you, again, Solo." You thank him in a whisper. "Clean him up and then he's free to go." You turn back to the trainers. "Don't let it happen again, Mister Sikoa!" You glance at him and raise your voice.

Solo nods at your raised tone. "Yes, ma'am."

You exit the trainer room and head back to the office with an amused smile on your face. When you get back Nick is already back from his chest with Logan.

"I presume that your conversation with Mister Sikoa went well?" Nick asks you.

"It did." You nod and sit back down at your desk. "I don't think that this will be happening again." You assure him.

Jimmy Uso → Only pulls out because he likes making a mess. Is the definition of ‘do it for the plot’ and will sometimes stay inside just to spice things up. He’s reckless on purpose and maybe a little smug too. You know he’s always running his mouth about how much you like being pumped full of his come, laughing as you writhe and whine into the mattress from just how good it feels. 

Rating: 7.5/10. Points docked for unpredictability. Will sometimes finish inside you on purpose then start joking about where the baby crib will fit in the bedroom 🙄

Roman Reigns → He’s moody and you can’t always predict what he’ll do, especially when he’s pent up and frustrated. When he gets in a mood, don’t expect him to pull out at all. For him, it’s about power and control, owning you in every way imaginable. He might even laugh meanly at you, telling you that you ‘knew the risks’ when you let him in between your legs. 

Rating: 5/10. Even more unpredictable than Jimmy. Doesn’t care to pull out when he’s mad or in a mood. 

Solo Sikoa → An expert. A true master of the craft. Such a gentleman and always respectful. Always knows exactly when to pull out and finish on your ass or stomach. Has a perfect record and will only come inside if you specifically ask for it. 

Rating: 10/10. No notes. Always a flawless performance. His self-control is off the charts. 

Sami Zayn → Such a sweetheart. He wants to treat you right, but once things start getting good he can feel his control slipping. He feels you tightening around him and spills inside without even thinking, already remorseful before he’s even finished. He won’t stop apologizing, promising he’ll do better next time (he won’t). 

Rating: 3/10. Means well, but usually gets too caught up in the moment to time it right. 

Jacob Fatu → This man doesn’t pull out of anything nor does he want to. You knew what you signed up for when you let him dick you down like this. He fucks you in the most animalistic ways possible, his enormous cock driving you insane as he bruises your cervix with every powerful thrust. He doesn’t care if you’re on the pill or not - he’s got a breeding kink and loves the idea of knocking you up so he can never leave you alone. 

Rating: -100/10. Has never pulled out of anything in his life and doesn’t intend to start now. 

Tama Tonga → He’s surprisingly good at pulling out despite yapping the entire time. You’re always nervous that he’ll forget, but the man is a pro. Even when he’s spitting the nastiest, filthiest dirty talk, he’ll still pull out just in time, smirking as he does it. He doesn’t mind finishing on your face anyways 😉

Rating: 8/10. Usually yapping so much that you’re worried he’ll forget (though he never does)

Tonga Loa → Our infamous king. What more needs to be said? 

Rating: 1/10. Somehow botches every time but at least he’s apologetic about it. 

Zilla Fatu → Disrespectful as hell. Won’t pull out and certainly won’t apologize for it. Instead he’ll hold your hips down and tell you to ‘take that shit’ while he fills you up. So goddamn cocky that you wanna smack him, but he’s making you feel so good that all you can do is whine and take it. 

Rating: 0/10. Diabolical. 

umpteenth shots of tequila and one sketchy gummy later, you and solo were stumbling down the hotel hallway, giggling like teenagers and failing miserably at keeping quiet. your hand was tangled in his shirt, clutching the soft, worn fabric to steady yourself as your heels wobbled beneath you, the click of them echoing off the walls. solo fumbled through your purse for the key card, his broad shoulders hunching as he muttered about how you always buried it at the bottom, his deep voice tinged with playful frustration. “soloooooo…” you slurred, burying your face in the warm crook of his neck, his scent mixed with the whisky he’d consumed making your head swim more than the liquor. “hm?” he grunted, finally fishing out the card and pressing it to the lock, the green light flashing with a soft beep as he tugged you into the room, the door clicking shut behind you.

“i’m sooooo horny…” you sang obnoxiously, your voice bouncing off the quiet suite’s walls as you navigated the unfamiliar floor plan, your heels sinking into the plush, cream-colored carpet until you found the bed. you flopped back onto it, the cool silk sheets a shock against your flushed, overheated skin, your dress riding up your thighs as you kicked off your shoes with a clumsy flourish, one heel tumbling to the floor with a soft thud. “c’mereeee!” you beckoned, propping yourself on your elbows, your grin lazy and inviting, your lips tingling from the gummy’s lingering sweetness. solo stood at the foot of the bed, his brown eyes glinting with amusement under the dim hotel lighting, the warm glow catching the edges of his tattoos. he peeled off his jacket, tossing it onto a chair with a careless flick, the leather creaking faintly. “yeeeees! get naked first!” you demanded, throwing one leg up in the air in a dramatic, drunken flourish, your words dissolving into a giggle as he tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, muscles flexing with each movement, the light casting shadows that danced across his skin.

“you so fine, daddy… oh my god!” you cooed, your gaze raking over him, the alcohol loosening your tongue as every thought spilled out unfiltered. solo chuckled, low and rough, the sound vibrating through the room like a bassline, settling deep in your core. he kicked off his shoes, the soft thump of them hitting the carpet barely audible over your racing pulse, and crawled onto the bed, his weight making the mattress dip, the springs creaking faintly. “you on one tonight, huh?” he teased, his voice thick with warmth as he hovered over you, one hand bracing himself beside your head, the other trailing up your thigh, his calloused fingers catching on the hem of your dress, pushing it higher. the heat of his touch ignited your skin, a spark that made you squirm, and before you could think, you rolled onto your stomach, pushing your ass back against his pelvis in a playful, drunken grind, the friction sending a jolt through you.

he pushed your dress all the way up, the fabric bunching at your waist, exposing the curve of your hips and the lacy edge of your panties. the cool air hit your skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of his hands as he leaned down, his breath hot against your spine. his tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along the dip of your back, the wet heat of it sending shivers racing across your skin. he sucked gently, then nibbled, his teeth grazing just enough to sting, leaving a trail of warm, tingling passion marks that bloomed like tiny wildfires under his touch. each kiss, each bite, was a claim, a reminder of his presence, and you arched into it, your breath hitching as the sensation built. he paused at the summit of your round ass, pressing one final, lingering kiss there, the softness of his lips contrasting with the roughness of his beard, which scraped deliciously against your skin, making you moan softly into the sheets.

solo’s large palms spread your cheeks, the warmth of his hands enveloping you, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin with a tenderness that made your heart stutter. without a second’s hesitation, his lengthy tongue lapped against your forbidden hole, the sudden, wet heat dragging a moan of disbelief from your throat, loud and unrestrained. “solo…” you gasped, your voice trembling as the sensation overwhelmed you, a pressure that was entirely new, entirely consuming. the alcohol and gummy amplified every nerve, every touch, making the world narrow to the feel of his tongue circling slowly, teasingly, the tip probing with a deliberate gentleness that made your toes curl. the faint citrus scent of lube lingered in the air from earlier bar shenanigans, mixing with the musky warmth of his skin, and you could taste the lingering sweetness of the gummy on your lips as you bit them, trying to anchor yourself.

“relax for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated against your skin, his breath hot and uneven as he paused to kiss the curve of your ass again. you nodded, your cheek pressed against the cool silk sheets, the fabric sticking slightly to your flushed face. you heard the soft click of a bottle — lube, you realized, your pulse quickening as solo squeezed some onto his fingers, the liquid cool as it dripped against your skin, warming quickly under his touch. he spread it gently, his fingers circling your entrance with a unhurried pace that made your thighs tremble, the slickness easing the way as he pressed one finger inside, slow and steady. the stretch was unfamiliar, a deep, aching fullness that made you gasp, your fingers clutching the sheets, the fabric bunching under your nails. the sensation was intense, a mix of both pain and pleasure, lube aiding in the ease, yet the intrusion felt profound, like he was reaching a part of you you’d never shared before.

“you good?” he asked, his voice soft but rough with restraint, his free hand stroking your hip, grounding you. “yeah,” you breathed, your voice shaky but sure, your body adjusting to the slow rhythm of his finger, the way it moved in and out, coaxing you open. “feels… so much. but good.” you wiggled your hips slightly, encouraging him, and he chuckled, the sound warm and intimate, like a secret shared between you. his finger curled slightly, exploring, and the new angle sent a spark of pleasure through you, your breath hitching as you pushed back against him, craving more. the room was a haze of sensory overload, the faint hum of the air conditioner, the soft rustle of the sheets, the distant city sounds filtering through the window, all secondary to the wet heat of his touch, the way his finger stretched you, slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that made your skin slick with a thin layer of anticipatory sweat.

“you’re so tight, mama,” he murmured, his lips brushing the small of your back, his beard scraping deliciously, sending goosebumps racing across your skin. he added a second finger, the stretch more pronounced now, a burn that made you moan louder, the sound muffled as you buried your face in the sheets. you writhed, getting accustomed to the foreign sensation, a deep ache that bordered on pleasure, your body trembling with each careful thrust. you could feel every movement, every subtle shift of his fingers, the slick sound of your bodies natural juices mingling with your ragged breaths. but you wanted more, the alcohol-fueled boldness pushing you to voice the desire you’d kept quiet before. “solo… i want you,” you whispered, your voice breathy but certain. “all of you.” he paused, his fingers stilling, and you felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and searching. “you sure, baby?” he asked, his voice low, checking in like he always did, his hand stroking your hip gently. you nodded, turning your head to meet his eyes, the trust between you making the words easy. “yeah. i trust you. wanna feel you.” his expression softened, a mix of affection and heat, and he leaned down to kiss your spine again, the gesture grounding you. “alright, we’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice thick with restraint as he eased his fingers out, the loss making you whimper softly, your body aching for more. you’d wanted this for a while, every time his heavy cock accidentally pressed up against your puckered hole, you fought back the desire to give him full permission to enter your body. even when you’d brought it up one time, he just chuckled and claimed he would split you open, and what he meant as a threat, sounded like a fuckin’ good time to you. tonight was the night, and you hoped he wouldn’t back out.

you heard the soft squirt of more lube, the scent sharper now, mingling with the warmth of your skin. solo shifted behind you, his hands guiding your hips up slightly, positioning you just right. the mattress creaked under his weight, the sound blending with the faint hum of the city outside. his fingers spread more lube, slick and cool, ensuring you were ready, and then you felt the blunt, goading press of him against you, the feeling heavier, more intense than his fingers. your breath caught, a mix of nerves and anticipation, as he pressed forward slowly, the stretch slow and deliberate, a deep, aching fullness that made your fingers dig into the sheets, the silk cool and smooth under your palms. the lube eased the way, but the sensation was overwhelming, a slow burn that spread through your core, your body trembling as he filled you inch by inch.

“breathe, baby,” he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble as he paused, letting you adjust, one hand stroking your lower back, the other gripping your hip to keep you steady. you exhaled shakily, focusing on the warmth of his touch, the roughness of his calloused fingers against your skin, the faint scrape of his beard as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “let me get in this shit…just like that.” the fullness was intense, a throbbing pressure that felt like it consumed you, yet the trust you had in solo made it exhilarating, the intimacy of sharing this with him grounding you. with every inch he supplied you with, he rested there for a moment, allowing your muscles to expand and get use to the invasion. if your walls could talk, they would be cursing you out for ever allowing him to encroach the tightest hole on your body. they would be screaming at him to get out. the way your cavity was gripping onto every single morsel of his cock, unrelenting and unyielding, fighting every thrust was a test of wills. he coached you through every inch, the conquering of your unused hole and the pillaging of his girth. called you pretty, told you how much of a good job you were doing, but all you could focus on was attempting to breathe and not aborting the mission — seeing through the pain to feel the promised pleasure. “fuck!” you cried out as he slid the last of his shaft inside of you, his pelvis colliding with your ass in that moment. you were completely impaled by his thickness, your distended cavity beginning for reprieve.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice strained, like he was holding himself back for your sake, his breath hot against your neck. “yeah,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you nodded, your body slowly adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of him inside you. “feels… so full.” you rocked your hips slightly, testing the feeling, and the movement sent a spark of pleasure through you, making you moan softly — finally, the light at the end of the tunnel. solo groaned, the sound low and guttural, vibrating through you as he began to move, slow and careful, each subtle thrust sending waves of heat through your body. the slickness of the lube made every movement smooth, the sensation of him pulsing inside you, a rhythmic connection that felt like an extension of your shared heartbeat.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing your ear, his breath hot and uneven, sending shivers down your spine. his hands anchored you, one on your hip, the other sliding up to cup your breast through your dress, his thumb brushing the sensitive peak, amplifying the pleasure. every movement was deliberate, his pace slow but steady, building a rhythm that made your thighs tremble, your body arching into him instinctively. the sensation was all-consuming, the stretch and fullness blending with a deep, aching pleasure that made your head spin, the alcohol and gummy heightening every nerve, every touch. minutes stretched into an eternity, the intimacy of the moment wrapping you both in a cocoon of heat and trust. solo’s kisses trailed along your neck, your shoulders, each one soft and grounding, his beard scraping deliciously against your skin. his hands never left you, guiding, steadying, as he moved with a patience that made you feel cherished, the slow build of pleasure a testament to his care. “you’re doin’ so good, baby,” he praised, his voice thick with affection, and you moaned softly, the words sinking into you, heating you from the inside out.

the pleasure built like a slow-burning fire, each thrust stoking it higher, your moans growing louder, more desperate, as solo’s rhythm deepened, his control slipping as he chased his own release. “baby, i’m close,” he growled, his voice rough with need, his lips brushing your ear. “you want me to—?” you cut him off, your voice breathy but sure. “inside, solo. please.” the trust, the intimacy, pushed you both over the edge, your body shuddering as pleasure crashed through you, a sharp cry escaping your lips. solo’s groan was deep, primal, his hands tightening on your hips as he followed, the warmth of him filling you, grounding you in the moment. you collapsed into the sheets, your body trembling, slick with sweat, the silk cool against your overheated skin.

solo eased out gently, his touch soft as he pulled you close, rolling you both onto your sides, his arms wrapping around you like a cocoon. “you okay, mama?” he murmured, his voice soft now, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple, his beard tickling your skin. you nodded, your breath still uneven, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “mhm, i’m so good,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from moaning, your body heavy with satisfaction. “love you,” you mumbled, the mix of vices in your system pulling you toward sleep, your words slurring as you drifted off, solo’s arms tightening around you. “love you too, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulled the silk sheets over you both. the mattress creaked softly as he shifted, settling you closer, his breath evening out as sleep claimed him too.

morning light filtered through the heavy hotel curtains, a soft golden glow creeping across the room. you stirred, your head throbbing faintly from the excess of tequila, your body aching in places you hadn’t expected. solo’s arm was still slung over you, anchoring your frame, his snores a low rumble against your back. you blinked, squinting against the light, the events of last night flooding back in a rush—the bar, the giggles, the hotel hallway, the overwhelming sensation of solo inside you, the trust you’d shared. “oh my god,” you muttered, a mix of awe and disbelief, your voice barely above a whisper as you shifted, the silk sheets sliding against your skin. solo stirred, his arm tightening briefly before he groaned, his eyes cracking open. “mornin’, mama,” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he caught your wide-eyed expression. “why you lookin’ at me like that?” you laughed softly, your cheeks flushing as you turned to face him, his tattoos stark against his skin in the morning light. “did we… really do that last night?” you asked, your voice teasing but curious, the memory vivid but tinged with the haze of alcohol.

“oh, we did,” he said, his grin widening, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip, his touch gentle but possessive. “you were a champ, baby. took me like you were made for it.” his voice was warm, proud, and you felt a flutter in your chest, the intimacy of the night before settling into something softer, more tender. you swatted his chest playfully, the movement making the mattress creak. “ugh! i can’t believe i let you fuck me in my ass,” you teased, but your smile betrayed you, your body still humming with the memory of his touch. he chuckled, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your forehead. “you loved it, don’t front,” he murmured, his voice playful but laced with affection. you sighed, nestling into him, the warmth of his body chasing away the morning chill. “maybe i did,” you admitted, your voice soft, your fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos. “but don’t think you’re gettin’ that every night. i’m sore as hell.” solo laughed, the sound rich and deep, vibrating through you. “fair enough, mama. we’ll save it for special occasions.”

you lay there for a moment, tangled in the sheets, as a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you, until his phone buzzed on the nightstand, a reminder of solo’s early flight to the next city, the real world creeping in. “you gotta go soon, don’t you?” you asked, your voice quiet, a pang of reluctance hitting you. he nodded, his expression softening. “yeah, but i’m comin’ back to you soon as i can,” he promised, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin. “last night was somethin’ else, baby. you made it special.” you smiled, leaning into his touch, the memory of the night before. “anything for you,” you whispered, kissing him softly, the moment grounding you before the day pulled you apart. you lingered in bed a little longer, the silk sheets cool against your skin, solo’s warmth a promise you’d carry until you saw him again.

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You were brought to a hotel room, placed down on a bed with a blindfold covering your eyes so you couldn’t see what the Bloodline were doing. Your breath hitched feeling four hands gently exploring your body, not knowing that the twins were testing your limits – admiring how your body reacted to their fingers.

“Enjoying yourself, mamas?” Jimmy playfully asked you, feeling his hands grope your breasts. You felt your panties get damp from all the sensations you were feeling in that moment – your legs pathetically trying to close.

“Do you know why we were looking for you all night?” Jey chimed in, slowly making his way to your pants “You drive all of us mad – ever since you came here, you’ve made quite a name for yourself. The way you compete, the way you talk, hell, everything about you makes us hungry.” Your cheeks were warm to this reveal – You were too afraid to even come close to any member of The Bloodline. The way they took down every single opponent that dared to cross them, especially the Tribal Chief. You were craving for at least one member of the faction to fuck you braindead, probably never expected for something like this to happen. You lost your train of thought feeling a pair of lips going up your neck, making their way up to your ear.

“Tell us, Y/N” Jimmy whispered. “Aren’t you hungry for us too?” You gasped feeling him nibble on your ear as Jey began to take off your pants. “You don’t have to be shy.”

You were about to say something before you felt your top and bra come off, shivering from the air hitting your nipples. Jimmy hummed in approval before he started to tug them roughly.

“I…” You started to respond, taking a breath, “I am” The four men chuckle to this reveal.

“In that case, sweet thing.” You hear Roman tease. “Let us have our way with you." After those words were spoken, Roman took a seat, admiring the show as Solo stood beside him, hungrily watches how your body twitches with each gentle touch. Finally, Jey removes your pants to reveal a soaked cunt covered by a pair of panties, eagerly waiting to be used. He kept eye contact with you as he took your underwear off just waiting to see what he’ll do next.

“I think we know how this will go now, darling” Jey finally responded. “Don’t you agree, uce?” looking at his twin brother. “Oh certainly.” Jimmy added “Here, mamas spread your legs and relax.”

You spread your legs wide, allowing Jey to get a better view of your glistening cunt as he begins to hold your legs apart. “You look so delicious; I wonder what you taste like.” Jey growled. As you opened your mouth, you felt his warm tongue slide up and down your clit, not breaking eye contact watching as you melt in front of all four men while blindfolded only seeing pitch black. Jimmy began playing with your hard, sensitive nipples as he started to leave steamy kisses all over your neck. You whined from the sensations you were feeling, the steamy kisses, rough hands groping you, a warm tongue playing with your clit, sliding up and down. Roman smirked seeing you moan and whine, begging for more, feeling his bulge throb through his pants, trying his best to not pounce and do whatever he pleased to you.

“F-fuck!” You sobbed, shaking from Jey’s tongue going in and out of your pussy, your breast being played with and kisses being left all over. You felt like you were going to explode, feeling your stomach tighten from the sensations. “Please…”

“You’re going to cum, baby?” Jey teased as he stopped licking your pussy, allowing his fingers to circle your clit. “Come on, make a mess all over yourself. We want to see it.” You couldn’t take it anymore, “I-I need to- “

Before you could finish, your face was turned and you felt Jimmy kissing you roughly, muffling your moans and cries as Jey removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep in your pussy again, Jimmy squeezing your tits hard and rough as he continues kissing you. As you finally hit your orgasm, you whined into Jimmy’s mouth, cumming all over Jey’s face, your legs trying to close. You could hear Roman chuckle as he watched you ride out your orgasm, Jimmy finally letting your mouth rest, a trail of spit following as well.

With a nod of approval from Roman, finally Jimmy took the blindfold off you – allowing you to see everything surrounding you as your clit throbbed for more attention.

“Ready for more, baby?” Jey asked you, taking his shorts off to reveal his hard cock. Your eyes widened, thinking to yourself how you’ll take it, or how it’ll fit in you. “Now now, mamas. Don’t forget about me either.” You turned your head to see Jimmy without his pants and boxers as well, your cheeks becoming warm. “Now turn over. Jey is going to fuck you while you suck me off.” You turn around to face Jimmy and position yourself on all fours. Making sure your pussy was exposed in front of Jey, you gasped feeling Jey position himself, slapping his tip onto your clit. “Easy doll.”

You cried out feeling Jey push himself into you, your clit throbbing from sensation. It was thick and a little painful, small tear forming in your eyes.

“Aww. Is Jey too much for you mamas? Here.” Jimmy teased, slapping his dick on your face before pushing it in your mouth. You began to adjust to Jey’s size, muffled moans escaping you while you began to bop your head up and down on Jimmy’s length. Jey starts to thrust slowly into you, making sure that you’re not in any pain. His thrusts began to slowly speed up, making your walls clench. Both twins groaning from how good you feel – Jimmy making you take every inch of him in your mouth, his hands grabbing your hair tight and pushing you down further, making you gag a bit. “Fuck, mamas.” Jimmy growled “Your mouth feels amazing.”

Jey chuckled giving you a hard slap across your ass, as his hips buck up with yours, “You like how I fuck your pretty cunt, baby? Do you want some more?” Your sounds were a mix of moaning and trying to grasp for air from how tightly Jimmy was using your hair as handle bars. God, you felt so full, finally getting what you craved for. Finally, being stuffed in a way you haven’t felt before. Both twins’ thrusts get harder and faster, making your stomach tighten again – slowly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Your muffled moans were driving Roman crazy, waiting impatiently to fuck your brains out. Solo, who knows he’s next, has been watching how your body reacted to each thrust in your pussy and mouth – feeling his bulge get harder and harder with your soft cries and moans.

“Are you ready, baby? I’m going to cum soon – I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my cum.” Jey groaned, feeling his cock throb inside of you. “Me too, mamas? Are you ready for me to fill your mouth while you cum too?” Jimmy chuckled. You looked up to the eldest twin, nodding quickly with blurry eyes, feeling your stomach tighten. “Good girl”

With Jey picking up his pace, thrusting disgustingly faster, you whined feeling your stomach tighten even more, like a jack in the box.

“Get ready, doll”

You finally reached your orgasm, your muffled screams tighten your pussy as Jey thrusted one more time, - making his seed explode deep in you. Jimmy pushes your face down, his cum going to the back of your throat, growling as all three of you ride out an orgasm. Jimmy slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, allowing your lungs air while Jey slowly pulls out of you, your pussy leaking with his cum and throbbing from the roughness. Your entire body shaking from how hard you came this time. Jimmy gently lifts your face up with his finger, giving you hot kisses all over your lips “That was amazing, mamas. You did so so well. Now it’s Solo’s turn – Be good okay?” You nodded as he gotten up, pulling his pants back up and giving you another kiss.

Jey gives you a gentle slap on the ass again, as he also gets up and puts his pants back on. “I’m so proud of you, doll.” He turns your face to meet his and gives you a sweet little kiss before he leaves with his twin out of the room.

Your breaths were hoarse, your abused throat made it hard for you to get more air. You looked and see Solo and Roman look at you with full amusement. Roman gives a gesture to Solo, allowing him to have his turn playing with you.

As Solo gotten closer to you, he gets his pants off, his dick poking through his boxers. Your brain still foggy from your previous orgasm, you look into his eyes with pure lust – You can’t wait for what he wanted to do to you.

“Ready for more, princess?” he asked, his hand reaching down to your clit, sliding his finger up and down. You whine from how sensitive your cunt was – you could already feel how wet you were getting again. “Answer me.”

“Ye…Yes.” You replied, wanting Solo to abuse your holes. He smiled and puts his tongue into yours, having a hot and steamy kiss session – Feeling his fingers play with your clit a little faster. He was amused with the way you whine and cry for his fingers to go inside your walls - still throbbing from Jey. “Good. Now lay on your back.” He chuckled removing his fingers from your sensitive hole. You were getting impatient, laying on your back against the soft pillows, spreading your legs. Solo’s eyes were full of hunger and lust for you as he removed his shorts. Your clit throbbed from the sight of his hard, thick cock – just ready for him to make you cum again. Solo positioned himself, slapping himself on your cunt, trying his best not to push himself all the way in you.

Without warning, he slowly pushes himself into you, growling from how wet you were, your whines making your walls tighten – He was incredibly thick. You felt like his cock would poke through your stomach. He gently grabs your throat, squeezing a bit as he thrusts into you, your choked cries making him go harder. “Fuck, princess. You’re taking me so well.” His praises make you look into his eyes begging for him to go faster.

“Y-You’re so big! I’ll cum too fast” You moaned, loving how rough he was thrusting into you – forgetting that Roman was next, you felt your stomach tighten scared of what he’ll do to you. As Solo pushed in and out of you, he burrowed his face onto one of your tits, roughly sucking your nipple as his grip gotten a little tighter on your neck.

“You’re gonna cum again, Princess? I know you want to.” Solo groaned, knowing he was getting close from being rough with you, lifting his face away from your tits and seeing your eyes roll back. You were trying to make sentences but your stomach kept getting tighter. This was exactly what you wanted. “I’m trying not to cum too fast. You’re so tight and needy. You’re doing so good.” He released his grip on your neck and intertwined his fingers with yours, your other hand touching his face.

“I.. I need to cum!” You sobbed, small tears forming from how rough Solo’s thrusts were – his fat cock continuously hitting your sensitive spots. “Yeah? You wanna cum? Cum with me, princess. I got you.” He teased as his thrusts get sloppy – knowing he was holding back from releasing his cum in you.

You let out a high-pitched scream, as you came all over Solo’s cock, one last thrust before his seed burst in you, your vision only seeing white. You knew exactly what was about to happen next. After riding out your orgasm, Solo pulled out of you and leaned in to kiss you deeply, his fingers playing with your hair. “Fuck, princess…You drained me. Let me fix you up.” He gently lifted you up, making sure you weren’t hurt or anything before he kissed you again. Your eyes turned to see a sexually frustrated Roman, sitting in his chair, looking directly at you. You knew he was going to be the roughest with you. Solo then got up, putting his pants, and fixing himself back up.

After he left, you slowly turned to Roman. The Samoan man cocked his head to the side, admiring how your breath hitched from how many rounds of sex. Your pussy still throbbing and leaking cum. He enjoyed seeing how your face looked, hungry for whatever he wanted to do to you. Your stomach dropped when Roman finally got up from his chair making his way toward you.

“Come here.” He motioned for you to get closer on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, you crawled up to him, your eyes looking into his. He smiled, admiring how exhausted you looked, your hair all messy. “Look at you, still horny after two rounds. You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” his words with a sexual undertone. Your cheeks were warm to his degrading. His rough hands exploring your body as you shivered from his touch. You wondered what he might do to you. Noticing his large bulge on his pants, you slowly reached for it. He took noticed and chuckled. “Go ahead, babygirl.”

With his approval, you slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Your mouth watered from the sight in front of you. You stuck your tongue out and gave soft kitty licks to his tip, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head further down his shaft. You gagged from how big he was, your pussy throbbing for some attention. While sucking him off, your fingers made its way to your clit, making small circles around your pearl – a wave of goosebumps hitting your back. Your muffled moans and grasps for air turned him on. He was amused to how tiny you looked under him.

“That’s right, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” Roman muttered, admiring the way you kept your eyes on him while your lips were around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter to his words, your throat being abused over and over. His praises made you throb with impatience, just begging for him to be inside of you.

His grip tightening around your hair and pushing your head down even more, making you gag from his thick length.

You felt so unclean – rubbing circles on your clit, desperate to slip a finger in your walls, sucking every inch of him and not breaking eye contact. You wanted to please him. Your cheeks were warm as he thrusted in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your gags made him want to force his seed down your throat. But he had another idea. What seemed like an eternity, he ripped his cock out of your mouth.

You choked, pouting that he didn’t fill your mouth with his seed. Roman placed his grip on your throat – he loved seeing you beg for his attention, beg for him to use you the way he wanted. “Impatient, are we?” He mocked how you wanted more with a flirtatious tone. You wouldn’t dare to speak.

He chuckled and in that second, he swiftly picking you up, taking a seat on the bed, and set you down on his lap, aligning his cock to your pussy – You gasped feeling his tip slowly stuffing you, adjusting yourself before he pushed his whole length into you. “Oh fuck..” You cried, wrapping your arms around him as he stretched you out, “I know, babygirl.” His words made you clench – making you fight the urge to cum right there on the spot.

His hand placed on your hip, the other grabbing your ass cheek as he began to thrust in you, deep, slow strokes to let you adjust to his size. You tightened your arms around him, holding him tightly as waves of pleasure hit your body. His gaze on your face – he loved how your faces looked while he stuffed you of him, your mouth open with your tongue out. Your breasts jiggling from each bounce on his cock. He loved how you melted for him – how you craved for him.

“You’re so cute like this, baby. The way you melt from how I fuck you. Is that what you’ve wanted for sometime now? Come on. Tell me how bad you wanted this.” His words muffled from your chest. Your breath was shaky, moaning from how he hit your spot everytime he thrusted into you.

“So bad…” You whined. Wanting him to go faster, You could feel your orgasm coming soon.

“Good girl. For now on, you’re going to be my little toy. Only I can touch you and fuck you like this. Understood?” He ordered, tightening his grip around you and thrusting faster.

“Ye-Yes Ro-“

“Yes what, baby. Say it correctly.”

“Yes…D-Daddy..”

“Good girl.”

You throw your head back, not realizing that you signed yourself with him, to be his to use, to make others aware that you belong to him. But you didn’t care. You craved for him to use you like this, for him to hunt you down like this, to be his prey. Your stomach started to tighten as he lifted his head up and kissed your roughly – the sensations you were feeling in this moment made you not want it to stop. You wanted him to keep fucking you like this, you wanted him to make it known to everyone that you’re only his.

“You feel so good, babygirl. You’re taking me so well.”

His praises made you whimper, getting desperate to cum all over his cock. Swiftly, He laid back making his cock stuff you further.

You sobbed into the crook of his neck as his thrusts get faster and sloppier, knowing he was going to cum soon. He felt so good inside of you, you were begging for him to cum in you. You whined when you felt him deliver a harsh slap on your ass and gripping it tightly. You dug your nails into him from how rough he was with you.

“Daddy’s got you, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good.” He growled, knowing he was getting close too. You felt yourself getting closer.

“I-I need to cum! Please, daddy. I need to- “You moaned, your legs beginning to shake. “I know, babygirl.” He growled, admiring the way you were holding back.

You screamed as you came undone on him, your eyes rolling back from the sensation, Roman following behind as he held you tightly as he came, emptying his seed inside of you. His dark chocolate eyes staring into your face – his lips quick to meet with yours and leaving hot kisses all over your face.

“Holy shit…” He groaned, keeping his cock in you as you rode out your orgasm. You and Roman were breathing heavily from the intense round of sex. Your eyes never leaving his before he kissed you again.

“You’re mine now.”

Jey Uso:

“Wakey, wakey, it’s workout time!”

You groaned in annoyance, pulling your blanket back over your head. “It’s too early.” You groggily responded. Jey ignored your complaint, ripping the blanket from off your body and onto the floor.

“Come on, it’s Sunday 9AM, y’know that’s workout day.” You curled up in a ball, trying to shut out the light and his voice. “Can’t we just skip today?”

You didn’t get a verbal response, Jey deciding to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

“Jey!” You yelled, kicking to get down.

He let you down, forcing you to stand up. “There you go, now that you’re up, it’s workout time.” You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’mma be in the garage. I guess you can do some stretches or something before you come down.” He quickly left the room, going downstairs and into the garage where all his weights were.

Once you knew he was gone, you began cursing under your breath like a child after they just got a beating from their Mom.

“Stupid fuckin’ Jey waking me up at 9 in the morning for some trashy exercises. I don’t even need to be in shape!”

You stood in silence for a minute, thinking of how you could get out of working out. With an idea, you grabbed your phone, set a 10 second timer, and got into a yoga position. Once the photo was taken, you attached it to your messages with Jey and sent it to him with a caption.

Doing some stretches right now, but doggystyle is next when you get here 😉

You give it a second before typing again.

Oops, I meant downward dog.

You giggle to yourself, putting your phone back on the bed and getting into a different stretching position. As you exhaled, the sound of heavy footsteps stop in front of the bedroom door before it opens.

“Come on, man, don’t play like that.”

You stand up, giving him an ‘innocent’ look. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing, I’m doing my stretches.” Jey rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, and I know that text wasn’t for no one.”

You giggled, answering this question. “Well, since you’re up here, I say we skip workout day, and lay in bed all day.”

Jey sucked his teeth at your suggestion, but his feet began taking him towards the bed.

Jimmy Uso:

You were sitting on the couch when Jimmy came out of the bedroom, flip flops slapping against the floor. You looked up to see him dressed in a Bloodline tank top with red swim shorts.

“Alright bae, I’m about to go.” You didn’t respond, a pout coming to your lips, making him sigh. “Come on now, don’t start that pouting.” You ignored him, pouting even harder.

“Look, y’know I want you to come, but it’s a boys trip.” You stop your pouting with a groan. “But you know I wanted to go there!” You argued, shutting him up.

After you suggested going to a newly opened waterpark for your birthday, Jimmy declined, saying he didn’t want to go, but here he is days before your birthday, going to the said waterpark.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you when I get back. You want a massage?” You glared at him, making him clear his throat. “We’ll figure something out, but I gotta go.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you didn’t return. “I love you.” He waited until he heard a faint “love you too.” before leaving.

Although you knew you could get over the whole situation, part of you wanted to be petty. You wanted him to be upset, or mad even.

You pulled out your phone and sent a text to him.

Husband’s gone to the waterpark, but you can come make me wet 💦

You sat back and waited until you got a ‘Read at…’ on your text, but it never came. What you weren’t waiting to come was the front door being busted open, and your husband falling on his stomach.

“Who’s in my house!” He yelled, breathing heavily.

He sounded like he just ran a marathon.

You stood up, laughing at him. “Why did you bust down the door like that?” You asked, still laughing.

Jimmy stood up, closing and locking the door. “I saw your text, and I’m tryna figure out who you’re texting, cause it sure as hell wasn’t meant for me.”

You laughed even harder, a surprised expression coming to his face at that. “You think this is funny?” He asked, slowly walking towards you.

You didn’t notice until he was inches away from you, backing away. “Don’t run. You wanna be wet so bad, come here.” You took off running down the hall with Jimmy right on your heels.

Maybe this was your plan all along.

Roman Reigns:

“No, please don't go!” You groaned, hands clinging onto Roman’s wrist.

“Babe, I have to. Triple H wants to talk to me about tonight’s show.” He gently ripped his arm out your hold and went to the closet, picking out some sweatpants and a jacket.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, pretending to text someone. When the door opened, you dramatically jumped and shut your phone off, throwing it beside you.

Roman caught a glimpse of you on your phone, so his eyebrow cocked up. “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” you quickly answered.

He gave you another weird look, but brushed it off while walking to the front door. He was about to open the door when you called out.

“Babe, I was thinking we could do a mini seafood boil for dinner tonight. Can you get the stuff from the store on your way back?” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll get it. See you in like an hour or 2!” You heard him call out before the door slammed shut.

You waited a couple of seconds until you heard his car start up and leave your driveway, and instantly went to the closet and pulled out a red lingerie set Roman got you after his title retainment at a WrestleMania.

Once it was on, you laid in a provocative position, holding the phone up to get a good view of your cleavage before snapping a photo. With the photo attached, you sent a text.

He’s gone for a bit, come over ❤️

It wasn’t even 10 seconds later that the text went from Delivered to Read.

You sat against the headboard of the bed while biting your lip, watching as the three dots popped up.

He sent a voice message.

“Don’t play with me Y/n.” His deep voice spoke in a warning.

You squeezed your thighs together, moaning at the sound of his voice.

You played the part, typing something before deleting it multiple times to make it seem like you were really thinking of a way to explain yourself. In the middle of typing, a call notification popped up to which you quickly answered.

“R-Ro, baby.” You stuttered with a scared tone.

“Y/n, stop playing, I know this is a joke.”

You were quiet for 5 seconds, trying to think of a way to make this believable. “What are you talking about?” You heard him sigh. “You can stop playing around because we both know there’s no one coming over to the house. I’ve ruined you for any other man.”

You broke at that, a whine coming from you. “Roman! You’re so unprankable!” You heard him chuckle, relief coming to you. You thought he was gonna be mad at you.

“Since you wanna play games, stay just how you are on the bed until I get home.” He didn’t give you time to respond before he hung up the phone.

You only closed your eyes and gulped in fear, waiting for him to come back.

Sami Zayn:

You were in the kitchen checking to make sure you had everything for dinner when Sami came beside you. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love, just making sure I got everything for dinner.” While distracted with the ingredients, you missed the sorry expression he had on his face.

“Yeah, about that, uh, I actually have to stay at the arena until 11:30 tonight.”

You dropped what you held in your hand, looking up at him in confusion. “What? But you stayed until 11 last week, and the show ends at 10, and now they want you to stay for almost 2 hours?”

Sami sighed, his hands grabbing yours. “I know, and I’m sorry, but ever since I joined the Bloodline, they need me a lot more. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You didn’t even know what to say so you didn’t say anything at all. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “I gotta go, but I’ll promise I’ll cuddle you to sleep.”

You watched as he walked through the door with his duffel bag in hand, a sigh coming from you. All of this for nothing. You were planning on making a nice dinner as a way to celebrate his new popularity, but his work got in the way.

That’s how it’s always been lately—him blowing you off for his work.

You, rightfully-so, felt angry. If he really cared about you and how you felt, he would've said something to Triple H, but instead, he chooses to say sorry just to do it all again next week.

The anger in you soon came out when you grabbed your phone and began typing.

My man’s gone until midnight so I’m kinda bored and lonely. Wanna come over and cure my loneliness?

You hit send.

To Sami.

Only, the way you texted it, made it seem like it was for someone else.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson. Show him how if he keeps doing this, it could ruin your relationship.

You let the rest of the day pass, no text from Sami coming to your phone. He’ll probably see it later.

After spending all day watching TV and cleaning the house, you found yourself in bed snuggling against his pillow.

You woke up to the feeling of the bed dipping and movement from Sami.

You wait a couple of seconds, letting him get comfortable before you feel his arm wrap around you, but it never came.

You lift your head from the blanket, turning to look at him. “Sami?” You could see his shadow in the dark, his back backing you.

“Hm?” He hummed out sounding tired, but also sad.

“Are you not gonna cuddle me like you said you were?” You asked with a joking tone. If he didn’t want to touch you, then he didn’t have to, but he did promise this earlier.

“I’m sure you had enough cuddling earlier.”

You froze, silence breaking throughout the room. “What?”

“The message. I saw it.”

Oh.

You didn’t think he saw the message since he didn’t respond.

“I don’t know if you meant to send that to me or if you even knew you sent it, but just be honest with me.”

He paused, adding on to the anticipation.

“Are you cheating on me?”

You gasped, sitting up fully. “No Sami, I would never!”

You reached over to your nightstand and clicked the lamp on, wanting to see his face.

“Then what was the message about?” He asked, sitting up as well.

“I just wanted you to see how I felt every time you left. It’s like every week you're at the arena more than you are home. I wanted you to see what our relationship would end up like if you kept doing it.” You explained, voice getting quiet at the last bit.

Another wave of silence came to the room as you waited on what he would say next, while Sami thought of what to say. He knew you were right. The message might’ve been fake, but the truth was that you are lonely and bored.

A sob broke you out your thoughts as you saw Sami’s head drop down and a tear fall on the bed sheets. You sat there guiltily, watching your husband cry.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized, a frown coming to your face.

“Don’t apologize to me you gingerbread, I should be the one apologizing.” Sami smiled at the nickname, your hands coming to his face and pulling him in for a hug.

Together, you both sat crying in each other’s arms, thinking of how one message and an extra hour of work almost broke you up.

Solo Sikoa:

You, Naomi, Jade, and Bianca were sitting in the living room, laughing at something on the TV when Solo came behind you. “Imma go now.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head before leaving.

Seconds after the door closed, the movie was paused by Naomi. “Girl, does Solo show any emotion?” She asked, causing the other two to get into the conversation. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the man smile. Not backstage and not even around you.”

You chuckled. “Guys, Solo smiles all the time, just not when there’s other people around.” The girls took in your explanation, not thinking much of it.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Bianca called out. “You should send an “accidental text” to him and make it seem like some other guy is coming over.”

Cheering was heard from Naomi and Jade was nodding her head in agreement, but you had an unsure look.

“I don’t know guys, I don’t wanna make him mad or anything.” Jade groaned. “Come on Y/n, live a little! It’s just a prank, and I’m pretty sure all couples have done it to each other.”

Naomi and Bianca nodded. “Yeah, I did it to Jimmy, and let’s just say that’s how I came up with the nickname ‘Big Jim’.”

You all broke out in laughter, that small sense of uneasiness quickly washing away.

“Oh alright, what’s the harm in it?”

More cheering was heard as you grabbed your phone. “What should I do?” You asked the ‘experience’ women.

“Send a text like you’re inviting a guy to watch a movie.” Jade suggested. You followed her suggestion, cuddling up in your blanket and taking a picture of the TV.

Watching a movie rn. Kinda boring, but it would be better if you were here 🍿📺❄️

You showed the girls. “Ah, the Netflix and chill emojis really pull it all together.” After their approval, you hit send.

You turned your phone off and continued to watch the movie, somewhat forgetting about your text. That was until the sound of car door slamming and the front fort opening caught everyone’s attention.

There stood Solo, still dressed in his black hoodie, eyes scanning the room carefully. He looked at you and the girls as you all sat innocently on the couch, looking at him weirdly.

He began taking careful steps that were quiet and walked around the house. It was almost like he was searching it, but didn’t want to make it obvious.

That only took about 7 minutes before he was walking out the front door, silently relieved that he didn’t see any evidence of someone else being in the house.

Once the door closed, a groan of annoyance was heard by Naomi. “He didn’t even react!”

Paul Heyman:

just kidding

7 whole days.

it began as a playful jest, a shared spark of mischief among the four couples gathered around the crackling fire pit. the night air was thick with laughter and the smoky scent of burning cedar as the group indulged in a spirited game of never have i ever. the prompt that changed everything came slyly from one of the wives, her voice laced with a teasing lilt: “never have i ever gone a week without sex in my current relationship.” the circle erupted in chuckles, but you and solo locked eyes, your drinks untouched, the challenge unspoken but palpable. a day without each other’s touch was a rarity, a week? please.

you smirked, leaning back in your chair, the firelight dancing across your skin. “solo, you couldn’t last a week. no willpower.” his dark eyes glinted with defiance, a slow, confident grin spreading across his face. “me? i’m stronger than you, baby.” the gauntlet was thrown, igniting a battle of wills neither of you were truly prepared for. the others hooted and egged you on, but this was no longer a game, it was war.

the first day felt deceptively easy, a fleeting moment of confidence. you threw yourself into distractions, determined to prove your resolve. the backyard garden became your sanctuary, your hands buried in cool, damp soil as you yanked weeds and pruned overgrown rosebushes, the scent of earth grounding your restless energy. inside, you scrubbed the kitchen until it gleamed, then meticulously prepped juices for the week, chopping vegetables and fruit with a precision that bordered on obsessive. anything to keep your mind off the heat that simmered just beneath your skin when you thought of solo.

he, meanwhile, sought refuge in the gym, his at-home setup echoing with the clang of weights. you caught glimpses of him through the open door, his muscles flexing under a sheen of sweat, his focus intense as he channeled his frustrations into the iron instead of you. at noon, you sauntered in, testing his limits, wearing nothing but one of his oversized t-shirts that hung loosely over your curves, the hem teasing your thighs. the faint scent of your vanilla body oil clung to the air, and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tightened, his groan low and guttural as you set a plate of grilled chicken and greens in front of him. “you play too much.” he teased, his voice rough, eyes raking over you like a man starving. you flashed an innocent smile, leaning just close enough for him to catch another whiff of vanilla. “just being a good wife, baby.” but his restraint held firm, his strength making a liar out of your confidence. he wasn’t folding, not yet.

day two dawned with a subtle shift, the air between you and solo crackling with unspoken tension. even your morning ritual. a lingering kiss that often led to and breathless gasps as the sun peeked through the curtains, was cut short. you pulled back abruptly, lips tingling, heart racing, both of you hyper-aware that a single spark could ignite a morning quickie. you never turned down the way solo would slide up beside you and taking you from the side, his body warm and insistent, turning dawn into a haze of pleasure. but today, you both dodged it, redirecting your energy with a desperation that bordered on comical.

you dove back into distractions, determined to keep your mind occupied. you grabbed your keys and headed to your favorite home decor stores, the ones filled with soft linens, scented candles, and quirky trinkets that always lifted your spirits. the rustle of shopping bags and the jingle of your keys felt like armor against the ache building inside you. you returned home with an armful of purchases. a plush throw blanket, a set of ceramic coasters, a tiny succulent for the windowsill, hoping the act of nesting would dull the edge of your desire.

but as you stepped through the front door, a sound stopped you cold. it was faint at first, muffled by the walls, but unmistakable: the low, throaty moan that could only belong to you. your heart skipped, a mix of suspicion and heat pooling in your core. the sound was coming from the bedroom, unmistakably from a device. solo was watching one of your private home movies, the ones you’d made in moments of reckless passion, capturing every gasp, every whispered plea. that was against the rules, a blatant violation of the unspoken code of this challenge.

you crept toward the bedroom, your bare feet silent against the hardwood, a mischievous grin tugging at your lips. you wanted to catch him in the act, to see the guilt flash across his face. but as you eased the door open, the moaning stopped abruptly, replaced by the innocuous chime of a tiktok video. there he was, sprawled across the bed, shirtless, his phone propped casually in his hand as he scrolled through random clips; a cooking tutorial, a dance trend, a dog chasing its tail. his face was the picture of innocence, but the slight flush on his cheeks and the way his chest rose a little too quickly betrayed him.

“you so fucking fake!” you accused, your voice playful but laced with triumph as you leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. his eyes flicked up, and a slow, wicked grin spread across his face, the kind that made your knees weak. “i don’t even know what you talkin’ about,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mock confusion, but the glint in his eyes told you he knew exactly what he’d done. you stepped closer, the air between you electric, your voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “you think you’re slick, huh? i heard it! that’s cheating, solo.” he shrugged, tossing his phone aside and stretching back against the pillows, his body a deliberate taunt. “i’m chillin’.” but the heat in his gaze and the way his hand lingered near his waistband said otherwise. you held his stare, refusing to break, but the memory of those moans —YOUR moans — echoed in your mind, threatening to unravel you both. “you delusional, girl. i think this shit startin’ to drive you crazy…you can always give up.”

by day four, the game had turned torturous. your distractions, gardening, cooking, reorganizing the pantry, had lost their appeal. the ache for solo’s touch had grown into a relentless pulse, a need that coiled tighter with every passing hour. you wanted him. craved the weight of his body pinning you down, the way he’d bend you over and make you take every inch of him. he seemed to have made a pact with some higher power for unshakable willpower. he was everywhere, shirtless and infuriatingly tempting, his broad shoulders and large chest glistening as he moved through the house. he’d taken to fixing things, things he’d procrastinated on for months, always insisting you hire someone. the creaky cabinet door? tightened. the leaky faucet in the bathroom? repaired with a focus that made your thighs clench. he’d even washed your car by hand, his muscles flexing as he scrubbed the hood, water dripping down his tattoos in a way that felt like a personal attack.

then came the final blow: he cooked. breakfast was fluffy pancakes drizzled with warm maple syrup, lunch a perfectly seared steak salad, and dinner a creamy pasta that filled the house with the rich aroma of garlic and herbs. he capped it off with a promise that sent a shiver down your spine, a full body massage and a movie in bed. you knew his game. netflix and chill was never just netflix with solo, his hands, his lips, the way he’d press himself against you always led to more. a full-body massage was a trap, a direct assault on your crumbling resolve. so you countered, voice firm despite the heat pooling in your core. “just a foot rub, solo. that’s it.” he raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes, but he agreed, settling at the foot of the bed with a bottle of lavender-scented oil.

his large hands enveloped your foot, warm and strong, his fingers working with deliberate care. he started at your toes, kneading gently, then moved to the ball of your foot, his touch firm yet tender. you couldn’t hold back the soft moan that slipped out, the sensation sending sparks up your leg. but when his thumb pressed into the arch of your foot, slow and rhythmic, it was like he’d found a secret wire connected directly to your core. a shockwave of pleasure shot through you, unfamiliar but undeniable, your body responding as if he were stroking somewhere far more intimate.

“right there,” you murmured, voice husky, sinking deeper into the pillows. you shifted subtly, crossing one leg over the other, pressing your thighs together to quell the throbbing ache between them. but solo noticed everything. his hands paused, his gaze snapping to yours, a mix of shock and wicked delight spreading across his face. “yo, what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, almost accusatory, but laced with a grin. before you could protest, he gently uncrossed your legs, spreading them just enough to expose the damp heat radiating from you. his fingers brushed the fabric of your panties, pressing lightly against the soaked center, and his eyes widened in mock disbelief. “you nutted off that?”

your cheeks burned, but the challenge in his gaze reignited your defiance. “not yet,” you shot back, voice trembling with need. intrigue flickered across solo’s face, his dark eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and hunger. he took your foot in his hand again, his touch deliberate, pressing his thumb back into that same electric spot on your arch. he rotated it slowly, circling the pressure point with a precision that made your body writhe, a soft whimper escaping your lips as you squirmed against the sheets. the air felt thick, heavy with the scent of lavender oil and the raw heat between you. he couldn’t believe it, his touch alone, on your foot, was unraveling you, and the sight of you trembling under his control was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “fuck, ‘sefa…” you panted, your throat dry, voice cracking with the anticipation of a release that was inevitable. the sensation hit you like a violent current, a wave of pleasure ripping through your body, leaving you gasping, your back arching off the bed. he watched, mesmerized, his breath hitching as he marveled at the power he held over you.

“that was so fuckin’ sexy,” he growled, his voice thick with desire, eyes locked on yours. “you so fuckin’ nasty, baby.” his hands moved swiftly, gripping the sides of your panties with a hunger that bordered on feral. with one swift tug, he yanked them down, the fabric tearing slightly as it slid over your hips. he held the damp garment in his hands like a prize, his gaze darkening as he brought it to his face. he pressed his nose to the sticky center, inhaling deeply, savoring the heady scent of your arousal before slipping the fabric between his lips, tasting the essence that clung to it. the act was primal, reverent, and it sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to your core.

“that don’t count,” you purred, your voice teasing but shaky, still reeling from the intensity of your release. you playfully nudged him with your foot, pushing against his chest to create some distance, a silent signal that you weren’t letting this go any further. “we didn’t have sex.” your words were a challenge, a reminder of the rules, but the glint in your eyes told him you were just as close to breaking as he was. sefa chuckled, low and dangerous, tossing the panties aside and leaning back, his hands raised in mock surrender. “whatever you say.”

the final two days of the challenge became a fevered game of innovation, both of you pushing the boundaries of restraint with a creativity that was as torturous as it was thrilling. every touch, every glance, was a calculated move to unravel the other without crossing the line into actual intercourse. solo, ever the master strategist, devised a particularly devious tactic one evening, placing a soft pillow between your thighs as you straddled it on the couch. “ride it,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble, his hands gripping the back of the couch as he watched you move. the friction of the fabric against your sensitive core was maddening, each roll of your hips drawing soft moans from your lips. his eyes never left you, drinking in the sight of your body trembling, your fingers digging into the pillow as you coated it with your release, leaving a glistening trail that made his jaw clench with want.

not to be outdone, you turned the tables the next day. you pulled him into a heated kiss, your lips soft and teasing against his, your body pressed close as you straddled his lap. your hands roamed his broad chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle, your fingers grazing his nipples until he groaned into your mouth. you kept going, massaging his skin with deliberate slowness, feeling the tension coil in his body. his breathing grew ragged, his hands gripping your hips but not daring to take it further. when your fingers brushed lower, teasing just above the waistband of his sweats, his control shattered. his seed spilled from his swollen tip, staining the fabric, and he let out a low, guttural curse, half-laughing, half-dazed. “you’re evil,” he muttered, but the admiration in his eyes said he wouldn’t have it any other way.

each encounter was a delicate walk, a dance of desire and defiance, pushing you both to the edge of surrender while clinging to the rules of the game. the house felt alive with your shared tension, every corner holding the echo of a moan, a glance, a moment where one of you nearly gave in. but as the final day loomed, the question hung heavy in the air: who would break first?

day seven dawned with a frenetic energy, your home buzzing as you prepared to host the couples for the weekly barbecue. the chaos of organizing kept your mind occupied. polishing wine glasses until they sparkled, arranging platters of oka i'a and buttery cornbread, sweeping the patio until it gleamed under the afternoon sun. the scent of charcoal and smoked chicken wafted from the grill outside, mingling with the sweet tang of lemonade you’d mixed in a glass pitcher. for once, the whirlwind of tasks left no room for the ache that had haunted you all week. but solo was on an entirely different wavelength. each time he passed you in the kitchen, his hand found your ass, delivering a sharp, playful smack that echoed through the room. you’d chosen a sundress for the day, its soft cotton hugging your curves, the hem swaying just above your knees, and he couldn’t resist. his fingers lingered, tracing the outline of your hips through the thin fabric, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in close. “soon as they leave, baby, i’m fuckin’ you into oblivion,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise that sent a shiver down your spine. you giggled, swatting him away, but the heat pooling in your core betrayed how much you craved it. the week-long challenge had left you ravenous, and his words were a spark to dry tinder. every step you took had a new pep, your body humming with anticipation, knowing this torturous game was hours from ending.

as night fell, the scene mirrored the previous week — friends sprawled around the fire pit, the amber glow casting long shadows across the lawn, laughter mingling with the crackle of burning logs. but this time, your mind was elsewhere, adrift in a haze of want. you sat beside sefa, your hand resting on his knee, fingers absently tracing circles over the rough denim of his shorts. the motion was innocent at first, but as your hand inched higher, grazing the hem, you felt him tense under your touch. his eyes flicked to yours, dark and smoldering, a silent command passing between you. with a subtle tilt of his head, he motioned toward the house, and your pulse quickened. no words were needed — your body was already moving, drawn to him like a magnet.

you slipped through the backdoor, the cool air of the house a stark contrast to the fire’s warmth. a trail of clothes marked your path, your sundress pooling on the kitchen floor, his shirt discarded by the hallway, a haphazard map of your urgency. you reached the downstairs bathroom, the small space bathed in the soft glow of the mirrors led light. solo was on you in an instant, his hands firm as he pushed you against the cold porcelain edge of the sink. “fuck, i missed you so much,” you groaned, your voice raw with need as his lips crashed into yours. the kiss was hot, messy, and all tongue, a week’s worth of pent-up desire spilling out in a tangle of want.

“mm, i need you to watch,” he grunted against your lips, his voice thick with hunger. before you could respond, he spun you around, your hands gripping the sink’s edge as you faced the mirror. your eyes locked in the reflection, his gaze burning into yours, a mix of dominance and adoration that made your breath catch. he grabbed one of your arms, pulling it gently but firmly behind your back, his other hand guiding your leg onto the counter. the position opened you up, your throbbing core exposed, pulsing with need under the dim light. you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, cheeks flushed, lips parted, the raw desperation in your expression mirrored by the fire in his eyes.

he tugged his shorts down just enough, freeing his hardened length, thick and heavy in his hand. he slapped the tip against your swollen lips, the wet sound mingling with your sharp gasp as your clit twitched at the contact. the sensation was electric, a tease that made your hips buck instinctively. “don’t tease me, papa,” you pleaded, your voice a desperate whine as you threw your ass back, urging him closer. “fuck me…” the urgency in your tone was undeniable, your body trembling with the need to feel him inside you.

solo chuckled, the sound low and defiant, but the strain in his voice betrayed his own crumbling restraint. “it’s been seven long fuckin’ days, and now you wanna rush me?” he taunted, his hand coming down on your round backside with a sharp smack that stung deliciously, the heat spreading across your skin. but he was just as gone as you were, his control fraying with every second. he pressed himself against your entrance, slow and deliberate, your slick heat welcoming him as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth. the sensation was overwhelming, your body clung to him, soaking his length as he sank deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he was buried to the hilt. “fuck… feels like my first time in this pussy,” he groaned, his timbre dropping to a guttural rasp, pleasure etched into every syllable. “oh my god, solo…” you wailed as he explored the abyss of your slobbering sex. your walls praised him, your hole constricting as an act of love, worship to your skilled lover. “i feel you in my stomach…”

“that’s where i’m ‘spose to be, ain’t it?” his strokes were deep, deliberate, each thrust pushing into the depths of you, hitting spots that made your vision blur. the mirror reflected every moment, the way your fingers gripped the sink, knuckles whitening; the way his jaw clenched, muscles flexing as he fought to maintain control; the way your body arched, desperate to take him deeper. the bathroom echoed with the sounds of your shared euphoria, your breathless moans, his low curses, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. “look at you,” he murmured, his hand sliding up your back to grip your hair, tilting your head so you couldn’t look away from the mirror. “look at how fuckin’ perfect you are, takin’ me like this.”

you couldn’t respond, your mind lost in the haze of pleasure, your body rocking back to meet his thrusts. the week of restraint had built to this, a carnal, unfiltered collision of need that consumed you both. his pace quickened, each stroke more desperate than the last, his grip on your arm tightening as he chased the edge. “pretty fuckin’ girl takin’ all this dick,” he promised, his voice rough with intent, and you knew he meant it. the fire pit outside, the laughter of your friends, the world beyond the bathroom door…it all faded, leaving only you and solo, locked in a moment where nothing else mattered. “thank you…” he added graciously, leaning in to press kisses against the side of your face.

the praise dripped from lips, his voice a low growl as he called you his perfect little toy, each word a spark that ignited the fire already consuming you. but just as quickly as his words wrapped you in their heat, your body betrayed you, folding under the relentless pleasure. your fingers clawed at the cool marble countertop, nails scraping against the smooth, veined surface as if it could anchor you against the tidal wave crashing through you. your hips twitched instinctively, a desperate attempt to scoot upward, to escape the overwhelming sensation of his thick length driving into your sensitive core. but sefa was unyielding, his hands a vice on your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive grip that made your breath hitch.

“where you goin’?” he asked, his voice a dark, teasing lilt, the question rhetorical as he held you firmly in place. his thrusts didn’t falter, each one deliberate, pummeling your throbbing cunt with a force that was both punishing and exquisite. your toes curled against the cold tile floor, the muscles in your legs trembling as waves of pleasure sent your eyes rolling back, lids fluttering shut. the bathroom seemed to shrink, the air thick with the scent of lavender oil, sweat, and the heady musk of your shared desire. your reflection in the mirror blurred, a vision of flushed cheeks, parted lips, and solo’s towering frame behind you, his muscles flexing with every movement, his dark eyes locked on yours through the glass. “throw that ass back, catch this shit.”

“i can’t… i can’t!” you cried, your voice breaking into a desperate sob, the intensity pushing you to the edge of surrender. the pleasure was too much, a white-hot current that seared through every nerve, leaving you gasping, your body trembling uncontrollably. his laugh was low, almost cruel, a dark rumble that vibrated against your back as he leaned closer, his chest brushing your spine. “i don’t give a fuck about what you can’t do, princess,” he growled, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and teasing. “cum on this dick so i can fill you up… we got company waitin’.”

the reminder of the guests outside only heightened the thrill, the risk of being caught adding an exhilaration to your need. his words were a command, a challenge, and your body obeyed before your mind could catch up. your walls clenched around him, gripping his length like a vice as the orgasm tore through you, a violent shudder that left you gasping, your knees buckling against the sink. he groaned, the sound raw and primal, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. his hand slid from your hip to your lower belly, pressing down just enough to feel the depth of his strokes, the sensation sending another shockwave through you. “that’s it, baby,” he murmured, his voice softer now, laced with a mix of triumph and adoration. “give me all of it.” his hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep as he spilled into you, the warmth of his release flooding your core, mingling with your own. your bodies trembled together, locked in the mirror’s reflection, a tableau of sweat-slicked skin and ragged breaths. for a moment, the world was just the two of you, the fire pit, the guests, the week-long challenge all fading into the background. but reality crept back in, the distant sound of a friend calling your name pulling you both from the haze. he leaned forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk against your skin. “better get cleaned up, princess,” he whispered, his voice still thick with desire. “we got games to play.” he pulled back, helping you steady your shaking legs, his hands gentle now as he grabbed a towel from the rack. you caught your breath, meeting his gaze in the mirror one last time, a shared look that promised this wasn’t the end, just a victorious pause in the game you both played so well. “i won, by the way…” you declared confidently. “yeah, aight…” he responded with a deep chuckle, proving that he would let you have anything.