#555sage

summary — a clingy and sick joe who hates the idea of sleeping away from you

pairing — joe burrow x black!reader

Heavy padded footsteps approaching from down the hall caught your attention as you stood tying up your headscarf. Your boyfriend stood at the bedroom door with a blanket draped over his lengthy frame. You snickered to yourself seeing a piece of tissue paper stuffed in one of his nostril. Such a baby, you thought.

“Babe, come on. You’re really not gonna let me sleep in my own bed?” he whined, leaning against the door frame.

“I’m so serious. You are not about to get me sick with you cause you wanna be clingy.” you shook your head, grabbing the small pillow and throwing it over the bed.

He caught a cold over the weekend after spending a few days away for an event with his foundation. The dramatics began when he woke up on Sunday morning with a sore throat, then a runny nose a few days later.

“Babe, touch my forehead. Is it hot?”

“My back is aching, that can’t be normal for a cold.”

“Can you make that soup I like with the dumplings in them, please?”

You’d think he was on the verge of dying the way he made it seem.

“You know I hate sleeping away from you.” he argued with a slight frown.

He drags his feet in your direction, you feel him press into your behind as you leaned forward to grab another pillow. He snakes his arm around your waist, “This is how you’re going to treat your dying boyfriend?”

You turn your head back at him and slap his chest. “Boy, go somewhere with all that dying stuff. You’re going to piss me off, Joseph.” Turning around in his arms, you look up at him. Staring into his blue orbs you couldn’t help but laugh at the way his bottom lip poked out in a pout.

You stood there for a few seconds pondering on your decision. “Okay, just for tonight.” you gave in, pointing your index finger in his face.

The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile. He presses you closer into his chest with a firm hold around your waist. Leaning in, he attacks your face with quick pecks.

You pull away with a smile on your face, “But, if you get me sick, you owe me a spa day.”

“Anything for you, baby. Now come on, I want to cuddle.” he agreed with your demand without hesitation, pulling you into bed with him.

summary — he just couldn’t wait to get home to you

pairing — joe burrow x black!fem!reader

By five in the morning Joe was up and out the house for training camp, leaving you sound sleep underneath the warm sateen duvet. During his entire workout session Joe couldn’t help but to think about you. He loved hearing your soft snores slip past your lips as you rested your head on his bare chest. He loved how you would hold him tight as if he’d somehow run away as you both slept.

However, when you’d have the bed to yourself you slept wild. On a few occasions when he’d come home from an early morning practice or catch you taking a midday nap, your arms and legs would be sprawled out every which way—your mouth wide as you snored. He’d snap pictures while quietly laughing as you slept.

On the way home, Joe’s body heated with anticipation thinking of being in your presence again. Even just being away from you for three hours was too much. Stepping into the house, Joe drops his things off in a corner, slides his shoes off, and heads upstairs.

He makes his way around the bed to still find you asleep on his side, your face buried in the pillow as soft snores slip past your lips. Since he already took a shower at the training facility, he stripped out of his tank and fleece joggers leaving him in his underwear.

He slips in behind you immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist and presses soft pecks to your neck. You jumped a little at the contact, unaware of his arrival.

“You scared me.” you said groggily, placing your hand on top of his large pair. “When’d you get home?”

Joe pulls you closer into his chest, inhaling deeply as the familiar scent of your body wash clouds his nose. “Just now.”

The air from his mouth hits your neck causing you to shudder. Your mouth parts slightly from the contact. “How was practice?”

You feel him press his lips to the ball of your bare shoulder. “Couldn’t think, I just missed you so much.” he whispers against your shoulder.

Lifting his hand from underneath yours, he drags it down to the end of your slip dress and lifting it over your bare ass. You feel his prominent erection against your ass, the fabric of his boxer rubbed against your skin as he pressed into you.

“You feel how much I missed you?” Joe groaned in your ear, swiping his tongue across the ridge of your outer ear. He hooks his fingers around your thighs and lifts it over his legs.

“Need to be inside you.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he breathlessly moans in your ear. As he reaches down behind you, you feel his erection spring out, tapping your ass with a soft smack. The contact entices a small moan from you.

He slides the tip of his dick in between your wet folds. “Always so wet for me, baby.” You hear a curse fall from his lips as he pushes inside you. “Oh fuck.”

Your back arches from pleasure as he continues sinking himself deeper into you. He stills inside of you, taking in a moment to enjoy the warmth. His large hand rested on the hook of your ass, fingers digging into your skin as he thrust slowly.

“Fuck, just like that Joe.” you moaned as he quickened his pace.

The dim light from the lamp on the nightstand allows him to catch a glimpse of your facial expression. With furrowed eyebrows and your mouth parted as you moaned, a smirk grew on his face.

“You like that?” he asks through a throaty moan.

You could only nod, the pleasure building up becoming too intense for you to speak. His arm underneath your head reaches down into your slip dress—with a firm grip, he pulls your breast out from the top.

Your walls tightened around him, which caused him to let out a deep guttural moan. “She missed me too, huh? Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” he cooed.

“Ungh, feels sooo fucking good.” you managed to get out.

He steals a sharp breath from you as he drags his dick out just until the tip is at the entrance, feeling you clench around him. “Such a greedy girl.”

He eases into you stretching you slowly inch by inch just enough to be balls deep. You bite back a moan from the fullness of him inside of you. “Gonna fill you up so good. You want that, baby?”

“Yes, Joey. Please, please.” you begged.

He lifts your chin up and turns your face so you were face to face. “I got you, baby.” Joe breathes against your lips as he continues to stroke into you.

His uniformed and long strokes became erratic as he neared his climax. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips as he slammed into you. You were a complete mess—your fingers dug into his wrist as your velvety walls clenched around him—lost in the ecstasy of his rhythmic strokes.

“Right there, right there. Fuuuckk.” you cried.

One last stroke sends you both over the edge—the euphoric feeling pulling harmonious moans from you and needy whispers from Joe. You reach down and wrap your hand around his length, pulling him out slowly. His breath hitched as you used your mixed juices to rub his sensitive tip between your folds.

He leaned forward, crashing his lips onto yours desperately. A moan erupts from his throat as he slips his tongue in. Sucking on his tongue, you stroke his length gently rubbing your thumb over his leaky tip.

He pulls away with a shaky chuckle, “Okay, okay, baby. You’re killing me.”

“Sorry.” you innocently apologized.

pairing — anthony joshua x black!fem!reader

DOING YOUR MAKEUP

“What?” You asked with a puzzled expression on your face.

You stood in the hotel’s bathroom, your makeup scattered across the granite countertop of the sink—you leaned in close to the mirror to trace the black lip liner over your lips.

“Nothing, just watching.” He placed his large hands on each side of your hips, pulling you back into his large frame.

He stares at you in the mirror as he rubs your hips soothingly. He loved watching you do your makeup, and he never fails to let you know you’re beautiful without it.

You pop your lips together, placing the cap on the lip liner and putting it in your makeup bag. You reach for the Fenty Beauty ‘Fuchsia Flex’ gloss and before you could open the bottle, Anthony stops you.

“Give me a kiss before you finish the rest of your lip stuff, yeah.”

“You mean my lip combo, Anthony?” You laughed looking at him in the mirror.

He lands a soft slap to your butt. “Come on, give your man some lips.”

“Ow.” You hiss jokingly, running your palm over your butt. “You’re so needy.”

You turn your head and crane your neck, puckering your lips for a kiss. You attempt to pull away, but his hand grips the bottom of your jaw.

You follow the rhythm of his insatiable kisses, moaning softly into his mouth. He pulls away with one last kiss to your lips.

“Mm, I love you.” He says against your lips.

“I love you too.”

AFTER A BOXING SESSION

Sweaty, out of breath, and thirsty—you sat on the bench in Anthony’s boxing gym attempting to catch your breath. You didn’t necessarily plan to workout with Anthony, but he convinced you with the promise of a shopping trip.

Anthony, on the other hand, stood shirtless and sweaty—his breathing controlled and steady. He walks towards you, extending his hand out to grab your gloved hands, helping you take them off.

Your eyes meets his to see him smiling down at you. “Why are you so smiley right now? You enjoy torturing me or something?”

He throws his head back his loud laugh filling the empty gym. “Come on, baby. You know which way I love torturing you this is not one of them.” He says matter-of-factly.

You slap his meaty thigh with the back of your palm. “You’re so nasty.”

“You love it.” He leans down and kisses your sweaty chest.

“Anthony!”

You knew he couldn’t care less about you being sweaty. He’d always claim to love how you smelled after a workout session.

“Come on, let’s go shower.” He pulls you up from the bench with ease, guiding you guys to the gym’s shower.

WEARING HIS CLOTHES

Anthony loved you in anything of his—his clothes, his hats, and his chains. You both were in the kitchen as he cooked dinner, you sat on top of the kitchen counter a bowl of prepared salad in your lap.

“Taste.” He says guiding the wooden spoon to your mouth.

You lean forward, your lips ever so lightly wrapped around the edge of the wooden spoon. As the savory taste of the gravy hits your tongue, you nod your head in approval.

“Big daddy can cook!” You clap your middle and thumb finger together as a way of complimenting him.

“I just might have more than a compliment for the chef later.”

He grins widely watching you grab plates for the both you, his eyes scanning you. “Just might?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, baby.” You tease, wiggling your ass out to him.

You both burst out laughing and finish the last touches of dinner to eat. You and Anthony sat together and ate dinner, enjoying each other’s company, sharing laughs, and discussing future plans.

“You look good in my clothes.” He admits in admiration.

“Our clothes, baby.” You press a kiss to his lips.

He laughed watching you walk to the sink, his grey sweats fitted loosely on your body. Even though he was sizes bigger than you, they seemed to fit perfectly on you in his eyes.

“You need to start leaving them here more often, you have too many sweats anyways.”

pairing — jimmy uso x black!wife

summary — cuddling is never enough for jimmy, he always wants more.

“Jimmy, baby..” She mutters.

“C’mon, sugar. You too far for me, come closer.” He tugs on her shorts gripping her hip—pulling her bottom closer against his front.

She obliged, scooting back closer to him. Her cheeks hanging out of the shorts rubbed against his prominent hard-on. He hummed happily in her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her nape.

Too entranced by the comfort she felt in his arms, she didn’t take notice of Jimmy grinding himself on her. Feeling more on her, he drags his fingers across her thick thighs to her front—rubbing her through the shorts.

She laughs softly, “Baby, come on.”

“What? Just relax, baby.” He whispers in her ear as he slips his hand into her shorts. He grabs a handful of her ass and kneads it—soft as dough—that’s how it feels in his large hand.

“Can we just cuddle for a few minutes without you tryna’ get nasty?” She looks back at him over her shoulder, looking him in his lust-filled eyes.

“Want me to stop?” He smirks, rubbing her covered clit. “Hmm?”

The words caught in her throat struggled to be spoken. She bit her lip to prevent her moan from slipping past. But her struggling to keep her composure only enticed Jimmy. It motivated him like no other. “Tell me, sugar.”

Feeling her soft skin, his fingers dance around her panties. Before putting a finger inside her wet, pillowy insides, he took his time feeling over her pussy.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He growled lowly in her ear.

“Unh..” She moaned quietly.

He smirks at her reaction, adding in another finger. She grinds herself on his finger for more friction, but he won’t give her what she wants.

“You want some more?” He teases.

She nods her head eagerly, but that’s not good enough for him. He wants to hear her beg for it. It ignited a fire in him when she would beg in that whispery moan. So gentle, so sweet. “I wanna hear you baby.” He presses a soft kiss to her shoulder.

“Talk to me. Tell me what it is you want.”

“I want more.. I need you inside me.”

That was it. That was all he needed to hear before taking his fingers out and pulling her shorts and panties off. He lifts her leg holding onto the back of her thigh. Just as eager, she reaches down and wraps her hand around his dick—rubbing the head of his dick against her wet clit.

“Fuck..” She moans as she slowly eases him in.

Jimmy sloppily licks and kisses her ear. “Fuckk, you’re so wet baby.”

She reaches out for his lips for a kiss. “All for you, daddy.” She moans against his lips.

Jimmy relentlessly drills into her, his pelvis clapping against her ass. He lands a slap to her ass, which incites a moan from her—her walls clenching around him. He chuckles manically, knowing she loved when he was rough with her.

“You love this dick, don’t you baby?” He wraps his hand around her throat adding a little pressure.

She could only nod in response to his question.

He adds a bit more pressure to her throat. “Nuh-uh baby, let me hear you.” He draws out his stroke and slowly slams back into her.

“Y-Yes daddy, I love that dick.” She breathlessly whines. She was seconds away from reaching her climax, and he knew that.

Once she begins to shake under him, he knows she is on her way to cumming on his dick. “Cum on this dick, baby.” He eggs on.

She lets out a scream into the pillow as her orgasm hits—Jimmy stills inside her as his balls tighten up—filling her up deep with his hot cum. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Gimme that nut baby.” She begged breathlessly.

“It’s all yours, baby.” His large hand grips her face, roughly pulling it towards his—kissing her deeply. He moans into her mouth as he continues to pump into her.

“Fuck!” He breathes as he pulls out, looking down at her pussy leaking with his cum.

“You can never just cuddle, can you?”

pairing — sam winchester x black!fem!reader

summary — sam hates (loves) when you’re mad at him

warnings — mature audiences only 18+

“Are you even listening to me right now?”

No he wasn’t. Sam lied on his back in your bed “listening” to you chew him out about him beating up a customer from the diner you worked at because he “touched” you in a way Sam didn’t find acceptable.

“Yes, I am. I promise.” He lied, as he watched your movements carefully.

You rubbed the body butter in the palm of your hand and applied it to your arms. The strap of the sheer pink nightdress fell down your shoulder as you moisturized your chest.

How could Sam possibly focus on what you were saying when you sat there rubbing in that vanilla body butter he loved smelling on you—slow and enticingly. Wearing that nightdress he loves to see you in, allowing him easy access to run his fingers along your body. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he imagines the thought.

You stood from the vanity chair and made your way towards the bed. “I’m on my last straw at work because of you, Sam! Why couldn’t you just push him off? You didn’t have to beat him to a pulp.” You continued, sinking one knee into the plush mattress with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Fuck,” he thought. You looked so pretty when you were mad at him. You would scrunch up your face in a way he thought was cute and funny at the same time. If you knew that he loved arguing with you, you’d probably curse him out for it.

“Come on, you and I both know he was out of line Y/N. He didn’t need to have his hands on you like that. I didn’t like that.”

You scoff, “His hands were barely on my ass Sam!”

“That’s not what I saw.”

You stayed sliently as you grabbed the decorative pillows on your bed and angrily chucked them onto the floor. “I don’t understand you. It’s like you enjoy making me mad.” You mumbled.

He does. Beneath his jeans was proof of how much he enjoyed making you mad.

You sink into bed resting your back against the headboard. “I’m sorry, angel.” You heard him say softly. With his face against your arm, he plants soft kisses to your skin—inhaling the pleasant scent of your body butter.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. I hate it when you’re mad at me.” He groans in your ear, his hand reaching up to cup the side of your face.

He kisses your ear, then cheek, then nose, and eventually captures your lips ferociously.

“Show me you’re sorry.” You commanded.

Now on his stomach, Sam feasted on you as if you were his last meal. Your arousal evident on his face as he sucked on your clit, eliciting breathy moans from you. You ran fingers through his hair as he continued and just when he hit your sweet spot you tightened your grip. The ache from you pulling his hair roughly encouraged him to suck your clit harder.

“S-Sam.” You moaned breathlessly.

“Gonna cum on my tongue?” He asks against your wet cunt.

You nod as you stare down at him, his eyes meeting yours as he pulls another breathtaking orgasm from you. Hands out of his hair, you reach for his biceps—your nails digging into them as you shake underneath him. His arms remained locked around your thighs as you shook uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, Sam!” You cried out.

pairing — dave east x black!fem video vixen

summary — dave is left mesmerized by a vixen on the set of his music video. so, he spends the night getting to know her on all levels.

warnings — mature audiences only (18+)

“I’ve been tryna get all up in it”

“Gave you my card, I don’t know ‘bout no limit”

“They can’t see us in it, that foreign was tinted”

The lyrics boomed loudly through the speakers on the set of the music video. Her fingers trace up the tattooed biceps of the 6’5 caramel-skinned man seated in the driver seat of a sleek Porsche Panamera. Dave’s large hand travels down to her thighs, which felt warm to the touch. He softly caresses her as he stares into her deep brown eyes. His gaze remains on her face, intensely studying her beautiful features. Her doe eyes could have him wrapped around her fingers without uttering a single word through her lips. Her lips—shining from the gloss she applied while her hair was being done.

As the song’s ending nears, Naomie leans in, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Dave’s mouth.

“Alright, last scene down!”

Cheers and claps erupted on the set which makes both Dave and Naomie smile. “I really appreciate the opportunity, thank you.” She smiles.

“No worries, ma. You was killing it, think Ima’ need you for some mo’ shit.” He laughs.

Naomie nods, a big smile on her face. “Really? Thank you. I have your manager’s number, so I’m sure whenever you’re shooting a video he’ll reach out.”

Her heels meet the ground as she steps out of the car with the help of one of the production crew members. “Come on for a picture.” Dave waves her over.

She strides confidently towards him as he stands leaning against the door of the car. They both maintained eye contact as she approached him. Though, she was close in height to him in heels—he was still an inch or two taller. He wraps his arm around her shoulder, holding up his chain.

Naomie leans in further, simply smiling at the camera holding the wrist of the arm he had on her shoulder.

“Whatchu’ getting into after this?” His Harlem accent strong as he questioned her.

His teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he looked at her. Her dark-skinned moisturized and glistening from the body oil which smelled of vanilla. She wore a figure-hugging gold bandage dress that accentuated her curves.

She shrugs. “Tonight’s my last night in the city, so honestly I’ll be chilling.”

“Nah, I can’t let you leave the city like that. Let me show you around for the night.” He shakes his head in disapproval.

Naomie stood there for a moment contemplating his offer. “How do you know if I’m not already from Harlem, though?” She raised her eyebrow.

“Trust. I could tell.”

“Really, how?” She presses.

“A girl as beautiful as you, I’d have been on that ma.”

She scoffs at his cockiness. “Cocky much?”

His pearly whites flashes as he laughs. “Never that, just confident. So, what you think?”

“My flight leaves at six in the morning, so let’s keep the night cute.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiles.

— 11:21pm, Harlem

Dave drove through the streets of Harlem with Naomie in the passenger seat, humming along softly to the Nas song that was being played. “You a Nas fan?” He breaks the silence between them.

“Somewhat. I’m not a die hard fan, but I love some of his stuff.” She answers.

“You?” She turns to face him, his eyes were focused on the road as he drove. What a handsome man, she thought to herself. During the many scenes they did together, Naomie couldn’t lie; Dave made her nervous. The way looked at her while rapping the lyrics to his song—like he meant every word.

“That’s my dude, fuck with him heavy. He changed my life if we being real.”

“In what way?”

“His co-sign put me on the map on the real. I was still grinding and making my way up, but he saw the potential and it was just up from there.”

He lets out a chuckle. “I actually caught the train to sign my deal with him.”

Naomie threw her head back into the headrest of the seat as she laughed. “Seriously?”

“Deadass.” He laughed with her. “That was prolly’ the last time I ever took the train too.”

Dave went on to talk about his come-up, driving through parts of Harlem that were significant to him. Naomie listened intently as he spoke, smiling at how proud he seemed of his success—outgrowing the street life and making a name for himself.

On the drive back to her hotel the conversation shifted from all about Dave to Naomie, who in return didn’t have anything interesting to divulge.

“Come on, ma. You got some stories to tell, don’t cap.”

She held her hands in the air. “I promise, I don’t.”

“How you get started on social media then? Tell me that.” His deep voice was soft as he spoke.

She shrugs. “Honestly, I just like taking pictures. This isn’t really a career for me, it’s just an interest.“

He brakes as he approaches a red light—he strokes his beard as he looks over at her. Dave admires the view of her side profile as she looks out the window. “So, what you into for real then?”

She turns to face him, her eyes instantly locking with his. “Psychology. I graduated with my Bachelor’s in Psychology last year.”

Smart woman, he thinks to himself.

“Word? From where?”

“Home of the rattlers, baby.” She smiles as she put up the infamous FAMU hand sign.

“Smart girl, I like that.” He says with a hint of amusement in his voice.

As Dave pulls into the entrance of the hotel, Naomie grabs hold of her many bags, preparing to just be dropped off at the front. She was taken aback when he stepped out handing valet the keys to his Benz.

“I got you.” He says grabbing hold of her belongings leaving her to walk empty handed.

He follows her the entire way to her hotel room, not with the intent of getting something out of her, but because he was sweet on a woman he barely knew. The 5’7 dark-skinned woman had him intrigued, and he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away.

“Well, thank you for walking me up. I appreciate it.”

He watches as she steps out of her heels and slips her feet into her Tory Burch slides. He leaned on the wall in the walkway of her hotel room with his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

“It’s no problem.” He licks his lips.

“You know, you kinda made me nervous while filming.” She admits laughing as she removes the bangles on her wrist.

“Word?”

“Word.” She mocks his accent.

He lets out a hearty laugh. “Nah, don’t do me like now.”

“It didn’t help that you’re a damn giant and your voice is really deep, so it threw me off. Then, you rapping all smooth and shit.”

He steps towards the bed taking a seat at the edge. “I had you feeling like that?”

She pointed her finger at him to stop him from going further. “See, now I probably should’ve just kept that to myself.”

He smirked. “Nah, it ain’t nothing to be embarrassed bout’. Shit you had me feeling a way too.”

Naomie looked at him as he adjusted himself on the bed. She absolutely did not need to know that as he sat there looking as good as he did.

“Word?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckles, taking his hands out his pockets as he stands up from the bed. He approaches her slowly, and Naomie steps back into the desk. Dave rests his palms on the table on either side of her, pressing his body into her.

He could feel her breathing change as he dips his head into her neck. Pulling her head back, she gives him enough room to kiss her neck. He presses a soft kiss to her neck, then up the bottom of her jaw and the side of her mouth.

A low and soft moan slipped through her glossy lips. “That feel good?” His whispered in a gravelly tone, against her lips.

She opened her eyes to look at him, nodding her head in agreement eagerly. The sweetness in her eyes made his knees buckle, he was ready to risk it all for her in this moment. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Without using words, she turned around, pressing her back into his front—grinding her ass over his hard-on. She made eye contact with him through the mirror above the table. “I want you to fuck me.”

He wraps his arm across her chest and firmly grips her neck, pulling her head back for a sloppy kiss. He uses his freehand to pull her dress up, roughly gripping her plump ass. He pulls away and grips her cheeks to make her look in the mirror. “Look how fucked out you look already, and I ain’t even drop dick.”

If she could feel this intoxicated from simply making out with this man, she could only imagine the dick.

Lying on her back completely naked with her legs over his shoulder, her sweet moans filling up the room as Dave licked into her as if he was starved. Even as her legs shake, he continued to hungrily feast on her soaking wet cunt. Her hips rocked against his tongue for more friction, she was being greedy but he loved it.

She continued feeling another wave of pleasure approaching, he wraps his arms around her thigh to keep her from running from his mouth. “Dave..” She breathlessly moaned.

“Hm.” He hummed. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing it tenderly. Her high came crashing down forcefully, the immense pleasure evidently too much as her legs shake uncontrollably.

“Come on, ma. I’m not done with you yet.” He hovers over her, his chains cool against her breast as he leans down pecking her pouty lips.

Her ears were ringing and felt hot as she continued to feel the effects of her orgasm, she barely had the energy to switch positions. It took everything in her to hike her leg up around his waist. “Pretty ass pussy.” He lines himself with her entrance, his tip edging her sensitive clit.

She puts her palm up on his stomach attempting to push him away, but he grabs hold of her wrist. “Relax, baby. I know you sensitive right now.”

“F-fu-uck, baby.” Dave moaned as he penetrated her deeper with a slow pace. He could cum right now just from how good her pussy feels around him, even with a condom on.

Dave starts out with slow deeep strokes and picks up his pace. His strokes were relentless, leaving her a choking mess underneath him. He watches with hooded eyes as her beautiful face contorts from the pleasure.

“Oh, you fucking me so good baby.” She cries out.

“Yeah?” Leaning down to bear hug her, he slows his pace with a drag and sharply pounds into her. He groaned in her ear, her nails digging into his large back. He hisses from the sweet pain knowing that it’ll leave marks.

“Yes, daddy.” She says sweetly into his ears.

Fuck, there was no way he’s gonna let her go after tonight.

“You gon’ let daddy cum in you?”

Oh, he’s whipped. This can’t just be a night one thing, nah.. he wasn’t going for it.

“Yes, daddy.”

With one final stroke, he was a moaning mess in Naomie’s ear. His breathing sporadic and his voice gravelly from the intense orgasm. He gives her one final kiss before pulling out and falling into the bed next to her.

“Nah, you mad dangerous shordy.” He laughs. “Calling me daddy and shit, how I’m posed’ to let you go back to Miami after that?”

summary — a spontaneous night out turns into meeting a professional boxer, anthony joshua, on the night of his win.

pairing — anthony joshua x black!fem oc

“We outside! We outsideeeee!” Breyanna shouted out the window as the girls recorded her.

Piled in the black SUV truck—the girls were on their way to the club, though it was a spontaneous decision, all three girls were still down.

With a plastic cup and bottle from their Miami Airbnb, Indira, sat in the middle pouring a shot of Casamigos into her cup. “Alright, I’m starting first. Dess, you next hoe.” She pointed her finger at Destiny who sat in the seat in front of her.

“Matter fact, fuck this cup. We driving the boat.” Indira shook her head. Destiny smiled as Indira raised the bottle towards her lips.

Lights and cameras were on Destiny as the warm liquid hit her throat. Waving her hand in the air, Indira eases up and pulls away.

Destiny wasn’t a heavy drinker, but would keep a cup in her hand to look cute. However, she doesn’t mind a shot or two. Screwing up her face, she immediately chases it with the water provided by the driver.

“That shit hurt the fuck outta’ my chest.” She coughs.

The girls laugh, and Indira continues to take another shot from the bottle. 5 minutes away from E11even, Destiny and the girls take pictures and videos of each other. Even when they arrived outside the packed club, the girls continued taking pictures.

“Okay, one more.” Destiny pulls her shades down and gets into her pose, smiling for the camera.

“I’m in this bitch with P litty.”

“QP, QP-ski!”

The girls rapped along as they walked—well danced their way into the section. Even at 3am the club was packed and still filling with people. E11even was also hosting, Fight Night due to there also being a boxing match at the Kaseya Center.

Originally, the girls were supposed to attend, but Breyanna’s flight landed in past the time to catch the fight between Anthony and Jake. They settled for watching the live event on Netflix.

“Oh, that white boy is going to get his ass whooped.” Indira laughed, shaking her head.

Destiny chewed on the tip of her stiletto french tip thumbnail as she gawked at the physique of the 6’6, brown-skinned London man.

“Why did dude even agree to fight anyways? He’s clearly going to win.” Breyanna smacks her lips, holding her hand out towards the television.

Breyanna looks in Destiny’s direction, seeing her sitting quietly as she watches the montage of the London boxer. She caught Destiny’s small grin when a clip of him training shirtless appeared on the screen. “Oh bitch, I seen that.” She blurts out.

Destiny whips her head in her friend’s direction—her eyes darting side to side at both girls. “What?” She nervously laughs.

Destiny laughs to herself as she thinks about the girls teasing her about him. Their teasing didn’t stop since he stood just across from them in a section of his own—surrounded by men just as tall as him. Seeing him online was absolutely different from how he looked in person. Of course he’s still fine, but the energy he exudes just screams “big dick energy” and that he was not to be played with. That sent shivers down Destiny’s spine and yet he was across the room smiling wide—his two gold teeth on the side shining in the club lights.

“Aye, what he say?!” Breyanna taps Destiny’s shoulder, pulling her away from thoughts. They were now face to face rapping along to the Jeezy song. At this point they were feeling the vibe and getting into their groove with each other. Destiny stood with her cup in hand, swaying her body to the beat. Unbeknownst to her, she had eyes on her—well, just one person.

Anthony stood in the section next to her, her presence catching his attention as soon as she walked in. The black ripped jumpsuit fit to perfection on her tall figure. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her, how could he?

As he interacted with the crowd, he snuck glances at her as she stood around her friends, he assumes—taking small sips, swaying her curvaceous hips to the music, and rapping along. He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip and smiles, showing his straight white smile.

Indira caught him watching them—scooting over to Destiny she whispers that there are eyes on her.

“Girl! That boxer over there is eyeing you like he wanna snatch you up!” She exaggerated.

Destiny laughs at Indira’s natural extraness. Attempting to play it cool, Destiny fiddles with her earring and slightly turns her head towards the section next to her. Sure enough, there he stood, taking a sip from his cup with his eyes on her.

Fine ass hell, she thought.

Even in the dim club, they both seemed to be mesmerized with each other. The flashing lights gave her the opportunity to catch his appearance clearly.

He wears a black hat, a plain black T-shirt that shows off his toned arms, black jeans and designer sneakers. Not realizing how long she stood there staring at the man, it took the girls shouting her name—to get her to take a shot—to reel her back in.

As the night went on, the girls enjoyed themselves—dancing, singing, and drinking together. Indira and Destiny sat on the couch while Breyanna stood up on the couch with the bottle girls. There was currently a bottle war going on between two other sections—the girls thought it was stupid as hell but entertaining to see.

“Don’t look, but homeboy is staring you down!” Indira whispered in Destiny’s ear.

Taking a sip from her cup and bobbing her head to the music, Destiny’s eyes wander across the room—she glances quickly at the man whose eyes were on her.

The more she caught a glimpse of him, the more shyer she felt. Getting nervous from the attention, she stood behind Indira to cover herself.

“I don’t know, but sis you might need to jump on that.” Indira laughed dropping her head on Destiny’s shoulder.

“You are a mess.” She chuckles rolling her eyes.

Somehow, a few guys from Anthony’s entourage found themselves in the girl’s section. However, the girls were oblivious to the fact Anthony was making his way into the section. “We getting fucked tonight!” Destiny sung loudly as the girls recorded her.

Anthony smiles as he watches her, Breyanna’s eyes widens as he appears behind Destiny—she stops recording and grins.

“Pardon me, my darling.” He softly placed his large hand on the curve of Destiny’s back as he squeezes his way through. Destiny takes a deep breath at the contact and looks back, her eyes meeting his.

Standing at 5’8—close to 6 feet in heels, she still stood no match to his 6’6. In that exact moment, everything around Destiny stood still and all she could focus on was him.

She smiled back stepping out his way and turned to the girls—her face conveying slight panic at the brief interaction.

“Oh my god.” She mouths with wide eyes, taking a small sip from her cup.

Destiny found herself situated on the couch while Indira and Breyanna danced together. It became no secret that Anthony and Destiny were on each other’s radar—due to the multiple times they made eye contact. Her eyes follow him as he makes his way towards her, taking a seat beside her leaving a respectable space between them.

Turning her head toward him smiling she finally decides to speak. “Congratulations on your win, by the way.”

Anthony smiles. “Appreciate it, darling. You a boxing fan?”

His voice was deep and London accent strong yet smooth. She smiled at his accent, not because she found it funny but because she genuinely had a thing for accents.

“Something like that.” She shrugs—lifting her cup towards her glossy lips. “I was lowkey rooting for the other guy.” She teasingly smiled.

“Rahhhh.” Anthony laughs, rubbing his chin.

Destiny chuckles, “I kid, but the moment I seen that lil’ smirk on your face I knew it was game over for him.”

“You sure you’re not a fan?” He teased back with a raised eyebrow.

Before Destiny can answer, Breyanna bends down in front of them. “Don’t let her lie to you, she’s a big fan.”

Indira couldn’t help but to laugh which makes Destiny drop her face into the palm of her hand. Breyanna introduces herself to Anthony and so does Indira—both girls congratulating him as well.

The section became filled with random people who wanted to get the attention of Anthony. However, Anthony’s attention was focused on one person—Destiny. He stood behind her with his friends close by watching. The girls were in their own element feeding off each other’s energy.

The DJ transitions into “Favourite Girl” by Darkoo, which earns shouts from the crowd.

Indira and Breyanna breaks into a pair leaving Destiny to herself beside them. Anthony steps up closer to her and leans down his face inches away from her.

“She really my favourite girl.”

“I’m loving the way you twirl, you twirl.”

Their fingers intertwined has he held her arm in the air above her head—she spins around, whining her waist, laughing with him. He bites his lips as she backs up but not making full contact.

Still holding her hands Anthony wraps it around her waist closing the gap between them. Destiny grinds herself into him feeling him do the same.

“I know you wanna dive deep in my ocean.”

“You wanna see these hips in motion.”

As the song finishes they both pull away, wearing big smiles on their faces. “I think now I’m a big fan of you too.” He leans in whispering in her ear.

Destiny has a hold on his forearm, laughing with her head thrown slightly back.

Both India and Breyanna peep the interaction and nod their heads to each other knowingly.

The girls make their way out of the club together, while Anthony and his people were still bidding their goodbyes to clubgoers and fans.

Outside the club they waited for their Uber to arrive. “I might just get me a London man, because what is in they fish and chips?” Indira blurts out.

Destiny and Breyanna bust out laughing at her remark. Destiny slaps her arm playfully. “Hush.”

“I’m serious! I’m watching you dance with this man and you look so gone.”

Destiny agrees that Anthony is undeniably handsome and just so much of a man. He made her feel so small in his large and strong arms, she could only imagine how he’d look in all his glory.

The thought of having a man like that at your mercy—she could only dream.

“There go your man.” Breyanna nods her head in the direction behind Destiny.

Turning around, she watches him walk over to where they stand with his friends not far behind. He wore that beautiful smile on his face which makes Destiny begin to smile as well.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?” He smirks.

She playfully rolls her eyes, knowing they in fact did let him know they were leaving.

“Just kidding.” He laughs. “You guys waiting on a ride?”

She nods. “Our Uber isn’t too far away, so we’re good.”

“Good. Indira, Breyanna—it really was a pleasure meeting you ladies tonight.” He extends his hands.

“Same here! Even though, you damn near kidnapped our girl for the rest of night.” Breyanna says meeting his closed fist for a fist bump.

He laughs, and so does his friends who also shake the girls hands. “I think it was the other way around innit?”

“Oh my gosh.” Destiny turns away from him as he causes everyone to laugh.

“Aw, come on.” He laughs pulling her into a side hug. “It was really nice meeting you, by the way, Destiny.”

The way he sounded saying her name made her want to ask him to say it again.

“You too, Anthony.” She smiles.

“I’d like to keep in contact with you.” He smoothly says as he pulls away from her.

“Do you mind?”

Destiny smiles at him, holding out her phone to him not uttering a word.

summary — you guys aren’t done until he says you are.

pairing — soulless!sam x black!fem!reader

warnings — dark romance and toxicity

“Don’t forget to empty the register and lock the safe too.” Your manager instructed.

You hummed in response as you wiped down the table. It was your second night closing the diner and while you didn’t complain about the extra money it brought in, you couldn’t help the anxious feeling in your stomach that you were being watched.

The bell at the diner’s door chimes as your manager leaves you alone. You sigh as you walk to the door, turning the lock with a click. You stood there for a few seconds, staring into the distance of the dimly lit lot.

You attempt to shake off the feeling as you continue cleaning off the tables. You grab the bucket of dishes and head into the kitchen—the door squeaks and swings as you walk through. As you place the bucket into the sink, your ears perk up to the faint sound of a knock.

Your head swings into the direction of the noise—standing still with uneven breaths, you wait to hear another noise. Nothing.

Deciding to leave the work of dishwashing to the opening shift, you head back out to the front. As you stepped through the door, you stopped dead in your tracks. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing.

Your chest rises and falls rapidly in shock—you stood there frozen unable to speak or move.

He stood there menacingly, dressed in a white dress shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and large biceps and black slacks. You couldn’t help but think to yourself how fucking good he looks in this moment.

“W-What are you doing you here, Sam?” You hesitantly asked.

“It’s not safe being here alone, you know.” He dodges your question.

“Not really your concern is it?”

He chuckles at your sharp retort finding it inherently cute. Little did you know he always found your brattiness amusing. “You’re always my concern, sweetheart.”

The smirk he wore on his face told you he was enjoying your uneasiness. “Not anymore, so please leave. I told you we’re done.”

Your eyes wander around looking for anything to help you in this moment, your eyes landed on your phone sitting near the register. You slowly step away from the door, taking small steps towards the counter. Your rate races as you rush towards your phone, snatching it off the counter—attempting to dial emergency services—but Sam was quick to react prying the phone from your hands sliding it across the counter.

He backs you into the counter—his cold, large hand roughly grips your face. His hazel eyes gleamed with anger as he stared at you intensely. You whimper underneath him as his face inches into the crook of your neck—hearing him deeply inhale the scent of your perfume mixed with sweat.

“You think telling me we’re done means anything to me?” He drags his free hand up to your chest, squeezing your breast through your uniform shirt.

You hated how his touch and ruggedness had an effect on you.

“We’re not done, until I say we are.” He trails hot breathy kisses from your neck up to the side of your lips.

You turn your face away not wanting to give into him.

“Look at me.” He demands.

“Look. At. Me.”

Your eyes meet his hazel pairs which for some reason appeared darker. “Do you know much I’ve missed you? When I realized Dean and I had a case in town, I couldn’t pass it up.”

“I needed to see you again. Needed’ to talk to you.”

Passing headlights from outside catches his attention, but he doesn’t move. You were still pinned underneath him, he had a strong hold on your wrist. You were certain that by tonight it’ll be bruised.

You sniffle from the impending ache you felt in your back. “Shh, Shh. I just needed to see my gorgeous doll.” He removes his grip from your wrist and gently traces the edge of your jaw.

“I love you, I want you to know that. I can’t do this without you.”

“Tell me you love me.” He whispers against your lips.

Tears began welling up in your eyes—you held them back for as long as you could, but a single tear rolls down your cheek.

His thumb swipes the tear away. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t cry please.” He coos.

“Tell me what I wanna hear.”

“I love you.” As you finally gave in, the tears came streaming down.