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— plug connie himself! enjoy it or don’t i don’t care 🎀

“feel good huh boo?” connie smiled in the camera showing his gold bottom row grillz. his hands skillfully rolled the greenery into the pink wrapper, his pink nails that he got to match yours making your cunt thump. as a small gift for his needy girl, connie purchased an exact replica of his dick. it was pink and glittery, looking so pretty when you would fuck it into your brown cunt - just as you were now.

“fuck c-conn” you whimpered, hearing the sound of the lighter as he sparked the fat blunt humming in response. “look at me ma” his voice was strained as the first pull was always such a strong relief. your low eyes looked down at the propped up camera, hand moving faster to work the dildo in you. his pink hair looked so pretty in the dullness of his car light, actually connie just looked so pretty making your jucies leak onto your shared comforter. “turn that shit around for me boo” you moaned a little, tired giggle passing your lips as you did as told.

the fat of your ass being all in connie’s face; your wet pussy that glistened being his only view making his mouth water. “now continue” he smoked his blunt, bulge uncomfortable in his pants watching how deep the the replic fucked into you. your pussy sounds, and moans making his ball feel so heavy. how you left your hand still for a few bouncing back against the pretty sexy toy making your ass clap and thighs shake. “that feel good huh? wishin daddy was there boo?” you whined in response, starting to fuck it into you slowly as your orgasm was on its brink just like connie would do.

“look at you tryna be like daddy” he watched your hips rotate, pussy jucies leaking and his cock jerking in the black nike sweats. his toes curled in the matching black socks, sliding against the slide that was on his feet. his teeth gritted together once you pulled the cream decorated dildo all the way out of you, then pushed it in; squirt dripping out of you while you repeatedly said his name. “c-connieee! ooo connie” connie’s cock began to hurt, his desperate “daddies here mama” while watching your shaky hands still fuck the toy inside of you making more squirt come out of you. he knew you were done when your legs gave out, your body falling on the bed as you took heavy breaths.

“daddies gonna clean you up when he gets home” connie told you smiling. he ashed his blunt grabbing the my melody duffle from the back seat listening to you shuffle on the bed. “stay on the phone” he said, then rolled down his tinted window to the small group of scattered people in the parking lot. pulling out his pink scale and my melody zip loc bags he made sure no one could see you as he started his hobby never one hanging up on you.

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Just You and Me - Jey Uso x Black OC

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~18+ THIS FIC CONTAINS SMUT!~

Author's Note: yeah... idk where this came from... ENJOY! 💖

Warnings: TOXIC... TOXIC JEY USO

“Shit”, Hazel moaned, raking her fingernails down his back as he started placing kisses on her neck. She felt him grin into her neck as she let out a gasp, as he eased his dick into her. 

“Fuck baby.” Josh groaned in her ear as he slowly pushed deeper.  Hazel wrapped her legs around his waist tighter and arched her back, pressing her breast against his chest. Josh began to move his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, he lifted his head and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. 

Hazel moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in Josh’s hair as their bodies moved together. She rolled her hips to meet his thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through them both. Josh trailed his hand down her side, caressing her curves before gripping her thigh. He hitched her leg higher, changing the angle and allowing him to sink even deeper.

“Feel good baby?” He muttered, breaking the kiss and staring deep into her eyes. She nodded, biting her bottom lip as he started to hit her spot, head-on. “Tell me how good it feels” 

“F-feel so good Jey.” 

Josh chuckled and dropped his head back into her neck. “That’s my name?” He asked, slowing down his thrust. “What’s my name baby.” 

"J-Josh," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "Josh, please don't stop." 

He rewarded her with a harder thrust that made her cry out, her head falling back against the pillow. "That's better," he whispered against her flushed skin, his breath hot and heavy.

Hazel's body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation as Josh moved inside her. She dragged her hands down his sweat-slicked back, feeling the muscles flex and contract with each powerful thrust.

“See how good I’m makin’ you feel.”  Hazel nodded, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Josh put her legs over his shoulders.  “You tryna’ give all this up baby? Huh? You don’t want me to make you feel good anymore?” 

Hazel gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the new position sent him impossibly deeper. "I--I want you," Hazel gasped, her words fracturing as Josh drove deeper. The new position left her completely at his mercy, her body trembling beneath him. 

“I thought you were done with me baby?” 

“Fuck, Josh.” She panted, opening her eyes and looking at him. She felt herself clench around him as she got a good look at him. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, his grillz were still in his mouth, catching the dim light whenever he smiled down at her. 

Josh took her legs from over his shoulders and forced them down on the bed, holding her open for him.  Hazel let out a loud moan as she came. Her body shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Josh didn't slow his pace, working her through her orgasm with relentless precision. Hazel's fingers clutched desperately at the sheets, her back arching off the bed as aftershocks rippled through her. 

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," he growled, his voice rough with desire. His fingers dug into her thighs, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She panted as he circled his hips in a way that made stars burst behind her eyelids and more of her essence leaked out of her, making a mess on the sheets. 

“Oou shit,” Josh groaned, “You gon cum again? Go ‘head baby. Cum for daddy.” 

"I can't—I can't again," Hazel whimpered, but her body betrayed her words as heat pooled low in her belly. Josh's rhythm never faltered, each stroke deliberate and devastating.

"Yeah you can," he insisted, one hand releasing her thigh to slide between them, his thumb finding her sensitive bundle of nerves. "I know this pussy. Know what it needs." The damn broke, Hazel let out a scream as she squirted drenching Josh and the bed. 

“Yeah,” Josh growled, “Thats what the fuck i’m talkin’ bout.” his hips stuttering as he tried to keep his orgasms at bay. “Can’t nobody make you feel like this baby. Only me.” 

“Only you,” Hazel repeated and Josh groaned, his movements becoming more erratic. The wetness between them made obscene sounds that filled the room alongside their heavy breathing.

He leaned down, his grillz glinting as he whispered against her ear. “You gon leave me?” 

Hazel felt her heart constrict at his words, even as her body continued to pulse with pleasure. Something vulnerable flashed in Josh's eyes, a rare glimpse beneath his confident exterior.

"Never," she breathed, reaching up to cup his face, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm yours."

That was all Josh needed to hear. He let out a loud groan as he came. Hazel let out a gasp and a moan as she felt his seed hit the back of her pussy. He captured her lips in a sensual kiss as he pumped the rest of his seed into her. 

“You love me?” Josh asked and Hazel let out a deep breath. 

“Yeah, I love you.”

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BEDROOM BULLY (a sequel)

Chiron x BLACK!FEM!Reader.

——>(Pt1)<——

WARNINGS:no protection(wrap it df up), dirty talk, rough seggsss, daddy kink, reader is kinda delusional, shortttt y’all know the deal, it’s nasty! just read it!

SUMMARY: Chiron took the reader back to his place after their car meet session and he shows her that his grillz ain’t the only thing that can shine!

Ps. I wanted to do this before the spooky shit lmao. Hope y’all enjoy.<3

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Legs shaking, toes curling, eyes rolling. You had reached an all time high with your friends slut-meter. You facetimed them right after getting ate like thanksgiving dinner, geeking in this man’s passenger seat like the man in question wasnt a few feet away and the bottom of your ass wasn’t soaking wet, your thighs sticking together like honey on skin.

“Was it good?”

“You really let him do that?!”

“How many times you came?”

All comments they blurted out to you after getting the deets, and you answered all questions in complete honesty.

“You so lucky! His friend babymama started calling when I pulled down my pants”

One of your friends complained, making you cackle. covering your mouth so he couldn’t hear you laughing like a hyena while looking through his trunk for something to wipe your legs off with, you heard many more questions from the curious girls.

“Did you see how big he was though? Or y’all ain’t get that far?”

“You gon let him fuck?”

“Let him fuck? Of course she is! If I was her I would have been on the dick, fuck getting a towel and callin’ you hoes!” one of your friends answered for you.

“It would take 100 surgeons to remove me from that dick”

“Ouuu, I saw how he looked at you too. I just know that dick heavy”

And your friend was indeed right. It was.

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“DAMN, BABY-“ you shook and cried out as you allowed him to break you in, knocking that pussy straight out the damn frame. He had your legs crisscrossed and pushed down towards your chest, his hands gripping tightly on both of your ankles to pin you down, as if you could go anywhere with how bad your legs were shaking, even with him holding them down. His hips smacked into you so hard that your ass and the back of your thighs was turning red, mimicking your tear irritated eyes. “I CANT! Please! slow down!” You shout as your sensitive pussy convulsed, but he gave no mercy. “Don’t cry now, take this dick like a big girl” he teases, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix with every thrust forward, it had you drooling. Dick drunk for however long he was gonna put it in your spine. It wouldn’t even matter how tired you were gonna be in the morning, you were thinkin’ of getting up, and making this nigga some breakfast for this good dick.

Nothing in the room could distract you from how he was making you feel, and when your eyes weren’t rolled to the back of your head, they were gawking at the flashing gold chain around his neck, the color matching the grillz in his mouth. The piece swung back and forth in your face as he fucked you, the moonlight from the broad window next to the bed making the cross pendant twinkle like stars in the same night sky that rested above.

“You like that shit, huh? You like how daddy makin’ you take that dick, don’t even front” He curses.

“Yes! It’s so fu-uckin’ deep” You struggled and whined again, your jaw starting to hurt from you biting down your teeth for so long. You saw why girls go so crazy for they man, alongside with the stars that were blurring your vision currently. He had already noticed the attraction you had for his jewelry, and it made him chuckle, a low groan following right after. “You like my chain too?”

You nod, answering. “Yes, daddy!”

“Aight. Be a good lil’ bitch for me and I’ll let you wear it. Now, cum on this dick”

The curve of his dick touched the end of your pussy, his hips connecting with yours completely as he begins to grind himself. Both of you were recently waxed and shaved so the skin to skin contact sent you overboard. Yes, he was shaved nicely. Yes, he was a real slut.

His pelvic rubbed against your clit as he slow wined his hips, letting you feel all 9inches of that big dick in your guts. Your legs had gone numb and stopped shaking, but that didn’t stop you from showing him his new favorite water toy. You wet up his plum colored sheets with a wail, making even darker stains as your cream and slick dripped out of you, some on your thighs, some on your ass, but most on his sheets and that hammer he called a dick.

“Mhm, let it out”

“You feelin’ that shit, ma”

“This dick got you goin’ dumb like that? Close ya mouth”

“You takin’ this dick like a champ too, I might keep you”

He talked shit like no other cause he knew he was fuckin’ you like he wanted to put a ring on it. He couldn’t say he didn’t imagine it for a split second in that one moment where he had you halfway off of the bed, drool dripping from your mouth and down your throat with his hands tangled in your bundles as he dipped his dick in and out of your mouth, your cheeks hollowed until your jaw ached and his abs tightened, indicating that he was about to bust, wasting all that nut that could have been inside you.

He stops grinding into you and unbends your legs, letting the blood flow finally get to where it needed to go. Honestly, you were already fucked out, but you didn’t wanna tell him that and have him thinking you were lying about taking dick. But maybe you should have, cause when he turned you over to your side and laid behind you, you knew it was over. He didn’t even care to ask you politely to widen your legs. he pulled that ass back, hiked your leg up on his and slipped himself right back into those walls that were forever molded to the shape of his dick.

“Uh-huh. Let me get in that pussy, baby”

“You stretchin’ me, daddy!”

You both moan simultaneously, your pussy gripping him like she wanted him to stay deep inside forever. This position had your stomach twisting and turning like a whirlpool washing machine, your clit jumping at his fingertips touch as he slips his arm under your propped up leg and starts rubbing at your swollen button while his hips work on getting his dick to massage the deepest part inside of you. It was gonna be a long week, maybe even month, cause you wasn’t gonna leave him alone.

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PSS. Me watching y’all eat pt1 up cause I did NOT expect that to blow up 💀 Thank y’all for the love tho 🤭🩷🩷

[3eyesdivine]

Carnalis

as requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk

As Zilla's manager, Selina struggled to maintain her professionalism. This dude was too fine to be real. From the way his grillz gleamed when he smiled to the way his tattoos adorned his skin, every piece of eternal art on that man fit him perfectly.

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

"No, no. Stop it, Selina." The young woman mumbled to herself, shaking the wicked thoughts and visuals from her mind. She refocused her attention on the computer in front of her, studying Zilla's itinerary. 

The man was an emerging star in the wrestling world, yet he was popping off quicker than she'd ever seen. She looked into the viewership statistics and discovered that the bulk of Zilla's audience were female. This nearly made the woman's eye twitch, but she couldn't be taken aback by the outcome. Once again, he was a fine ass, tattooed Samoan man. Who wouldn't want, no.. desire, this man? 

Picking up her phone, the woman goes to what she believes is her closest friend's contact and sends her a message, literally thirsting for her client. 

Girl, Zilla is so damn fine. I know I talk about him a lot but I ain't ever need somebody dick this bad.

And she pressed send, putting her phone down for only a brief moment before it dinged, indicating that she had received a response.

You in yo office, ma?

The message read, Selina's eyes widening as she saw the contact's name and nearly threw her phone.

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She shouted, rising out of her seat and pacing back and forth within her office. Her hands shook with nervousness, and her thoughts became a jumble. What if she just lost her job? Will she be demoted? She couldn't stop thinking about the worst-case scenario. 

A knock sounds on her office door, and she walks up to open it, only to be greeted by Zilla himself.

"You gon' let me in?" He questioned, a small grin on his lips as he watched her move aside after hesitating for a moment.  "You good?" 

Selina cracked a grin while she closed the door behind her. As she walked towards her desk, she was stopped by the feeling of large hands and bulky arms wrapping around her waist. She had to hold her breath as a tingling sensation on her neck was followed by the man's lips against her skin, delivering sweet kisses in all of the right spots. 

"Zilla, I-" She began to speak, but was silenced by the man, whose left hand snaked to the bottom of the woman's black, flowy dress, which yet managed to embrace her curvaceous figure in all the right places.

The woman's panties were undoubtedly soaked from her wetness, as the man confirmed when he bent her over, her hands on the desk and her legs split apart as Zilla's hand slid past the material of her lace thong and made contact with her smooth, freshly waxed pussy. 

His fingers were drenched in her secretions upon the first touch, and she gasped and quietly whimpered as he began massaging her clit. He worked in minimal circles, nipping and licking her ear before pushing her hair out of the way and repositioning his lips on her neck, sucking and kissing, leaving mark after mark for the woman to cover up later.

"You gon' take my dick just like this? Hm?" He spoke, his right hand moving down her back as he pushed her towards the desk even more, her ass pressed against his covered crotch. She could feel how big and hard he was, and she couldn't help but grind and bounce her ass against him. 

With his hand still down Selina's panties, he used his free hand to pull his sweatpants and underwear down just enough to expose his cock. 

Lifting her dress up in the back, Zilla's bottom lip slips between his teeth as he lands a hard slap over the woman's plump ass, watching as it recoiled, making the man's cock twitch in excitement. 

"Pull them panties down, mamas. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructed, stroking his cock as the woman let the little piece of fabric fall till it pooled around her ankles, leaving her half exposed to the man behind her.

Her cunt was glistening and looked beyond ready to be fucked. Zilla's tongue brushed over his top lip as he analyzed the sight. “Damn, ma. You drippin’.”

With his hand on Selina's lower back, he slipped his cock deep inside of her, eliciting a soft moan in response as he began with gentle thrusts. Even with such a modest speed, along with his length and size, he reached the right spot with each movement, and the woman was already lost in the bliss. 

"Yes, daddy. Faster, faster.." Selina purred quietly, one of her hands moving down to rub her clit as she leaned the side of her face on her desk's frigid surface. 

Zilla followed along with her request instantly, his hips rhythms transitioning into those of an unrelenting tempo. 

Regardless of the fact that the two were in an office within a crowded building, the woman couldn't help but release loud moans for others to hear, and the man didn't care to stop it, instead jerking his hips enough to fuck Selina harder, her ass clapping back against his pelvis as he did so. 

"That's right, ma. Let them hear how good this dick makin' you feel." Zilla groaned, hands grabbing her waist with such force that finger imprints could be left against her delicate, soft skin. To be honest, her physique was perfect, and the more he noticed it, the more his hunger for her grew. 

His thrusting escalated to pounding, and the strength and roughness of his motions made Selina wetter, to the point that her juices dripped down her thick thighs, probably leaving a puddle on the floor beneath her feet. Zilla flung his head back, panting and squeezed his eyes shut, as Selina clenched so hard around his cock that he nearly came. 

"Want me to come in you, baby? Talk to me, come on. Lemme hear you." He urged, fucking her faster and harder as he felt his climax arriving rapidly and knew it would be strong. 

Selina nodded, her knees buckling and her legs shaking while her upper body trembled as her own orgasm began creeping up on her.  "Yes, daddy! I'ma come! Fuck!" She announced, speeding up the circular strokes on her clit as her lower stomach tightened and her moans turned into yells of need. 

Finally, they came at the same time. Zilla shot his load deep into Selina's cunt as the woman squirted, her liquids spilling down her legs and drenching the man's gray sweats in the process. "Ohh. Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed,  reaching behind her to grab the man's wrist. 

Rubbing the woman's lower back, Zilla pulls out and assists Selina in turning around, her body falling limp as he holds her in his arms. 

"I done tired yo ass out, huh?" He teased, moving hair out of her face. 

Pressing a kiss against her lips, Zilla pulls back and grips the woman’s jaw.

"Send me your room number when we get to Vegas. This ain't the only time you gon' take this dick, ma." He states matter-of-factly before pulling his sweats back up and walking out of the office. 

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chapter f o u r

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As they were in the elevator to go to the hotel room that was on the 15th floor, the tension could be felt in each and every nerve of both of them.

Somehow the silence was louder than if somebody would have spoken.

Through the agonizingly slow elevator ride, it finally stopped at floor 15 and Jey let India walk out first, catching the swaying movements of her hips in that dress.

If he stared long and hard enough, he could see the black thong through the mesh dress. Jey’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, hypnotized by the movement. Down the long hallway, the overhead lights cast a soft glow on the pair.

India didn’t turn around, but she just knew that he was looking. She felt it.

She stopped at the hotel room door, inserting the key card into the slot, with the light turning from red to green, and Jey opened and held the door for her as they entered.

Jey shut the door behind him, the deafening sound of him turning the lock into place. Not that he expected anyone to interrupt them.

He leaned back against the now-locked door, watching India slip her heels off and place them by the couch in the living area. Even though the curtains were open and displaying the beautiful view of the ocean, all that Jey cared about in front of him was the beautiful woman in front of him.

Then he began walking towards her figure that was back-turned to him. He moved with slow and calculated steps, and when he finally reached her, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, with his lips meeting the side of her neck to tenderly place a kiss there.

She didn’t move nor breathe, she just stood there as her eyes fluttered close and his hands firm on her waist.

As she was enjoying his pleasure-inducing kisses on her neck and right below her earlobe, she turned around to face him, placing her arms on his shoulders.

Jey licked his lips once more before leaning down slightly, their lips meeting and sparking this new found electricity between the two.

He caught her mouth in a kiss that was deep and surprisingly slow, not wanting to delve too deep too fast with her. India’s lips were soft and warm, perfectly molding with his like she was made for him.

She tasted like sugary lip gloss, prompting Jey to keep chasing her. He tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed from her waist down south to grab a handful of her ass.

She gasped into his mouth, making Jey smile and she felt his grillz against her lips.

“You like that mama?” He breathed, softly massaging her plump cheek in his hand.

India’s mouth opened in pleasure and she nodded while looking up at him. She melted into his touch, gripping his shoulders and slightly pulling him closer.

Jey pulled his face away from hers to glance at the bedroom, then he turned his attention back to India.

“Come on.” He let go of her ass and grabbed her hand in his, leading them both to the bedroom. Jey sat down on the bed, legs spread and shoulders relaxed while he took off his suit jacket to toss it over the nearby chair.

He did a slow four-finger motion for her to come closer to him, just as he’d done many times in the ring to taunt his opponent.

She complied to his request, now standing between his strong thighs, but that wasn’t close enough for Jey.

“Can I move this out the way, baby?” He asked, motioning to the bottom of her dress.

India nodded, giving him permission and she felt the brush of his fingers as he slid her dress up and over her hips, with her black lace panties now in an unobstructed view.

Then he put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her thigh, pulling her forward to him and made her straddle his lap.

She breathed out softly and grabbed his shoulders once more, balancing herself. She felt the heat of his body through his black dress shirt. Jey looked down to where they were pressed against each other, his bulge becoming more and more prominent.

“Shit…” India moaned softly, just barely rubbing against him but in the most perfect way.

“That felt good? Keep goin’ mama.” He sexily bit his lip, watching India slowly grind onto him. He kicked his shoes off while she kept at the act, and his hands went to grip her ass tightly again.

“Fuck, India. Lemme taste you baby.” He stood up, holding her in his strong arms as he switched their positions with India now laying on the bed and Jey between her legs that were wrapped around his waist.

Their lips met again in a kiss, Jey’s lips traveling to the side of her jaw then to her still-clothed chest, placing kisses on top of the fabric.

As he did so, his hand slid down between her legs to stop at her pussy. He slowly massaged it through her panties, feeling how hot she was already.

India arched her back upwards, the euphoria she felt at the mercy of his fingers making her body react involuntarily, as another moan fell from her lips.

“Yea. Tell me how good that feel. I know it do.” His taunting, yet sexy voice just added more flames to the fire that she was already experiencing.

She could literally feel the juices slipping out of her at his actions and words.

“Sh-shit, Jey.”

“You gon’ let me eat you out?” He asked as he was already moving down her body, closer to where she really needed him. She moaned and wet her swollen lips as she gripped his hair.

“Mmm, yes please do it.” She heard Jey chuckle before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, his fingers rubbing against her hips, and pulling them down her legs to toss them somewhere in the room.

He placed her calves onto his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs up, up, closer to where he knew she wanted his lips.

Jey continued to place open-mouthed butterfly kisses right near her aching core, one on the crevice between her pelvis and thigh, the next on her outer lip, then finally the last one landed right on her wet folds.

The soft, velvety contact made India’s head spin, moaning out in pleasure and wanting more of that feeling. She gripped the bedsheets with tension while trying to ground herself to fully experience the pleasure that he was giving her.

Jey deeply groaned at the taste of her juices. His tongue was exploring each and every one of her folds, mixing his saliva with her.

“Oh fuck Jey.” India breathed out, never having someone go down on her and it feeling this good.

Jey removed his mouth from her core to reply back. “Pussy taste so good, baby.” He latched back onto her, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit up and down.

His warm lips then wrapped around her clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue. He brought his fingers to spread her open even more, still stimulating her swollen nub, making India jump slightly.

“Oh shit, fuck! Oouu, that feels so good.”

“Mmhm. Keep talkin’ to me, mama.” Jey moved one hand to her now naked chest, signaling at some point that she pulled her dress up and over her head.

He grabbed and kneaded her breasts as he suckled and feasted on her vulnerable core. “Fuuu-oh my God Jey I’m gonna come.” She gripped his hair a bit tighter and her body tensed up at the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach, wanting to burst so badly.

Jey sucked on her clit harder, making her orgasm go over the edge as her toes curled and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

He let her relax and come down from her high, placing gentle kisses up and down her stomach.

“How you liked that?” Jey crawled back up to hover over her lips, not giving her the chance to answer before caressing her lips with his own.

“That wa-was amazing. Damn, Jey…” India said in between gasps, still trying to catch her breath and making Jey smile down at her. He quickly replaced that smile with wetting his lips as he grabbed her waist to flip her over on her stomach.

India arched up so she was face down, ass up, prompting Jey to grab handfuls of her ass that was now on full display. He spanked one cheek and this made India jump, then giggle.

“Oh you like that shit huh? Daddy spankin’ you and shit…” He spanked her other cheek, watching the jiggle and recoil like he was being hypnotized.

The nickname made India’s stomach swirl with newfound excitement and emboldened by her desire, she fed into it.

“Yes Daddy I do like it.” She laid one side of her face onto the bed, catching a glimpse of him behind her still. He was in the midst of taking his pants and underwear off, kicking them out of the way in front of the bed.

Then she caught an eyeful of his swinging cock.

She turned her head back forward, not wanting Jey to see her expression on her face, but he saw it anyway.

He laughed, flashing his grill. “Don’t worry baby. It’s gon’ fit.”

He grabbed his dick, slowly rubbing it all across her wet pussy, coating himself in the natural lubricant, before slowly but surely leading the tip of it inside of India.

Just the tip made India freeze, feeling him stretch her walls out in the most delicious way that she never felt before. She unintentionally squeezed around it in the midst of her adjusting, making Jey groan out.

“Man, you so tight mama. Drivin’ me crazy and I ain’t even all the way in.” India reached around behind her with her right arm, pulling him closer to her and signaling that he was okay to keep going.

Jey kept slowly filling her up inch by inch, until he bottomed out, then he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in, and they both moaned at the feeling. Every inch of both of their bodies was on fire with pleasure, like liquid heat running through their veins.

Jey was definitely a talker during sex.

As India was still on all fours, Jey’s pace had sped up and was now really digging her deep. He looked down at where they were connected, noticing the cream that was coating his tan dick.

“This pussy is mine, right?” He leaned forward to grab and pull her hair, making her back arch even more so he could get deeper.

“Shit! Yes Daddy, it’s so big.” The lewd sounds of skin smacking against each other, added to the wet sounds of their liquid desire mixing together was sure enough to get a noise complaint to any nearby neighbors.

“Unghh. Damn India, you gon’ let the whole hotel hear baby?” Jey said through heavy breaths, loving how she felt squeezing so tight around him.

He let her hair go, putting both hands back onto her waist, slowing down his thrusts on purpose so she could feel every single inch. It took her breath away and she once again reached behind her to grab his arm.

“You takin’ my dick so good baby. Lookin’ so sexy like this too.”

She brought the same hand down to rub her clit in circles, feeling another orgasm approaching and Jey noticed.

“Yea that’s right. Rub that shit for me. You gon’ come again, huh? Tell me.” He changed the angle of his hips and it hit just right against that spot that no one ever hit before.

“Oh my-fuck, Jey! Right there, right there, don’t stop please!”

He licked his lips, smirking, keeping the angle right where she wanted it. This paired with the stimulation of her clit brought her a mind-blowing, out of body, otherworldly, never-knew-was-capable-of-existing orgasm as she felt white heat throughout her body and her eyes may as well have gotten stuck in the back of her head.

Jey damn near came at how much tighter she squeezed and spasmed around him than she was doing previously, so he softly pulled out of her, watching her opening spasm open then closed as she shook with pleasure.

“Damn...” He just admired her as she rode her wave.

After it seemed like she came back down to earth, he kissed up her back before slipping it back inside of her again. He was continuously digging her out, the sheets beneath them catching every stream of wetness that dared to slowly fall on it.

Jey was trying to not come yet, too in love with the way she felt around him, but he couldn’t hold it off any longer. With each thrust, his body tensed, his core flexing and his hands grew tighter on her waist and hips.

“Fuck baby, you makin’ me come. Where you want it?”

India was feeling bold so she told him.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy.”

Jey obliged and as soon as he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer, he pulled out while India turned to face him and not much sooner, she felt the warm streams of the result of his orgasm land on her lips and face.

His moans were so beautiful, a perfect mix of groans and she could’ve sworn she heard a low whimper in there somewhere.

He kept stroking himself until the blissful contractions in his dick began to simmer down. As he was still breathing heavy, he brought his finger to India’s cheek, gathering some of it up before bringing it to her lips.

It was a quiet exchange as she obeyed his silent command. He tasted good—a neutral taste but with slightly sweet accents. She could tell he ate right.

He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel and he gently cleaned her face with it, makeup coming off and all, but India couldn’t care less.

“I got you, mama.” He lowly spoke to her.

“Thank you…” She was in awe of how caring he was

He then put the towel in the little towel pile that was on the floor by the shower, came back to the bedside to turn the light off, and then grabbed India to pull close to him as they cuddled in bed to hopefully fall asleep without someone getting too excited again for round two.

A/N: india don't get too comfortable...

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[plaidpajamallama]

Like laundry Rhea Ripley X Jey Uso

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Summary: One day Rhea goes to the gym with Jey and can’t focus

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Rhea was sitting on the couch, her dog Bella lying under her arm, while she scrolled through Instagram.

She flipped through her stories. Damian posted about the Yankees—as always.

Naomi posted multiple pictures of herself in her newest gear.

She clicked the screen again.

Her whole body got hot as a video of Jey doing knee raises played.

He was in all black, his chain shining under the bright gym lights.

Even in a hoodie she could see his muscles flexing from holding himself up in the air with ease.

She subconsciously licked her lips as the video played again.

He has been going crazy in the gym lately with mania getting closer and closer, and it was starting to drive her crazy.

Bella’s ears perked up before jumping off the couch and rushing towards the stairs.

Hey, hey, he bent down, petting the top of Bella’s head.

Aye, Mama, he called out, trying to get her attention, but got nothing.

He pushed past Bella, walking over to the couch, her following after him, tail wagging.

Mama, what are you doing? He came up behind her, leaning over the back of the couch.

She clicked her phone off, setting it in her lap. Nothing. She looked back at him. What’s up?

She noticed he was wearing a black compression shirt that hugged his muscles tight; his gray sweats hung low off his hips, the grillz in his mouth matching the chain around his neck, both simple but still enough to make her lose it.

I’m going to go to the gym? He said he caught her eyeing him up and down, making him grin.

You good, Mama?

She snapped out of it, meeting his gaze. Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. She said nervously, her face lighting up like a tomato, What did you say before?

He chuckled. I’m going to gym. Do you want to come?

Yeah, let me change first. She hopped up off the couch, stepping over Bella, her knees feeling a little weak.

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She was taking a rest between her sets of bicep curls, looking at herself in the mirrors that lined the wall of the gym.

She was wearing a Darc Sport dark camo shirt and a matching pair of shorts with her beat-up low-top Vans.

She glanced over at Jey, who was on the ground doing his third round of push-ups.

His phone set up in front of him, catching her in the background.

Fuck, he looks bloody good! She said to herself, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and then letting it fall across her shoulder blades.

She had so many ideas running through her head, none of them involving actually working out, maybe another form of cardio though.

She took her bottom lip between her teeth before looking away quickly as he finished up his set, sitting on the ground pushing his hair out of his face.

Alright, let’s see what you all have been talking’ about. He leaned into the phone, reading the chat.

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Themessiah67: Oh, it’s over for Gunther

DivaDiana: Damn, Jey! 😮‍💨

Tribenightmare: I know, right! Rhea is very lucky

Crashoutuso: So lucky 🫦

FearlessKim: Y’all simping in these comments like he can’t see us 😂

Power99: Gunther's going to get dog-walked

Your stepdad: Yup, his days are numbered

Themessiah67: Someone peep Rhea in the back? 😂

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He laughed. Damn, it's been a minute since I did this, huh? Forgot how y’all be acting on here, he laughed again, this one deeper, flashing his grillz. I appreciate it, though, uce.

I would argue I’m the lucky one. Y’all see her? He pointed behind him to her. Shit, I’m trying to get like that, uce, he smiled, standing up off the ground.

She did her little wave to the camera as she continued her set, trying to stay focused.

Jey grabbed two 40-pound dumbbells from the rack, backing up to make sure he was in frame before starting to do a set of hammer curls.

His eyes caught the chat going faster; he laughed to himself, not thinking much of it.

She put her dumbbells back down on the rack, her hair falling in front of her pinkish face, her knees feeling weaker.

God, get a grip. She thought, Focus, focus, focus. She repeated the phrase in her head over and over, hoping it would help.

Fuck! Jey groaned, his arms starting to burn, each rep getting harder, groaning and grunting with every one after that, sending a shiver through her body.

She looked over at him, watching him through the mirror.

Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead, his muscles popping, tattoos glistening with sweat.

She tripped over her own feet, falling onto one of the benches, the noise getting the attention of some of the other gym-goers.

Hey, Mama, are you good? Jey’s head whipped around, putting down his weights and going over to her.

Yeah, I’m fine, just… tripped, her face turning a darker shade of red as he helped her up

Are you sure you're good, Mama? He's pushing some of her hair back behind her ear.

Yeah, I’m fine, baby. She tried to pull herself together but was doing horribly at it.

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Mamiforpresident: Homegirl is struggling 😂

Crashoutuso: 😂 Hey, I get it; my knees would be weak too

Star-Dusty: She’s so real for that

Themessiah67: She is!

UceyUma: So she’s doing better than me; I would have folded already🤭

Themessiah67: If he came up to me like that, oh, most definitely

Thatgirl25: The live would have ended right there 😂😮‍💨

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You don’t look fine. You look a little wobbly. He grinned, noticing what was wrong with her.

I’m—I’m fine. She said her face was getting warmer.

Mm-hmm, well, why don’t you sit down? Let me get your water bottle; you look really thirsty, he teased, sitting her down.

Hey! She hit his shoulder, getting more flustered.

What? He said with mocking innocence, stepping away from her.

She hid her face with her hands, suddenly remembering that they were still live.

She was so embarrassed that she lost control like that; she fell in front of everyone, getting so distracted by him.

She leaned back against the bench whose back was raised up.

Jey walked past his phone on the ground back over to her gently slapped her thigh, getting her attention.

She pulled her hands from her face, looking up at him, immediately giggling and blushing so hard.

What did I do now? He laughed with her.

Be all hot and sweaty. She said between her giggles, pushing him back away from her he didn’t move, just laughed harder.

Watching me work out getting you all hot and bothered, Mama? He said, hushed, his teasing only being heard by her.

She looked away before she did something she shouldn’t.

Huh? He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look at him. Got you all—the rest of his words were muffled by her hand.

Jey—her eyes were wide, looking up at him with a small grin. One, you're in the gym, and two, you're still live.

He looked over, seeing his phone on the floor against a mirror going crazy. He completely forgot he playfully rolled his eyes, moving away from her over to it.

He picked it up off the ground, scanning the chat, seeing they were just talking about them.

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Tribenightmare: I feel like we’re interrupting something 🫣

FearlessKim: Shh, if we’re quiet, they won’t notice🤫

Your stepdad: Oh, she folded (same girl)

Star-Dusty: Crazy how long it took her. I wonder if she folded instantly

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He laughed. Y’all are wild, and this is fun, but we’re going to get going.

The chat filled with awes" and boos, not wanting them to leave.

He kneeled down next to Rhea so she was in frame with him.

Aww, we’re be back, guys. Rhea said, leaning towards his shoulder, getting more in frame. Don’t be sad; I’ll make sure he does it again.

She will; she’s real bossy. He said, earning a punch to the shoulder, I’m not bossy!

Mm-hmm, yeah, sure. Anyway, we’re about to go. We’ll see y’all again. Deuces, uces, he said, doing a little yeet.

Bye, my little mosherz. She did her little wave till next time.

He slipped his phone in his pocket, standing up.

Oh, bloody hell, she said, her thumb between her teeth.

Jey used the end of his shirt to wipe his face off, revealing his toned stomach and pecs, both dripping with sweat.

He could wipe his face all he wanted, but the smirk on it wouldn’t leave.

He dropped his shirt back down, looking at her like he didn’t just do that. You good? He asked with a smirk.

Fuck you, she retorted, standing up and starting to walk off.

Mmm, isn’t that the goal, Mama? He said following after her.

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I locked in and finally finished one of the many requests I have but hey we’re get to the rest at some point you know 😆🖤

[tainted-liquor]

𓇼𓈒ㅤׂHow Curious... 𓆉 [4.11.23] - ft. Miles G. Morales 𓆡 genre: fluff, part 2 of Sea Grillz!

What a liar.

Two years ago, you met a human. A beautiful, beautiful human who promised that he would come back and visit you. You waited around the coral for months, breaching the surface of the freshwater haven every now and again to see if the familiar red metal cargo ship ever showed up again. You kept that piece of soft cotton fabric wrapped tightly around your gills in hopes that one day the boy would remember you and come back. What was his name again? Prowler?

You zoomed through the warm currents of the 'Big Lagoon', otherwise known as the Caribbean Sea by the surface dwellers in search of some new findings at the bottom of the ocean. Your tail eagerly jerked through the waves, propelling you forward with the force of a bullet train as you scanned the ocean floor for any new finds. You had somewhat of a collection; a brass hand mirror, several giant beady 'pearls' of some sort, silky gloves, and a plethora of coins from all ages and times. It was dark, barely visible as your eyes struggled to pick out every minor detail due to the lack of sunlight. But truth be told, you only had one thing in mind as you glided through the pure water.

You breached the surface, hair falling along your shoulders as your beautiful coral and shell necklace rested against your collarbone. You looked up at the warm skyline, losing yourself in the vibrant shades of orange, pink, and yellow that decorated the world and illuminated your skin. You raised a hand out of the warmth of the ocean, watching as your skin morphed from a pale blue to your natural melanated tone. Your jewelry consisted of pearls, small shells, your swamp blue scales that you lost along the way, and solid diamonds that shimmered on the horizon. It was perfect; no humans to disturb the mesmerizing crash of the waves or the blue tint of the water.

You felt for your cold neck, grazing your soft fingertips over the ripped piece of cotton wrapped around your neck. A sense of melancholy suddenly filled your mind, missing the man that appeared before you and swept you off your fins. You looked around the bare ocean, whispering a silent prayer to whatever may be listening. Oshun? Ikatere? Whoever ears it fell upon, you'd hope they'd hear you.

"Please come back tomorrow..."

You bowed your head before darting back under the deep blue, blazing through the current with no other goal than to get home safely. It was hard to describe this feeling of grief. Maybe it was the promise he muttered that remained broken, or maybe it was his sense of style with those iron-clad claws and shiny teeth. He hadn't left your mind since he sailed away, but you sure left his. You cozied up next to the soft pink anemone, allowing its tentacles to flick and wave at your nose.

The ocean surface went from gentle pinks obscured by ripples of water to pitch black. The inky sky glowed with speckles of stars as you laid back on your lively 'pillow', gently running your fingers through the rough nylon of the rope attached to your waist. You thought to yourself for a moment, dancing over the buttery kapa fabric that covered your chest. It was just like every other night, staring at the water's edge while you attempted to lull yourself to sleep. But there was a sudden urge for you to get up and swim out far east.

You gasped, hopping up at the speed of light, tail twitching with an unfamiliar sensation. Your iridescent scales glimmered under the moon...something was nagging you to swim east. So what did you do? Swam as far right as you could.

"Tú en mi cama..." Miles muttered, deep purple Prowler mask glimmering in the moonlight as music flooded his brain. He knew he was stupid for sailing out in the middle of the sea for no reason, but he had to see that pretty little mermaid again. The one with the big beady eyes and the baby-soft skin, yeah. That one. It had been two years since he last saw that face, and you've been burned into his brain ever since. So now here he was, out in the middle of the sea as his new watch spewed out coordinates for him to follow.

Still in that same red cargo ship he stole two years prior, he sped out into the uncharted waters in pursuit of the woman with the blue skin. and the perfect scales. It was a dark and eery atmosphere as he voyaged forward. The ghostly hue of the moonlight led him forward, serving as his candle in the abyss. The ocean shimmered, each wave highlighted by the fluorescent white as Miles put the engine in reverse and allowed the boat to bob above the water.

He stepped away from the helm of the ship, his heavy-duty boots making a loud thudding sound against the deck as he swung both legs against the railing. He hummed along to the reggaeton music that was blasting through his headphones and took another glance over the sea line. His twin braids swayed gently with the low whistling of the wind, as the cold air kissed every inch of Miles' exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Everything seemed to follow a pattern; the waves would flow and crash against the ship, and the wind would puppeteer his braids. Until there was a familiar deviation in the water.

You darted forward, ducking and weaving between corral, debris, and anything that stood in your way as judgment guided you forward. You passed by the little crabs and gave a couple pats to some adorable Mahi-Mahi before you saw it; the strange shadow you were met with long ago. Your eyes widened with hope and adoration, making no effort to conceal your presence as you breached the surface. "Hey!" You shouted upon seeing the familiar purple glow from some sort of mask. The small white eyes widened, glitching from their regular slits to tiny hearts as you swam closer towards the ship.

"Oh, shit-...Chiquita! ¿Cómo has estado? I missed you!" He shouted, lowering down some sort of boat attached to some ropes that he gestured for you to climb into. You held on to the edge of the smaller wooden boat, lifting yourself up with all your strength as you plopped down onto the rickety oak. He hoisted you up, using all his strength to pull you up on the deck with him. The floor of the ship was freezing cold, floorboards creaking under the added body weight as you flopped on the ground. You lifted yourself up on the palms of your hands, coming face-to-face with the strange 'prowler' once again.

"Where have you been! I've been waiting for you for...for...forever! You said you'd be back!" You shouted, wasting no time as your sopping hands grazed over his exposed arms. His skin was cold to the touch and littered with goosebumps as you attempted to take off his mask, earning a low chuckle from the boy in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, gently moving your hands away from his face as he went to speak. "How often do you think I can boat out to the middle of the ocean? Hmm?" He asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm and slight heartbreak. He really did want to come back sooner, but time has never been a friend of Miles.

"I see you found more jewelry," he commented, gently taking your glimmering hand in his as he examined the diamonds, aquamarine, gold, and blue calcite that decorated your knuckles. You were worth millions...fins or no fins, you had a killer jewel collection that could fund an entire generation's college ride. Miles sat on the floor so he could be at eye level with you, pulling you in his lap as he collapsed his retractable mask. "I got jewels too," he mumbled, before opening his mouth just enough for you to see the shimmery glint of...teeth jewelery?

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you leaned forward to get a good look at his mouth. His sharp canines were covered by a silver outline, while his bottom teeth were lined with what looked like pure diamonds as you ran your fingertips against the smooth metal. "This is...wow," you sighed, admiring the sparkling gems as Miles smirked at your reaction. "This is called a grill," He muttered, closing his jaws before you made an attempt to put your head in his mouth. You nodded, still processing his flashy sense of style as he scanned over your ethereal garments and figure.

"So what y'all be doin' down there? What's it like on the ocean floor?" Miles asked, gently kissing the thenar of your palm as your hand came to caress his face. You thought for a minute, letting the cold wind blow against your frostbit skin. "It's dark...I mean, I have angler fish! But other than the dark, it's very cozy," You shrugged, hands dancing across his black cotton turtle neck. "It's got a lot of cool things, and a lot of coins. Definitely a lot of coins..." You chuckled, feeling the soaked fabric trickle water down the nape of your neck.

"Damn...New York is never dark," Miles laughed. His laugh was cold and hollow, but oddly comforting as he fixed your makeshift 'waist beads' made out of a piece of rope. He took your face in his cold, and rough hands as he admired your perfection. He'd never seen such a pretty girl in his life, and she was miles away out at sea. Your button nose perfectly complimented your full, two-toned lips. Whoever invented that fuckass 'Phi' system was wrong, YOU were the most beautiful girl in the world; with your glimmering scales, flashy gems, and gorgeous eyes.

He wanted to take you back with him and keep you all to himself, so the greed of the world could never reach out and take from you like they took from him. But deep down he knew there wasn't a place for you in his world. He placed a cold, comforting kiss on your collarbone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "C'mon, tell me about what you did while I was gone," Miles chuckled, hoisting you up as he waltzed toward the helm of the ship. He wanted his conscience to narrate his thoughts in your voice, that thick islander accent and velvety tone talking to him about his own moves.

You talked his ear off for hours, sitting pretty on his lap while he learned all about Aycayia culture, what you eat in a day, and how prevalent 'rare' gems are in the deep blue sea. He didn't care that he was soaked from head to toe, or that he was losing feeling in his legs the longer you stayed on his lap. He just wanted to hold you for a little bit longer as you mindlessly fiddled with his silver chain. His hands gently caressed your hair before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small pinkish purple metal 'watch'. "I gotta go, I'm so sorry..." he muttered, attaching it to your wrist as the futuristic bracelet emitted a soft glow.

Your head cocked to the side, trying to make sense of the strange device. "This will show me your coordinates. Don't lose it. I'm gonna bring you with me one day, I promise," He mumbled, holding you as close as possible. The wind sang a song of melancholy, the ocean coming to a still as you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You wanted him to stay, to tell you more stories of his life as 'The Prowler'. You hated the idea of not seeing him for another two years, tears pricking at your waterline as you smushed your cheek against his.

"I really...really love you. Please don't take too long...?" You whispered, the top half of your body hanging off the rim of the ship.

"...I love you too."

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[mjonthetrack]

Chapter 52 – Demon Time, Semi-Finals Edition

The Miami Heat locker room was unusually quiet before tipoff. Cameras rolled from a respectful distance, capturing the focused tension brewing in the air. This wasn’t just any game—it was the semis.

And Jimmy Fatu? He was sitting in his corner, hoodie on, headphones in, legs stretched out with his elbows resting on his knees. His grillz sparkled under the low lights, but his expression was stone cold. That custom “Daddy Fatu” Rolex Kami gifted him peeked out from under the cuff of his sleeve. He adjusted it with slow intent, flexing without flexing. The team noticed. His brother noticed. The media watching live sure as hell noticed.

He hadn’t cracked a smile since the lounge night. Since that box. Since that woman whispered in his ear, “That’s motivation for the semi-finals.” And it was.

They hit the tunnel together—Jimmy and Jey leading the squad out like two juggernauts. The arena exploded. The floor lit up, cameras flashed, and every eye in the building was locked on them.

Courtside—Sefa lounged with a smirk, arms spread across the back of his seat like he owned the whole arena. Chanté sat next to him, her outfit giving wedding-glow baddie, diamond hoops dancing as she leaned over to whisper. And Kami? Kami was sitting front and center, legs crossed, red-bottom boots glinting under the lights, a cropped custom varsity jacket on her shoulders with “00” stitched in Heat red and black. Across her back, “FATU” was spelled out in jet-black crystals.

He hadn’t seen her yet.

Not until after shootaround. Not until he looked up, wiped sweat from his brow, and caught her watching him with that same confident smirk that got his attention months ago.

Boom. Focus snapped. He didn’t nod. Didn’t wink. Just turned toward her, rolled his shoulders back, and cracked his neck like he was about to fight.

And he did.

Game time.

From tipoff, it was demon time. Jimmy moved like a man possessed. First quarter—three steals, six assists, two nastydunks and a corner three that made the opposing bench stand up. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes were saying everything.

The other team tried to press. One player—that player—bumped into Jimmy too hard on a screen. “Where your girl at, Fatu?” he muttered. Jimmy didn’t flinch. Next play? Poster. Straight up jumped over him and banged it in with both hands. The whole crowd lost their mind.

Jey was in his bag too—feeding his brother, matching energy, but everybody knew who the arena came for.

Halftime. Jimmy walked past the announcers’ table, hoodie back up, brushing sweat off his brow. Cameras tried to catch his eye. He didn’t give ‘em nothing.

Third quarter?

It was a massacre. Jimmy pulled up from the logo. Twice. Hit 'em both. He flexed afterward—just a single tap to his chest, a glance toward Kami. Her smile never left. Sefa and Chanté were on their feet yelling.

The fourth? Just showboating. Alley-oop to Jey. Behind-the-back assist. One-legged fade from the free throw line that didn’t even hit rim.

Final buzzer hit, the crowd went nuclear. Miami won by 28. Jimmy Fatu walked off the court a legend.

Back in the locker room?

He finally cracked that grin. Dumb, wide, teeth gleaming. The brothers pounced.

“Bro—what the hell got into you?!” Jey was yelling, slapping him on the back. “You was in your bag bag,” Sefa laughed from the sidelines of the group.

Jimmy just leaned back, peeled off his jersey, sweat glistening on his chest, and grabbed his phone.

One new message. Kami: “Demon time confirmed. Come collect your reward.”

He chuckled low, replying without hesitation: Jimmy: “Be there in 20. Keep that jacket on.”

And just like that?

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Chapter 53 – Demon Time Defined

It had been over twenty minutes since the final buzzer rang out and the arena was still buzzing with post-game excitement. The Miami Heat locker room was swarmed by press, fans, and lingering staff—everyone trying to get a word, a photo, a piece of the Fatu twins. But Jimmy? He hadn’t come out yet.

Kami stood by the private hallway entrance, her silk jersey dress now layered with one of Jimmy’s oversized varsity jackets. She assumed he’d gotten caught up doing interviews or cooling down post-game—but something wasn’t sitting right. Her gut stirred.

She told Sefa and Chanté she’d be right back and slipped past security with ease, familiar enough now to walk through undetected. As she turned the corner into the hallway leading toward the players' rooms, her feet halted. Her breath caught.

There. One of the most infamous basketball groupies—known league-wide for targeting whoever was hot that season—was all over Jimmy.

Her glossy manicured hand was wrapped over the front of his compression pants, her face pressed into his neck, lips brushing skin. He wasn’t touching her, but he didn’t look shocked either—frozen mid-motion, like his brain hadn’t caught up yet.

Kami didn’t speak. Didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene.

She just... stopped. Watched. Felt her heart slam into her stomach.

Then Jey, Sefa, and Chanté appeared from the opposite hall and caught it too. Chanté gasped. “What the fuck—?”

But Kami was already walking off. She peeled Jimmy’s jersey off her body mid-step, tossed it in the trash by the exit without a glance, and disappeared down the tunnel before anyone could call her name.

An Hour Later Back at her villa, she’d turned her phone off airplane mode only to have her notifications explode.

Text after text. Tag after tag.

Girl Jimmy Fatu just lost his DAMN mind on national television!!! NOT HIM DRAGGING THAT GROUPIE LIKE A RAGDOLL?! He said what he said—AND MEANT IT! Y’all... he just ended her influencer career LIVE.

Kami’s brows furrowed as she tapped into the viral clip already trending across every platform.

“DON’T EVER PUT ME IN A POSITION LIKE THAT AGAIN,” Jimmy’s voice thundered through the mic, his face red, eyes blazing with fury. “She put her hands on me. Ain’t no consent, ain’t no invitation—get that shit straight. I’ve got one woman I think about and it sure as hell ain’t her. Y’all can miss me with that.”

He glared dead into the camera lens before walking off, shoving the mic into the reporter’s chest. Behind him, Sefa and Jey could be heard saying “Dumb bitch picked the wrong one today,” and “He only seein’ one girl, don’t get it twisted.”

Jimmy’s name was trending. So was the clip. So was #OneWomanOnly.

The internet was cooked.

The Next Day – 7PM Kami was dressed to kill, attending a massive launch party for her company’s newest beauty line. Paparazzi were out front, influencers and celebs swarming inside, her name on every gift bag and LED screen.

But her mood? Cold. Quiet.

She hadn’t addressed the drama. Not once. No tweets. No captions. No interviews. Not even a text to Jimmy.

Until the private courtyard doors opened mid-event, and he walked in.

No warning. No RSVP. Just Jimmy, fine as hell in all black with diamond earrings catching the light, his chain hanging heavy with her name etched in it. The crowd parted for him like Moses with the sea.

He found her.

Took long strides across the garden space where she was talking to a buyer. She turned and their eyes locked—no time to hide the flicker in her chest.

He didn’t give her the chance to run this time. He leaned in, his voice low but serious, close to her ear:

“I ain’t even say thank you for the watch.”

Her breath hitched.

“I got something better than diamonds. Watch this.”

And before she could speak, he turned to the nearest camera crew and pulled her in by the waist, speaking to the press:

“Let me make this real clear—so there’s no confusion.” “She the only one I’m with. The only one I want.” “Y’all saw me show out on the court? That was her energy.” “And I’m not letting another lame, groupie, or rumor get in the way.”

Then he kissed her. On the red carpet. Full lips, full grip, full claim.

The flashes exploded. The crowd screamed. Her event went from launch party to moment of the year in seconds.

Socials that night:

@NBAInsider: “Jimmy Fatu went demon mode on AND off the court this week—who else trending this hard with both hands tied?!”

@KamiNation: “Sis said silence is a language—Jimmy Fatu said let me speak for both of us.”

@PopCultureFeed: “From court-side cuddles to red carpet kisses, Kami and Jimmy got the whole internet in a chokehold. #FatuEra”

——————

Chapter 54: Baddies Brunch & Blue Flame

The brunch was already too much.

Everywhere the eye could see—it was lace fronts laid to perfection, designer heels stabbing through imported marble, lashes fluttering under diamond-encrusted sunglasses. The sun kissed every curve, every glass of mimosa, every filterless selfie being snapped up for millions of followers.

And then there was Kami, walking in like she owned the goddamn sky.

Savage x Fenty clung to her like a second skin—an olive silk mini with a dangerously low back and thigh-high Christian Louboutin boots that screamed problem. She was bare-faced save for glossy lips, locs long and thick down her back, sunglasses low on the bridge of her nose as she walked past flashing cameras and whispered gasps.

Cardi B herself greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and a cackle. “Damn, bitch! You came to take souls, huh?”

Kami just smiled. “I’m minding the business that minds me.”

She wasn’t ready to speak on Jimmy. Her heart was still catching up to what the hell he had done last night—making a scene, going viral, going feral—all because of her. She hadn't said a word publicly yet, hadn’t reposted anything, hadn’t called him. Not because she didn’t feel it. But because she did. Too much.

So instead, she threw ass.

Between Meg, JT, and Cardi, Kami was mid-twerk, double cheeked up, red cup in hand, when it happened.

The energy shifted like a gut punch.

Hair—snatched.

The music stuttered, mimosas froze in mid-air, and all eyes turned.

Tasha.

That raggedy-ass, matted lace, late-for-the-club groupie had somehow slithered into the brunch, uninvited, and had the audacity to grab Kami by the ponytail.

Tried to drag her. Emphasis on tried.

Kami didn’t move much. Just two steps back—heels planted like roots in concrete.

Then… a pause.

A blink.

She turned her head slow, caught Tasha’s eyes with a venomous stare, and said just loud enough for Cardi to hear, “Sorry, friend…”

SLAP.

CRACK.

It echoed louder than the DJ’s bass.

Tasha spun from the force, stumbling back into a tray of shrimp and grits, knocking champagne flutes over. The cameras—rolling. The entire brunch was live across TikTok, Instagram, and YouTube. There was no delay. No editing.

Just pure, televised hands.

Kami’s voice was calm but dangerous.

“I ain’t about to bark at a bitch who don’t bite. Catch me outside, stupid hoe. I got something for your ass.”

Security swarmed. Tasha was dragged out, screaming nonsense, but the damage was done. Phones were flying, people screaming, Twitter imploding.

Meanwhile…

Across town, at Jimmy’s house, Jey, Solo, Sefa, and Chanté were watching the brunch stream, plates of wings on the table, the game muted on the screen.

Then the slap hit.

“DAMN!!” Jey nearly choked on a drumstick.

Solo leaned forward with his eyes wide. “Yo—she just rocked her shit on camera.”

Sefa was standing now, palms on his head. “Y’all told me she was spicy but GOT DAMN—”

Jimmy had been quiet, hoodie low, jaw tight. But at that slap?

He sat up straight, licking his lips slow like she’d just hit a three-pointer with two seconds on the clock. “That’s my girl,” he muttered.

Chanté gaped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Yo… y’all ain’t tell me she had hands-hands.”

Jey was already pulling his phone out. “Bro—this is EVERYWHERE. ESPN, TMZ, The Shade Room, Sportscenter, hell—Jimmy, you better lock it down.Somebody like that don’t come around twice.”

The group chat was in shambles.

#KamiTheK.OQueen was trending #1.

Memes flying. Screenshots of Jimmy’s viral game dunk layered with Kami’s slap freeze-frame.

“If your man not ballin like Jimmy and your girl not swingin like Kami, y’all not in love.”

And Kami?

Back in the sprinter, glass of champagne in hand, Cardi grinning beside her, Meg hyping her up, she finally checked her phone.

Hundreds of texts.

One stood out:

JIMMY: My turn. Tell the city to stay up. I’m comin.

————

Chapter 55: “Tap In or Tap Out”

The cameras were still rolling as Kami made her way out of the Baddies Brunch, her heels clacking smooth like percussion against the marble as she laughed with Cardi and Meg one last time, her body glistening in the South Beach sun, lips glossy, attitude sharp.

"Y’all be safe, I’ll call you later!" she called back, wrapping a manicured hand around her iced-out purse.

But the second those doors slid shut behind her, the atmosphere shifted. A hush. Then chaos.

Tasha.

Lurking by the valet, hair slicked down, pressed in a cheap fashion nova two-piece she had no business wearing. She pounced—tried to catch Kami off guard. Pressed a palm right to her face, talking reckless, "Ain’t shit cute about being a side chick, bitch—"

Mistake.

Kami blinked once.

“Oh, aight.”

She didn’t scream. She didn’t curse. She just grabbed that girl by the root of her closure, spun her around and mushed her whole face into the hood of the nearest Rolls Royce.

That’s when the dog walking commenced.

Live-streams caught everything. Tasha’s acrylics flying. Kami’s ponytail never even budged. Like she’d trained for this. Precision. Power. Classy but deadly. She was yelling through gritted teeth while snatching that girl’s soul in 4K.

“You tried me on cam, now I’ma make you a fuckin’ meme. Don’t play with me, hoe!”

Across Town – Jimmy’s Place

The room was silent.

TV screen lit up like a movie premiere. The stream was LIVE. Chanté’s jaw was on the floor. Deon whispered “God damn” under his breath. Jey’s brows shot to his hairline. Sefa leaned forward like he was courtside at the finals.

But Jimmy?

He was standing. Remote dangling from his hand. Grillz gleaming.

“Nah… Naaaaaah.”

She was handling that girl like she was born in a fight camp. His blood was boiling—not at Kami—but at Tasha. At the stunt. The gall. The embarrassment she tried to cause.

“That’s why I told y’all,” Jimmy muttered, heat rising. “That’s why I ain’t ever letting no bird get close again. She touched the wrong one.”

Jey shook his head. “Bro… she done broke the internet.”

Sefa: “She took her outta the camera frame and brought her back in just to finish her off. I seen dudes in the league foldbefore it got like that.”

Deon: “Ay bruh. I’m scared of her now.”

Online

Twitter. Instagram. TikTok. Threads.

#KamiKO #BaddieBeatdown #JimmyFatu’sWoman

Clips of the fight hitting 5 million in under an hour. Freeze frames of Kami mushing Tasha like a linebacker. Memes. GIFs. Celebs reacting. Even Cardi tweeted: “Don’t ever test a baddie who minds her business, Tasha just found out the hard way.”

Back at the Villa

Kami finally saw her phone lighting up—dozens of missed texts. Mentions blowing up. Even a text from Rihanna with a laughing emoji and “send me the clip, bitch!”

She sighed, fingers hovering. Her chest still throbbed from the adrenaline. From Jimmy.

And just when she set her phone down, her buzzer rang. And her entire body froze.

He pulled up.

—————

Chapter 56: The Blaze

The echo of chaos hadn’t even cooled down yet. Kami’s phone was still blowing up, hashtags spiraling out of control—#KamiVsTasha, #DogWalkedOnLive, #FatuWatchYourGirl, #SlapHeardRoundTheWorld. She was back at her Miami villa, barefoot, silk robe barely clinging to her curves, pacing the marble floor while Cardi, Meg, and half the damn internet was reposting the knockout of the decade.

But Jimmy? Jimmy wasn’t laughing.

He was pissed.

At his place, the whole Fatu crew and extended fam was piled on the massive sectional. Sefa had paused the frame mid-slap. Jey had rewound it three times. Chanté and her man Deon were wide-eyed, mouths open as Kami’s palm connected with Tasha’s face like thunder. Jimmy sat on the edge of the couch, grillz clenched, his fists balled.

“She really had to handle it herself?” he muttered, jaw ticking.

“Nah ‘Uso,” Sefa said, “you need to go handle that. Now.”

Jimmy didn’t say a word. He just stood up, grabbed his chain, hoodie, keys—and disappeared out the door like a silent storm.

Kami’s Villa

The knock on the door made her freeze. She wasn’t expecting anyone—not after all that heat. But something told her exactly who it was. She opened the door slowly, eyes widening when Jimmy stood there in all black, hoodie low, chains glinting under the porch light.

“You good?” he asked, his voice gravel but thick with emotion.

She blinked. “You saw it?”

“Saw it? Girl, I watched you turn a brunch into WrestleMania with acrylics.”

She exhaled, trying to laugh, but he stepped closer.

“I didn’t like that you had to do that alone. I should’ve been there.”

“You didn’t know,” she said softly.

“Nah. That ain’t the point. I should’ve known.” His hand reached up, brushed her jaw. “You mine or what?”

Kami paused. “You telling or asking?”

He smirked, leaning in. “I’m about to make it known, so don’t play dumb.”

Before she could respond, he kissed her—deep, slow, like he had all night to remind her who the hell she was walking out brunches for.

But he pulled back just as her knees started to wobble.

“Put on something fly,” he said. “Got somewhere to be.”

Later that Night — LIV Miami, Invite-Only

The whole city was buzzing. Rumors had been flying since Kami's brunch showdown, but no one expected this.

She stepped out of the matte black Cullinan, red carpet rolled out, paparazzi flashes painting her skin like strobes. She looked lethal—a red velvet body-hugging gown with diamond accents, her hair slicked back, face beat like she came to kill.

Jimmy stepped out after her, sharp black-on-black suit, his signature “00” chain hanging like a claim. Cameras swarmed. They looked like power, sex, and vengeance reincarnated.

Reporters scrambled.

“Jimmy, is this your way of claiming Kami after the viral slap?”

He just smirked, hand on her lower back. “Nah. That’s my woman. Ain’t nothing to claim that ain’t already mine.”

Inside the club, the DJ stopped the music. A spotlight hit the stage. And then—boom.

A massive velvet-draped box was rolled out on stage.

Gasps.

Jimmy took the mic, voice rumbling across the crowd. “Y’all gave her enough chaos today. I’m here to give her flowers.”

The curtain dropped—a custom Rolls-Royce Dawn, painted in champagne pearl, interior stitched in black and gold with her initials on the headrests, and her name engraved in the doors.

“Courtesy of Daddy Fatu,” he said, throwing his grillz into a grin.

The crowd lost it.

Socials? Imploded. #KamiFatu, #RollsOutTheHaters, #DaddyFatuOwnedTonight, trending in every country.

Back inside the car, she looked at him, heart thumping.

“Just had to remind them?” she teased.

“Nah,” he leaned closer, breath tickling her ear. “Just had to remind you.”

As the crowd roared and the champagne-colored Rolls sat gleaming under the lights like the damn second sun, Kami turned—eyes shining—and jumped into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms tight around his neck, and Jimmy caught her like it was nothing, lifting her up with ease. The cameras were catching every second of it, the gasps from the crowd feeding the moment.

She pulled back slightly, her nose brushing his. “Jimmy…” she whispered, voice thick. “Thank you.”

His arms flexed around her. “Ain’t done, ma.”

He lowered her slowly, making sure she was steady on her Louboutins before turning back to the mic. The room fell deadsilent again.

Jimmy’s face turned serious. His voice dropped two octaves as he looked directly into the flashing sea of cameras.

“This the last time I’m saying it for free—anybody who got somethin’ to say or tryna come for her?” He pointed a thick, tattooed finger straight at the crowd, tone lethal. “Try it. Next time, I’m not talking. You will see what that look like.”

The silence cracked—gasps, screams, phones flying to capture everything.

“She the one I want,” he continued, eyes sliding back to Kami like she was oxygen. “And the next one who breathe wrong on her? You won’t be able to tweet about it after.”

The crowd exploded.

Chanté was in the VIP crying and fanning herself. Jey screamed, “Yessir!” while Sefa threw his damn drink in the air and started a slow clap. Deon had his arm around Chanté, just shaking his head like, that boy dangerous.

The internet? Melted down in real-time.

#FatuThreat, #RollsOutTheHaters, #ThisIsDemonTime, and #SheTheOneIWant all shot up to trending worldwide within the hour.

Back in the Rolls, with the doors closed and the noise dimmed, Kami stared at him, eyes wide, lip trembling.

“You really mean that?” she asked.

Jimmy grinned, slow and deadly. “I don’t do fake, baby.”

She climbed into his lap like she’d just figured out gravity was optional around him, and the rest of the night?

The city was watching.

And so was the world.

———-

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Gold grillz have long been a symbol of luxury, status, and individuality in hip-hop culture and beyond. These removable dental accessories, often encrusted with diamonds or designed in intricate patterns, are more than just flashy accessories—they represent a bold fashion statement. Whether you're a fan of classic gold designs or modern customized pieces, gold grillz continue to evolve as a trendsetting form of self-expression.

In this guide, we’ll explore the history, types, customization options, and care tips for gold grillz, helping you decide if this iconic jewelry is right for you.

The History of Gold Grillz

Ancient Origins

Believe it or not, gold grillz aren’t a modern invention. The concept of adorning teeth with gold dates back thousands of years. Ancient Mayans and Etruscans used gold and precious stones to decorate their teeth, often as a sign of wealth or spiritual significance.

Rise in Hip-Hop Culture

The modern popularity of gold grillz can be traced back to the 1980s hip-hop scene. Artists like Flavor Flav and Big Daddy Kane brought them into the mainstream, but it was rappers like Nelly, Paul Wall, and Lil Wayne in the 2000s who turned them into a cultural phenomenon. Today, celebrities like Rihanna, Travis Scott, and Post Malone continue to embrace the trend.

Types of Gold Grillz

1. Permanent vs. Removable

Permanent grillz are bonded to the teeth like dental crowns, offering a long-term solution.

Removable grillz are the most popular choice, allowing wearers to put them on and take them off as desired.

2. Material Options

Solid Gold Grillz – The most luxurious and durable option, available in 10K, 14K, 18K, or even 24K gold.

Gold-Plated Grillz – A more affordable alternative, featuring a base metal coated in a thin layer of gold.

Diamond-Encrusted Grillz – For those who want extra bling, diamonds or other gemstones can be added.

3. Custom vs. Pre-Made

Custom grillz are molded to fit your teeth perfectly, ensuring comfort and a unique look.

Pre-made grillz are cheaper but may not fit as securely.

How to Get Your Own Gold Grillz

Step 1: Find a Reputable Jeweler

Not all jewelers specialize in gold grillz, so look for one with experience in dental jewelry. Many hip-hop artists collaborate with famous jewelers like Johnny Dang or Pristine Jewelers.

Step 2: Choose Your Design

Decide on:

Gold purity (10K, 14K, 18K, etc.)

Style (full set, single tooth, bottom or top teeth only)

Additional details (engravings, diamonds, gemstones)

Step 3: Get a Dental Impression

A proper fit is crucial for comfort. Some jewelers offer at-home impression kits, but visiting a professional ensures accuracy.

Step 4: Wait for Your Grillz to Be Crafted

Custom gold grillz can take anywhere from a few days to a few weeks, depending on complexity.

How to Wear and Style Gold Grillz

Casual Looks

Pair your gold grillz with streetwear—think oversized hoodies, chains, and sneakers for a classic hip-hop vibe.

High-Fashion Statements

Celebrities like Rihanna have styled grillz with haute couture, proving they can be both edgy and elegant.

Matching with Other Jewelry

Coordinate your grillz with gold chains, rings, and watches for a cohesive blinged-out look.

Caring for Your Gold Grillz

Cleaning Tips

Use a soft toothbrush and mild soap to clean your grillz.

Avoid harsh chemicals that can damage the gold or gemstones.

Remove them before eating to prevent food particles from getting stuck.

Storage

Keep your gold grillz in a protective case when not in use to avoid scratches or damage.

Maintenance

Over time, gold can tarnish. Regular polishing by a jeweler will keep them shining like new.

Are Gold Grillz Safe?

Potential Risks

Tooth damage – Poorly fitted grillz can cause enamel erosion or gum irritation.

Allergic reactions – Some people may react to certain metals. Always opt for high-quality gold.

Bacterial buildup – Not cleaning grillz properly can lead to oral health issues.

Safety Tips

Only wear grillz for short periods.

Ensure they fit properly to avoid discomfort.

Maintain good oral hygiene to prevent infections.

The Future of Gold Grillz

As fashion continues to evolve, so do gold grillz. We’re seeing:

High-tech designs with LED lights or smart features.

Sustainable options using recycled gold.

More gender-neutral styles, appealing to a broader audience.

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