s p i i c i i

Kat was stretched out on the big couch in the upstairs lounge, one leg thrown over the armrest, phone in one hand while the other absently scratched behind Moose’s ear. The dog was sprawled on the rug between you, tail thumping every time either of you shifted. You were curled up in the far corner of the couch, wrapped in a soft throw blanket, quiet as you always seemed to be when the boys were handling business.

The two of you had been up here for a while now. Just existing in the same space. Kat didn’t mind it though. She thought you were sweet. A little soft around the edges in a way that she wasn’t used to, but sweet nonetheless.

The low murmur of voices drifted up from downstairs every now and then. Jimmy’s smooth cadence, Jey’s deeper rumble, the occasional heavier tone that meant Solo was talking.

They’d been down there for hours and Kat was over it. She missed her men.

You shifted under your blanket, thumb still moving across your phone screen even though you hadn’t really been looking at it for the last ten minutes. You glanced toward the stairs, then back at Kat.

“What do you think they’re even doing down there?”

Kat looked over at you, one brow lifting slightly. Your question wasn’t surprising. You had that curious but nervous look on your face, like you weren’t sure you were allowed to ask but couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.

Kat shrugged, casual. “Talking business, probably. Guns. Routes. Money. Who needs to get leaned on. Who might need to get handled. Could be any of that. Or all of it.”

You blinked, fingers frozen. “Handled?”

Kat gave you a small, knowing smile. Not unkind, but not sugarcoating it either. “Yes, baby. Handled.” 

She watched your face carefully. Saw the way your eyes widened just a fraction before you tried to hide it.

Cute. Real cute. But damn… she really doesn’t know shit, does she?

It wasn’t judgment, exactly. More like a quiet kind of disbelief. You were sitting here asking questions like you were trying to piece together a puzzle you’d been deliberately kept from seeing the full picture of.

“You know what the boys do, right? What they really do?”

You hesitated, voice smaller than before, “I mean… I know it’s not exactly legal. Daddy’s told me some stuff. But you know he doesn’t… he doesn’t really go into detail. He always says it’s better if I don’t know too much. But it’s not like I don’t ask!”

Kat let out a short breath through her nose. “Yeah. That sounds like him.” 

She could picture it perfectly— Solo keeping you soft and sweet and ignorant, telling himself it was for your own good while he ran the kind of shit that would give most people nightmares.

He’s got her trained like a little house pet. Stay upstairs. Don’t ask questions. Be good.

The thought made something twist in Kat’s chest. It wasn’t quite pity. It was something closer to irritation on your behalf.

She sat up a little, tucking one leg under her. “Look, I’m not gonna sit here and tell you everything, because that’s not my place. But I’ll tell you this much. My boys? They don’t play. Jimmy’s the one who talks smooth and makes people think they’re safe. And Jey’s the one who actually does the shit that keeps people up at night. But they both come home to me at the end of the day like it’s nothing. Because to them, it is nothing.”

She said it with a quiet kind of pride that she didn’t bother hiding.

Because it was the truth.

She knew what Jey’s hands looked like after a bad night. She knew the way Jimmy’s voice changed when he was cleaning up a mess. And she knew that when they came home to her with bloody knuckles, tired eyes, and tension still riding their shoulders, they were still hers. Still soft for her in ways nobody else got to see.

Your eyes had gone a little wider. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, needing the extra layer between you and what Kat was saying.

Kat noticed. She didn’t soften the truth, but she didn’t throw it at you either.

She’s not built like me, she reminded herself. She’s not built for this shit the way I am.

And that was fine. Different strokes. But watching you sit here, wide-eyed and a little scared, trying to understand a world you’d been deliberately locked out of… it rubbed Kat the wrong way.

“So yeah. I know what they do, Angel,” she continued, voice steady. “All of it. The guns. The drugs. The money. The people who don’t make it home. And I don’t flinch. But I also don’t ask questions I don’t want the answers to. I just let them be who they are. And they let me be who I am.”

She leaned back against the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, watching you process.

“And I damn sure don’t sit up here wondering what they’re doing because I already know. And I chose it anyway.” Her mouth curved into a small, sharp smile. “They’re dangerous. Both of them. And I like that about them. It turns me on, if I’m being honest. Knowing what they’re capable of. Knowing they come home to me anyway.”

You were quiet for a long moment. Your fingers twisted in the blanket again.

“Does it ever scare you?” you asked, voice small. “Knowing they could– that they do hurt people?”

Kat thought about it for a second, then shook her head. “Not really. Not anymore. I used to get a little twisted up about it when we first started. But then I realized something. They’re never gonna hurt me. And if anybody tries, I know my boys are gonna stand on business. So no. I’m not scared.” She paused, then added quieter, “I feel safe with them. Safer than I’ve ever felt with anybody. Because I know exactly what they’re willing to do for me.”

She let that hang in the air between them.

You looked down at your hands, then back up. “Well… you know a whole lot more than I do. But maybe it’s just better that way.”

Kat’s expression shifted. It wasn’t judgmental. More like pity mixed with frustration.

He’s got her thinking ignorance is the same thing as safety. That’s fucked up.

She exhaled slowly through her nose. “Yeah.”

She didn’t say the rest of what she was thinking— that keeping you small and soft and clueless wasn’t the same as protecting you. That it was control dressed up as care. That if Solo really wanted you safe, he’d make sure you understood the world you were living in instead of keeping you blind to it.

But she didn’t say any of that out loud.

Instead, she glanced at the time on her phone and sat up straighter. She’d had enough of sitting still.

“Alright. I’ve had enough of this conversation,” she said, stretching her arms over her head with a little groan. “And I’m done being bored. I’m going downstairs.”

She stood up in one smooth motion, the skimpy shorts she’d stolen from Jey’s bag riding up just a little on her thighs. Moose lifted his head from the rug, ears perking as he watched her. For a second it looked like he might follow. His tail gave one slow thump against the floor, but then his eyes flicked back to you, still curled up on the couch.

He let out a low huff and dropped his head back down onto his paws, settling in like he’d already decided he wasn’t going anywhere without his person. Kat looked at you for a long second, one hand on her hip, head tilted.

“You coming?”

The question felt heavier than it should’ve been.

Kat wasn’t pushing– not really. But there was something in her eyes that made it clear she already knew what your answer was going to be. She’d seen this before. Not with you specifically, but with other women who let men draw lines around them and convinced themselves the lines were for their own good.

You hesitated, fingers still twisted in the blanket. Your mouth opened, then closed again. The words sat on your tongue: I should stay. He told me to stay up here. I don’t want to make him mad. But the words felt smaller now after everything Kat had just said. After she’d looked you in the eye and told you, plain as day, that she knew what her men did and didn’t even care.

Kat watched the war happen on your face and let out a small sigh through her nose.

“Yeah,” she said softly, almost to herself. “That’s what I thought.”

She didn’t sound mad. Just tired of the whole thing. Like she’d seen this movie before and already knew how it ended. She turned toward the stairs, bare feet quiet against the hardwood. But before she started down, she glanced back over her shoulder one last time.

Her expression had softened, but only a little.

“I’m not gonna drag you, Angel,” she said, voice lower now. “You wanna stay up here and be good for him, that’s your choice. I ain’t here to tell you how to handle your man.” She paused. Then added, quieter but firmer, “But just so you know… I don’t ask permission to walk around my own house. And I sure as hell don’t sit around and look pretty while they handle shit that affects me too.”

She let that sit for a second.

Then she shrugged, shaking the conversation off her shoulders.

“I’m going downstairs to see my boys. You can come if you want to. Or you can stay like he told you to.” Her mouth curved into something that was almost a smile. “No judgement either way. Seriously.”

And with that, she turned and headed down the stairs, one hand trailing lightly along the railing. Her steps were unhurried, confident. Like she already knew exactly what she was walking into and wasn’t the least bit worried about it.

Moose lifted his head again, watching her go. The sound of her footsteps faded as she reached the bottom, and then her voice drifted up a moment later. It was warm, teasing, a little loud on purpose.

“Where are my favorite two idiots? Y’all done trying to be scary yet or you still playing mafia down here?”

A low laugh– Jimmy’s. A deeper rumble that might’ve been Jey. And then Kat’s laugh, bright and unbothered, followed by the sound of her moving straight into their space like she belonged there.

Because she did.

Upstairs, the lounge felt quieter than it had a minute ago. Moose let out a long sigh, eyes flicking to you, waiting to see what you were going to do.

You stayed where you were, blanket still wrapped around you, phone forgotten in your lap.

Downstairs, Kat’s voice carried again. It was lower now, but still clear enough to drift up the stairs.

“Mhm. That’s what I thought. Both of ya’ll been down here way too long. I missed you.”

Another laugh from one of them. The sound of movement– a chair scraping. Maybe someone standing up. And then her voice again, softer this time, but still carrying that same easy confidence.

“Don’t worry. I’m not staying forever if ya’ll are still in the middle of something. I just wanted to see my boys. Is that a crime?”

You couldn’t make out the exact response, but you heard the tone of it. Warm. Familiar. The kind of easy back and forth that came from people who knew each other inside and out. There wasn’t any hesitation. No careful distance. Just comfort. It was as if Kat could walk into any room they were in and they’d make space for her without even thinking about it.

There were no rules. No “stay upstairs.”

Your fingers tightened around the edge of the blanket. You tried not to let it get to you, but it did anyway.

She hadn’t asked permission to go downstairs. She hadn’t even really hesitated. She’d just stood, said what she wanted to do, and then did it. And from the sound of it, they hadn’t minded at all. They’d laughed. They’d made room. They’d let her in because she belonged there too.

Meanwhile, you were still sitting upstairs because Solo had told you to stay put.

Kat’s words were still sitting heavy in your chest, even though you were doing your best to shake them off.

I don’t ask permission to walk around my own house.

The way she’d said it made something in your stomach twist.

You weren’t upset with Kat. Not really. She hadn’t been mean about it. But a small guilty part of you wondered if you should be listening to her. If hearing her talk so freely about the twins and what they did was starting to make you question things you didn’t need to be questioning.

Solo had his reasons for keeping you out of certain things. He always had. And you trusted him. You liked the way things were between you. The rules, the structure, the way he took care of everything so you didn’t have to. It worked for the two of you.

Kat didn’t get that. She couldn’t. Her situation was different. Her men were different.

Still… you couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself and stared at the empty space on the couch where she’d been sitting and tried to push your thoughts away.

Kat laughed again. “Yeah, yeah. I know. You love it though.”

The conversation downstairs shifted into something lower, more intimate. You couldn’t hear the words anymore, just the sound of their voices overlapping. Three people who clearly knew each other well. Who didn’t have to second-guess every move they made around each other.

You were still sitting there, blanket pulled tight around you, when your phone buzzed.

You glanced down.

Daddy 🖤: taking a break to eat. come downstairs baby

You stared at the message for a second. It wasn’t really like he was ordering you to come downstairs. It felt like more of an invitation. He was just giving you permission to come down now that they weren’t in the middle of anything serious.

Your thumb hovered over the screen.

Kat’s words were still sitting heavy in your chest. The way she’d looked at you like you had three heads when you said you were staying upstairs because Solo had told you too. How she also looked like she felt a little sorry for you.

And you didn’t think Kat was trying to be rude or that she had bad intentions. That was the worst part. She liked you. You could tell. And she was the closest thing you had to a friend here.

She was the only person who actually talked to you like you were a real person and not just “Solo’s girl.” So hearing her say all that stuff– it was hard not to let it get to you a little. You just didn’t know what to do with any of it.

Another bubble popped up a second later

Daddy 🖤: you dont have to if you comfortable up there. but i wanted you close

That one made your chest feel warm and tight and the same time.

You chewed on your bottom lip, then typed back.

okay. im coming down.

You stared at your own message for a second, then added another one before you could stop yourself.

be there in a minute.

This time, the reply came almost immediately.

Daddy 🖤: good girl. were in the kitchen

You set your phone down and sat there for another moment, fingers still curled around the edge of the blanket. Moose was watching you from the rug, head tilted like he could sense you were thinking too hard about something.

You exhaled slowly, and stood up, letting the blanket slip off your shoulders. Moose immediately got to his feet, tail wagging as he followed you toward the stairs.

As you made your way down them, you could already hear them. Kat’s voice mixed in with Jimmy’s and Jey’s, all low and easy. You paused on the bottom step for just a second, fingers tightening around the railing.

She’s just loud. She says whatever’s on her mind. That doesn’t mean she’s right about me and Solo. Right?

But even as you thought it, Kat’s words were still there, lingering in the back of your mind like a quiet little bruise.

When you stepped into the kitchen, the first thing you noticed was how comfortable everyone looked.

Kat was sitting on the counter like it was something she did every day, legs swinging lightly as she balanced a sandwich in one hand and talked with the other. Jimmy stood in front of her, full plate in his hand, watching her with that lazy smile he always seemed to have around her. Jey leaned against the island right beside her, one arm resting on the counter near her thigh, close enough that it was obvious he wanted to be in her space.

Solo was already eating at the table, but his eyes lifted the second you walked in. They stayed on you for a beat longer than necessary before drifting back to his plate. 

“...I’m just saying, if they’re moving shit through that route again, you need to have eyes on it,” Kat said, taking a bite of her sandwich. She didn’t even look up. She was used to talking like this in front of whoever happened to be around. “Last time they got sloppy. I don’t like sloppy.”

Jimmy let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he set the plate down on the counter beside her. “You don’t like sloppy ‘cause you like to be all up in everybody’s business.”

Kat kicked him lightly with her foot. Not hard, but enough to make a point. “No! I like to know what the fuck is going on with my boys. Sue me.”

Jey laughed at that, the sound rumbling in his chest, but it died quick.

Solo’s voice cut through the room, calm and even.

“We’re not talkin’ about that right now.”

The shift was immediate. Kat paused mid-bite, eyebrows lifting just slightly. She was surprised but not bothered. Jimmy’s smirk faded around the edges, and Jey’s jaw ticked as he glanced at Solo.

Neither of them said anything right away, but the irritation was there. Quiet, but present. They didn’t appreciate being checked in front of Kat, even if this was Solo’s house. Even if he had a right to say it.

Solo didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t need to.

“Not at the table,” he said, eyes flicking briefly to you again before moving back to the twins. “We’re eating.”

Kat was the first to brush it off. She shrugged, unbothered, and took another bite of her sandwich, the tension in the room not touching her at all. “Fine. Y’all can be boring if you want.”

Jimmy let out a quiet breath through his nose and shook his head, but he didn’t push back. Jey stayed quiet, though the muscle in his jaw stayed tight as he reached for a bottle of water on the counter. He didn’t look at Solo again, but the energy rolling off him was clear.

He didn’t like being told what to do, especially not in front of Kat.

You stood there in the doorway a second longer than you meant to. The air in the room felt thicker now. You could feel it running between everyone. Solo’s quiet authority, the twins’ resistance, Kat sitting right in the middle of it. It made your stomach twist a little.

You weren’t used to this kind of tension at the table. Solo usually kept things calmer when you were around.

Solo’s eyes came back to you, softer now.

“C’mere, baby.”

His voice was gentler when he spoke to you. He pushed the chair beside him out with his foot. It felt like another invitation but you still felt the weight of it. The way his gaze stayed on you, steady and sure, like he was waiting to see what you would do.

You hesitated. Just for a second.

Not because you didn’t want to go to him. Of course you did. But something about walking into that room with the leftover irritation hanging in the air, made your feet feel heavier than they should have. You could still hear Kat’s voice from upstairs in the back of your mind, telling you that she didn’t ask permission for anything. Telling you she knew everything and did want she wanted anyway.

And now here she was, sitting between Jimmy and Jey like she had every right to be involved in their business. No matter how serious it was.

You swallowed and stepped further into the kitchen. Moose padded in behind you and flopped down near the island, eyes moving between everyone like he could sense the shift in the room too.

The second Jey clocked the dog, his whole body shifted. It was subtle– just a small tightening in his shoulders. His eyes flicked to Moose, then away just as fast, but you caught it. The tension was there, sitting under his skin. You could tell he was remembering the last time Moose had come at him and wasn’t about to let his guard down again.

He didn’t growl this time, but he didn’t relax either. He stayed close to your side as you crossed the room. You could feel Jey’s eyes on the dog again, even if he wasn’t saying anything. It made your stomach twist a little tighter. 

You walked over and sat down in the chair Solo had pushed out for you. Almost immediately, he reached over and pulled it closer until your thigh brushed against his. His hand settled on your leg under the table, warm and steady.

A plate was already waiting in front of you.

Alfredo.

One of your favorites.

You didn’t even have to say anything. He’d already had it fixed for you. You could tell by the way it was made, extra creamy with just the right amount of seasoning. Exactly how you liked it.

A small warmth bloomed in your chest. He always paid attention to the little things like that. Even when there was tension in the room. Even when his attention was split between the twins and whatever else was on his mind, he still made sure you had what you needed.

Kat had slid down from the counter and was now leaning back against the island, watching the table with that same easy, unbothered smile she always wore when she was trying to smooth shit over. She could feel everything too. You could tell by the way her eyes flickered between Solo and the twins, rereading the room like she’d done it a hundred times before.

She took another bite of her sandwich, then glanced at Jimmy with a mischievous little glint in her eye.

“Hey,” she said, nudging him with her elbow. “I showed Angel that video you sent me yesterday. The one where you fell off the trampoline and flew straight into the bushes like a damn cartoon.”

Jimmy let out a low groan, but there was already a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Babe, why you gotta bring that up right now?”

Kat grinned, a hand covering her smile. “Because it was funny as hell and you know it. Over there looking like you got yeeted by God himself.”

Jey let out a quiet laugh despite himself, shaking his head. But his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still tense– you could see it in the way his shoulders stayed tight and how his gaze kept drifting between Solo and Moose, who was lying near the island but very much awake. Even when Jey laughed, there was something guarded underneath.

Solo’s lips twitched a little as he took another bite of his food, but he didn’t say anything. He just kept his hand on your thigh.

Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck, still grinning like he was trying to play it off. “Aight, aight. Laugh all you want. I was practicin’ my flip. Shit looked cooler in my head.”

Kat laughed, light and easy. “Yeah, well, next time maybe don’t try to impress me with your parkour skills when you got two left feet, okay?”

Jimmy shot her a look, but there was no real heat behind it. He was loosening up. His shoulders dropped a little and he leaned back against the counter, finally letting himself relax.

It was strange, seeing Kat like this. So at ease between the two of them. She wasn’t tiptoeing around anything. She wasn’t worried about saying the wrong thing or making someone mad.

You couldn’t help but compare it to how things were with you and Solo. He was protective. Careful. He kept you close, kept you safe, made sure you had what you needed. But there was a line. A boundary. Something unspoken that said this is as far as you go.

Kat didn’t have lines like that. Or if she did, she didn’t seem to care about them.

Jimmy glanced over at you then, tilting his head a little. His eyes were warm, curious. But it still made your chest tighten.

“So what about you, Angel?” he asked, voice casual but genuinely interested. “You got any embarrassing stories? Or are you too perfect for that?”

It was a simple question. Friendly, even. But something still felt off. You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t fully trust Jimmy. Not yet. He was too smooth, too charming. You could never tell what was real and what was just him playing a part. Every time he smiled at you like that, you couldn’t help but wonder what he was really thinking. What he really wanted.

Your fingers tightened slightly around your fork. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out right away. The words felt stuck somewhere between wanting to be polite and not wanting to give him too much.

Before you could even figure out what to say, Kat stole your attention.

She’d noticed Jey.

He’d been quiet since you walked in. Quieter than usual. He wasn’t saying much, just watching. That same unsettling energy rolling off him that always made your skin prickle. It wasn’t loud or obvious, but it was there. Heavy. Like he was still carrying whatever had happened earlier. Whether it was Solo shutting him down in front of Kat or Moose being in the room. You weren’t really sure. Maybe both.

Kat’s smile didn’t disappear, but something in her expression shifted as she studied him. She could feel it too. The way he was still wound up. The way he kept glancing at the dog like he was waiting for something to happen. Her eyes flicked from Jey to Moose, then back again, and you could see the moment she decided to handle it.

She didn’t say anything yet. She just watched him for another second, that easy smile still on her face. But her eyes were sharper now, deciding exactly how she wanted to pull him from whatever headspace he was in.

You sat there quietly, heart beating a little faster. You hated how on edge Jey made you feel. You definitely trusted him less than Jimmy. Even when he wasn’t doing anything. Even when he was just standing there being quiet– there was something about him that kept you on guard. 

And now Kat had noticed too.

You glanced down at your plate, twirling your fork through the Alfredo even though you weren’t really hungry anymore. Solo’s hand was still on your thigh under the table, steady and warm, but it didn’t fully ease the knot in your stomach.

Without missing a beat, Kat reached over, grabbed Jey by the ear, and pulled him down toward her like she had done it a hundred times before.

“Ow! Babe, what the fuck!”

“You better quit acting like you ain’t got no damn sense,” she hissed, voice low but firm. She was still holding onto his ear as she looked him dead in the face. “You aren’t in your little meeting no more. Quit trying to scare people. You hear me?”

Jey grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t pull away. He just let her hold him there for a second, jaw tight, before muttering, “Aight. Damn.”

Kat’s eyes narrowed and she yanked his ear again, harder.

“Excuse me?”

Jey sucked his teeth but he didn’t fight her grip. He let out a heavier sigh and corrected himself, voice lower and more respectful this time.

“Yes, ma’am. I hear you.”

Kat studied him for another second, making sure he actually meant it. She finally let go of his ear, but she kept her hand on the back of his neck, thumb brushing over his skin in slow, soothing strokes. It was such a casual mix of scolding and affection that it almost looked normal.

Jey didn’t pull away from her touch. If anything, he leaned into it a little, like he knew he’d been out of line and was accepting the correction. You watched the whole thing with wide eyes. She really just… yanked him. Twice. And he let her.

Your stomach flipped.

You couldn’t even imagine doing something like that to Solo. The thought alone made your chest feel tight. You would never put your hands on him like that. Never. Not in a million years. The idea of grabbing him, scolding him, yanking him down in front of other people… it didn’t even feel possible. Just thinking about it made something in you recoil.

A quiet snicker came from Jimmy’s side of the counter. Kat’s head snapped toward him so fast it was almost funny.

Jimmy was biting back a grin, shoulders shaking just slightly like he was trying, and failing, to hold it in. The second Kat looked at him, though, his expression shifted.

She didn’t even have to say anything at first. She just raised one eyebrow and gave him that look.

Jimmy just held his hands up in surrender, still smiling. “My bad, my bad. I ain’t say nothin’.”

“Mhm,” Kat hummed, unimpressed. She let go of the back of Jey’s neck, thumb brushing across his warm skin. “Both of ya’ll better act right before I really embarrass one of you.”

Jey muttered something under his breath again, but this time it sounded more like a reluctant “aight” than actual attitude. He stayed where he was, knowing better than to move out of her reach.

Jimmy just shook his head, still grinning, but he didn’t push it any further.

Solo watched the whole exchange without saying a word at first. He just sat there, calm as ever, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table. But when the moment settled, he spoke– voice low, dry, and just sharp enough to land.

“Damn,” he said, taking a slow bite of his food. “Didn’t know it took all that just to get you to act right at the table.”

It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even mean. But it was most definitely a dig.

Jimmy let out a short laugh under his breath and shook his head, clearly amused even if he was trying not to show it too much. Jey didn’t laugh. He just scrunched his nose and reached for his water. His jaw was still tight, but he didn’t say anything back. The irritation was still there, sitting under the surface, but neither of them pushed against Solo on it.

Kat rolled her eyes, but there was a small smirk on her face, not mad at the comment. If anything, she seemed to find it funny.

Solo’s eyes flicked back to you again. “Eat, baby,” he said quietly, just for you. “Before it gets cold.”

The tension in the room didn’t disappear completely, but it eased. Jimmy went back to his plate with a quiet chuckle under his breath. Jey finally relaxed his shoulders a little, though he still shot Kat a look out the corner of his eye like he was making sure she was done with him for now.

She just shook her head at both of them and grabbed her sandwich again like nothing had happened.

You sat there quietly, heart still beating a little faster than normal. Your eyes drifted to Jey for a second. He was quieter now, but you could still feel that low intensity coming off him. Even after Kat had corrected him and had him muttering yes ma’am, there was still something about him that felt dangerous. Something sharp and unpredictable that made you feel cold.

And yet, you had just watched Kat grab him by the ear and yank him down like he was a toddler who got caught pouting. She’d scolded him in front of everybody, and he’d taken it. He didn’t snap. He didn’t get loud. He didn’t tell her to back off. He just let her. He even grumbled at first, but he quickly fixed his tone and showed her respect.

It didn’t make sense.

This was the same man your dog hated on sight. The same man who made your stomach turn with how intense he could be. And somehow Kat had just treated him like a misbehaving kid who needed to be put in his place.

Your gaze moved to Jimmy. He was back to eating now, occasionally throwing little comments Kat’s way like nothing strange had happened at all. 

Your fork moved slowly through the food, but you weren’t really eating. The noodles wrapped around over and over again as your mind kept spinning.

You were confused.

Confused about what Kat had said to you earlier. About how she didn’t ask for anything or how she could make her men actually listen. Confused about how Jimmy could be so easy one second and make your stomach flip with distrust the next. Confused about how Jey could feel so dangerous and still get put in his place.

Solo’s hand stayed on you the whole time, a reminder that you were exactly where he wanted you. And you were where you wanted to be. You knew that. You trusted him. You liked the way things were between the two of you.

But for the first time, it felt like there were cracks forming in the way you saw everything. Small ones. Quiet ones. And you weren’t sure what to do with them.

After lunch, the guys went back to handling business.

Solo had kissed the top of your head before he left the kitchen, his hand lingering on the back of your neck for a second longer than usual.

“Go relax,” he’d told you quietly. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” His voice was low, meant only for you. You nodded, and he gave your thigh one last squeeze under the table before standing up.

Jimmy and Jey followed him out, though Jey still looked irritated from earlier. His jaw was tight, and he didn’t say anything as he walked past you. Jimmy shot Kat a look on his way out. Half amused, half exasperated. But he didn’t say anything either. The three of them disappeared down the hall toward Solo’s office, their voices already low and serious again.

That left just you and Kat.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Kat finished the last of her sandwich, wiped her hands on a napkin, and glanced over at you. You were still sitting quietly, fingers lightly tracing the edge of your plate even though you’d barely touched your food.

She didn’t push. She just stood up, stretched, and said “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.”

You followed her without question.

Somehow, you ended up back in the upstairs lounge. Kat had disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and came back holding a bottle of bright pink nail polish like she’d manifested it out of thin air. She sat on the couch, patted the spot next to her, and said, “Moose. Come here, big guy.”

To your surprise, Moose actually listened. He padded over and flipped down on the rug in front of the couch, letting Kat lift one of his massive paws into her lap.

“You don’t mind, right?” she asked, holding the bottle of polish up. You shook your head, a smile spreading across your lips.

“No, I’ve actually been wanting to do that to him. I think it’ll be cute.”

Kat started carefully painting his nails one by one, occasionally breaking off pieces of turkey from a small plate she’d brought with her and feeding them to him as a bribe.

You were quiet for a long time, just watching the way her hands moved. The way she talked softly to Moose every now and then like this was something they did all the time. It was strangely domestic. Peaceful, even. But your mind was still racing from everything that had happened at lunch. You kept your eyes on Moose’s paw, trying to figure out how to word what was actually on your mind.

“Does that happen a lot?”

Kat glanced up from the nail she was working on, eyebrows slightly raised. “What?”

You hesitated, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. You didn’t want to come off like you were judging her or being nosy. You just needed to understand. The image of her and Jey were still playing on a loop in your mind.

“I mean…” You cleared your throat lightly, eyes dropping back down to Moose’s paw in your lap. “Like– when you grabbed his ear. Like that. Does that– that happen a lot?”

It took Kat a second, but then her expression shifted into something closer to amusement. She leaned back a little against the couch, studying you with a small smirk.

“Oh,” she said, it finally clicking. “You mean when I remind him of his place?”

Your face warmed instantly. You nodded, still not quite meeting her eyes. Kat let out a short laugh. It wasn’t mocking, just genuinely entertained that you were even asking. “Yeah, that happens. It’s literally nothing. I do that shit all the time.”

You blinked, still a little thrown. “All the time?”

She shrugged like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Pretty much. What about it?”

You fidgeted with Moose’s fur, trying to stomach out the words. “I just– I didn’t expect that. He’s honestly a little intimidating. And my dog literally attacked him yesterday. But you just treated him like he was a little kid throwing a tantrum.”

That brought a bigger smile to Kat’s face. She was clearly amused by how thrown you were. “Because sometimes he acts like one.”

You stared at her, still confused. “But he’s Jey.”

“And?” Kat capped the nail polish and set it aside, giving you her full attention now. She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees. “Look, I know how he comes off. Especially to you. He’s intense as hell. And dangerous too, don’t get me wrong. He’s got that whole ‘Imma put a bullet in somebody for side eyein’ me’ kind of energy. But at the end of the day?” She shrugged. “He’s still my man. And when he starts acting like he forgot that, I remind him real quick.”

You were quiet again, trying to wrap your head around it. The Jey you knew, or at least the version you’d seen, didn’t seem like the type of man who would let anyone grab him by the ear and talk to him like that. Especially not in front of other people.

You stayed quiet, still turning it over in your head.

Kat smirked when she saw the look on your face. She leaned back against the couch, getting comfortable like she was about to tell you something good.

“Sometimes that reminder comes with a quick snatch on his ear. And sometimes,” she added, voice dropping just a little, “I make him crawl for me. On his hands and knees. Collar around his neck, leash in my hand, while I make him apologize with his tongue until I’m satisfied.”

Your head snapped up so fast it almost gave you whiplash.

Kat grinned, a small laugh escaping her. “What? You asked.”

“You…” You shook your head, struggling to find words. “You said a leash? Like… actually?”

“Yeah,” Kat said, completely unbothered. “They both have one. Jey seems to need his a lot more than Jimmy, but every now and then I make him wear his too. Just to remind him.”

She tilted her head, smirking. “See? They’re domesticated. They act all big and bad when they’re out there handling shit, but when they come home to me? They know exactly who’s in charge. And they like it! Especially Jey. That man talks so much shit, but the second I tell him to get on his knees and open that mouth? He’s dropping like it’s nothing. Same with Jimmy, just with a whole lot more attitude until I fuck it out of him.”

You face felt like it was on fire. You weren’t sure if it was from secondhand embarrassment or pure shock. Probably both. The mental images Kat was putting in your head were way too vivid.

Kat laughed again when she saw your expression. “You look like you’re about to pass out. Breath, girl.”

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice, but before you could say anything, Kat tilted her head and added, “Don’t act so surprised. I know you and Solo be on some freak shit too. You’re not as innocent as you’re acting right now.”

Your eyes widened even more. “I– That’s not–” You cut yourself off, not even sure how to finish the sentence. Your face burned hotter.

Kat just smiled, her eyes sparkling, enjoying how flustered you were. “Relax. I’m not judging. I’m just saying, don’t sit here looking at me like I’m crazy when I know you let that man do all kinds of shit to you. You’re just not used to hearing somebody talk about it out loud.”

You looked down at Moose’s paw again, suddenly very interested in the bright pink polish on his nails. You didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t wrong. You did let Solo do things to you that would probably make most people blush. But hearing Kat say it so casually made you feel exposed in a way you weren’t ready for.

Kat watched you for another second. She had one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, then asked, almost casually, “You ain’t never tied Solo up to the bed?”

Your jaw dropped.

You stared at her like she had just grown a second head, completely caught off guard. For a moment, you couldn’t even form a proper response. You just sat there with your mouth slightly open, blinking at her like the question had short-circuited your brain.

Finally, you managed to get out a weak, stunned, “No.”

Kat just laughed louder. Instead of letting it go, she leaned forward a little, resting her elbows on her knees as her smirk grew wider.

“Really?” she teased, eyebrows raising. “You’ve never gagged him? Never tied his wrists to the headboard and had him all at your mercy while you did whatever you wanted?”

Your face was burning hotter now. You shook your head quickly, but the words still wouldn’t come out right.

“I– no, I’ve never–” You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of how hot your cheeks felt. “I wouldn’t– I mean, I’ve never done anything like that.”

Kat sat back, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Damn,” she muttered, still grinning. “You really never once had that man tied down and gagged? Where you could do whatever the fuck you wanted to him and he couldn’t do shit about it? Not even once?

Your face was getting hotter by the second. You could feel heat crawling up your neck and spreading across your cheeks as your failed to find a response. All that came out were a series of small, embarrassed sounds.

“Uh– I. I mean, I–”

Kat was enjoying this way too much. She tilted her head again, watching you struggle with open amusement.

“I don’t know what you’re acting like that for,” she said, voice light but teasing. “It’s not that crazy. I mean, you’re missing out. Sitting here acting all shocked about the shit I do with Jimmy and Jey. You really mean to tell me you’ve never once had Solo on his knees for you? Never put your fingers down his mouth?”

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, but nothing coherent came out. Your face felt like it was on fire now. You couldn’t even look at her directly. Your eyes kept darting between Moose’s paw in your lap and the floor, anywhere but at Kat.

She laughed again when she saw how red your face was getting.

“Are you being for real?” she pushed. “You’ve never even thought about it?”

“I–no! I-I’ve never,” you finally managed to stammer out, your voice small and flustered. “I would never do that to him.”

“Why not?” she asked, tilting her head. “You scared you wouldn’t like it?” She paused for a second, then added with a knowing look, “Or you scared you might like it too much?”

Your stomach twisted at her words. You didn’t have an answer– not one you were willing to say out loud, anyway. All you could do was sit there, face burning, heart pounding, while Kat watched you with pure entertainment.

She eventually pet out a soft chuckle and went back to painting Moose’s nails like she hadn’t just completely scrambled your brain.

“I’m just saying,” she added casually, almost like an afterthought, “you’re missing out. That’s all.”

You didn’t respond. You just kept your eyes on Moose’s paw, pretending to focus on his freshly painted nails while your mind raced. The conversation had gone way further than you expected, and now you felt like you were sitting in the middle of something you weren’t ready for.

Kat’s words kept circling in your head. There leash, the crawling, the way she talked about putting the twins in their place. And then her asking if you’d ever tried flipping things with Solo.

You didn’t want that. Not with him. You knew that much. But hearing Kat talk about it so openly had still left something unsettled in your chest.

She must’ve sensed you were done talking about it, because after a minute she changed the subject to something lighter. Asking if you wanted to watch a movie later or if you knew what you wanted for dinner tonight. You answered when she spoke to you, but your responses were short. Your mind was still somewhere else.

Eventually, you stood up, brushing your hands off on your shorts.

“I’m gonna go lie down,” you said quietly.

Kat glanced up at you and gave a small nod, like she understood. “Alright. I’ll be around if you wanna talk more.”

You didn’t say anything to that. You just gave her a small smile and left the lounge, Moose following behind you.

As you made your way past the staircase, you could already hear the low murmur of voices coming from Solo’s office. The guys were still in there handling whatever they’d gone back to after lunch. You didn’t go downstairs. You knew better. Instead, you headed to your bedroom, closing the door behind you once Moose padded in after you.

You sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor for a long moment, Kat’s words still echoing in your head.

You’re missing out.

You didn’t feel like you were missing out. Not really. But now you were starting to understand just how different your relationship with Solo was compared to what Kat had with the twins. And even though you knew you didn’t want what she had… you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

You laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, one arm draped over your eyes.

Part of you wished you could just forget the whole conversation. But another part of you knew it was already too late for that.

you can’t say you accomplished his hair, but he is proud of you for allowing your curiosity to get the best of you. your inquisitive yet naive question is what got you in the deck chair position. your legs pulled tight to your chest, hooked loosely over his shoulders as he hovers over you. his hands come up, cupping your face as he presses slow kisses across your cheeks, your temple, and the corner of your mouth. you let out a shaky breath, “it’s t-t-too…too biggg!”

“make room for me, baby.” he leans back slightly as he replies, his hands slipping from the back of your head. one settles against your hip, holding you in place while the other drifts to your clit. his fingers are tapping and petting it as a quiet breath leaves your mouth, your fingers tighten around his biceps. jimmy, himself, lets out low moans of approval as he spreads the top of your folds and rubbing gently against your clit.

“c’mon, wet this dick up…it feel good?”

you answer him with the softest little whimper, embarrassed almost as soon as it leaves your mouth. if anyone else ever saw you like this, you think you’d die on the spot. but this was jimmy, he makes you feel so safe.

his middle and ring fingers are slick w your wetness as he pressed down to apply a little pressure so he could feel your sensitive clit pulsing under his fingertips. “wanna try again, ma?” he suggested as a gentle reminder before he made you cum too early.

he could see the gears in your head turning, you wanted him so bad, even if you’re too timid to say. he pulled his fingers away, his eyes never leaving yours as he sucked them clean. he began easing you into the deck chair position again, his forearms rested beside your head while your knees stayed tucked close to your chest.

you couldn’t help but think of how he made you feel so good with just his fingertips. and while his hands rested behind your head, your mind thinks of what’s to come while you’re pinned under him.

his mouth finds your neck again, sucking and kissing the delicate skin there as he slowly rocks into you. he uses this moment to assess your comfort levels… the louder your moans got, the deeper he went. the more your eyes rolled, the harder he rolled his hips.

he keeps hitting those nerve endings inside of you, brushing against that sweet spot effortlessly. there’s your answer, like it’s come full circle. it curves just right, it doesn’t take long before you’re overwhelmed by it. he doesn’t let go of you, holding you close as he keeps punching that same spot again and again.

“…plea, pleaseeee! baeeee,” you cry out, clinging to him. your fingers are desperately grabbing at his arms, his back, anything to hold onto. his pace made your hands slip lower down his forearms, your grip getting weaker by the second. one of his hands stayed tangled in your hair while the other gripped your throat.

“mhm, you like that? that curve hitting yo spot, mama?” he smirks, squeezing your neck just a little harder before finally crashing his mouth against yours. you pulled away first, soft broken sounds falling from your lips that sounded like his name. his soft belly pressed against your lower belly as he coaxed an orgasm out of you.

you pout, a shaky whine falling from your lips. “i’m…i think…i-“

“i know, gimme that nut lil mama”

the wind is knocked clean out of you as your legs clamp around his neck, he keeps you close as he tells you how much he loves you.

then, he reminds you you’re still finishing his hair after this.

The locker room was silent, apart from the TV mounted on the wall, that only minutes ago broadcasted Raw, but now was broadcasting a random show I didn’t care about enough to remember the name.

I could hear the wrestlers and various crew members moving around in the backstage of the arena, sometimes catching a little bit of conversation here and there. People coming and going in the hallway, making me stare at the door as if it would suddenly open and welcome the man I am waiting for.

The man of the hour, the World Heavyweight Champion—Roman Reigns.

Once again tonight, he was advertised on the show.

The attraction of the night because let's be honest, everybody talks about him, whether they like him or not. The Tribal Chief is the star, the main event, the head of the table.

The ring is and forever will be his home.

Nowhere else is he more comfortable than in a ring, under thousands of people's eyes—and millions watching from the comfort of their home.

The day he finally leaves that ring, a long period of grieving will follow.

Nothing will ever be the same.

There was a before Roman Reigns and there will be an after.

The latter being harder to replace, to forget.

Roman Reigns will never be forgotten, nor will he ever be replaceable.

Because Roman is not just a pleasure to the eyes, leaving anyone jealous of his physique and his handsome features, but he is an incredible athlete with undeniable charisma.

A 6'3 man and 200 something pounds of muscles and hard work. 41 years young and still killing it in a ring, as if he was still 20 or 30 years old. Superman punches and spears done to perfection, putting each of his opponents at the back of the line, after the 3 counts.

1. 2. 3.

The ring bells and the champion is crowned.

Still the Heavyweight Champion, he can hold his title proudly in the air until the next man decides to challenge him.

A fighter in and outside of the ring. Every single time.

Defeating other wrestlers and defeating cancer, his lifelong battle—one he will never truly be done with, always having to keep beating its ass.

No questions asked.

He can turn the whole arena into a cult, thousands of people lifting their ones to the sky, acknowledging and serenading him with OTC chants and calling him the Tribal Chief and the Head of the Table.

It's so easy for him to grab a microphone and cut a promo, making everyone sit down and listen to him, drinking in each and every single words that he speaks.

His presence is felt, not just seen.

When he enters a room, everyone stares.

When he's there, everyone knows without even having to look.

The air shifts, the energy changes.

That's the effect he has.

The night is over, but you can still feel the chills on your body, his entrance music never forgotten in your brain and you never seem to be able to keep your finger down when anyone mentions him because this is more than wrestling.

This isn't just a promo, it's a show of respect. It's legacy. Family. Bloodline.

It's so many things at once.

What a privilege to be in the front seat of it all, to be the woman he always comes back to and have the chance to be called his.

Although, I have to admit, it is hard for me to stay focused on what he does or says out there.

He's too much of a distraction himself.

Growls and grunts while in the ring resemble the same ones he makes when he's doing another stipulation of a wrestling match.

Only exception, this type of match doesn't take place in a wrestling ring.

Anywhere else but there.

Similar actions but different scenarios.

Different finishes.

Him on top, while I'm under him, sometimes switching to spice things up.

He has the upper hand, sometimes I do, the same way it works in that ring.

No belts to win. No opponents to beat. Not even a bell ringing signaling the end of the match.

None of that.

The goal is simple.

Conquer each and every curve and crevice of my body.

Two winners but no loser. Everyone wins in this game for two.

Claiming my body with what God blessed him with, marking me as his as we both unravel together. Him feeding me through ropes and ropes of his love while I take all he has to offer me.

Watching him wrestle or even just stand and look handsome in the center of the ring as he delivers greatness, baritone voice echoing through the microphone, never fails to leave me wanting more.

Craving the same kind of energy.

The same force.

Raspy and husky voice whispering dirty and nasty words in my ear. Praising my submissive self, letting him use my body as he pleases. Hands and dick claiming my body like no one has ever done before.

Dominating me.

Taking what’s his while giving me what I need. Wanting him to manhandle me, maneuver my body in any way and all the positions imaginable. Body at his full disposition, ready to please and obey all his commands.

I want to be his good girl.

Heavy footsteps stopped in front of the door, before I even had the time to think, it opened, revealing a tall and imposing 6’3 man in all of his glory, his title in hand.

“Hey, bab-” I barely had time to greet him accordingly, the energy shifting. Roman’s eyes locked on me instantly, wandering up and down my body and making me feel like a piece of meat. I felt shivers run down my body, my pussy starting to show appreciation and need for the man in front of me, now licking his lips and reaching behind him, making sure the door was locked.

Intruders and unexpected guests weren’t welcomed to our little private after party.

“Perfect. Exactly the person I need right now,” he smirked, beckoning me over with his pointer finger, carefully putting his title down. “Come here lucky girl…”

The look he gave me just now, I recognized a little too well. Seen it plenty of times before.

Eyes undressing me. Permanent smirk staying on his plump and delicious lips.

I knew exactly what he wanted.

What he needed.

Those eyes hid absolutely nothing about his real intentions, brown orbs now looked nothing like it.

Now dark and filled with something else.

Lust? Need? Love?

Probably a mix of the three.

That dangerous tongue of his, teasing and demonstrating what plans it had for me later against his own lips.

Long fingers making my body miss the way he touches me. Pleasing me with only a brush of them. Long digits entering my holes, playing tricks only they knew how to master.

The lack of privacy and intimacy this room provided and the fact we were now done here for the night, asked for me to try and bring some common sense back into the situation.

“Roman! You really can’t wait until we’re back home?” Seeing as I didn’t move from my spot—sitting on the leather couch in the middle of the room—he slowly strutted his way to me, making my pulse quicken and panties moisten.

We had a comfortable bed waiting for us at home and I wanted nothing more than to have him all to myself but not here.

To be fair, I knew we wouldn’t make it home anyway. The ride home required us to take his private jet. And knowing how impatient and uncaring he is about fucking me anywhere he wants to, it was certain we would reach our highs while being high up in the sky.

Still, I preferred fucking in a jet then here, providing us more privacy and intimacy.

I had other plans but I guess he also had plans of his own.

It was a special day for him.

His birthday.

I didn't want to celebrate it in a locker room.

“Do I look like someone who can wait?!” Voice husky and deep with need and lust, my body instinctively responded, preparing to receive whatever he felt like offering me tonight.

Pointing down to the evident bulge in his pants, indeed it looked like he couldn’t wait any longer.

Roman—like the impatient man he is—had to take matters into his own hands.

In one quick motion, expertly grabbing the back of my thighs, he picked me up, hands gripping the meat of my thighs, securely keeping me in place.

I yelped, eyes wide, not expecting him to do that. Instinctively, my thighs wrapped around his waist, the grip on his fingers almost bruising on my skin from how tightly he held onto me.

Low moans left my parted lips but that’s all that came out.

The rest was stuck.

Words caught in my throat, blocked and unable to come out. A switch he didn’t yet turn on.

Soon, though, I’ll be trying to lock it back again.

If he even allows me. I doubt it.

Turning around, he nearly pushed me into the wall, right next to the door he erupted in seconds ago. The wall was cold and rough against my skin. Air almost suffocating, tension high, a lethal combination making it pretty much impossible to get out of this situation with clothes on.

The warmth of his body, the feeling of his rough hands on my legs from under my dress, the feeling of his skin, of his muscles as I grabbed his biceps, it was all too much.

Lips and teeth attacking my neck with open mouthed kisses and nibbles, like he wanted a taste of me. His cologne and faint smell of sweat from his earlier action in the ring, were the last things my body needed for all my senses to be filled with him everywhere.

Like a drug, it gave me a rush, a need.

I craved more, drunk off of him.

More kisses. More touches.

Now, all of him had invaded each and every one of my senses, unable to focus on anything else but him.

That’s the usual effect this man has on me.

I’m used to it by now. Losing all sense of control and common sense when he claims my body with the slightest of actions.

Wearing a dress tonight was definitely a good idea, Roman easily making his way in between my legs. His throbbing cock knew exactly where to go, finding the treasured land easily as soon as it was released from the constrict of his pants and underwear.

The surprise when he pushed my panties to the side and pushed—shoved—his dick all the way inside my pussy.

I gasped loudly at the welcomed but unexpected intrusion. Eyes squeezed shut at the stretch, nails digging into his arms, clawing and marking the skin.

This comes with no surprise with the amount of time he and I have fucked—this man has one hell of a dick and he knows how to use it.

Except, his cock isn’t only long but also very thick.

Adjustment needed for me when he feels like coming inside to play.

But not like he cared about that little detail right now.

One way or another, he will find his way in.

He always does.

Tight pussy pulled him in, locking him in place but still, it didn’t stop him from pushing and trying to thrust his way fully inside, making himself at home.

My breath caught in my throat, already feeling full and I could tell—and feel—he wasn't even half way inside.

Stern eyes and commanding voice, Roman wasn’t worried about me.

He knew his pussy and memorized the way it felt and how it fitted his size perfectly.

“You know it fits, just take it,” he growled, hissing at the way my tight cunt fluttered around him. He tried pushing himself inside again, groaning desperately. “Come on, lemme in…”

Perfect dick making me feel like I was about to be split open. Legs widening, pussy squeezing and spasming, wanting to welcome him inside but barely hanging on with that much hardness to deal with.

And God knows, that was almost impossible to achieve.

Roman usually makes sure I'm ready, fully prepared to take him by using some foreplay.

Not tonight.

Not when he's that horny and he can't control himself.

Moaning loudly, I whined, looking up at him with hooded eyes, holding onto him for dear life. “...So big-mhmm-full—”

Still wondered how the hell he managed to fit all of him inside of me. He’s some kind of magician for sure because there is no way.

I could feel his burning gaze on me, eyes locked on the way my face contorted in both pleasure and discomfort, my cunt still trying to make him fit inside my tight opening.

Thank God I never had any problems getting wet with him, helping him move in and out, lubricating and facilitating the passage of his huge cock in my tight pussy.

Roman let out a groan again, getting frustrated at my greedy pussy that wanted him inside but wasn't quick enough to get used to his impressive size.

Patience was never his biggest quality.

When he wants something, he wants it now, not later.

“What did I just say?! You know it fits!” I cried out as he fed me one deep thrust, nearly feeling him in my stomach. “Stop whining and fucking… take… it.” Three deep and strong thrusts made me see a glint of the stars and successfully managed to turn me on even more, wet pussy seconds away from turning into a Slip N’ Slide.

It's a good thing Roman loves those.

“Ro-Roman…” I managed to let slip from my mouth, voice strained. Whimpers followed soon after as his tip started teasing my hidden and spongy spot deep inside of me.

With the pleasured sound he just let out and the way I felt even fuller, I think he had managed to force his way inside, losing control of my pussy.

The sounds coming out from down there were nasty and nearly pornographic.

Sounds of skin slapping on skin, his balls ricocheting against my ass each time he pushed back. My pussy joined in on the concert too, mixing in some of its very own sounds—squelching sounds.

The whole mix created the perfect mixtape for a good time.

Whoever was to walk by at this instant, would know exactly what kind of game was being played on the other side.

Not only was it hot in here, but the room, filled with moans, grunts and whimpers, only added to the arousal of us both.

“That’s it…” he growled, feeling my cunt clenching and squeezing his meat, trying to accommodate his size. “Perfect pussy, remembering me each time like I never left…” he leaned down and bit my earlobe. “And if I could… I’d stay buried in it all day long…”

Deep thrusts and rolls of his hips followed his words. My ears almost went deaf, overwhelmed with the intensity of it all.

Unable to focus on anything else but the way he was taking possession of my pussy and my whole body, with each snap of his hips on mine

“See this shit?” He looked down at where we were connected, one hand reaching behind my neck to make me look too. “Perfect. Just fucking perfect," he closed his eyes and bit on his bottom lip before looking down again, “Like always, this pussy welcomes me in like second skin.”

The sight alone almost made me gush out on his big cock instantly. His long length drove in and out of me, eaten up by my tight and wet pussy. Glistening in my juices, he was moving fast and with purpose, hitting all the spots with perfect precision.

Eyes moving up on me, on the way I was falling apart in his arms, he chuckled.

“You love this shit don’t you? Daddy’s dick splitting you open and turning you into a slut for me... I know you love this, sweetheart,” he chuckled some more when I answered him with a loud whiny moan and breathless cry of his name. “Shit-you’re squeezing the hell out of me right now…” He hissed, leaning to stay inches away from my face, our lips teasing a kiss.

Words were unnecessary.

My pussy was doing all the talking anyway.

Growling again, Roman smacked my ass, making me whine and almost lose it right here and there. “Babygirl’s getting close, huh?” He mewled in my ear, “Wanna cum? Make a mess on daddy?”

Feeling me clench and dripping down on him, he went even deeper, helping me bounce back on him, meeting him in between his thrusts. His baritone and raspy voice drove me insane and made my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Cum for daddy.”

It was all I needed.

My body started shaking, eyes squeezed shut as he made me cum hard. I felt like I was screaming but nothing came out. Mouth hung open, eyes closed.

My pussy was so tight and gripping him so hard, I felt him twitch.

“Lemme get a taste of this juicy pussy…” Opening my eyes as I felt the material of the leather couch under me, they quickly rolled to the back of my head.

Feasting on me like he hadn’t eaten a full meal in days, Roman's mouth was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

Licking and exploring my pussy, he had just fucked so, so good seconds ago.

My clit, my lips, even my asshole.

Nothing was left untouched.

I felt empty. No longer feeling the hardness of his sex inside of me. It was a weird feeling considering how only minutes ago, this very same pussy was struggling to even make him fit.

Now, it didn't want him to leave. She wants him back.

Although, I'm not one to complain about some cuni.

Neither did this pussy.

It's disgusting to hear and feel how drenched my pussy is, knowing Roman didn't give a damn about it, not letting his mouth and tongue miss a single spot.

I could picture the whole scene and how it would look like it was taken from a porn scene.

My whole sex life felt like a porn scene at times with Roman. The amount of filth and freak it combined was almost embarrassing.

I can't get enough of him and he can't get enough of me.

We ruined each other for anybody else.

The softness of his lips around my clit contrasted perfectly with the roughness of his beard scraping my inner thighs. As instinct, my legs locked around his head and my hands reached for his hair, uncaringly tugging and pulling at the strands, making his manbun look a mess.

None of us cared about it for now.

He groaned into my cunt at the feeling and quickly pulled his face away, still a glistening mess covered in my juices. He didn't care, acting like it was nothing and swapped my hands away from him to bury himself in between my legs again.

Legs spread wide by his hands, he went back into driving himself inside of me, drilling my pussy in fast and deep strokes, penetrating not only my cunt but my whole soul.

Now he was going to chase his nut, clearly on the verge of erupting inside of me after all that.

“ROMAN!” I cried out in pleasure, shutting my mouth quickly in embarrassment, my hand barely containing my voice echoing inside the locker room.

I was sure everyone in the arena heard me.

Of course, Roman didn't give two fucks about it.

For all I know, it only encouraged him.

“I know… feels good, huh?” Removing my hand from my mouth he shook his head with that damn dangerous and wicked smirk of his. “Nuh huh. Don’t hold back, babygirl. Wanna hear you… Whose dick is it?"

I was a fucking mess.

My head was spinning, on cloud nine. Breathless, I struggled to find the strength to use my voice cords but I managed to answer him. "M-mine. It's mine. M-my dick."

“Damn right babygirl, it’s all yours… and you know how to make it yours," he licked his lips and moaned at the taste of myself on his lips, igniting his own arousal even more.

“Daddy…” I whined loudly, feeling that familiar feeling building up inside of me again.

He grabbed my body and nearly made me dizzy from how fast he maneuvered me and forced me on my knees. Pushing me against the arm of the couch, I didn’t have time to breath, that he was back taking my breath away.

“Oh-FUCK! D—DADDY!”

“You’re doing so good babygirl… Taking daddy so well… I’m gon’ give you your prize, pretty girl… You gon’ lemme cum in this pussy, huh? My pussy?”

All I could do was nod.

Throat dry from all the screams and moans that came out of me and an overexposure to good dick—to him.

“Use your words, baby… You know daddy don’t like feeling ignored, I need to hear you…”

“Mhmm-yes,” I muttered under my breath. I felt the grip of his hand on my hair tighten.

"Yes what?"

"C-cum. I w‐want your cum," turning my head to look at him, it was now my job to get what I wanted. "Give me my cum. Give me all of it, daddy. Don't leave me empty. I want it s-so bad."

My pleas and desperation every time he's about to cum, always drives him crazy.

He loves this shit.

Loves knowing how badly I want to feel his warm seed inside of me.

I turn feral at this point each time.

Starving, I need him to feed me with his white and sticky cum, an evidence of how much he loves me and I gave him pleasure.

Make a mess everywhere, I don't care, as long as I get filled by him.

A stuffed babygirl, is a happy babygirl.

Roman nearly collapsed on top of me, followed by a deep grunt and one last snap of his hips against mine. Buried to the hilt inside of me, his whole body shook and I shivered as soon as I felt the first spurt of cum. "Yes, yes, YES. Give it to me-fuck."

Breathless and bodies sticky with sweat, we stayed connected together for long minutes trying to catch our breaths and recover from our respective orgasms.

"You okay?" Roman asked, pecking my shoulder. He always hated how carried away he can get at times, too horny and in need of feeling my pussy around him that he doesn't take the time to do foreplay and ask me if I'm ready to take him.

"Y-yes."

"Promise? That was a lot," his hands went straight to work, caressing and rubbing my body.

I smiled and lifted my head to look at him. "That was fucking amazing," he leaned down to kiss me and I pulled away after. "Happy birthday, champ."

The party had died down a few hours ago.

The thumping bass and laughter fading into memory as the two of you stumbled back into the luxury of the hotel suite. The sudden silence was almost jarring after the chaos downstairs. Just the soft click of the door lock and the faint hum of the air conditioning.

Jimmy kicked the door shut behind you with a heavy thud, his arm slung low and possessive around your waist. He pulled you flush against his side, unable to stand even an inch of space between you.

He was definitely feeling the drinks. That lazy, bright grin on his face, eyes dark and heavier than usual. There was a slight sway in his step as he walked you backward toward the living room couch. He was still in the black shorts he’d thrown on after the event, the thin material riding low on his hips. The scent of his spicy cologne mixed with the faint trace of liquor and sweat from the night. It clung to his skin, warm and intoxicating.

You weren’t much better.

The rum and whatever else Jimmy had been putting in your hand all night had you warm and giggly. Your body humming with that perfect, hazy buzz that made everything feel a little more electric. Your skin felt extra sensitive. Every brush of his fingers on your hip sending little sparks straight down your spine. Your dress felt too tight, your thighs too warm where they rubbed together with each step.

Jimmy dropped onto the couch first, pulling you straight down into his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. The movement hiked your dress up high on your legs, the heat of his bare thigh pressing right against your pussy through the thin fabric of your panties.

His big hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking slow, lazy circles over your dress, fingertips dipping just under the hem like he couldn’t help himself. You looped your arms around his neck, hands sliding down to rest of the backs of his shoulders. Your fingers traced the warm, smooth skin there as you settled against him.

For a long moment neither of you spoke. Jimmy just held your gaze, dark eyes locked on yours with that quiet intensity he got when he was a few too many drinks deep. He leaned in, nose brushing along your jaw before his lips found the sensitive spot just under it. He nibbled softly, sucked gently. The scrape of his teeth making you shiver.

“How you feelin’, baby?” he murmured against your skin, warm breath fanning over the damp spot he’d just marked. “Still good? Still with me?”

You smiled, fingers tightening on the backs of his shoulders as you tilted your head to give him more room. “Mmm, better than good.” Your voice came out as a whisper, breathy and a little giggly from the buzz. “Just really warm. And really into you right now.”

Jimmy hummed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your neck as he gave another soft bite before pulling back just enough to look at you again. That lazy grin was back, but his eyes were darker. Heavier. The drunk haze mixing with something deeper and hungrier.

“Room service ain’t got shit on what I got in here,” he grumbled, voice low and rough with that signature smirk of his. He nodded toward the mini-bar at the corner. The one he’d had fully stocked the second you checked in. “Grab that bottle of tequila off the counter, baby.”

You raised an eyebrow, already grinning as you leaned back slightly in his lap, reaching over and snagging the half-full bottle. The glass was cool against your palm, the liquid sloshing softly.

Jimmy’s eyes dragged slowly down your body, dark and heavy, lingering shamelessly on the low neckline of your dress and the soft, full swell of your breasts. His hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to pull you closer, pressing you down harder onto his lap so you could feel exactly how hard he already was beneath you. His cock was thick and hot, straining against the thin material of his shorts.

His hands slid up your sides, hooking two fingers into the neckline of your dress and tugging it down roughly. The fabric bunched beneath your breasts and they spilled free into the cool air of the suite. Your nipples tightened instantly under him, heavy and sensitive.

Jimmy’s gaze was pure hunger now, dark and unashamed, lips parting like he was already imagining the taste of them.

“Pour it,” he rasped, barely more than a growl against your skin. “All over these pretty tits f’me.”

Heat flooded through you at his words, but you didn’t wait for him to ask again. You tilted the bottle and poured a slow, steady stream of tequila right down the center of your cleavage. The cold liquid made you gasp sharply, sliding down the warm valley between them in shiny, glistening streams.

It dripped over your nipples, making them pebble even tighter, and pooled on the soft, full curves before spilling lower in thin, teasing trails.

Jimmy groaned deep in his chest the second the first drop hit your skin, the sound vibrating hot against you. He ducked his head immediately, dragging his tongue slowly up the center of your tits in one long, broad stripe, licking through the tequila with a filthy, satisfied moan that went straight between your legs.

“Fuck, baby…” he muttered against your skin. “Taste even better like this.”

He didn’t stop. He licked and sucked at every single drop. Tongue swirling around one nipple before moving to the other, sucking the tight, tequila-slick bud into his hot mouth with a wet pop. His hands squeezed your tits together, pushing them up and in so he could bury his face between them, licking and kissing and biting softly at the sensitive flesh while more tequila dripped down.

Your hands gripped his hair, arching into his mouth with a soft, breathy moan. The buzz from the night mixing with the heat of his mouth until everything felt hazy and electric.

Jimmy groaned again, the sound muffled between your breasts as he sucked harder, tongue flicking and swirling while his hands kneaded and squeezed, completely lost in the taste of you.

The more he tasted, the drunker he got– not just from the tequila, but from you.

His movements were getting sloppier, more desperate. His tongue dragged heavier across your skin. He was less precise, chasing every glistening drop with open-mouthed, hungry licks that left long, wet trails behind. His breathing was heavier now. Hotter against your chest, each exhale coming out in a shaky groan. You could feel the way his hands trembled slightly as they squeezed your breasts together again, nose pressing deeper into your pillowly flesh.

Every broad swipe of his tongue sent sparks racing across your skin. Your nipples were tight and aching from the constant attention, each flick and suck making your thighs clench around his hips. The mixture of spit and liquor dripped down your stomach in warm, sticky trails, cooling quickly in the air and making you feel exposed and filthy and so fucking wanted.

You were buzzing harder now, the alcohol and the taste of his mouth making everything feel slow and intense. Your core was throbbing against the hard ridge of his cock through his shorts, soaked and aching, every little grind of his hips sending fresh heat deep in your belly.

When he finally pulled back for air, his lips were shiny and swollen, glistening with spit and liquor. A thin, sticky string of it connected his mouth to your nipple for a heartbeat before it broke and dripped down your breast. A few pieces of hair fell into his eyes as he looked up at you.

His eyes were heavy-lidded, glassy, the usual sharp focus softened by the alcohol and the haze of you. His cheeks were flushed darker than before. He looked completely gone. Drunk on the taste of your skin. On the way you were letting him devour you like this.

Without warning, he leaned up and kissed you. It was deep, messy, tequila-flavored. His tongue slid against yours immediately, hot and insistent, and you tasted everything. The sharp bite of the liquor, the salt of your own skin, the faint sweetness of his mouth.

He groaned into the kiss, low and filthy, one big hand still cupping your tit. His thumb rolling slow and rough over your nipple while he kissed you, wanting to consume you from the mouth down.

“More,” he rasped, pulling away from your mouth. His words were starting to slur from how far he was gone. “Pour me s’more, baby. I ain’t done yet.”

You tilted the bottle again, pouring a fresh, slower stream right over your nipples. You gasped at the feeling, a full-body shiver rolling through you as it cascaded down the curves of your breasts.

The chill of the tequila against your overheated skin, the way it made your nipples ache even more— had you rocking helplessly in his lap, grinding down against the thick bulge in his shorts.

Jimmy dove back in like a man starved.

Every so often he’d pull back just enough to look at you, lips parted and shining, before diving back in. Sucking harder, biting gently at the soft undersides, leaving little red marks that bloomed under his mouth. His hips rocked up against you in slow, needy grinds, pressing his hard cock against your core through his shorts, the friction making you both moan.

But it wasn’t enough for him anymore.

Jimmy’s hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in almost bruisingly as he groaned against your tit. His breathing was ragged, hot and uneven, the alcohol making him bolder. He gave one last hard suck to your nipple, then suddenly gripped your waist and lifted you off his lap like you weighed nothing at all.

“Down,” he muttered. “On your knees. Right here.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was guiding– pushing– you down onto the floor in front of the couch. Your knees hit the soft carpet between his spread thighs. Jimmy leaned back against the cushions, legs splayed wide, one big hand shoving his shorts down to free his cock.

It sprang out, already slightly weeping at the tip. He wrapped a hand around the base and gave himself one slow stroke, eyes still locked on your tits.

You thought you knew what he wanted.

Your hands slid up his thick thighs, nails draggling lightly over the warm skin as you leaned forward on your knees. Your lips parted, mouth starting to water as you moved to take him in. The head of his cock was right there, flushed and shiny, and you were drunk enough that the only thought in your floaty mind was to taste him.

Before your lips could even brush the tip, Jimmy’s hand shot out.

His fingers tangled tight in your hair, yanking your head back with a firm, sudden tug that made your breath catch. Your mouth was still open, tongue halfway out, when he stopped you cold.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured, voice still thick and slurred. “No.”

You blinked up at him, confused and a little dazed, the drunk haze making everything feel slow and fuzzy. Your lips were still parted, breath coming quick and shallow as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Why’d you have to stop? You had been so sure it was what he wanted.

The way he was stroking himself, the way he was looking at you, the way his cock was leaking right in front of your face. Your hands stayed on his thighs, fingers flexing against the muscle as you tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion.

“But… I thought…” Your voice came out soft, your words dragging out, still tasting the tequila on your tongue from earlier. “I was jus’ gonna–”

Jimmy’s grip in your hair tightened for a second, almost painful. Just enough to keep you right where he wanted you. He looked wrecked already and you hadn’t even touched him.

“I don’t want your mouth,” he growled, the words a little clumsy but clear. “Not tonight. I want these.” His free hand came down, cupping one of your tits and squeezing. “Want you to bounce these pretty fuckin’ tits around my cock. Now.”

Your confusion quickly melted into understanding. You nodded lips still parted, the sting in your scalp from his grip only making your pussy wetter.

“Okay… yeah,” you whispered, breathy and obedient. “Whatever you want, baby.”

Jimmy released your hair, leaning back against the couch with a satisfied groan as you pressed your breasts together with both hands and slid them around his thick, leaking cock. The moment you squeezed them tight around him, you looked down.

God. Your tits looked ruined.

The soft, full curves were flushed red from all the sucking and biting he’d been doing. Everywhere his mouth had been was marked– dark, blooming hickeys and the clear imprints of his teeth scattered across the tops and undersides. Some already turning that bruised purple-red that would impossible to hide.

Your nipples were swollen and puffy, covered with spit and leftover tequila, still tight and aching from the constant attention. The mix of it all glistened on your skin in messy, wet streaks, causing the marks to stand out even more under the low light.

You could feel the heat radiating off them, the way the skin felt tender and sensitive where his teeth had sunk in. Every little shift made them throb. A sharp, delicious reminder of how greedily he’d ravaged you just minutes ago.

The thick, flushed head of his cock pushed up through the tight, slick valley you’d created, smearing fresh pre-cum across the already messy skin. The contrast was filthy. Your soft, bruised marked up tits wrapped around his hard, veiny cock. The shiny red of your skin against the darker flush of his length.

Every upward bounce made your breasts jiggle and slap together around him. The wet, obscene sounds filled the quiet room as more spit and tequila and pre-cum mixed together and dripped down onto his lap.

You felt dizzy with it all.

The alcohol made everything feel slower and more intense at the same time. The heat of his cock sliding between your tits, the way your nipples dragged against his skin with every bounce.

Jimmy’s groan was low as he watched the same sight, his hips rocking up to fuck your tits harder.

“Fuck. Look at that,” he slurred, one hand coming down to cover yours, helping you squeeze your bruised breasts even tighter around his cock. “So pretty and red. Bouncin’ them tits on my dick. Such a good little slut f’me.”

You kept bouncing, slow at first, then faster. You watched the way his cock disappeared completely between your tits only to reappear at the top, dark and slick, the head nudging your sternum. The marks on your skin stretched and pulled with every thrust of his hips, the sting and pleasure building until you were moaning right along with him.

Jimmy’s hips started snapping up harder, fucking your tits with short, needy thrusts that made thrm bounce and jiggle around his cock. The mix of fluids made everything slippery and warm as you kept squeezing your tits tight around him.

You were bouncing them for him now– lifting and dropping your breasts in rhythm with his thrusts, the heavy, tender flesh slapping together around his thick cock. Your nipples rubbed against his length on every stroke, so sensitive they ached, sending sparks straight down to your core.

Your pussy was fucking soaked.

You could feel it. Your panties were completely drenched, the heat throbbing between your thighs as you rocked in time with him on your knees. The friction and the sight of him losing it between your breasts made your clit throb in time with every thrust.

But Jimmy wasn’t even thinking about your pleasure right now. He was drunk, selfish, and completely focused on the tight, warm tits wrapped around him.

“Shit,” he breathed out, eyes red as he stared down at the sight. His hair was falling messily across his face, strands sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Need you doin’ this all the time.”

He groaned loud and low, hips snapping harder, the head of his cock smearing pre-cum in shiny streaks. His hands covered yours again, helping you squeeze your tits even tighter around him, fingers digging deep into your flesh.

“You don’t even know,” he panted, hips fucking up into your cleavage with sloppy, desperate strokes. “Want these tits marked up and bouncin’ on my cock every fuckin’ night. So soft… so warm. Fuck, baby. Just like that–”

You moaned softly, the praise and the sting of everything making your pussy clench around nothing. You kept bouncing your tits faster, squeezing them tighter around his throbbing cock. The slick, messy sounds were growing louder as more pre-cum leaked from the tip and coated your skin.

Jimmy’s head tipped back against the couch for a second, his mouth open, before he forced his eyes back down to watch. His breathing was growing more ragged, chest heaving quickly, the drunken haze making every movement sloppier. His cock throbbed violently between your tits, the head swelling darker as he got closer.

“Gonna cum all over these pretty tits,” he growled, voice broken. “Gonna paint ‘em so fuckin’ good. “

You squeezed your breasts even tighter around him, bouncing faster, looking up at his wrecked face through your lashes.

Jimmy’s grip on your hands tightened bruisingly as his thrusts turned erratic and he came hard with a deep, guttural groan.

Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your tits in messy spurts, painting the soft, already marked skin in pearly white streaks. Some landed high on your chest and collarbone, dripping down your neck in warm, sticky trails. Others coated the tops of your breasts, pooling between them and sliding over your swollen nipples.

His cock pulsed and jerked between your breasts as he kept fucking them through it, milking every last drop while you kept bouncing, squeezing him tight until he was spent and shaking.

Jimmy’s head fell back again, hair plastered to his face as he panted through the aftershocks. His hands stayed on your tits, lazily smearing his cum across your skin like he wanted to mark you even more.

You looked down at the mess. Your bruised, red tits covered in his cum. Nipples shiny and puffy. The bites standing out even brighter against the white streaks that dripped down your neck and chest.

Jimmy lifted his head, glassy eyes meeting yours. A lazy, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “Look at you, all covered in me.”

You smiled up at him, still on your knees between his legs, glistening with his cum, the haze between you thick and warm. His hands slid down your waist and with a possessive growl, he pulled you straight back into his lap, straddling him again. Your cum coated tits pressed against his chest as he settled you where he wanted you, your soaked pussy pressing against the still-hard length of his cock.

Jimmy didn’t waste another second.

He ducked his head and dragged his tongue slowly up the center of your cleavage, licking a slow, filthy stripe through his own cum. The wet heat of his mouth made you gasp. He groaned deep in his chest as he tasted himself mixed with the salt of your skin and the lingering tequila.

“Mine,” he muttered against you, thick and slurred. His tongue moved slower, licking every thick rope of cum off the soft curves of your breasts. He sucked gently at one nipple, pulling the puffy bud into his mouth along with a mouthful of his own release. He then moved to the other, cleaning you with long, lazy strokes of his tongue.

You moaned softly, fingers threading back into his messy hair as he worked. The sensation was overwhelming. The warm, wet drag of his tongue over your sensitive skin. The way he licked and sucked and swallowed, gathering every drop like he couldn’t stand to waste any of it.

You were still tender from all the earlier abuse, the fresh hickeys and teeth marks throbbing under his mouth as he licked over them, soothing and claiming at the same time.

Jimmy tilted his head and licked a slow trail up the side of one breast, then higher, chasing a thick streak that had dripped onto your collarbone and neck. His tongue dragged over your throat, sucking gently at the skin there, tasting himself on you while his hands continued to knead the soft, cum-slick flesh of your tits.

“Fuck, taste so good,” he groaned against your neck, drunk and hazy. “These are all mine. My pretty tits, my marks. All fuckin’ mine.”

You rocked slowly in his lap. Your pussy was drenched, throbbing against his cock, but Jimmy wasn’t focused on anything but cleaning you. Licking every last drop off your chest, your nipples, the undersides of your breasts, even the little trails that had run down toward your stomach. His hair kept falling forward, brushing your skin, sticking to the wet mess as he worked.

Every slow, filthy lick made your nipples ache and your core clench. The drunk, possessive way he was devouring his own cum off your tits had you dizzy. Soft little moans slipped out of you as you held his head to your chest and let him worship you.

Jimmy finally pulled back just enough to look at you, glassy eyes staring at your now clean but still bruised and glistening tits. He leaned in and pressed one last, slow, open mouthed kiss between them, tongue darting out to catch the very last drop. He rested his forehead against your chest, breathing hot and heavy against your skin.

“Damn… could stay buried between these all night,” he slurred. “Best fuckin’ view in the world.”