#odell beckham jr smut

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He got game 3.

Sasha - fast ass shorty with the pretty curls

"Odell." A sweet, sultry voice calls out from the stairwell.

Jay leans over and kisses his teeth. "Ya lil groupie lookin' for you."

Odell smirks, already knowing who it is. "Shorty been on me for a week. I told her she'd have to beg for it, but I ain't think she would take me up on the opportunity."

"You're such a fuckin' hoe, you know that?" Sean says, shaking his head.

"And don't even start rippin' on me, cause while your stupid ass was out messin' with Lexi, ol girl gave me the business."

"Who's 'ol girl'?"

"Sabrina." He says with a wink.

"Hm... so that just leaves our sad ass friend, here." Odell sympathetically pats Jay on the back.

"What about you tellin' Hunter how much you like her, you dick."

"She still ain't takin' me seriously—"

"You surely are helping your case, might I add." Jay quips.

"Shut the fuck up, man. Where's your girlfriend?"

"You sad you ain't gettin' none?" Sean chimes in.

"No, cause unlike y'all, I'm not a whore. Y'all gon catch somethin' at the same time." He pushes past them and heads down the hall.

"Well, it's time to give shorty what she wants." He rubs his hands together.

"Class starts in five minutes, bro." Sean says, pulling his bag over his shoulder.

"Since when have I ever given a fuck?" Leaving his bag on the floor, he daps Sean up and heads for the stairs.

Before his foot hits the bottom step, Sasha grabs his hand and pulls him into the corner.

"You done playin' with me?" She bites down on her glossed bottom lip.

"Mhm... you want this dick, now?"

"You wanna give it to me, now?" She slides her hands into his sweats.

"Shit. You just wait til this bell ring, I'm tearin yo ass up." She squeals, pulling him in for a kiss that sends chills through him.

The next three minutes, Sasha teasingly rubs her hand up under his sweatshirt, grazing her coffin shaped nails against his chest.

"Why'd you tease me for so long?" She asks, grabbing his hand to press it against her bare ass, underneath her mini skirt.

The bell rings and everybody clears off the stairs, heading to their classes or their cars, leaving the pair alone.

"Come with me."

Leading her down the stairs a bit, they stop near the middle, where a vacant classroom sits. He opens the door and pulls her inside, closing the door quietly behind himself.

"Bend over the desk." Pressing her flush against the cool surface, he grunts at the sight of her plump ass and wet pussy.

Not wasting an ounce of time, he pushes his sweats down and rubs himself against her wet center, eliciting a soft purr from her.

Sliding into her, he bottoms out and she tightens around him with an airy moan. "Fuck..."

"Ease up or this'll be over quick." He grunts, feeling her loosen up, so he can begin driving into her at a rough enough pace to make the desk lightly scrape against the floor.

"Unh!" Gripping her curls in his hand, he speeds up, making her grip the edge of the desk with both hands.

"Tight ass pussy," she moans in response, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from being too loud.

"How does it feel?" He pulls her up somewhat, her hands now flat on the surface.

"Mm!" She whimpers, feeling him hit her spot.

"Tell me, babygirl." He releases her hair and grips the back of her neck.

"It feels so good!" She screeches, letting her head fall forward.

"Squeeze that pussy, baby.." she tightens back around him, while he digs deeper into her, causing her eyes to roll back.

"Fuck," he growls into her ear, "some of the best pussy I've ever had."

A smile spreads across her lips. "Shut up— fuck me!"

Pushing her back against the desk, he drills into her like a madman. Her moans heighten in volume, beyond her control.

"Fuuuck!" She whines, reaching back to push him away once the pit of her stomach starts to burn.

"Take this dick." He pushes her hand away, continuing his sweet torture on her body.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum— oh shit! Ohhh shiiiiit!" Her legs begin to shake as her orgasm washes over her, making her body feels like it's on fire.

In the midst of her high, she clamps down on him, bringing him closer to his own nut.

"You gon' suck the nut out this dick?" His hands finds her hair, again.

"Yes, daddy." Pulling out of her, he pulls her upright and brings her to her knees in front of him, watching as she wraps her lips around his wet dick, bobbing her head quickly.

"Shit... just like that." He tosses his head back, feeling it grow closer.

She wraps her lips around his flushed head and sucks, fervently, causing his mouth to hang open.

"Fuck... ima nut all in that pretty mouth." She grazes her nails against his leg and he twitches between her lips.

"I'm cummin'," his eyes shut, tightly as he releases down her throat, which she gladly swallows.

"Fuckin' nasty ass." He smirks, helping her up from the floor, pulling her skirt back down over her ass, all while pulling his own sweats back up.

She giggles and smooths her hand over her messy curls. "Thanks for the dick, asshole."

"Anytime, brat."

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He Got Game.

Devin - shorty with the snake tattoo and bad ass attitude.

 

"Who's shorty?" Odell asks one of his boys, Jay.

"Who?" He asks, staring around, cluelessly.

"Over there, with the green hoodie on." He grabs the back of his neck and points to her.

"Oh! That's Devin, man."

"Damn, she bad as hell."

"She'd cut yo ass up." His other friend, Sean, says.

"Fuck that mean? These girls flock to a young nigga!" Odell pats his chest for emphasis.

"Unfortunately, cause nobody else is available." Jay adds with an obnoxious snort.

"When's the last time you got some pussy?" He asks Jay, who's laughter slowly dies down.

"Exactly. Besides, who said I wanted to fuck her?" Both Jay and Sean throw balled up napkins at him.

"Shut your stupid ass up. You and I both know that's your motive— your only motive. Like I said, she'd cut your ass up." Sean reiterates.

"She a lil rough one, huh?" Odell asks, licking his lips.

"Mhm, her lil heavy handed ass."

"Don't say nun'. Let ol' rookie get smacked up."

"Rookie? You must be out ya body. She can't be that bad—"

"She hard body. This ain't like them lil hoes you be fuckin' wit. Shorty different." Sean shakes his head at Odell's pig headed behavior.

"Facts. Quit actin' like you can handle her, cause ya can't." Jay adds, patting his shoulder for emphasis.

"Both of y'all can kiss my ass crack. I ain't gon say nun' else, ima just show y'all how I do— cause, I always get them drawls." His wicked smirk comes out to play.

"Lord please forgive him." Jay looks up towards the ceiling with his hands clasped together.

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Spotting Devin walking down the sidewalk, Odell decides to make his move.

Swiftly catching up to her, he gently grabs her wrist to catch her attention. She turns in his direction, as well as her friends whose eyes grow wide.

"Excuse me, beautiful. Can I holla at you for a minute?" She raises an eyebrow and looks down at his hand still wrapped around her wrist, before looking back up at him.

"You can start by removing your hand from me." She yanks and he releases her with a soft chuckle.

"I'm Odell—"

"Mmhm. I know who you are." She looks in her friends' direction and nods her head. They snicker and slowly head towards a bench, not too far away.

"Whatchu want lover boy?" She crosses her arms over her chest, watching him stuff his hands in his jacket pockets.

"I saw you earlier and couldn't pass up the opportunity to—"

"—spit game? I'm not interested." She starts to walk away, but he blocks her path.

"You ain't even give me a fair shot, shorty." She sighs.

"I'm not your shorty. I have a name."

"You ain't even told me what it was, though." He smirks.

"It's Devin."

"You got a boy name." He chuckles.

"I got boy hands, too. You wanna feel 'em?" She squints at him.

"These lil ass hands," he grabs her right hand and holds it up, laughing to himself, "you ain't doin' no damage."

Yanking away from him again, she slaps his arm. He flinches, but quickly recovers. She smirks.

"I play ball, baby. It's gon take a whole lot more than a slap to hurt me."

"Oh, you want it to hurt? I can make that happen."

He steps closer to her.

"Nothin' but space and opportunity."

"Name a time and a place."

"How bout this," his minty breathes invades her nostrils, delighting her. "You come to the crib after school. I can show you that I'm really not that bad."

"You ain't slick. But, since I have nothing else to do— I'll entertain you. Take my number down."

Not even bothering to hide his excitement, he whips his phone out and eagerly types those ten digits into the contact log, locking her in.

She laughs, before turning on her heels to walk away. Odell notices the sudden switch in her hips and chuckles to himself.

"Well, well..... well. We watched and I can honestly say this with a straight face." Sean steps in front of Odell and lays his hand on his shoulder. "You're a semi-alive man."

Jay snickers, listening to the teeth-sucking noise leave Odell. "Get off me." He pushes Sean back and holds his phone up, showing both of them her contact. "Not only that, but she's comin' over after school. So much for ya lil hard body."

"We saw her smack you. You flinched, you big dummy." Jay laughs, slapping Odell himself.

"I'm not a brick wall, dingus. Of course I flinched. It ain't kill me, though." He pulls his toboggan off and tosses it at him.

"Fix that shit on your head and maybe somebody'll give you some pussy." Odell spats, before turning to Sean.

"And you, you big bitch. Your girl is gonna be putty in my hands by four o'clock. I won't even bet you on it, cause this is what I do."

With that, he walks down the sidewalk to his car.

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The doorbell rings once, sending him coolly striding towards the door. He opens it up and moves to the side to let her in, taking in her changed wardrobe.

Her green hoodie and jeans are now a black belly shirt and matching shorts, along with adidas slides, showing off her golden anklet and baby pink toes.

"You done eye-fuckin' me?" He slowly drags his eyes up to her face, chuckling at the slight annoyance etched on it.

"I'm just lookin'. Ain't no harm in that, is there?" He walks into the living room and plops down on the couch, watching her stand in the same spot.

"Mm." She walks towards the couch and does the same, draping one arm across the side of the couch and placing the other underneath her chin.

"The change of clothes makes me think that you want me to look at you. I could be wrong—"

"You are. A girl can't be comfortable?"

"I ain't say that. I'm saying you coulda been comfortable in anything. Leggings, sweats, a crewneck. Strollin' in here lookin' like Dick Appointment 101. It's some natural shit to assume--"

"Fuckin' with me, you don't assume shit. ¿Claro?"

"Que sí, mama."

She cut her eyes at him, snatching up the remote. She wanted nothing more than to claw that smug look off his face.

Underneath the irritation...she was impressed. Never in a million years would she vocalize it, though.

"We not watching no fuckin' ESPN," she said flipping through the channels until she found something worth watching.

He put his hands up in mock surrender. "I ain't trippin', shorty."

She settled on Jamie Foxx reruns. They fell into a comfortable silence, only punctuated by their shared laughter. Stealing quick glances to her face he thought, 'Damn she got a pretty smile with her mean ass.'

About an hour into the marathon, she allowed herself to get comfortable, leaning back into the couch cushions and slipping off her shoes to fold her legs. Odell's arm casually snaked its way across the back of the couch. He half expected her to physically remove it. She simply carried on watching the show as if she didn't notice.

"Where's your bathroom, pretty boy?"

"Down the hall, second door on the right." She excuses herself, following his directions.

After washing her hands, she checked her phone to see a text from her best friend, Charli.

Charli👸✨: Yoooo. Where you at? Tryna hit the mall and catch this Vicky Secrets sale.

Did she really want to tell her friend who she was with? She decided why not. She's grown.

Devvy Dev❤: Kickin it at Odell's house. We'll link later.

Charli👸✨: Kickin it at who house👀??? Fuck you doing over there?

Devvy Dev❤: Ain't have shit better to do

Charli👸✨: I thought he wasn't shit but a cocky under grown dickhead

Devvy Dev❤: He is...

Charli👸✨: Mmm. Him in them gray sweats the other day got you reconsidering, huh sis😜?

Devvy Dev❤: Bye Charli😑😑😑

She locked her phone and returned to her spot on the sofa.

"Thought you bailed out the window or some shit," he chuckled.

"If I wanted to dip, I woulda done it, playboy."

He snickered, mumbling something under his breath.

"Speak the fuck up."

"Keep on, and imma put something in that smart ass mouth," he spoke up, staring her dead in the face.

"Boy, you ain't gon do a muthafuckin' thing except keep flappin' ya gums like you been doing."

By this time she'd gotten up from her seat, talking with her hands.

"Wanna bet, baby girl?" He mimicked her stance, standing inches away from her face.

"Yo back the fuck up!" She mushed him in his forehead.

"Do that shit again..." before her hand can even come towards him, his thick fingers wrap around her wrist, pulling her closer towards his face.

Moving backwards now, he stares down at her, watching the amusement in her eyes grow. Her back hits the wall, roughly while his hands plant themselves on either side of her head.

"You think I'm playin' with you, huh?" He asks, as she cocks her head to the side, silently egging him on.

"Actions speak louder than words, yet.... you're still talking." As soon as "talking' leaves her mouth, his lips smash against hers, in a heated hurry to shut her up and feel how soft her lips are.

 Her fingers find the front of his shirt, wrinkling it with how tight she's gripping it. His tongue invades hers, turning her on. Her restraint starts to slip.

She begins pushing him away, trying to regain her attitude, which is now clouded with all the positions she wants him to put her in.

Catching on to her becoming putty, he moves his lips towards her neck, gliding his tongue over various spots, in search for the one that makes her weak.

Hearing the hitch in her breath as his tongue runs up the left side of her neck, lightly grazing his teeth against her skin, he smirks to himself.

"You done fightin' me?" He brings his face back up to hers, staring right into her eyes. They still hold a fire, but most of it diminished from his lips, alone.

She doesn't verbally respond, but the way that her fingers are back, clutching the collar of his shirt, he knows the answer.

He picks her up and heads down the hall, into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed, he tosses her onto the bed and pulls his shirt off, immediately pushing his sweats down next.

He hovers over her and pushes the bottom of her shirt up, revealing her petite breasts. His tongue returns to her skin, running circles around her sensitive areolas.

A moan slips from her mouth, while her hands cradle his head. His mouth encloses around her nipple, pulling another moan from her, this time much louder.

"Stop teasing me." Lust carries every word, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. He grunts against her, before sliding down to remove her shorts, revealing her pink lacies from Victoria Secret.

Spreading her legs, his eyes light up at the sight of the middle of her panties dampening by the second. He licks his lips and pulls them to the side, inhaling her arousal.

His mouth attaches to her wetness, quickly working her up. Her hands grope her own flesh, before sliding up into her hair, all while biting the hell outta her lip.

Her legs drape over his neck, pulling him closer by her heels. His tongue grazes over a certain spot, sending her back bending upward.

"Fuck!" Every lick after that makes her jolt and screw her eyes shut. Her hands find his shoulders, lightly imprinting his skin.

He moans against her, sending vibrations through her clit. She wines her hips against his face, becoming a little more vocal.

"Fuuuuuck.... you gonna slurp this honey, baby?" In response, he shakes his head from side to side, causing her head to hit the pillows and her toes to curl.

"Ohhh fuck!" Her pouty bottom lip gets pulled between her teeth, as she grinds herself through her first orgasm, silently wishing it would stay a second longer.

She sits up and attacks his lips, while his heavy hand blindly searches for the rubber in his dresser drawer. She pushes his boxers down with her feet, before grinding her wet core against his bare length.

"As much as I'd love to raw dog you, I need to put this on." He grumbles against lips, making her pout.

Quickly putting the condom on, he sinks into her warmth and grunts, heavily. "God damn, baby."

"Ugh, I feel it in my stomach." Her hand rests on his hip, feeling him start to grind in and out of her. Her moans flow through the room, causing a smile to break out on his lips.

The look in her eyes shift as he begins hitting her spot. Her hand pushes at his waist, seizing up at the feeling.

"Oh my God, Odell!" He takes her hand into his own, planting kisses on the back of it, continuously slamming into her spot.

"You're s-such a fucking— ah!" Her back arches away from the bed.

"I'm such a what, babygirl? Finish that fuckin' sentence."

"Sssss.... such a fucking asshole— don't stop!"

"I ain't stoppin' baby. Cum on this dick."

Every time they collide, her peak grows closer. Her nails dig into his back, as he rolls his hips into hers, hitting spots she never knew about.

"Shhhiiiittt!" Her body begins trembling from head to toe, signaling the beginning of her second orgasm.

He leans down and sucks on her neck, making her clench around him. Her nails leave behind scratches with every heavy thrust.

"Unh! Okay.... okay!" Both hands push at his waist, trying to get him to stop. Squeezing her walls around him, only makes him growl in her ear.

"I can't— I c-can't!" She pushes him back and palms her vagina, breathing harshly. Her body jerks from the slight overstimulation.

He flips her over, removes her panties and pushes the middle of her back down. She pushes her ass up in the air, making him bite down on his lip.

Sliding behind her, he spreads her legs and glides back into her, rubbing up against her spot, again.

"What happened to all that attitude, huh?" He begins pumping heavily into her, causing her to fist the sheets.

"Huh? You still holdin' it in?"

"No! Fuck me!" She reaches back with one hand, pulling him closer to her. He grinds into her, sending her eyes to the back of her head.

"What's my name?"

"Mmm, Odell.... oh my God!" He speeds back up, causing her to squeeze around him.

"Just like that— fuuuuck!" He wraps an arm around her chest, bringing back on him quicker, causing her to scream out.

"Ah! That's my spot, babyyyy!"

"Baby, huh?" He mumbles against her ear.

"Fuck you." She grits through her teeth, feeling her final peak creeping up.

"That's what you're doing, babygirl." Her nails dig into his arm and leg. Her head is permanently thrown back onto his shoulder as she explodes loudly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck...... oh my God, yes! Mmmm.." Odell cumming not too far behind her, ends their heated connection and disposes of the condom.

Devin pulls her panties back and pushes her top back down, smirking at a lazy Odell.

"Wanna order a pizza?" He asks, pulling his clothes back on.

"Sure." She runs her hand through her hair, making her tattoo visible for the second time.

"Cool. We can talk about this." He pokes her left wrist.

"What if I don't wanna tell you?"

"Then, I'll just break ya back, again."

Hehe... I love revisiting old stories. Enjoy!

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You've been missed.

Odell Beckham Jr as Ryan

"I shouldn't even be calling you, right now...." Tyra stresses, staring down at her deep navy nails.

"Then, why are you?" Ryan asks, with a slight slur in his words. He had been drinking and her calling was the icing on the cake for him.

"Can you just come over? I don't wanna do this over the phone."

He sighs, heavily. "Aight. Give me ten."

She hangs up and tosses her phone beside her.

This has been the third sporadic time this month, she'd decided to call him up to have him fulfill her needs, which he secretly enjoyed. Maybe even a little more than she did.

She stands up from her bed and walks towards her full-length mirror, fixing her midnight blue lingerie set against her mahogany complexion.

Her phone buzzes with a single text message. She picks her phone up and smirks, feeling his impatience radiate through the screen.

🙄 Bring yo ass downstairs.

Pulling her black robe up from her chair and slipping it on, she heads downstairs and unlocks her front door, finding him leaning against the doorframe.

"Wassup, mama?" He walks inside, causing her to walk backwards. He closes the door behind himself and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.

"I missed you." She pouts, running her finger along the gold chain adorning his neck.

He wears a smirk that's currently making her insides do somersaults. "I know you did, babygirl. I missed yo pretty ass, too."

"You ain't sound like it on the phone." Her brows furrow. He licks his lips, before kissing hers.

"Cause you be tryna act like you don't know what you want. You can ask for this dick, anytime you want, you know that." A smile spreads across her lips, before she can stop it.

"You're annoying."

"Mhm, my annoying ass bout to put you to sleep."

Picking her up, he tosses her over his shoulder and heads upstairs, into her room. Placing her on the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head and climbs on top of her, pushing the robe away from her shoulder.

"Oh, it's like that? You must be feenin'." His arrogance would usually get on her nerves, but in this moment, it made her wetter.

Instead of responding, she grabs his chin and presses her lips against his, moaning into his mouth.

Snatching the robe off completely, his lips find her neck and begin working on her sweet spot. Her hands slide down his chest and unbutton his jeans, tugging them down.

Pushing her hands away, he slides down on his knees and pulls her panties to the side, salivating at the sight of her nectar covered lips.

Placing his thumb on her clit, he rubs it in circles, while she stares down at him through her lashes.

"She missed you, daddy..." running her hand over his curls, she purrs and moves her hips against his hand.

"I see that shit. You wet as hell." Removing his hand, he places a kiss on her clit, causing her hips to jerk.

"Stop playin'..."

Ryan smirks and removes her panties, before running his tongue along her slit. Her mouth falls open and her thighs quiver slightly.

"Fuck..." his tongue wraps around her bud, sucking hard enough to make her eyes roll back, then soft enough to make her moans rise in volume.

"Unh! I missed your mouth on me... fuck!" Tyra's voice squeaks at the end of her sentence, due to him covering her entire mound with his wet mouth, running his tongue up and down her folds.

"Oh my God—" her hands push at his shoulders, trying to push him away from her sopping wet core. Ryan's hands grip her hips, keeping her in place.

"I'm gonna cum!" Her head falls back onto the bed as her orgasm rises quickly. She drapes a leg over his shoulder, beginning to twist underneath him.

"Ohh fuck! I'm cumming!" Pushing her leg up, Ryan continues to slurp her honey, while she cries out and scoots away from him.

Ryan stands up and pushes his jeans and briefs the rest of the way down, allowing Tyra to catch her breath. Soon enough, his thick rod makes an appearance and her second set of lips slick all over again at the sight.

"Come here, daddy." She purrs, dragging her hand down her body. Obliging, he pulls her towards the edge of the bed and glides into her without a second thought.

Tyra's eyes flutter shut, and her mouth falls open. Ryan stills inside of her, gripping her thigh to sustain his self-control.

"God dammit, girl." Wasting not a single minute, he begins to thrust into her, heavily. Her fingers wrap around his wrist, squeezing tightly.

"Ah ssss—shit! Just like that, baby."

Pulling her leg onto his waist, Ryan bites her skin and picks up speed, much to Tyra's liking. Her praises fill his ears like his favorite song, while her nails find his chest and leave scratches behind.

"You love this dick?"

"Yes!"

"Say that shit."

"I love it— I love this dick, babyyy!" She pulls him down to her level, sliding her tongue into his mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her left behind.

Retracting his hips, Ryan begins slamming into her, jacking her breathing up. His hand finds her neck, cutting off the rest of her oxygen and sending her body into a frenzy.

His lips find her ear, mumbling the nastiest shit she's ever heard him say. Her chest caves as her walls do the same, closing in on him.

"You're so deep.... so deep..."

"You want me to stop?"

"No!— don't stop!"

"Say it, again."

"Don't stop! Oh my God, please don't stop!"

His thrusts continue to make her core tighten. She grips the back of his neck, feeling her peak crashing towards her.

"I'm cumming!" Her walls suck him into a tight grip as her climax hits.

Before she can fully react, she's on her knees, arched perfectly for his taking.

"You ain't think I was done, did you?" He asks against of her ear.

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