#henneseyhoe

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I’m a firm believer that Wemby most definitely gets jealous. Not an annoying jealous, but you could tell when he was jealous. He’d become petty and meticulous with what he did around you to insure everyone in the room knew that you two were together. I’m talking random hugs, thigh rubs when you two were sitting, forehead kisses, the whole shabang. No room for misconceptions or misunderstandings.

His efforts would usually work until someone who just didn’t care comes along and ruins it.

He’d watch you from afar just giggling and smiling with all 32, unknowing that you were being flirted with and it only irritated him further because he knew how men were. Hell, he used some of the same tricks to bag you! He’d start to be suspicious of if you were really that clueless or you just liked playing in his face…

When the situation would be all said and done and the two of you went home, he’d asked you how you could be so naive as if you had never been flirted with before and you’d genuinely sit there confused, arguing “They were just being funny! Stop being so jelly!” and Victor would roll his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that night, declaring the last thing he’d be is bothered by someone who was ‘dick sucking height’, his words. Even after the argument, he’d still be up thinking about it, tossing and turning beside you until he felt the irritation reach it’s peak.

Initially, he’d be hesitant to act on his thoughts while irritated. He had a habit of being impulsive sometimes, but he wasn’t be impulsive enough to hurt you, at least not intentionally. The most he had ever done was pump fake a breakup, which would only end with you getting your face fucked.

Everything sexual you two had done had been talked about in depth beforehand,(and I mean in depth. He needed to know everything.) and he didn’t often take up his privilege of “free use.” but that’s not to say it’s never happened or he wasn’t into it. He just had to be in a specific mood. In fact, he probably used you more when he was jealous or felt a need to prove a point, and when he did, there was no doubt that he was finishing inside. Every single time.

He’d be cautious of your birth control, not actually wanting any children at this point in life at all, but the thought of milking himself inside of you never failed to ignite something in him. It wasn’t really the possibility of impregnating you that turned him on, it was just the feeling and the connotation behind finishing inside you. Kinda like he’s forever there now. (which might’ve been a little obsessive, but we move.)

The sheer amount of times his heart would skip beats watching his cum leak out of you while his large hands spread you open was insane. He’d always force you to stay still while he watched in an almost trance-like state before pushing his release back inside of you with two slender fingers.

Now if only he could get you to walk around the house just like that…

It didn’t stop until he was done with you. Back arched almost until it was painful, hands beginning to cramp from holding the sheets so tightly, and your eyes began to blur over from tears. This wasn’t even angry sex. This was ‘i miss you, stop playin’ sex. This was ‘You not leavin’ me.’ sex, as surprising as it was to you that he'd tell you so.

See, Stephon loved you, but you had “ways” about yourself.

You were stuck up, simply put. A brat with a silver spoon sticking out of your pouted mouth. You hated his friends and made it known, you hated seeing him talk to any other girls but you, you demanded everything to go your way or else the day was at risk of being ruined. There wasn’t a day where Stephon didn’t look at you, wondering if your head was actually on another planet.. But what did he really expect from dating a model?

Almost every day there was a camera propped in your face, flashing lights with people behind them yelling ‘look here’, ‘do this’; and it was all for a picture of you. A meek little photo to capture the beauty you were simply just born with.

He put up with it when he could, giving you exactly what you wanted when you asked for it. He distanced you from his friends and stopped mingling so much, stayed in the house with you more, and kept you pampered, but you always found something.

It pissed him off so much that you’d be blocked one day, the man claiming he was “officially done”, then unblocked and in his bed the next day. The constant loop of push and pull almost made him sick, but being lonely and missing you made him sicker.

Contrary to his friends beliefs (Because Stephon loved to lie and say you two weren’t on speaking terms) you were never gone for long, no matter how serious you thought he was, no matter how many apps he had you blocked on.

“This pussy miss me? Hm?” Stephon grunted from behind you, a hand pulling up his shirt so he could get a proper view of your ass clapping back on him. You could barely answer. Not when his hand was placed smack dead in the middle of your back, reinforcing the powerful arch.

“Mhmm-“

“Mhm? Mhm, what?”

You shuddered. “I-I-“

“What? What, daddy baby?” He cooed, trying to coax you to talk him through it just as much as he did you, the hand he used to pin you down now softly caressing the dip in your back.

You began to mewl, limbs stretching out as you felt him dig even deeper inside of you, pounding like you had stolen something; His sense, perhaps.

“Ouh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ He chanted, tucking his rolled up shirt under his arms to keep it from obstructing his view again before gripping your hips, his long fingers steady digging into the fat.

Almost panicked, your back hunches up as you feel wetness trickle down your thighs, slow, but sure.

“Steph! I- I feel it!”

A smirk spread across his lips as his dreads fell out of it’s ponytail and into his face. “Uh-huh. Daddy in that shit?”

“Yes!”

“I’m fuckin’ you good?”

“Yes, bae!”

“You finna cum all on this dick? Give daddy that nut”

“Yes, yes, yes, daddy!”

He could feel it for himself. You got wetter, tighter too. A familiar white ring appeared around the base of his dick, the absolutely obscene sight making him wanna put you further through the mattress, if that was even possible.

It was crazy how delusional sex could make him, now he was thinking that maybe babies weren’t that expensive..he always thought you’d look cute with a little belly. Maybe that’d fix you.

The tighter you gripped, the more you could actually hear Stephon struggling behind you, his hips rolling with more desperation than a few minutes ago until he was just grinding into you, forcing you to feel every inch and detail of his dick.

Almost tiredly, more so fucked out than anything, he lays his upper body on yours, careful not to crush you but just enough so you could feel him.

“I love this pussy” He mumbles in your ear, completely drunk off of it. “I love it” He repeats while kissing along your shoulders, occasionally biting as his hands slide up to intertwine with yours. One intense roll of his hips left you gasping, body tensing up from the sensation. “You gon’ take her from me, mommy? You gon’ leave me alone for real?”

The audacity of him to ask that.

You pout and shake your head. “No, baby. Never.”

He whimpers softly before you feel warmth inside of you, his dick twitching with every pump of his release.

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“Whatchu sittin’ so far away for?”

Her eyes flickered up to his, narrowing. She knew exactly what he was trynna do, he had been asking to link again for the longest and it definitely wasn’t in concern for the assignment they needed to be doing.

If anything they should have been in a library with other people around, not at her crib, on her couch with R&B playing.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily a ‘good girl’, but she stayed in her lane and took care of her responsibilities. School was tough, and most importantly; expensive. If her daddy knew he sent his daughter to one of the best HBCUs in the country to carry on his legacy, but was instead playing around with boys, he would have blown his gasket and had everything to say about it. She could just hear it now.

‘I RAISED YOU BETTER!’

‘I DONT PAY ALL THAT MONEY FOR YOU TO PLAY!’

Yadda yadda ya—

The thought had her so caught in the moment, she forgot who was sitting in front of her for a moment.

“Cmere..”

Her head snapped to him in confusion before her face scrunched upon realizing what he had just said. “—Unt-unt…You trynna eat me..”

His jaw ticked before he smirked, his eyes landing on her glossed lips. He could feel his blood rushing immediately.

“Hell yeah.” He spoke bluntly, earning an eye roll from her.

He had been waiting so long to get back up with her, there was nothing more he wanted than to devour every inch of her body, nothing more he wanted than for her to want him back. “Look like you wanna be ate anyway.”

She mugs him, her mouth partially opening as if she was going to speak before it shuts back. Shit, it was true.

Rolling her eyes again, she speaks finally. “Boy bye, I'm wearing a shirt and shorts. Yeen nobody.” Her fronting barely covered her tracks, her hands moving to pull the oversized tee she wore over her thick things. He definitely saw through it.

Cameron mirrors her eye rolling just to be petty before commenting, “Right.”

His hand gripped on her bare ankle, softly caressing until he was suddenly tugging her over to his end of the couch, the jolt making her yelp so loud that the small black cat in the corner decided the two of them were no longer her scene and walked off elsewhere in the apartment.

She knew he was strong, the man played football for almost all his life, but damn. She was starting to feel that pulse between her thighs intensify. Loud like the sports car he pulled up in purring to life.

“Cam! Stop!-”

“Shut up.” He speaks sternly but playful, rocking that same smirk.

Sucking her teeth, she crosses her arms in an attempt to look opposed to his actions, but the small smile cracking made it hard. She sighs.

“You know, you don’t gotta be so thirsty, nigga.”

Cameron shrugs, unbothered. “I’m tired of beating around the bush. Closed mouths don’t get fed-”

“And when you get lock jaw? Then you won’t be eatin’ shit, greedy ass.”

He erupts into laughter at her. The front she put on was genuinely entertaining to him. He liked watching her pretend not to care about how he played with her, how he touched her, while also squirming where she sat. She was an obvious little thing and couldn’t lie to save her life.

There was a brief pause between both of them, her avoiding more eye contact while his big hands rubbed at her calf, shamelessly moving higher and higher till he got to her thigh.

He gave it a light squeeze and listened for a reaction, which he got. Quiet, but enough to confirm his already solid thoughts. She was sensitive. No dick in a while, if she ever had any to begin with.

Suddenly, he speaks. “All that bluffin’ just for me to be puttin’ you through this floor later.”

Her wide eyes flicker to his, fear of eye contact be damned now. The shockfactor of his dirty mouth had yet to wear off even after five months or so of knowing each other and exchanging conversation. “You are so nasty! You talk like we did something before.”

“Don’t got to! I know it’s good, and I know I’m good at what I do too.” The cockiness rolls off his tongue so easily, making her walls throb around nothing at all. It was starting to ache almost. She cursed her cycle and ovulation week to hell, wishing she didn’t feel so damn easy in the moment.

“How you know it’s good, Cam?” She asks, waiting for him to say something that’d heat her ears even more. You could tell he didn’t have to think for a moment before speaking, the response being like quickfire and just as unfiltered as the last.

“Cause I can see that ass from the front, duh. No idea how you get through doors without going in sideways, damn!” He smiles as she sucks her teeth in faux annoyance, pushing him. That only made him pull her closer. Subtle, but she noticed.

“Shut up! You are so silly.”

Both of their laughs filled the room. It was comforting, the music she put on to make it less awkward wasn’t even needed at this point. Everything came so naturally, the banter, the casual conversation, the flirtation. By the time they stopped laughing at other jokes being thrown back and forth, their stomachs were sore.

Catching his breath, Cameron wipes his teary eyes before speaking again,

“Okay, okay, I'll stop playin’. But for real…I’m just happy we hangin’ again,” He pauses a moment, letting the comment set in to watch you smile at it. “I’m trynna stick around and see what’s so good ‘bout being cooped up and busy all the time, not outside and shit”

She nods, humming. “Hm..outside where you be every weekend?”

He sucks his teeth and laughs. “Aight now..I don’t be outside all the time, I’m just saying. I don’t see yo’ ass no where unless somebody dragged you there. It’s more to life than practice and school, Y/N. That’s it.”

She shrugs, which he mimics but in more confusion, pushing further for an answer. Truthfully she only had one answer for that.

“I like my own company…Dance practice drains me enough. I got my friends and my music, all I need.” Stating matter of factly, she nods and he hums in response.

Maybe she stretched her reasoning a little and overcompensated for the fact that she hated parties, but that didn’t make what she said any less true. Actually, Cameron knew that very well already, it wasn’t hard to make her friends come up off information. He knew she was private, but he wanted in, and badly.

“Just friends, dance, and music? No room for nothin’ else?”

Her brain short circuits momentarily, trying to find every other possible way he could have meant that as they exchange looks. No longer playful, it was back to being something charged with more than just curiosity.

As her brows furrowed, she tried to joke again, but the quietness she got after the fact showed he was dead serious. But, she refused to embarrass herself and answer the wrong question.

“Who are you, Oprah?—Like what, Cam?” She asks quietly.

He felt so much closer, maybe it’s because they were inches away, but it felt deeper than physical. His hands squeeze at her thigh again, more so for comfort than anything. Was this what weeks of friendship was building up to? Something that was slightly more real than she initially expected? Often she told herself to stop being so delusional with thoughts of him that stretched beyond flirting or sex, she knew the hassle it was to cuff a man who played any sport, but was it really that shallow?

He didn’t even get to answer before she leaned in and beat him to the punch, unlike how he predicted it to go, but he wasn’t complaining.

The gap was closed by him with no hesitation, a shameless groan leaving his throat as soon as they connected.

The kiss was everything but rushed, Cam licking at her bottom lip to signal her to allow him in deeper; which she granted, mouth opening just a little wider. His hands found her hips to sit her in his lap and she fit just like a puzzle as he held her down right there, firm with a neediness he slowly revealed every time they were together.

She couldn’t help but move her hips in a familiar circular motion she was using on her pillow lately, feeling him respond back with just as much depravity. Grinding and whimpering into his mouth was her only way of satisfying that hot feeling in her tummy, the swarm of fictitious butterflies now completely engulfing her habit of timid behavior around him.

Just like that, he was brick hard, length pressing against her clothed middle. She could feel every twitch of it, and he could feel just how much she was throbbing through her shorts, a feeling that was a direct result of being around him.

Disconnecting the kiss, she gasps softly and lifts off of him, only enough to see the erection rising back in his basketball shorts.

“Can I see it?” She asks, innocence completely out of the window as soon as she felt him poking at her entrance.

His blue eyes searched hers for a moment, almost as if he was double checking for something.

“You wanna see? Say please.”

There was another whimper that left her kiss swollen lips, him giving her a begging look to coax the response he wanted out of her. It didn’t even take that much.

“Please?..Can I please see it?” She begs.

The serious face he wore slowly melted into a smirk, his body relaxing back into the couch.

“Pull it out for me, baby.”

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She wasn’t one to usually give head, but tonight felt totally different. Sure, her hormones were raging and taking over her brain like a parasite, but maybe he really deserved it. Maybe she deserved it. A girl could get a prize for being a square every once in a while.

It almost took her by surprise that he was so heavy with how lanky his body was, the muscle built from football really doing the work that his 6’5 height wasn’t. If she was none the wiser she’d say all his weight came from between his thighs.

8 inches of thickness that was two toned and slightly darker than his skin color, the tip of him matching the color of his lips. The upper half of his shaft curved only slightly upward, and he was trimmed, light brown hair speckled up to his happy trail.

After training herself for a moment she allowed her mouth to work down on him until she couldn’t take the pressure in her throat anymore, almost gagging on him before she pulled off with strings of spit falling from her wet mouth. He took the liberty to help guide her back down on him, hands tangling in her hair.

“Lemme use that mouth.” He moans while leading her right into the perfect pace for him, his groans mixing with the gargling sounds she had been making due to the amount of spit she gathered for him. The faster he went, the more spit she had to swallow or use to stroke his balls while he fucked her throat, earning her another moan.

There was no sign of him letting up either, so she relaxed her throat as much as she could and continued to breathe through her nose, letting him do exactly what he said.

“Oh my god, yo-“

She could hear him shudder from above, his thighs tensing up and relaxing constantly.

She moaned around him just to tease and egg him on, feeling how reactive he was to every move she made. When she wrapped her hand around the rest of his length she couldn’t swallow, he whimpered, caressing her jaw. This time when she purposely gagged around him, he began twitching in her throat, repeating her name until he felt his release building.

“Oh shit!”

His abs tightened to the point where it almost burned like a preseason workout. His hips slightly bucked whenever she’d come back up and lick over the tip of him, teasingly swiping the underside of the muscle over him repeatedly until she tasted the bitter sweetness of his cum.

And unlike any other guy she had ever been with, he actually kissed her afterwards, and passionately. There was no wiping her mouth, no turning his head, nothing. He grabbed her by the throat and allowed her to kiss him while his hand worked to slide inside her shorts and cup her pussy, fingers sliding through the slick warmth of her cunt ever so easily.

He grunted against her lips, biting softly as he pulled away. “So fuckin wet. Take these shits off and lay down.”

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Breathless and folded into her own couch now, Y/N thought back on how she imagined being in this exact same position with him; Face down, ass up with a few hand prints bruised onto her ass, but living it was so much better than imagination.

“You love that shit?”

His mouth was right next to her ear, filling her head with dirty praises as he fucked into her slowly, keeping her back perfectly arched for him to get just the right angle.

“I do!—“ She squealed.

“Yeah?”

“Hell yeah, baby!”

A gasp caught in her throat as he slid deeper into her messy pussy. The wet sound of him sliding in and out was obscene and pornographic, the clapping sound made it no better.

There was a dull ache deep in her stomach from how big he was, but the little pain was a good one. One that made her toes curl and her jaw drop.

“I feel that pussy squeezin’ a nigga. You don’t gotta tell me you love it, I feel you, baby.” He huffs. It was hungry and animalistic, his hands gripping her hips even harder as he used her body weight as leverage to lean back on his haunches, using mostly his hips to fuck into her.

Her mind was as good as gone now, a clawed hand coming down on the cushions of the couch repeatedly before she made a fist, clutching the plush pillows to bear everything he gave her.

“Sh-sh-shit! Cam! Yesss! You fuckin’ me, bae—“ She chokes out, her voice shaking.

Bae?..She had no idea where the hell that came from.

She sounded scared almost when she moaned, anticipating how hard she was gonna cum—and ruin her couch.

“You got it. Take this shit like a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Yes!”

“You wanna cum, huh?”

“So fuckin’ bad!”

“Gimme it. Gimme allat shit.”

“Yes, yes! Ye—!” She went silent as his hand reached around and spread her lips with his fingers momentarily, her hips bucking back against him so hard that his other hand almost slipped before he readjusted and leaned in to deliver sharp thrusts until he was jackhammering himself down into her, one foot on the floor to keep his punishing strokes steady while his hands anchored to the dip in her back to keep her right where he wanted her; Stuck and drooling on her own couch.

His balls slapped against her clit over and over again, giving her more sensation than she could possibly handle at the time, but he didn’t stop. Even when she took a sharp breath of air for herself so she wouldn’t pass out, his strokes kept going. Even when she reached back and clawed at his torso. Not purposely, but she needed to ground herself or else—

“You gon’ cum on this dick. Stop fuckin touchin’ me and get that nut!”

His demands felt more like warnings with how he drilled into her without a care, and she couldn’t deny the demand if she wanted to.

“FUUUUCKKKK! UHHHH-”

“Uh-huh! Get that fuckin’ nut. Wet my shit up!”

He nods, watching her ass make ocean waves with every slap of his hips.

His voice shook just as much as hers as juices rained from between her thighs, her body shaking so much that her knees were beginning to slip from their positions, making her collapse flat.

There were five more thrusts that came after that before he was slipping out of her, his hard dick landing on top of her plump ass with a wet ‘plap’. wether on purpose or not, he was cumming all over her back with moans of her name leaving his mouth before using his thumb to push himself down through her ass cheeks and back to her wet opening, shooting the rest of his release inside of her warm walls.

He ground down on her a few times to finish; slow, just enough to give her another shiver up her spine before he was pulling back out, pleased and halfway limp.

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“I knew I should have made yo’ ass meet me in the library” She mumbles against his chest, smelling the scent of soap on him that they just used in the shower.

A tired chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls her closer to his side. Her bed was much more comfy than the couch.

“You knew exactly what you was doin’ bringin’ me here”

She sucks her teeth. “I’m innocent. That was all you”

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Jude had been told not to look or touch for as long as he could remember. His parents always kept him on a path of righteousness, not single fatherhood or yanking on the skirts of girls around the neighborhood.

But the more they kept him locked down, the more he wanted to explore. Almost like a bad child with a sweet tooth reaching for a cookie. He wanted to do what the other boys were doing, the bad things. It wouldn’t hurt if he kept it a secret, right?

So, he did. He did all those bad things his father warned him about.

He smoked, hung around late, tugged on girls skirts, kissed them and everything else they’d allow. There was just one girl he couldn’t get to unless it was strictly for church business. She was in the choir. The other girls were too, but it was easy to get to them once they saw that Jude wasn’t too shabby on the drums and their parents saw that Jude was a “good boy”.

They made it too easy for him, really. So who could blame him? Jude wasn’t a kid anymore, he was a man. He had wandering eyes just like any man his age, those eyes just happened to fall on the most off limits girl there was; The reverend’s daughter.

They hung around from time to time after choir practice, Jude building a connection the old fashion way as she wasn’t as easy as the other girls he’s had, or at least that’s what it seemed. She was raised right, unfortunately for Jude. She did her work, she didn’t smoke or drink, she listened to her parents, especially her father and that landed Jude in a hard place, forced to leave her alone after being threatened by the man in the middle of the church parking lot on a Saturday afternoon.

Oh, pissed wasn’t the word.

He was seething. He didn’t even listen to his own parents, he’d be damned if someone else ran him off from what he wanted. The same sentiment had Jude kicking up the gears in this game only he was playing and it landed him in her bedroom for the third time that week, Y/N swearing secrecy to never tell before spitting on his fingers to wet them up just enough for her.

His hand was already up her skirt, a finger caressing the damp middle of her panties before he pulled them to the side as she breathed softly into his mouth.

“He’s gonna kill me if he finds out I still talk to you...you’re distracting me” She confesses, hips wiggling to soothe the ache of her swollen, sensitive clit.

“Am I?” He bites at her lip, the girl moaning out. Nothing but his body and the wall of her bedroom was holding her body up, she was completely trapped even if she did wanna leave.

“Shhhh. You wouldn’t want him to hear what I'm doing to his sweet girl, right?”

She shakes her head, braids falling in the way of her vision.

“Right..good girl” The thought made his stomach turn with excitement. It was exhilarating to sneak into her bedroom. Yesterday he was forcing her to be quiet by putting his fingers down her throat while he fucked her to tears. It was even more exciting trying to hide the creaking of the bed.

“Can’t let him hear how I'm defiling my pretty girl..taking more of her innocence” She nearly crumbles beneath him.

“We should go down to the park and toss that purity ring in the lake after this. Won’t have to lie to him no more” He chuckles into her neck, the bite bruise he placed there during a makeout session yesterday making it’s grand appearance.

“Let him realize it’s gone, but by then it’ll be too late, right? You’ll be full of me, a month or so along..”

It was embarrassing to her that his words made her wetter, but she loved the idea of doing bad things too.

The sick concept of not being the perfect daughter her father wanted, it only clicking in his head just as he finds out a baby is to be born months later.

“So fucking wet..”

Tired of foreplay, he turned her body with impatience and directed her to bend over her work desk, textbooks and her trusty bible nearly falling to the floor from the shaking.

Using his large hands to pull her panties further to the side then spreading her open, he bends and licks across her clit before dragging his tongue back up torturously slow, spitting directly onto her entrance and earning a pathetic whimper from her.

She could hear his belt falling to the floor, jeans and underwear shoved to his knees with a quickness just before he took a hold of his hard cock with his right hand, slapping the heavy length on her pussy before prodding it open with the tip of him.

Her back arched in and her toes curled into the carpet, a strangled moan that could potentially get her in trouble fighting its way up her throat as he praised her for taking him so well and so deep.

“Look at you, baby. You’re a pro” He teased, rocking his hips just slow enough not to disrupt her attempts at being quiet.

She was already used to the size from past occurrences, thankfully she was beyond wet enough to easily slip inside. This was just another version of what happened the other two times, only thing is he used a condom in those moments instead of cumming deep inside like now, whispering in her ear about how she was going to be a good girl and hold him there till he was done pumping her full, how he was gonna knock her up with his baby.

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“Awwwn, how cute are yall! Look at my babies!”

You squealed with joy, snapping pictures of the children with your digital camera. One by one they were lined up with bright smiles on their faces, the boys on either side with your daughter in the middle.

Saint and Silas decided to go as superman and robin to somewhat match with you and Lewis with Carson as peter pan and Chloe as tinkerbell.

Cute aggression was an understatement for you right now.

“Can we go now? I don’t wanna miss the good candy” Silas spoke up, falling out of line and running towards the living room window, his younger siblings following. The gated community lit up with decorations, children of all ages running through the streets with parents, guardians, and irritated teenage siblings.

“Yeah, we’re all set! Lemme go get dad” You beam as you look through the pictures, already planning to print out and hang them.

Leaving from the anxious children, you find Lewis in your shared bedroom fixing his batman costume.

He spotted you in your dressers mirror immediately, a smile on his face as he turns to you.

“Wow” His eyes rake up the latex suit, stopping at the lace bra peeking through the unzipped part.

“You like? Made it all myself..apart from the tail. And I had a clever line, but I don't know shit about catwoman so i’ll just say, yes, I do look sexy”

You laugh and adjust the mask on your face, stepping up to him to lay a kiss on his cheek. His hands fall to your hips like a magnet, slightly squeezing at the fat of them before returning a kiss on your lips. It was slow and edging, like he wanted you to signal him to give you more. You didn’t.

Pulling away, you giggle. “You have to go. The kids are getting impatient and I don’t think I can stop them from jumping you this time” You joke with half seriousness, Lewis letting out a sigh. “You sure you don’t have twenty minutes to spare? Fifteen if you turn around right now” He teases humorously, biting at your neck.

It was tempting, but you had other things to worry about tonight.

“No! They’re gonna be so mad, I’m pretty sure i’ve already passed my limit of being up here to get you” You argue and Lewis sucks his teeth.

“Don’t worry, it’ll go by fast. Plus you can’t pretend you don’t like the feeling of being childish with them”

Lewis attempts to put on a serious face, but a smile still cracks through as he thinks of all the children running around in costumes, pretending to be big and scary.

“Ugh! Fuck, you’re right”

“I know! Now go, I have things to do”

He raises a brow. “In this costume?”

“Mhm!”

Scratching the back of his neck with slight unsureness, he nods. “..Right. Have you told me how this tail is connected..?“ Trailing off, he watches your browns lift with a smirk dancing on your lips as you deadpanned at him. His eyes left yours, trailing down the costume until they landed on your backside, you turning slightly to give him more of a view.

“oh..” oh

“Exactly. Now be good and take my babies out for a good- no, GREAT night” You quipped, turning back with a full smile on your face now. “And maybe when you come back?.. i’ll let you pull on mama's tail” pearly fangs gleaming at him, you pull at the long fluffy tail attached to you, Lewis now understanding the weight of the task.

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Lewis made it his mission to make this the kids best halloween, especially with what he had on the table. By the time he came back they were all tuckered out in the backseat of the vehicle, too tired to even pick through or trade candies for the night.

Thankfully, you’d check the sweets for them, accompanied by your love..but of course not without what you promised Lewis.

Pulling at your thong, lewis brings you back towards him, his hardon poking right at your center. In the kitchen was a bit too risky for your liking at this point, so you had no choice but to move the party to the bedroom.

Looking back at him through the mirror of your vanity, you purr, slowly wagging your hips back and forth against him. It took him about 2.0 seconds to get that latex suit off of you.

Lewis smiles. “If I knew you were into this I would have bought you a plug a while ago” He comments, pulling on your tail. You let out a drawn out moan, turning back to look at him.

“Plug? This is all me, baby. Half cat, half danger. I bite too” You wink at him cheekily. There was a hint of unseriousness dangling in the air, giddiness that might’ve been egged on by the two glasses of wine you had.

“I like danger. I’ll gladly be the one you waste all nine lives on” The quick witted reference almost made you snort humorously, amused by his ability to keep the cat theme going.

“Oh, what I'm about to do to you won’t be anything that falls under a waste”

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The night had stretched long like your limbs tangled in the sheets, Lewis still underneath and inside you, stilling to feel the grip of your walls. He softly suckled on your right nipple, using his hand to stimulate the other.

“Fuck, lewis..keep doing that”

You thanked the gods that you stopped breast feeding early last year or else this would be a whole other thing.

Kissing up the brown skin of your chest, he speaks into your neck. It was along the lines of something soft and loving, but you couldn’t hear anything but your own gasps as he plowed into you from underneath. You could feel the plug being jolted from the thrusts, the new sensation only making you wetter; but it wasn’t just the feeling.

It was the excitement of doing something new, the pleasure of knowing lewis enjoyed it just as much as you.

“Fuck! So fucking wet” He grunts, his large hands holding an even firmer grip on your hips. A little harder and he was sure to leave marks, looser and you might’ve flown off of his lap.

“Lew-“ You warned, feeling that familiar tightening in your stomach. The squeezing began to pulse, coiling tightly and then subsiding but never after you could get a breath in. It was a constant fight of not passing out from holding your breath so much, but it wasn’t your fault. How could you keep up when a man you coined as the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen was so keen on stuffing himself so deeply inside of you?

“Lewis!”

“Shit!”

A hand came crashing down on your right cheek, once, then twice more before he was repeatedly tugging at the tail of the plug inside of your ass. He pushed and pulled, fucking the toy even deeper into you despite his own string thrusts attempt to push it back out. You had officially been out freaked for the night.

✮✮✮✮

“You okay?” From beside you, Lewis stared down at your still body, the only active part moving being your chest to catch the oxygen you definitely weren’t getting while cumming.

“Yeah….” You nod, letting silence fall between you two. Lewis makes a face, usually use to being talked to, or maybe hugged after, but it seemed like you were falling behind on that.

“Did I do something?”

You shake your head again. “No, it’s just…I married a slut” Voice unshaken to show you were completely serious, there was nothing that could stop the laugh that came out of Lewis’s mouth.

“Me?! I was just utilizing the tools you gave me? Don’t tell me I did too much”

“No, no, I expected this! But I think it’s my turn now”

“Your turn? What’re you-“

Jumping up like you hadn’t just been on the brink of asking for an inhaler, you straddle his thighs like before, but this time crawling backwards toward the foot of the bed.

“You didn’t cum. Obviously I’m not done with my job” You watch him for an objection, but none came. Then, you lick a stripe up the shaft of him, moaning at the lingering taste of yourself before putting him into your mouth. Still completely hard and heavy in your hand, you take him deeply until you couldn’t anymore, using one hand to complete the strokes, and the other to softly squeeze his balls.

“Shit…” He knew he was done for just then.

✮✮✮✮

It was just your luck to get stuck with someone you swore was your childhood nemesis.

There wasn’t a moment where you two didn’t hate each other, and if there was, you were asleep. If he was in a room, you’d walk out of it. If you were walking down the street, he’d cross over to the opposite side. He avoided sitting near you in any classes you two had together in high school.

Yet, no matter how much you tried to avoid him and his family, they were always just…there. And so were your ill feelings.

He was a cocky bastard, and shit, so were you. So naturally when your great aunt announced you’d be marrying him, therefore into his family, to fulfill a contract as old as you in front of your whole family, you threw an entire fit!

Marry who? Him?! Well, no!

A week later you had been forced to sing a different tune.

Married soon after your twenty-fifth birthday, you were now stuck with someone you vowed to never have any ties to. Even your friends turned their boujee noses up the entire wedding, unaware of the forced connection between you two as you signed papers before to never speak of the arrangement.

You were seething. The entire “honeymoon” was more of you trying not to slit his throat with your stiletto nails. He was a pain in the ass.

You were married, yes, but did he have to act like a husband? No. Yet, he insisted.

He opened doors for you, he gave you his jacket when you were cold, he walked with you on the inside of the sidewalk like some chivalrous gentleman. It was evil. Witchcraft that you were starting to find him even…kinda cute.

One thought you pushed deep into your mind to forget, your main focus on staying far away from the man, meanwhile he didn’t seem to care if you stayed or left, he’d always be somewhere around regardless. For the paps to see, of course.

“Do you have to stand so close?”

You’d ask as he wrapped an arm around your waist and settled his hand on your hip. Butterflies you wanted to stomp on fluttered in your tummy, your conscious trying so hard to keep you from rolling your eyes. It was like he could see it all. He could see the gears turning in your head while you thought of a plan to get away, but no opportunities were turning up.

“I do. Smile real pretty for the cameras, aight?” He spoke into your ear.

The night stretched long and your attitude only heightened every hour. You wanted to go home and get away from these randos, even the men who mindlessly flirted with you all night began to be a bore, though you probably should have walked away from them sooner than you did. But, you didn’t. You bat your lashes at them, giggled at their corny jokes, playfully nudged them too. I mean, you were never one to turn down attention. Unbeknownst to you, you had an audience of one watching closely, waiting to pounce later.

An hour after leaving the table of horny fucks, you decide to find your way back to your husband, only to have him ignore you worse than before. The dirty glares you were sending him weren’t enough to shake him away from business conversations about whatever men of his caliber talked about. And you thought you were materialistic till you met these bastards.

It wasn’t until you abruptly interrupted the group of men and dragged him away, that your beloved husband finally slipped off that mask of gentleman-ness.

Walking into the skyrise apartment, you toss your keys on the accent table by the door and kick off your heels, unknowing that a hotheaded Joey was following behind you.

You knew you’d get flack, you knew he’d have something small to say and you’d ignore him to avoid a late night argument. What you didn’t know was the turn of events he had been planning instead of his usual.

Getting bent over the accent table you just utilized as soon as you took off your shoes wasn’t exactly on the bingo card. The lifting of your dress was so quick that you barely had time to feel the cold breeze swiping over your ass before your skin was stinging with a handprint that’d stay for hours. He spanked you. As if you disobeyed him.

You couldn’t believe it. With your breath stuck in your throat, he held your hands away from him to keep you from swatting him away before laying yet another smack on your backside, resulting in a yelp from you.

“I hate that I gotta constantly make you listen. If it ain’t you talkin’ to me like you crazy, it’s you wandering off and entertaining muhfuckas..You think that’s cute?

His voice was rough, rougher than he had ever spoke to you. Even when you criticized him, and called him names, he was never this rough.

Your panties felt like they were never there with how he ripped them from your body, the lace shredding like nothing from just a strong pull.

The initial shock wouldn’t let you oppose to what was happening, neither was your curiosity with what he was gonna do to you.

Like a serpent, his fingers easily slipped through your folds, touching at your mouth sensitive spot. You shuttered against the table, a meek whimper of his name exiting your mouth. There was barely any preparation before he was really inside of you.

Tears brimmed your eyes when he hiked your leg up on the table to get a new angle, his thrusts powerful enough to rattle the decorative vase placed right in the middle of it.

During punishing strokes, he had left meticulously placed bites along your neck and shoulder, marking you with purpose. You wondered how you would explain the marks to your mother at brunch tomorrow, if you could even make it there.

“Joey- I’m sorry! Fuck— The v-vase!”

You cry out, your hands gripping the sides of the table for dear life in an attempt to steady both yourself, and the shaking.

“You sorry? You think some other nigga in that party could fuck you like this?”

You shook your head in protest, not even meaning to provoke him in a way that’d just effect how you walked the next day.

He slid a hand between your legs, trapping your clit between his middle and index finger.

There was a surge of electricity that traveled through your body, striking your core with a force that had your walls gripping him tighter, your cream sticking around the base of him.

He groans into your ear, your name slipping past his lips. You could feel him twitching deep inside of you, indicating he was just as close as you were. You were fooled into thinking the first time he came inside of you, you were done, and you extremely were mistaken. By now his own release was leaking out of you and down your thighs, threatening to drip on your marble floors.

“You feel that, baby?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl. Make sure you remember this when that smart ass mouth get to runnin’”

He insulted you flat out, and pathetically, it made you cum.