#sikoa

[lelelenaxx]

Cozy

Solo Sikoa x Reader

Fluff

Word count : 0.7k

Solo is tired, city light and fights take a toll on someone. Even a big boy like him needs to be babied,

CW - Eating food, Bad writing and not proofread. fluff doesn't kick in until like the end lmao I'm sorry.

Criticism welcome, just don't be rude <3

Solo had just gotten backstage from his most recent match. You were waiting in his dressing room for him to come back. The door opens slowly as a tired looking Solo walks in, drenched in sweat as he close the door behind him. He approaches you and you pass him the towel you had waiting. Wiping his face, chest and arms. No words were spoken. That was just how it was with you and Solo. Words didn't have to be exchanged to express the love you had for each other.

You pressed a soft kiss onto his lips as you threw him his clothes. You kissed his cheek and told him to meet you at the car when he's done. Minutes had passed as you waited in the drivers seat with the car on, you hummed along to music as you went on your phone. The passenger door open and in came your boyfriend. You kissed him and started driving.

Driving through the city and seeing bright, blinding lights in every corner was beautiful but tiring. You could tell it was taking a toll on Solo as he was asleep in the passenger seat. You giggled to yourself and continued driving.

You got into the parking lot of the hotel you and Solo were staying in for the show. You take out the keys and lightly shake Solo awake. He opens his eyes and thanks you for waking him up. You both get out of the car into the freezing cold. You start walking to the elevator and Solo slithers his arm around your body. Hand resting on your once cold shoulder.

The door opens and you both step in, pressing buttons as you both rest your back on the wall. You lift your hand and place it on top of Solo's hand. Caressing his hand and dragging your thumb up and down his skin.

You landed on your hotels level and you both stepped out. You stopped in your tracks in front of the door and unlock it. Taking steps onto the soft carpet. You ushered Solo into the bathroom and ran out to go to his suitcase. You picked out loose grey sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. You brought them to him and set them on the bathroom counter.

You left the bathroom as well as the hotel to let your boyfriend have a while to himself. You got back into your car and started it back up. Driving to the nearest takeout restaurant. Ordering 2 meals and taking them back to the car. The drive felt so quick, all you could focus on was getting back to Solo. You step back into the hotel and place the food on the bed.

Your sweetheart had gotten out of the bathroom and smiled on the sweet action you did for him. He sat down on the bed and grabbed your jaw to bring you into a heart-melting kiss. You turned on the tv and started indulging in your food.

You had both finished so you had stood up to take the trash out to the bin. "Y/N, you really don't have to do that. " You shushed him and put the remains in the bin. You sat back in bed and got under the covers. Lifting up part of the blanket and telling him to get in. You placed his head on your chest and cradled his head.

You grabbed the tv's remote and found the movies section, You put on Call me by your name. Kissing his forehead and rubbing soft circles on his back. "You did good tonight" He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. Feeling the prickly hairs of his face on your skin. You giggled at the familiar feeling.

Halfway through the movie you noticed Solo still wasn't asleep. "How are you not asleep by now?" You said, Confused look painted across your face. "Can you.. Read to me?" He said softly. You smiled and pulled out the book you had been reading opening it up to the page you were last on. Inhaling before reading the top of the page.

Soon enough you were tired, You looked down to see your boyfriend blacked out with absolutely no sign of getting up anytime soon. You smiled to yourself, putting down the book and turning the tv down. your eyes began closing as you entered your deep sleep.

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There isnt even close to enough content for this beautiful man. again im sorry for the shitness of this i promise to start making some better stuff soon im just really tired lmao love you if you support my work <3

[purple-ash27]

Hi! I'm currently writing a Jey Uso fic on Wattpad, I haven't published it yet, but I was wondering if anyone could help me out? I'm putting Alexa Bliss and Solo Sikoa together in my story and I need pics of them together. Anyone able to do Manips using this version of Alexa? Doesn't have to be these pics specifically, but this version of her. Much love to everyone!! xx

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Solo Sikoa teased a major betrayal over Roman Reigns tonight on SmackDown; the Tribal Chief was already in tears trendynewsbro

Things broke apart this week on WWE SmackDown in the opening segment with Roman Reigns and the Tribal Court. He betrayed his cousins after pretending that he would finally step aside and hand Jey Uso the keys to the kingdom. However, there was a moment in the middle of it where Solo Sikoa again teased betraying Reigns. Earlier, Roman Reigns appeared to have had enough and even said that he was…

[spiicii]

the og bloodline  / bloodline property (part one)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa x fem!reader  word count → 4k summary → you belong to the bloodline, in every sense of the word. and your job is to serve. links → masterlist / bloodline property (part two) tags → multiple partners, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, hair-pulling, praise kink, daddy kink, possessive behavior, hickies, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal sex, creampie, begging, light choking, crying, overstimulation

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” Jey groaned in your ear, his hands braced on either side of your head as he continued to thrust into you. You opened your legs wider to provide more access, allowing him to grind deeper, the tip of his cock now kissing your cervix. 

Jey always started with you first. He was so good at getting you open and relaxed, so much sweeter in comparison to his brothers. He was always gentle, pressing chaste kisses against your cheek as he made sure you felt good. With Jey, it wasn’t just sex. He wanted to make you happy. Wanted you to enjoy it. 

“You gon’ hurry the fuck up or what?” You heard Jimmy snap, always impatient. 

Jey threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder. “Chill out, uce. We ain’t in a rush.”

Jimmy let out a huff, pacing the length of the room in frustration. “You takin’ too fuckin’ long. She needs a real man to show her what’s up.”

Jey curled his lip, a scathing remark on his tongue, before Roman’s booming voice interrupted them. “You'll get your turn soon enough.”

You couldn’t see him, not as Jey kept you caged between his arms, impaled on his cock, but Roman's next words left no room for argument. “Enough with the bickering." 

The twins obeyed, though you could still see the annoyance on Jey’s face as he looked back down at you. 

“Just ignore him, babygirl,” he whispered, peppering your neck with soft kisses. “You know I ain’t gon’ leave you hangin’. You know I always give you whatchu want.”

He always did. 

You felt his hand reach down between the two of you, his long fingers finding that small, sensitive bud with ease. You felt sparks shoot down your spine at his touch, your legs falling open further just so you could feel more. 

He chuckled against your skin, picking up the pace of both his hips and his fingers, pushing you closer and closer to your release. 

He leaned up and brushed his lips against yours. They were soft, his kiss gentle as he continued to fuck into you, his fingers playing so perfectly with your clit that you found yourself writhing against him. 

You threw your head back and searched for Roman, your mouth open as soft moans fell from your lips. 

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, your thighs beginning to shake. “Please, can I come?” 

The Tribal Chief was the only one who could grant you permission and you were pleased when you heard him off to the side, out of your line of vision, say, “You can come, pretty girl.”

The orgasm was perfect. It always was with Jey. Pleasure unfurled from your core as you sank deeper into the mattress, your muscles relaxing as the tension released. Jey wasn’t far behind, his hips stuttering against yours. 

“Gonna fill you up, babygirl,” he gasped in your ear and that was the only warning you got before you felt him paint your walls white, warmth spreading inside of you at the feeling. He let out a contented sigh, continuing to press sweet kisses into your skin. 

“You did so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, placing another kiss against your lips. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyes still glazed over from the pleasure he’d given you. 

“Alright, alright, come on, uce. Move it.” Jimmy was already at your side, shoving at Jey in an effort to get him off of you. 

Jey scowled, but he slowly pulled out of you, your body shivering from the feeling of emptiness. 

“Will you chill out for two fucking seconds? Jesus, you act like you ain’t ever gon’ get a turn.” 

“I been waitin’ all day. And I ain’t got time to sit here while you doin’…whatever that was.”

“Man, if you don’t-”

“Enough.” Roman’s voice quickly shut them up. He was used to this. The twins almost always bickered when they fucked you together. It was just their way. They were too competitive. And a little too possessive for someone they were meant to share. 

Jey threw you a cheeky wink before finally climbing off of you, Jimmy already tangling his fingers into your hair and pulling you up to meet him. 

“Been waitin’ to fuck this pretty pussy all day, little girl,” he growled, quickly hauling you to your feet. Jey preferred to fuck you in missionary, his face close to yours so he could kiss you and watch your eyes cross in pleasure. Jimmy, on the other hand, almost always fucked you from behind, holding you out on display for the entire world to see. He enjoyed grabbing you by the hair, your tits bouncing as he pounded into you from the back. 

As he manhandled you into position, you met Roman’s gaze. He was sitting in the chair near the door, watching you with hooded eyes as Jimmy shoved you forward onto the bed, his hands gripping your hips brutally as he lined up behind you. 

The Tribal Chief was generous and usually let his cousins go first on nights like this. He wasn’t hurried, knowing that you’d be begging for his cock by the end of it anyways. You may be Bloodline property, but Roman was the chief. You belonged to him. 

Jimmy pushed into you, his cock thicker than Jey’s, causing your back to arch at the feeling. He let out a chuckle, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “So fucking tight,” he hissed, beginning to pump in and out of you. “You sure you fucked her, Jey?” 

“Fuck off, man.” 

You glanced over and saw that Jey was standing near Solo, both of them watching as Jimmy pounded into you from behind. Solo was always difficult to read, his eyes dark as he stared at you. Had it been a few months ago, you wouldn’t have known what he was thinking. Now you knew that the distinctive twinkle in his eye was lust, the barest, imperceptible tick of a jaw the only sign of his impatience. 

He’d have a turn after Jimmy. That was how things usually went. If the Bloodline was anything, it was traditional. All four men were creatures of habit, which is perhaps why it hadn’t taken long for you to learn their routine, easily falling into their lifestyle. It had been difficult at first, managing all of their varying personalities, their different schedules, but you had learned. 

Now as Jimmy continued to drill into you from the back, the tug on your hair bordering on painful, you were reminded of the very first lesson you had learned with them: you belonged to the Bloodline, in every sense of the word. They had claimed you. Owned you. Body and soul. 

Jimmy shifted the angle of his hips, and you felt stars explode across your vision as he hit your g-spot with devastating accuracy, your knees almost buckling from how good it felt.

Jimmy pulled tighter on your hair and your mouth fell open, soft moans spilling from your parted lips. You heard Jimmy chuckle, his other hand gripping your hip so hard you knew it would bruise. 

“What a good slut,” he snarled, his pace relentless as he bullied you towards your next orgasm. “You gonna come on this dick?” 

You tried to nod but his grip on your hair made it impossible. Jimmy growled, smacking your ass for good measure as he kept up the brutal pace. The roughness of his thrusts combined with his incessant abuse against your g-spot had you spiraling towards orgasm. Again. 

“Please, Daddy,” you begged, meeting the Tribal Chief’s gaze as Jimmy pulled on your hair so hard again tears sprung into your eyes. “Please, can I come?”

Roman’s eyes were dark, his face unreadable as he replied. “Come again, sweetheart.” 

You felt the tension inside you snap, Jimmy wringing the orgasm from your body with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your walls contracted around him, causing him to groan. 

“That’s right, little girl. Imma finish right here inside you. Right where I belong. Fuck!” 

Jimmy yanked at your hair so hard that you were forced to stand, his hands now wrapping around your neck as he pulled you back against his chest. His grip tightened and you felt him release inside you, a new warmth spreading between your legs as he finished. 

The world was still for a moment, your ears ringing like a jet had just flown by, until Jimmy finally relaxed, slowly loosening his fingers from the tight grip he’d kept on your neck. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He slowly pulled out of you, and you whimpered, feeling some of his come leak out and trickle down your leg. Jimmy chuckled, pressing another kiss into your hair. This was the only time he was sweet like his twin, the post-orgasmic bliss making him tender and soft. You melted in his arms, allowing him to lay you softly back on the bed. He gently pushed you back against a pillow, his hands warm against your heated skin. “You always so good for me, pretty girl.” 

You leaned into his touch and Jimmy smiled, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. He soon moved away, another hand now on your face, this one much bigger. 

“You feeling good, sweetheart?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was low in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his breath fanned across your neck. “Need your Daddy to take care of you?” 

You let out a low whine, already reaching out for him, despite the gooey feeling in your arms. You heard Roman let out a chuckle, sitting up against the headboard and pulling you into his lap. You went easily, allowing his strong arms to wrap around you and bring you closer, your legs falling on either side of his hips to straddle him. 

You realized now that things were not following their usual order. Usually, it was Solo who went next, leaving hickies and marks across your neck and chest as he fucked into you. You turned around instinctively to look for him, your brow furrowed in worry. 

“Aw, you worried about Solo, babygirl?” Roman’s tone was patronizing, roughly grabbing your chin to look back at him. “Don’t want him to feel left out?” 

You whimpered as he kept a tight grip on your chin, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looked up at you. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, releasing your chin to cup your cheek. “Solo will get his turn. I just couldn’t wait any longer. You looked too perfect tonight. I just couldn’t help myself…” 

He ran his hands across your body, admiring the way you reacted to his touch, your hips already rolling forward to meet the erection that was nudging against your inner thigh. He allowed you to take what you wanted, sinking onto his cock with ease, your toes curling at the full feeling inside of you. 

“Good girl,” he praised, running his hands along your sides, his face now close to yours as he pressed sweet kisses against your jaw. “You like sitting in Daddy’s lap?” 

You nodded, reaching out to touch the beautifully sculpted muscles of his chest as you began to move your hips, never taking your eyes off his. 

The Tribal Chief was smirking at you, his large hands encircling your torso. “Such an eager slut, aren’t you, baby? Already been fucked twice and you still want more?” 

You rolled your hips again in answer to his question, the feeling of him inside you erasing all thoughts from your brain, bliss overtaking your body. He always made you feel like this, his cock so thick and long that it completely filled you up, hitting that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust, no matter the angle. You could have sworn your insides had morphed to fit him perfectly and he seemed to agree. 

“Just like you were made for me. Such a good girl for your Tribal Chief.” 

Your eyes fluttered at his praise, rolling your head back as he pressed wet kisses to your exposed neck, teeth nipping at the pulse point beneath your jaw. You felt yourself clench around him and he laughed, reaching around to grab a handful of your ass as you began to grind on top of him. 

“You gonna ride me, pretty girl?” Roman’s voice was a low growl, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. “Gonna take what you want from me?” 

“Yes, please,” you moaned, grinding further down so your clit could make contact with his skin. “Please, Daddy. I want you so bad.” 

He laughed, the sound rumbling through the large expanse of his chest. “‘Atta girl,” he praised, allowing you to control the pace. “Take what you want. I’m all yours, sweetheart.” 

Yours. Yours. Yours. 

You lifted your hips and sank down again, gratified to hear the Tribal Chief make a pleased sound beneath you. You don’t often get him to ride him like this. He’s normally grabbing you and taking what he wants, almost always manhandling you to show off his incredible strength. Seeing him laid beneath you, his arm slung lazily behind his head as he watched you bounce up and down was rare. And you wanted to enjoy it. 

You planted your hands against his tattooed chest, attempting to gain more leverage to lift yourself higher, moaning at the feeling of his dick splitting you open as you straddled him. You picked up the pace, the feeling of him inside you sending tendrils of pleasure shooting across your body. 

“That’s it,” Roman encouraged, using his free hand to keep you steady above him, his touch keeping you grounded. “Don’t hurt yourself now. I’m not going anywhere, pretty girl.” 

You obeyed, slowing your movements, but only a little. You rocked up and down, throwing your head back in pleasure. He made you feel so good. You weren’t sure how it was possible to feel this good, your skin tingling all over, soft pants falling from your open mouth as you rode him. 

“Greedy thing, ain’t she, uce?” You heard Jimmy’s voice somewhere behind you, but you could hardly focus on it, tension beginning to coil inside you for a third time as you took what the Tribal Chief offered you. 

Roman chuckled at his words, watching you with amusement as you bounced on his dick in desperation, chasing your own pleasure. 

“So greedy she needs four men to take care of her, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

You nodded at his words though you were having difficulty hearing him, your own heartbeat in your ears. 

Roman growled and pulled you closer, no longer lounging against the headboard as he wrapped his arms around you. This angle pushed him deeper inside and you gasped, stars exploding across your vision. 

He began moving his own hips, thrusting up into you with easy strength, one of his hands tangling in your hair. He was impossibly deep now, and you felt your pussy spasm at the feeling. 

“I know I let you fuck my cousins,” he growled in your ear, your pussy clamping down on him as he thrust into you harder. “But who do you really belong to? Who owns you, pretty girl?” 

You were barely moving on your own now, Roman now fully taking control and shoving his cock deeper and deeper into you until you felt like you might pass out. Still, you somehow found the words he wanted to hear. “You, Daddy. I belong to you.” 

The grip on your hair tightened and you felt his cock twitch inside of you. He was close. And so were you. 

“Please,” you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, can I come, Daddy? Please?” 

“Come, pretty girl. Come on your Daddy’s dick.” 

This orgasm was brutal, your thighs shaking in pleasure beneath Roman’s large hands. You felt yourself gush around his massive length, triggering his own finish. You heard him let out a groan, his grip on you tightening as he came. 

He pumped a few more times into you, just to ensure that you took every last drop of his seed, before finally holding you still, his breath warm against your neck. 

“Good girl,” he praised, releasing the grip on your hair and allowing your head to fall against his shoulder. “Such a good slut. You did so well.” 

Your limbs felt heavy, your body now sensitive after three orgasms so close together. You shivered as Roman pulled out of you, more come dribbling out of your leaking cunt onto the bed below. Your breath was shaky, your muscles trembling from exertion. 

“Come get her, Solo. She’s ready for you.” 

You could barely register the Tribal Chief’s words, suddenly feeling your body being lifted off of him and into someone else’s arms. Solo’s arms. You immediately relaxed, nuzzling against his neck, body limp as he carried you. 

He set you down gently against the mattress, propping you up against a pillow before climbing on top of you without much preamble. You opened your eyes to look up at him, feeling butterflies in your stomach as you met his intense gaze. His dark eyes were fiery, his jaw clenched as he looked down at you. His gold chain dangled in front you, glinting in the bedroom light.

“Solo,” you breathed, his name easy on your lips. He hardly ever spoke to you, but you had learned that he appreciated it when you spoke to him, even if he didn’t always show it. You reached up and placed a hand against his cheek, offering him a smile. 

“She looks so fucked out, uce,” you heard one of the twins say. “Think you can get her to come again? She might be done.” 

Solo’s eyes narrowed, the only sign that he was annoyed at his brother’s words. You knew that he didn’t mind fucking you like this, your body soft and pliable beneath his large hands, so easy for him to manhandle into any position he wants.

When he pressed his thick cock into you, you felt your eyes roll back into your head, the feeling bordering the fine line between pain and pleasure. 

He was thicker than all of them and you usually had to take at least one of his brothers first just to prepare yourself. Even now you’d taken three dicks, and you still weren’t prepared for the burn as he stretched you out, small puffs of air escaping from your parted lips. 

Solo let out a low groan as he gave you another inch, his mouth already latching onto your neck as he suckled a bruise against your skin. He loved marking you up, more possessive than either of his brothers. He wanted the whole world to know that you were his, more than happy to mottle your neck and chest with bruises. He finally bottomed out and you let out a whimper at the feeling, the burn at being stretched by his massive girth positively delicious. But he didn’t move. You met his gaze and saw that he was looking at you, almost expectantly. He wanted to hear it. Wanted to know that you needed him. 

“Please, Solo,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. “I need it. I need you. Please.” 

His eyes darkened and before you fully realized it, he was pulling out and ramming back in, the thrust sending tendrils of pleasure up your spine as his thick cock massaged your walls. You couldn’t help the embarrassing whine that escaped your throat, overstimulation prickling at your exhausted muscles. 

Solo continued to grind into you, his lips attaching themselves to your neck again, another bruise blossoming beneath his mouth. Solo had always been good at keeping you right on the edge between pain and pleasure, whether it was his massive cock splitting you open or his lips suckling a bruise beneath your jaw. It always left you head spinning, the feeling so euphoric that you almost feel like you’re floating. 

His teeth grazed the delicate skin against your windpipe, and you moaned again, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him closer to you. 

“Need you so bad, Solo,” you pleaded, looking back up at him in desperation. “Please, I can’t…I can’t-”

Another one of his thrusts had you whining, pleasure licking across your tired limbs like wildfire. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you pulled him close, the sound of his name leaving your lips spurring him on as he continued to drill into you.

Solo leaned down and you felt his lips ghost across the shell of your ear. “You want me, pretty girl?” he asked, his voice so low that only you could hear. You let out a gasp as he dragged across your g-spot, his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge. 

“I want you so bad,” you whimpered, pressing small kisses against his neck. “Please, I need you. Give it to me, please. Please…”

You couldn’t speak anymore. Not as his hips snapped against yours, tension growing in your abdomen at the feel of him inside you. He reached around and grabbed one of your thighs, pushing it forward to allow better access to your puffy cunt. A strangled moan escaped your lips, and you felt like he was splitting you in half, your g-spot so abused by now that you weren’t sure you could take it anymore. 

You opened your mouth, trying to form the words on your lips, but you couldn’t. Your head felt empty, Solo’s cock pistoning in and out of you with such force that you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk again for days. 

“Daddy,” you managed to whisper, your eyes glazing over as Solo grunted, raising up your other leg to push you into a full mating press. A strangled scream ripped from your throat and tears sprung into your eyes. You were completely helpless beneath him now, pinned to the bed beneath his massive weight, his cock feeling like it was sawing you in half. 

The tension inside you was coiling again, but you still couldn’t find the words to ask for permission, your head feeling as though it were stuffed with cotton. There was only one word you could think of. 

“Daddy.” 

You repeated his name like a mantra, your body no longer your own as Solo drilled into you, your legs next to your ears. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” 

You heard the Tribal Chief’s voice and almost wept at the sound. 

“Daddy, please.” You still couldn’t find the words, your eyes unable to focus on anything except Solo’s dark eyes, dangerously close to the edge of your fourth orgasm. 

“Use your words, princess. What do you need?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was soft, and you felt your entire body tense. 

“I can’t…” You gasped, Solo’s face blurring as tears began to fall. “Please…I can’t…” 

“Yes, you can.” Roman’s voice was firmer now, and you knew it would displease him if you came without permission. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.” 

Solo’s hand found your clit and you screamed again, though this time you used your words. “Please, can I come? Please, please, please.” 

“Come, slut.” 

Your vision went white. The pleasure was so intense that your entire body shook, walls spasming helplessly around Solo’s massive cock. You wanted to move, but you were still pinned to the bed, your feet still by your ears as Solo held you down. You were vaguely aware of the sounds you were making, alternating between high-pitched whines and fucked-out whimpers. You might have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so fucking good. 

“So fuckin’ pretty when you come,” Solo grunted in your ear, finally spilling into you as he chased his own pleasure, coating your insides with his seed. 

You weren’t sure what happened after that. Your vision was blurry with tears, your throat hoarse from your screams. You felt Solo finally release you, leaning up and allowing your legs to fall back onto the bed. You felt his come trickle from your abused hole, all mixed together from the multiple loads you’d taken from his brothers and cousin. 

You felt someone’s lip on your forehead, pressing a tender kiss to your fevered brow. “Such a good girl.” he murmured, his tone soft. “You serve my bloodline so well.” 

[lewypool]

im obsessed with this actually

[ekmsoldier]

[punksyeet]

that one family that don’t play about the black long sleeve shirt and chain combo

[rheasbrvtality]

ORIGINAL TRIBAL CHIEF IS BACK

[samijey]

Jan 23, 2023 ///// Dec 23, 2024

[riptides-n-roses]

prey - the bloodline (18+)

⛧ pair - the bloodline (roman reigns, jimmy uso, jey uso, solo sikoa) x reader

⛧ warnings - unprotected p in v. primal play, degrading, masturbation, lots of positions, exhibitionism, cre@mpies, oral (m! and f! receiving), crying (from pleasure), obviously minors should not be interacting ♡

⛧ this is also my very first smut so please be patient with me as i didn't have any proof-reading done :(

⛧ the bloodline has been chasing you all night backstage. scared to your wits, you thought you have found somewhere safe to hide, hoping to escape. only to be caught and surrounded by the four men, hungry of whatever they wanted from you.

⛧ word count: 3.7K

Run

Run

Run

The only word circling your head. You were backstage, running as fast as you could to get away from four hungry men, chasing you like fresh meat. The Bloodline has had their eyes on you for a while now. They took notice on how you wrestled against the different female superstars. They have watched your every move. And now, they are hunting you down. But why?

You were so exhausted, barely able to catch yourself and you heard the twins call out for you.

“Mamas, there’s no need to run away!”

“Come on out, darling. You can’t resist us and you know it.”

You ignored their taunts and hid behind several crates, taking your chance to catch yourself. Panting from how much you ran, adrenaline spiked to a level you have never felt before. Noticing a small crack of light through the crates, you slowly made your way to it, peeking out to see if any members of The Bloodline were nearby. Not to your surprise, you see Jey and Solo standing nearby, talking about where they last seen you.

“I could’ve sworn she went that way.” Jey whined. “Do you know where she could be?”

Solo shrugged.

Jey sighed “Keep looking. I’m going to find the Tribal Chief and see what he says.”

That’s when your heart stopped. Roman Reigns. The Tribal Chief. The Head of The Table. He was looking for you as well. He is usually patient when it came to getting what he wanted. He was an enigma when it came to that. It would feel scary to be in front him as he was your predator. If he were to find you, who knows what could’ve happened.

It was a game of chance, where you wouldn’t know what would happen if any of them found you. You quietly let a sigh of relief, after seeing the two figures walk away in separate directions, only to realize you were still hiding. You quickly held your breathe, trying to contain yourself from panicking, planning a way to escape and leave the arena. You slowly got up and left the crates, and started walking until you felt a pair of arms swoop you up.

“Found you, sweet thing.” It was Roman. He set you up on his shoulder and carrying you away from the crates. “Did you seriously think you could escape your Tribal Chief? How adorable.” He cooed.

You felt your heart beat fast. You were caught. You didn’t know what was going to happen to you. You were trembling on his shoulders, unaware as to why he wanted you in the first place. As Roman made his way to the other 3 men while carrying you, he was smiling, finally catching what’s been driving him wild.

“Damn Ro. Looks like you found her” Jimmy chuckled. The four men then went to take you to a car, opening one of the car doors and gently placing you in a seat. You couldn’t speak or do anything. You froze in fear, afraid of what they wanted.

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You were brought to a hotel room, placed down on a bed with a blindfold covering your eyes so you couldn’t see what the Bloodline were doing. Your breath hitched feeling four hands gently exploring your body, not knowing that the twins were testing your limits – admiring how your body reacted to their fingers.

“Enjoying yourself, mamas?” Jimmy playfully asked you, feeling his hands grope your breasts. You felt your panties get damp from all the sensations you were feeling in that moment – your legs pathetically trying to close.

“Do you know why we were looking for you all night?” Jey chimed in, slowly making his way to your pants “You drive all of us mad – ever since you came here, you’ve made quite a name for yourself. The way you compete, the way you talk, hell, everything about you makes us hungry.” Your cheeks were warm to this reveal – You were too afraid to even come close to any member of The Bloodline. The way they took down every single opponent that dared to cross them, especially the Tribal Chief. You were craving for at least one member of the faction to fuck you braindead, probably never expected for something like this to happen. You lost your train of thought feeling a pair of lips going up your neck, making their way up to your ear.

“Tell us, Y/N” Jimmy whispered. “Aren’t you hungry for us too?” You gasped feeling him nibble on your ear as Jey began to take off your pants. “You don’t have to be shy.”

You were about to say something before you felt your top and bra come off, shivering from the air hitting your nipples. Jimmy hummed in approval before he started to tug them roughly.

“I…” You started to respond, taking a breath, “I am” The four men chuckle to this reveal.

“In that case, sweet thing.” You hear Roman tease. “Let us have our way with you." After those words were spoken, Roman took a seat, admiring the show as Solo stood beside him, hungrily watches how your body twitches with each gentle touch. Finally, Jey removes your pants to reveal a soaked cunt covered by a pair of panties, eagerly waiting to be used. He kept eye contact with you as he took your underwear off just waiting to see what he’ll do next.

“I think we know how this will go now, darling” Jey finally responded. “Don’t you agree, uce?” looking at his twin brother. “Oh certainly.” Jimmy added “Here, mamas spread your legs and relax.”

You spread your legs wide, allowing Jey to get a better view of your glistening cunt as he begins to hold your legs apart. “You look so delicious; I wonder what you taste like.” Jey growled. As you opened your mouth, you felt his warm tongue slide up and down your clit, not breaking eye contact watching as you melt in front of all four men while blindfolded only seeing pitch black. Jimmy began playing with your hard, sensitive nipples as he started to leave steamy kisses all over your neck. You whined from the sensations you were feeling, the steamy kisses, rough hands groping you, a warm tongue playing with your clit, sliding up and down. Roman smirked seeing you moan and whine, begging for more, feeling his bulge throb through his pants, trying his best to not pounce and do whatever he pleased to you.

“F-fuck!” You sobbed, shaking from Jey’s tongue going in and out of your pussy, your breast being played with and kisses being left all over. You felt like you were going to explode, feeling your stomach tighten from the sensations. “Please…”

“You’re going to cum, baby?” Jey teased as he stopped licking your pussy, allowing his fingers to circle your clit. “Come on, make a mess all over yourself. We want to see it.” You couldn’t take it anymore, “I-I need to- “

Before you could finish, your face was turned and you felt Jimmy kissing you roughly, muffling your moans and cries as Jey removes his fingers and plunges his tongue deep in your pussy again, Jimmy squeezing your tits hard and rough as he continues kissing you. As you finally hit your orgasm, you whined into Jimmy’s mouth, cumming all over Jey’s face, your legs trying to close. You could hear Roman chuckle as he watched you ride out your orgasm, Jimmy finally letting your mouth rest, a trail of spit following as well.

With a nod of approval from Roman, finally Jimmy took the blindfold off you – allowing you to see everything surrounding you as your clit throbbed for more attention.

“Ready for more, baby?” Jey asked you, taking his shorts off to reveal his hard cock. Your eyes widened, thinking to yourself how you’ll take it, or how it’ll fit in you. “Now now, mamas. Don’t forget about me either.” You turned your head to see Jimmy without his pants and boxers as well, your cheeks becoming warm. “Now turn over. Jey is going to fuck you while you suck me off.” You turn around to face Jimmy and position yourself on all fours. Making sure your pussy was exposed in front of Jey, you gasped feeling Jey position himself, slapping his tip onto your clit. “Easy doll.”

You cried out feeling Jey push himself into you, your clit throbbing from sensation. It was thick and a little painful, small tear forming in your eyes.

“Aww. Is Jey too much for you mamas? Here.” Jimmy teased, slapping his dick on your face before pushing it in your mouth. You began to adjust to Jey’s size, muffled moans escaping you while you began to bop your head up and down on Jimmy’s length. Jey starts to thrust slowly into you, making sure that you’re not in any pain. His thrusts began to slowly speed up, making your walls clench. Both twins groaning from how good you feel – Jimmy making you take every inch of him in your mouth, his hands grabbing your hair tight and pushing you down further, making you gag a bit. “Fuck, mamas.” Jimmy growled “Your mouth feels amazing.”

Jey chuckled giving you a hard slap across your ass, as his hips buck up with yours, “You like how I fuck your pretty cunt, baby? Do you want some more?” Your sounds were a mix of moaning and trying to grasp for air from how tightly Jimmy was using your hair as handle bars. God, you felt so full, finally getting what you craved for. Finally, being stuffed in a way you haven’t felt before. Both twins’ thrusts get harder and faster, making your stomach tighten again – slowly reaching your second orgasm of the night.

Your muffled moans were driving Roman crazy, waiting impatiently to fuck your brains out. Solo, who knows he’s next, has been watching how your body reacted to each thrust in your pussy and mouth – feeling his bulge get harder and harder with your soft cries and moans.

“Are you ready, baby? I’m going to cum soon – I’m going to fill your tight pussy with my cum.” Jey groaned, feeling his cock throb inside of you. “Me too, mamas? Are you ready for me to fill your mouth while you cum too?” Jimmy chuckled. You looked up to the eldest twin, nodding quickly with blurry eyes, feeling your stomach tighten. “Good girl”

With Jey picking up his pace, thrusting disgustingly faster, you whined feeling your stomach tighten even more, like a jack in the box.

“Get ready, doll”

You finally reached your orgasm, your muffled screams tighten your pussy as Jey thrusted one more time, - making his seed explode deep in you. Jimmy pushes your face down, his cum going to the back of your throat, growling as all three of you ride out an orgasm. Jimmy slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth, allowing your lungs air while Jey slowly pulls out of you, your pussy leaking with his cum and throbbing from the roughness. Your entire body shaking from how hard you came this time. Jimmy gently lifts your face up with his finger, giving you hot kisses all over your lips “That was amazing, mamas. You did so so well. Now it’s Solo’s turn – Be good okay?” You nodded as he gotten up, pulling his pants back up and giving you another kiss.

Jey gives you a gentle slap on the ass again, as he also gets up and puts his pants back on. “I’m so proud of you, doll.” He turns your face to meet his and gives you a sweet little kiss before he leaves with his twin out of the room.

Your breaths were hoarse, your abused throat made it hard for you to get more air. You looked and see Solo and Roman look at you with full amusement. Roman gives a gesture to Solo, allowing him to have his turn playing with you.

As Solo gotten closer to you, he gets his pants off, his dick poking through his boxers. Your brain still foggy from your previous orgasm, you look into his eyes with pure lust – You can’t wait for what he wanted to do to you.

“Ready for more, princess?” he asked, his hand reaching down to your clit, sliding his finger up and down. You whine from how sensitive your cunt was – you could already feel how wet you were getting again. “Answer me.”

“Ye…Yes.” You replied, wanting Solo to abuse your holes. He smiled and puts his tongue into yours, having a hot and steamy kiss session – Feeling his fingers play with your clit a little faster. He was amused with the way you whine and cry for his fingers to go inside your walls - still throbbing from Jey. “Good. Now lay on your back.” He chuckled removing his fingers from your sensitive hole. You were getting impatient, laying on your back against the soft pillows, spreading your legs. Solo’s eyes were full of hunger and lust for you as he removed his shorts. Your clit throbbed from the sight of his hard, thick cock – just ready for him to make you cum again. Solo positioned himself, slapping himself on your cunt, trying his best not to push himself all the way in you.

Without warning, he slowly pushes himself into you, growling from how wet you were, your whines making your walls tighten – He was incredibly thick. You felt like his cock would poke through your stomach. He gently grabs your throat, squeezing a bit as he thrusts into you, your choked cries making him go harder. “Fuck, princess. You’re taking me so well.” His praises make you look into his eyes begging for him to go faster.

“Y-You’re so big! I’ll cum too fast” You moaned, loving how rough he was thrusting into you – forgetting that Roman was next, you felt your stomach tighten scared of what he’ll do to you. As Solo pushed in and out of you, he burrowed his face onto one of your tits, roughly sucking your nipple as his grip gotten a little tighter on your neck.

“You’re gonna cum again, Princess? I know you want to.” Solo groaned, knowing he was getting close from being rough with you, lifting his face away from your tits and seeing your eyes roll back. You were trying to make sentences but your stomach kept getting tighter. This was exactly what you wanted. “I’m trying not to cum too fast. You’re so tight and needy. You’re doing so good.” He released his grip on your neck and intertwined his fingers with yours, your other hand touching his face.

“I.. I need to cum!” You sobbed, small tears forming from how rough Solo’s thrusts were – his fat cock continuously hitting your sensitive spots. “Yeah? You wanna cum? Cum with me, princess. I got you.” He teased as his thrusts get sloppy – knowing he was holding back from releasing his cum in you.

You let out a high-pitched scream, as you came all over Solo’s cock, one last thrust before his seed burst in you, your vision only seeing white. You knew exactly what was about to happen next. After riding out your orgasm, Solo pulled out of you and leaned in to kiss you deeply, his fingers playing with your hair. “Fuck, princess…You drained me. Let me fix you up.” He gently lifted you up, making sure you weren’t hurt or anything before he kissed you again. Your eyes turned to see a sexually frustrated Roman, sitting in his chair, looking directly at you. You knew he was going to be the roughest with you. Solo then got up, putting his pants, and fixing himself back up.

After he left, you slowly turned to Roman. The Samoan man cocked his head to the side, admiring how your breath hitched from how many rounds of sex. Your pussy still throbbing and leaking cum. He enjoyed seeing how your face looked, hungry for whatever he wanted to do to you. Your stomach dropped when Roman finally got up from his chair making his way toward you.

“Come here.” He motioned for you to get closer on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, you crawled up to him, your eyes looking into his. He smiled, admiring how exhausted you looked, your hair all messy. “Look at you, still horny after two rounds. You’re a dirty slut, aren’t you?” his words with a sexual undertone. Your cheeks were warm to his degrading. His rough hands exploring your body as you shivered from his touch. You wondered what he might do to you. Noticing his large bulge on his pants, you slowly reached for it. He took noticed and chuckled. “Go ahead, babygirl.”

With his approval, you slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. Your mouth watered from the sight in front of you. You stuck your tongue out and gave soft kitty licks to his tip, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head further down his shaft. You gagged from how big he was, your pussy throbbing for some attention. While sucking him off, your fingers made its way to your clit, making small circles around your pearl – a wave of goosebumps hitting your back. Your muffled moans and grasps for air turned him on. He was amused to how tiny you looked under him.

“That’s right, baby. Take every inch of my cock.” Roman muttered, admiring the way you kept your eyes on him while your lips were around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter to his words, your throat being abused over and over. His praises made you throb with impatience, just begging for him to be inside of you.

His grip tightening around your hair and pushing your head down even more, making you gag from his thick length.

You felt so unclean – rubbing circles on your clit, desperate to slip a finger in your walls, sucking every inch of him and not breaking eye contact. You wanted to please him. Your cheeks were warm as he thrusted in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. Your gags made him want to force his seed down your throat. But he had another idea. What seemed like an eternity, he ripped his cock out of your mouth.

You choked, pouting that he didn’t fill your mouth with his seed. Roman placed his grip on your throat – he loved seeing you beg for his attention, beg for him to use you the way he wanted. “Impatient, are we?” He mocked how you wanted more with a flirtatious tone. You wouldn’t dare to speak.

He chuckled and in that second, he swiftly picking you up, taking a seat on the bed, and set you down on his lap, aligning his cock to your pussy – You gasped feeling his tip slowly stuffing you, adjusting yourself before he pushed his whole length into you. “Oh fuck..” You cried, wrapping your arms around him as he stretched you out, “I know, babygirl.” His words made you clench – making you fight the urge to cum right there on the spot.

His hand placed on your hip, the other grabbing your ass cheek as he began to thrust in you, deep, slow strokes to let you adjust to his size. You tightened your arms around him, holding him tightly as waves of pleasure hit your body. His gaze on your face – he loved how your faces looked while he stuffed you of him, your mouth open with your tongue out. Your breasts jiggling from each bounce on his cock. He loved how you melted for him – how you craved for him.

“You’re so cute like this, baby. The way you melt from how I fuck you. Is that what you’ve wanted for sometime now? Come on. Tell me how bad you wanted this.” His words muffled from your chest. Your breath was shaky, moaning from how he hit your spot everytime he thrusted into you.

“So bad…” You whined. Wanting him to go faster, You could feel your orgasm coming soon.

“Good girl. For now on, you’re going to be my little toy. Only I can touch you and fuck you like this. Understood?” He ordered, tightening his grip around you and thrusting faster.

“Ye-Yes Ro-“

“Yes what, baby. Say it correctly.”

“Yes…D-Daddy..”

“Good girl.”

You throw your head back, not realizing that you signed yourself with him, to be his to use, to make others aware that you belong to him. But you didn’t care. You craved for him to use you like this, for him to hunt you down like this, to be his prey. Your stomach started to tighten as he lifted his head up and kissed your roughly – the sensations you were feeling in this moment made you not want it to stop. You wanted him to keep fucking you like this, you wanted him to make it known to everyone that you’re only his.

“You feel so good, babygirl. You’re taking me so well.”

His praises made you whimper, getting desperate to cum all over his cock. Swiftly, He laid back making his cock stuff you further.

You sobbed into the crook of his neck as his thrusts get faster and sloppier, knowing he was going to cum soon. He felt so good inside of you, you were begging for him to cum in you. You whined when you felt him deliver a harsh slap on your ass and gripping it tightly. You dug your nails into him from how rough he was with you.

“Daddy’s got you, babygirl. Fuck you feel so good.” He growled, knowing he was getting close too. You felt yourself getting closer.

“I-I need to cum! Please, daddy. I need to- “You moaned, your legs beginning to shake. “I know, babygirl.” He growled, admiring the way you were holding back.

You screamed as you came undone on him, your eyes rolling back from the sensation, Roman following behind as he held you tightly as he came, emptying his seed inside of you. His dark chocolate eyes staring into your face – his lips quick to meet with yours and leaving hot kisses all over your face.

“Holy shit…” He groaned, keeping his cock in you as you rode out your orgasm. You and Roman were breathing heavily from the intense round of sex. Your eyes never leaving his before he kissed you again.

“You’re mine now.”

[breakoutbox]

Spoilers for Bad Blood 2024

[mrawkweird]

Solo ain't want anything to do with them Shinsuke problems.

[3eyesdivine]

Babysitter

long awaited and heavily requested.

warnings ; 18 + only, smut, foreplay, intimate and highly sexual scene, teasing, dirty talk, age gap ( 21 & 38 )

Faye had been babysitting her neighbor's kid for years, and the two had developed an unshakable connection. Her neighbor was a six-foot-three Samoan-Italian man in his late thirties who had little time for women in his life. He was a busy man who was always on the road, so Faye became someone he trusted to look over his child.

Unfortunately for Faye, she had strong feelings for the man.

He goes by the name Roman Reigns and is a professional wrestler. His physique was beautiful, breathtaking enough to halt any lady in her tracks. Aside from his long black locks and nicely trimmed facial hair, what tied it all together were his large and broad shoulders, rough and massive hands, and overall towering height. 

"I'm home!" The woman hears a deep, rich voice speak. Her head snaps up, and she notices Roman hovering over her while she played dolls with the man's child. The little girl jumps up and travels into her father's arms, where he wraps her in a strong hug.

Faye gets up, holding the dolls, and smiles at the sight.

Roman looks at the woman and holds up a finger for a quick second. "Wait right here, I'ma get her to sleep." 

Faye nods as she watches the two walk down the hall and enter the bedroom on the right. After a few minutes, the man returned. His gaze was fixed on Faye as he took off the jacket that matched the rest of his attire, and she watched him swing it over the back of the couch. 

The woman smiled and began gathering her belongings to leave, but was deterred by Roman, who placed a hand on her bag, prompting Faye to look up and gaze at the man in confusion. 

"Stay for a while, have a drink with me. Have you eaten?" He questions, taking the woman's things and placing them back onto the couch. 

Faye smiled. "Uh, no. I haven't eaten actually. I maybe had a snack or two though.” 

The big man shook his head and grabbed her hand, leading her to the kitchen. 

"Since I can't be home all the time, I prepare meals for my daughter.." He trails off, opening the refrigerator and grabbing a couple sealed containers in which contained prepared food that looked absolutely delicious. 

Faye smiles and moves next to him, watching as he took the tops off of each one. "Oh, wow. Roman, these look amazing." She complimented, looking back up at him before scooting the food away. 

Roman watched her, brows furrowing together, as his mood dipped slightly and his thoughts filled with embarrassment and puzzlement. 

"To be honest, Roman. I'm not hungry but there is something I need to tell you and get off of my chest. Can we talk in your room?" She says. The woman felt anxious as she felt she was way too young for this man, seventeen year age gap too young, to be precise. She didn't want to sever their friendship, but it was the right thing to do.

Right?

Walking into the man's room, the two sit on the edge of his bed, each holding a glass of red wine. 

Faye places her glass on her lap and keeps her eyes fixed on the ground as she begins to confess what she'd felt was like a sin. Her family would kill her if they discovered she had feelings for a man who was nearly forty years of age.

"Roman, there's no other way to say this and I know it's wrong and i'm so sorry." The young woman takes a deep breath before continuing. "I like you, a lot."

The air in the room was dense, and Faye wouldn't dare to even peek at the man.

"Have you ever been with an older man before?" He inquires. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the man stand up and take his spot in front of her. 

She felt rough hands grasp her jaw delicately, drawing her eyes away from her lap and up to the broad man standing over her with that dominant aura that suited his whole presence. Faye shook her head, and time seemed to slow down. Roman let his hand fall from her face and onto his black leather belt.

The woman felt herself getting wet as soon as she saw how easily he unbuckled his belt with one hand, having her willing to risk everything. 

"Let me show you the heaven men my age can bring you to that these young men know nothing about, doll. Hm?" He bragged, his voice sounding enticing, aided by his raspiness and an abrupt dip in octaves. 

Faye nodded, allowing the man to push her down upon the burgundy  bedding. His hands wandered her covered body, and he could feel his cock hardening and showing. The woman looked down and felt hot considering how big he was; his bulge was brutally evident, and his print was huge. 

Roman followed the woman's eyes and smiled with a deep chuckle. "You see that, ma? I bet you ain't ever had nobody fill you up like I'm bout to." 

The woman's chest heaved up and down wildly, her mind felt fuzzy, and she felt so lightheaded from delectation that she hadn't noticed she was entirely exposed from hip to feet, the man's face buried against her thighs as he left a path of kisses up to her wet cunt. 

Finally, his lips reached her lower ones, and he kissed her naked skin, spreading her pussy to kiss on her clit before opening his mouth to allow his tongue to explore her hole and taste her juices. His oral abilities demonstrated a wealth of expertise, demonstrated by the way he'd flatten his tongue here and there as he delivered long, slow licks to the way he lapped at her pussy and ate it like he'd been starving for far too long. 

"Oh! Yes, Roman, Yes!" The woman yelled and as a result was greeted by a hand slapping against her mouth in an attempt to keep her quiet. 

With his free hand, the man pushed two thick fingers into the woman's slippery entrance, finger fucking her at just the right tempo; everything he did felt almost too perfect, but the woman hadn't gotten the complete experience.

Faye felt like she was on cloud nine; she could feel her orgasm emerging  swiftly, and she knew the man was feeling it as well when she clenched around his fingers while he groaned against her pussy. Pulling his mouth away, he sped up the tempo of his fingers and grinned as the woman's back raised off of the bed, spilling her juices all over the sheets and the man's shirt. 

"Fuck, ma." He whispered, his hand moving away from her mouth and down to her thighs, spreading them apart to get a better view at how much she had come and, more importantly, the mess she made. 

Sucking her nectar off of his fingers, the man stands up and picks the woman up with ease before flipping her onto her stomach. 

He positions her on all fours, shifting her a few times until her ass was situated just as he liked it. Finally releasing his cock, the man moans in relief and strokes himself a few times before setting himself against Faye's pussy. The man slipped in slowly and gently, reaching forward and forming a ponytail of the woman's hair as he held it and drove her head back slightly. 

Faye's mouth dropped open, enjoying the painful way her pussy stretched out to fit the man's cock inside of her. It hurt so much, but it also made her even fucking wetter. This was the only form of pain she'd tolerate and deal with as the needy woman she was for him. 

"I know it hurts, baby. You're taking daddy's dick so good." He praised, slowly picking up his pace and tightening his rough grip on her hair. 

The room was warm and smelled like sex. Their bodies were sweaty, and the way the moon's dazzling light shined into the man's room and nestled upon their skin was like a work of art. 

Roman's thrusts increased in speed, striking hard and deep, as he bent down and locked his lips with the hers. The two groaned into the kiss, drool traveling down the woman's mouth, which the man quickly cleaned by licking from the bottom of her chin and back up to her mouth before engaging in a kiss more intense than the last. 

Roman's hip motions became merciless as he withdrew from Faye's lips. He pushed the woman's face into the pillows and hammered in her pretty cunt relentlessly. 

Faye couldn't keep herself quiet for the life of her, hence it was a good thing her face was buried into the soft padding beneath her head. The sensation of his dick massaging her walls, exactly like his fingers had done a few minutes prior, was too much. She was already shaking and twitching as she was coming up on her second orgasm. Her body was utterly incapable of being motionless. 

"You gon' come huh, princess?" Roman grunts, pulling his bottom lip between his perfectly straight teeth. "Gon' head, mama. Come." 

Faye's head was spinning as she came hard and soaked the man's big dick in her secretions. Shortly after, the man came, filling the woman up with his warm load. By now, the man's hair was most likely damp from perspiration, and the sheets were a deeper crimson from both bodies' sweat and the woman's two intense orgasms. 

Pulling out, Roman laid down and pulled Faye's body on top of his. 

"You're all mine now, darling. Understood?" He spoke confidently yet breathy to which the woman responded with a weak nod before drifting off into a deep slumber. 

Tags ; @headoftheetable , @wonderingfashion , @bijouxcarys , @jstarr86 (if I didn’t tag you it’s because you do not have any indication on your page of being 18 or older, sorry !)

Here’s that fic you’ve all been waiting for! I put my soul into this at this point so I hope you all enjoy, lol!

As always, requests are always open! Much love.

[4milly]

over it. - sefa f. +millytober+

am i really that much…to handle?

*y’all met him as solo sikoa, i met him as fine ass sefa w that long ass hurr😩 ignore the time stamps on the messages, i noticed an error and had to redo one 🙂‍↕️*

warnings: cheating (semi; not established), ex’s to lovers, eating out, oral sex (femme receiving), use of n word, mentions of sex, mentions of breeding, aggressiveness, choking.

parings; sefa fatu (solo sikoa) x black!reader.

you rubbed a hand over your face, throwing your phone on the couch. your nerves began to rise, at the thought of sefa wanting to pop up again. the last time you two saw each other…it wasn’t pretty. to simply put, you wanted more from him and sefa was just going on the road to start his wrestling career. the night ended in him calling you ungrateful, and you calling all types of ain’t shit ass niggas left and right.

you were ready to take that next step with him; you stood there and poured your heart out about wanting to be exclusive, how much you loved and cared for him, being with him made your heart swell…and he just threw up all over it with his bullshit.

he told you, how the fsw brand wanted to finally sign him on; he couldn’t make time for a serious relationship right now, the long distance, the different time zones, he wanted to completely focus on getting everything in place to soon join his family at the top in wwe.

to many, they considered you selfish. but who gives a fuck what they think? your man told you he couldn’t be with you, couldn’t even fuckin’ try…because he got a job. okay.

you were ungrateful ass fuck and a clingy selfish brat, and took that title proudly. it didn’t matter. when you walked out the door of his condo a year and a half ago that was it. he flooded your phone with messages and calls begging you to hear him out, and to apologize.

you simply ignored him.

you did eventually caved after a few weeks. he promised no arguing, keeping his hands to himself, and full immunity to voice how you felt…0 truths and all lies. the night ended with you bent over his couches arm rest as he pounded into you from behind, engraving his aura into your pussy. he almost didn’t even leave with the way you kept creaming all over him.

while you both agreed to break up, he wasn’t leaving without a goodbye gift. although he knew you were on birth control, he made sure to pump all of his cum deep into you; even falling asleep with his dick plugged into your pussy to make sure it would reach your womb.

sefa wasnt slick; he wanted you to wait for him to reach a comfortable pace, so the two of you could be together again. you couldn’t bare it. waiting for a man who invalidated your feelings when you wanted to finally take that next step? all because he couldn’t handle it? you ignored the fuck out any communication he attempted. as weeks went by the phone calls, messages, emails, and even letters slowly faded, until he completely stopped. he finally got the memo. you moved on with life.

after going out for drinks one night a few months ago, you met rodney. he never quite compared to sefa, but he was okay. he was great at conversation and took you out on dates, but that was all. for two months, you’ve been giving him the run around

he wasn’t getting any pussy, with how he sweated you. he wanted to be under you all day, over your house, on the phone, kissing all on you, questioning you about where you are, who you been with, how you know em’. all he got was to be able to play around with your tits and your pussy a little with his hands. whenever he’d attempt to do more, you’d push him away.

you liked rodney, but you couldn’t stop wanting your man back. nothing compared.

a swift knock on your door sounded as you picked a playlist. summer walker’s over it album was going to be the mood tonight. you looked in the mirror by the door as you reapplied a thick coat of lipgloss, before opening it.

your heart thumped out your chest at seeing sefa. here he was after a year, his hair tied into a low ponytail, dark grey sweatpants and a matching sweater, with jordan’s on his feet.

“you always braiding muthafuckas’ hair in booty shorts?” his eyes raking up and down your body slowly

“this is my house. i’ll wear whatever i want. cool with you?”

“didn’t i tell yo ass chill the fuck—“

“i don’t have time for your bullshit. i’ll braid you hair and then you’re leaving. that’s it. c’mon.” you left him at the door with an eye roll to walk towards the couch

sefa’s eyes stayed planted on your ass, watching it jiggle as you walked away from him. he had to bite his lip and mentally count down to keep himself from getting hard. the way he felt? he wanted to bend your ass right over the couch arm rest and see if your pussy was still always ready for him.

your smart ass mouth was one thing, but he finally got what he wanted. here he was right back in your space again, and this time he he wasn’t leaving without making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“sefa, i don’t have all day. hurry up, i got things to—.” you spoke again opening the jar of grease and spreading your legs, before the sound of your phone ringing caught his eyes

“aye man, who the fuck is rodney? deadass?” his teeth grit snatching your phone about to press answer

“stop! nigga, are you crazy!” you yelled out snatching your phone back from him, “ya know what? get the fuck out. i’m not playin these games with you. it’s been a year. you thought i was gone wait around? life moves on. just like you did.”

“that’s yo fuckin’ problem right there. yo stupid ass don’t listen. i never moved on. i said what had to happen for me—“

“it’s always you. just you, you, you. never us, or even me!”

“oh, so you and rodney? that’s all you, baby?”

“you’re absolutely insane…” you shook your head amazed at him “you care more about if another nigga has been fucking me, than anything else. you’re such a bitch for that shit. get ou—“

you words were cut off at sefa bringing his hand to wrap around your throat, putting just the right amount of pressaure that made you submit to him. immediately you quieted down, tucked your tail between your legs and looked away, knowing eye contact would be the one thing to send you over the edge.

you could your pussy began to drip through your panties, the ache starting to form at the aggressiveness he displayed. you tried to subtle squeeze your legs shut to create small friction there.

“i said watch yo fuckin’ smart ass mouth. you been turnt all day wit my ass. i’m sick of that shit. you been giving other mutherfuckers my pussy?” he growled out into your ear bringing your body flush to his “now yo ass quiet as a fuckin’ mouse? answer me.”

you kept your mouth shut. part of you liked this side of him, you wanted him to be rough with you; show you how much he missed you. that he still cared.

“ight…i see i gotta find out myself. get them shorts off. panties too.” he rushed out as he pushed you towards the couch, “bend over.”

you pushed your thumbs into the band of your shorts and panties pushing them towards your ankles before stepping out of them. your lower body moved over the arm rest, perching your pussy on full display for him.

so roped up in your thoughts, you didn’t even hear ur phone buzz again. this time, sefa reaching over to answer rodney’s phone call.

“yea…look at that pussy. so fuckin’ wet fa me. gotta inspect her first. see who else she had.” he panted before easing two fat fingers inside you

“ah!” you softly moaned as his fingers curled to rub that spongy spot inside you

sefa’s eyebrow raised; he didn’t always remember a lot, but he knew how pussy felt. his pussy felt. it was still just as tight and wet as when he was last in it, “damn bae. kept my pussy nice and tight, fa’ me? yea?”

you lost the power to string a sentence together, only focusing on fucking yourself on his fingers and releasing loud moans, “you been takin’ care of this pussy? givin’ her the attention she need since daddy’s been gone? tell me whose pussy this is.”

“i-it’s your pussy, sefa. oh my god!” you cried out, unable to hide how excited you were he was finally back—the wetness easing down your legs a testimony to that.

“gimme your hands, mama.” you quickly obeyed him moving your arms behind you, him positioning your hands to spread your ass cheeks to allow him to spread you open, “pretty ass pussy, my girl so fuckin’ messy, gotta clean her up.”

you were so fucking sweet and ready to be fucked with his tongue. he lowered to be eye level with your pussy and reached forward to suck your clit into his hot and wet mouth. he hummed at the taste of you on his tongue and sent vibrations through out your body.

your cries of ecstasy sounding like a lullaby in the room. he pressed his face further into you, his beard occasionally scratching against your sensitive clit. you widened your legs to give him better access to run his beard on you. he gripped your thighs tightly as he took your pussy whole into his mouth—flicking his tongue in and out of your entrance.

the room echoed with the sounds of his obscene slurping and sucking—drowning out the noise of summer walkers voice.

“aw fuck! sefa! don’t stop…pleasee, don’t stop.” you shrieked, your nails creating crescent moon shapes on your ass cheek to relieve some of the pressure. your thighs quivering as you grew closer to flooding his tongue with your cream

him harshly sucking your throbbing clit back into his mouth, turned that into a reality. your cum gushing out your pussy onto his tongue as your entire body convulsed. you couldn’t stop shaking, sefa’s tongue still licking and sucking making your eyes roll to the back of your head. your pussy now getting sensitive and twitching around his tongue. your mouth opened on a strangled cry, erupting in a shuttering orgasm for the 2nd time on his tongue.

you were paralyzed and your mind was blank. your tears and spit making a dark spot on the couch cushion. all you could wanted to do was lay there and take the assault of his tongue, even if you couldn’t take it anymore. he gave your clit one last suck and placed soft kisses around your entrance, before standing back to his full height.

“tell rodney, you ain’t finna be seein’ him no mo, baby.” his voice deepened and filled with urgency, ready to get back to reminding you who he was.

undoubtedly, you belonged to sefa. you always di—wait,

rodney?

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the og bloodline / bloodline property (part three)

jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader  word count → 7.7k summary → takes place after this tense argument between jey and sami. the tribal chief has made it clear that jey is to make peace, but how will he react when sami is offered more than just a taste of the bloodline's property?   links → masterlist / bloodline property (part one) / bloodline property (part two) tags → multiple partners, multiple orgasms, possessive behavior, daddy kink, blowjobs, hair-pulling, doggy-style, creampie, spitroasting, praise kink, hickies, overstimulation, degradation, crying, some spanking, some restraint, some bratty behavior and brat-taming, breeding kink at the end, brief mentions of come sharing, lore accurate Tribal Chief (Roman is not always nice to his cousins)

The ache in your jaw was positively delicious. Jimmy’s cock was impossibly wide, drool already spilling from your bottom lip as you bobbed your head up and down his length. You looked up at him through your lashes, your hands already moving up to clutch at the hard muscle of his thigh. Your eyes met and he let out a chuckle, his hand in your hair. At this angle he looked like a god. 

“So eager,” murmured Jey from behind you, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “But you been eager all night, ain’t you, pretty girl?” 

You nodded around Jimmy’s cock, drool beginning to drip down the front of your chest. You felt Jey’s grin against your neck as he nipped it with his canines. 

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Roman and Solo seated off to the side, both of them watching you with interest. Your eyes met the Tribal Chief’s and he smiled, his gaze knowing. He knew how badly you wanted this. How badly you needed this - to be on your knees, serving his Bloodline. 

You knew Jimmy had wanted to fuck you, but seeing him fresh out of the shower, towel slung low beneath his hipbones, had you practically salivating. It had felt like the easiest decision in the world to fall to your knees and begin licking at the underside of his cock, your mouth watering at the very sight of it. Jimmy was nothing if not a courteous lover and he allowed you to have your fun, teasing and swirling your tongue around the tip until you tasted pre-come. 

Jey hadn’t been as patient as he dropped to his knees behind you, his mouth now latched to the underside of your jaw. Jey wasn’t normally the one leaving marks on you, but he seemed insatiable tonight, his mouth alternating between sweet kisses and gentle nibbles against your exposed skin. You could feel his erection pressed thickly against your ass, a reminder of how badly he wanted you. 

You heard a knock at the bedroom door and you removed Jimmy’s dick from your mouth with a pop, ignoring how his grip in your hair tightened in frustration. You looked over at Roman and saw him motion to Solo to open the door, his eyes flickering over to you, almost as if he were concerned about how you might feel about the intrusion. 

You offered him a reassuring smile, letting him know that you weren’t worried. It was probably just Paul. 

The Wiseman had never bothered you. He was just another outsider, like you, who belonged to the Tribal Chief. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen you like this, on your knees servicing members of the Bloodline, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

Your suspicions were confirmed when Solo opened the door and Paul stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of you on your knees with Jimmy’s cock in your hand, Jey kneeling behind you with his lips on your neck. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before and he quickly moved on, his face giving nothing away. 

“My Tribal Chief,” he murmured, his eyes now on his master. “Sami Zayn is here.”

You felt Jey tense behind you, his grip on your hips tightening. Although Sami had been a part of the Bloodline for months now, the relationship between the two of them hadn’t improved. If anything, things seemed to be getting worse. You remembered how the two had argued the night before, Jey’s words laced with venom. 

I don’t like you, Sami. I don’t like your hair. I don’t like your face. I don’t like you being around my family. How you think you part of the Bloodline and you ain’t blood? Newsflash for you, Sami: you never will be. You don’t belong here. Don’t nobody in this group like you. I’m just the realest one to say it out loud. 

Jey had always been protective of his family, but Sami’s presence with the Bloodline had brought out an ugly side in him, one you didn’t like. You could certainly understand his reluctance to trust an outsider, but Sami had proven himself time and time again, unfailingly loyal to the Head of the Table. 

You remembered Sami had tried to defend himself, his face betraying his hurt from Jey’s vicious words. 

Why are you yelling at me? I’m trying to make peace. The Tribal Chief says he wants peace. 

And without missing a beat, Jey had uttered those fateful words. 

Man, I don’t give a damn what the Tribal Chief say! 

He hadn’t meant it, of course, but the damage had been done, his anger making him reckless. You had watched Roman’s face twist in displeasure, his eyes narrowing in barely concealed rage. Had Sami not defended him, you knew the Tribal Chief would have beaten down Jey right there and then for such open disrespect. 

While Roman had restrained himself on live television, Sami hadn’t completely saved Jey from punishment. Once the Bloodline had arrived back at the penthouse that night, Jey and Roman had taken a walk. A very long walk. And when they both returned Jey’s face had been pale, now trying to hide an obvious limp. You weren’t sure what Roman had done to him, but the message was clear: Jey was not to step out of line again. 

Now as Sami entered the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking onto yours, you could feel Jey’s fingers digging into your soft flesh of your hip, his breathing labored. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to avoid standing up and making a scene. You leaned back and nuzzled against Jey’s neck in an effort to comfort him, still keeping Jimmy’s cock in hand as you treated it to a few dexterous twists and tugs. 

“Thank you, Wiseman. You’re dismissed.” Roman’s voice was calm, already motioning for Solo to return to his seat beside him. 

Paul bowed his head respectfully and moved to leave, his eyes briefly meeting yours. Although the two of you rarely spoke, you shared a common ground - an understanding of what both of your roles were and how you both served the Bloodline. As your eyes met, you could read in the Wiseman’s face a very clear message, one that he couldn’t speak out loud: Be careful. 

You gave him the barest nod in understanding, watching as he quickly retreated from the room and closed the door behind him. He was right, of course. Tonight was not the night to press anyone’s buttons. 

“Welcome, Sami. Please, come sit.” Roman motioned to the other empty chair beside him. “Our girl’s a bit occupied right now. I hope you don’t mind.” 

Sami quickly obeyed, moving swiftly past you and the twins to take the seat beside the Tribal Chief. Once he was seated, Sami’s eyes were immediately on you again, his pupils already blown wide with lust. You offered him a shy smile, your strokes on Jimmy’s cock lazy as you met Sami’s piercing gaze. 

You heard Jey make a low rumbling noise behind you, clearly displeased at Sami’s intrusion. You were glad when Jimmy tugged impatiently at your hair to urge you back onto his dick. 

“Get back to work, slut,” Jimmy growled and you were eager to obey, leaning forward and sinking down on his cock like you were gagging for it. 

Jey was quick to resume his assault on your neck, his teeth now biting harder against the delicate skin of your windpipe. 

It was rare to see Jey this jealous and possessive of you. Normally he was sweet, his words kind and his touch gentle, but it was clear that Sami’s presence had triggered something primal inside of him. He wanted to claim you as his, the bruises and bites satisfying that deeper, more animalistic part of him you didn’t often get to see. 

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey continued to suck and bite, bordering the line between pleasure and pain in a way that he rarely indulged. It felt euphoric and you could already feel wetness forming between your legs, your pussy spasming, practically begging to be filled. You began to shift uncomfortably in Jey’s arms, watching as Jimmy narrowed his eyes in annoyance as you struggled to sit still. 

He yanked you off his dick with a violent tug at your hair and you let out a whine, your scalp stinging. 

“Hold her still, Jey,” Jimmy snapped, clearly impatient. “Since she wanna run from it.” 

Jey’s arms were wrapped around yours so quickly you barely had any time to react, easily jerking your arms behind you and pressing you against his chest. You struggled pointlessly in his hold, just to test the balance of power, and Jey chuckled in amusement, his breath warm against your ear as he held you close. 

You looked up at Jimmy with a smirk, your eyes glinting with defiance. “Thought you wanted to fuck me?” 

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at your words, a smile already tugging at the corner of his mouth. He knew your games. The Tribal Chief always demanded complete obedience, which you were more than happy to give him, but things were different with the twins. They didn’t mind a challenge. To them it was all part of the game. And they were always more than happy to put you in your place. 

Jimmy's face broke into a grin, the fist in your hair so tight you gasped. “She got a smart mouth, uce.” he mused, looking down at you thoughtfully. 

You felt Jey nip another bruise at your shoulder as he met his brother’s gaze, letting out a breathless chuckle.  “Let’s see how talkative she is after you fucked her throat.” 

Jimmy kept that dominant hand in your hair as he leaned down to give you a small kiss on the lips, his eyes so dark they looked black. 

“Tap Jey if you need to stop,” he murmured to you, hooking his finger under your chin to bring your face up to him. 

You flashed him a winning smile. “Do your worst,” you goaded and both twins laughed. 

“You’ll regret that, girl.” 

Jimmy’s cock was down your throat so quickly that you jumped in surprise, Jey’s grip on you tightening in response. “There ya go,” Jey crooned in your ear, his own erection twitching with interest. “Take it like a good girl.” 

You didn’t have much of a choice. Jimmy’s thrusts became deeper as he tested your limits. You looked up at him as your eyes began to water, no gag reflex in sight. Jimmy grinned down at you, white teeth flashing as he pushed his length even further down your throat. You relaxed and allowed it, your tongue working him over as he continued to explore. 

Finally he bottomed out, his cock fully encasing your throat, your nose buried in his neatly trimmed curls. He held you there, his grip on your hair still tight. It was difficult to breathe, but once it became clear that you wouldn’t choke, he let out a breathless laugh. 

“Jesus, pretty girl,” he muttered in disbelief. “Your throat was just made to be fucked.”

You felt Jey’s free hand at your neck, his fingers outlining the shape of his brother’s cock in your throat. “What a practiced slut,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your temple. “Got yo’ throat trained up real good, don’t we, baby?” 

Jey’s words seemed to spur his brother into action and he pulled his hips back, slamming back into your mouth with a moan. His grip on your hair was punishing, keeping you still and ensuring that you could do nothing but take it. Jey continued to press open-mouthed kisses to your neck, unbothered by his twin battering the back of your throat like he was paid for it. 

Jimmy’s thrusts became quicker, his massive cock blocking your airway and making oxygen scarce. You finally, finally felt your throat convulse and Jimmy groaned at the feeling, his hips picking up speed. 

Your skin felt feverish and you let out a low moan, urging Jimmy on. Tears began to spill from your eyes though Jey’s clever tongue licked them away before they fell. You tried to breathe the best that you could around him, but it was difficult and you felt light-headed, cheeks burning as Jimmy pounded your throat like a fleshlight. 

Eventually Jimmy’s thrusts began to stutter out of rhythm and you knew he was close, his cock so deep in your throat that you felt drunk on it. Jey’s mouth was on your shoulder, suckling yet another bruise, his free hand twisting cruelly on your nipple. You let out another moan and that seemed to push Jimmy over the edge. 

He kept his grip on your hair tight as he came down your throat, his head thrown back as he spilled inside you. You suckled reverently around his cock, savoring the salty taste of his come exploding across your tongue. Your knees felt weak, your pussy so wet you began to feel your own juices slide down your thigh. You whined around his cock and shifted pitifully in Jey’s hold, looking for some kind of friction or relief. 

And when Jimmy finally released his grip on your hair you sagged in Jey’s arms, your head falling forward as Jimmy removed his softening cock from your mouth. You took a few shuddering breaths, taking in as much oxygen as you could, your mouth still agape and jaw aching. 

“Shhh,” cooed Jey, releasing his grip on your arms and hooking his fingers under your jaw to pull your face towards him. His eyes flickered down to your swollen lips, his gaze positively ravenous. “You did so good, pretty girl.”

Before you realized what was happening he was kissing you, his tongue collecting the remainder of his brother’s seed from your mouth, swallowing without hesitation. You moaned into his mouth, the tension between your legs beginning to build. He pulled away and gave you a knowing smile. 

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he chuckled, quickly picking you up off the floor with an easy strength. You let out a groan of appreciation, your knees aching from how long you’d been kneeling. As Jey sat you on the edge of bed, he lifted his knee up to nudge your legs apart, already pushing you back onto the mattress and leaning over you. 

“Stop.” The Tribal Chief’s voice was so commanding you doubted you could have disobeyed him if you wanted to, both you and Jey freezing to look over at him. 

Roman’s eyes were dark as he watched the two of you, his expression unreadable. “Get her on her knees.” 

You saw the smallest flicker of annoyance cross Jey’s face, but he masked it well, unwilling to anger the Tribal Chief over something so trivial. Besides, he would still get to fuck you, so he wasn’t complaining, especially after the argument with Sami last night. You were sure he was just grateful that Roman hadn’t banned him from the bedroom altogether. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, urging you back up. “On your knees.” 

You obeyed, allowing Jey’s gentle hands to ease you into position, his touch warm against your exposed skin. You were grateful for a mattress beneath your sore knees, already beginning to arch your back as Jey palmed at the soft flesh of your ass. 

You had hardly gotten settled when you felt thick fingers pushing past your lips to force your mouth open, the Tribal Chief’s face now only a few inches from yours. Your eyes met his and it felt like something with wings was trapped in your ribcage, Roman’s eyes dark and hungry. He hooked his fingers in the side of your mouth like he’d caught a fish, a small whine escaping your lips as you stared up at him.

“You gonna be a good slut and let my Bloodline fuck you, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s voice was an octave lower than usual, his eyes practically simmering. You could tell it was taking all of his willpower to resist pulling you from Jey’s grasp and pounding you into the mattress. You weren’t sure why he was holding back, your pussy contracting at the thought of the Tribal Chief finally taking you. He hadn’t touched you all night and you were almost ready to beg for it. 

Instead, you nodded as best you could with his fingers in your mouth, watching as the Tribal Chief looked down at you in satisfaction, his gaze still heated. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, pulling his wet fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek. “You see how well we got her trained, Sami? Isn’t she gorgeous like this?” 

Your eyes flickered over to where Sami sat, watching with interest as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust himself to hide the erection in his jeans. His gaze at you seemed desperate, his fists clenching and unclenching around the armrests of the chair, and you almost felt sorry for him. 

He’d been allowed into the Bloodline’s penthouse a few times before but he still hadn’t been permitted to fuck you. The Tribal Chief had allowed him the occasional kiss, perhaps the rare touch, but nothing more. It was clear that no matter how loyal the Honorary Uce was to the Bloodline, they didn’t consider him a full member. Not yet. He was still nothing more than an outsider, struggling just as you and Paul had to find acceptance in this family. 

Jey swatted your ass and you jumped, letting out a small yelp. “Spread yo’ legs, girl,” he demanded from behind you. ”Lemme see what’s mine.”

You quickly obeyed, forcing yourself not to wriggle your hips in desperation as you felt his hot breath against your wet skin. He licked a hot stripe across your pussy and you shuddered, the feeling positively transcendent. 

“Jesus, you soaked, babygirl.” Jey rumbled, his long fingers already moving to touch the wetness for himself. “You leakin’ just fo’ me?” 

You let out a breathy moan as Jey’s long fingers began to play with your slicked opening, collecting the wetness between his fingers just so he could bring them to his own mouth for a taste. 

It wasn’t long before you felt a new set of fingers tug at your hair and you looked up to see Solo towering above you, his massive cock only inches from your face. You obediently opened your mouth as you gazed up at him, allowing him to smear a bead of precum on your waiting tongue. 

You savored the taste, quickly closing your lips around the fat tip and beginning to suck. Solo let out an appreciative moan, his grip on your hair tight, but not cruel. You could see the barest trace of a smile ghost across his lips, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. Your jaw was still aching from Jimmy’s previous abuse, but you barely noticed it, your brain beginning to grow fuzzy at the feeling of your lips stretching around the Enforcer’s massive length. 

Jey’s fingers began exploring deeper in your leaking hole, the feeling sending warm tendrils of pleasure curling inside of you. You let out a low moan and Solo’s hips stuttered in response, the vibrations massaging the dick now lodged in your throat. 

“You gon’ let me fuck this pretty pussy, baby?” Jey hummed, his long fingers poking and prodding at your entrance. God, he was such a tease. “Gon’ let me fuck you while you get your throat fucked too?” 

You nodded around Solo’s cock, your hips wriggling pathetically beneath Jey’s hands. He removed his fingers from your desperate cunt and you whined at the loss, your gaze up at Solo pleading. 

“Jey will take care of you, pretty girl,” Solo murmured, reaching out his free hand to stroke reassuringly across your cheekbone. “Just relax. It’s okay.” 

You quickly obeyed, your mouth going slack as Solo began to move his hips forward, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. Despite how desperate you felt, you wanted more than anything to be good, allowing the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline to use you as they saw fit. This was your role. Your purpose. And you were more than happy to be a perfect, pretty toy for them to use. 

Jey’s cock nudged at your entrance and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. 

“So tight,” Jey hissed, continuing to press deeper into your velvety warmth. “So perfect fo’ me, baby.” 

Solo tugged at your hair again and your eyes flew open, your knees suddenly weak from the intensity of his gaze. 

“Eyes on me.” Solo growled, his thrusts beginning to pick up speed as he slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You tried your best to use your tongue to maximize his pleasure, but it was pointless. Solo’s cock was simply too enormous, his balls smacking your chin at every impact. Instead, you kept your jaw relaxed and allowed him to use you, doing your best to maintain eye contact even as your eyes watered as he cut off your oxygen supply. 

You were already on cloud nine, but when Jey bottomed out, you thought perhaps you’d really died and gone to heaven. He was practically in your guts at this angle, the tip of his perfect cock grazing your cervix. You let out a low moan and that was enough to send Solo over the edge. 

With a tight grip of your hair you felt Solo spill down your throat, his head thrown back in ecstasy as he emptied himself into you. Despite the tears streaming down your face, both from exertion and from lack of oxygen, you allowed him to take his time, your throat frantically working to milk every drop from him. 

When Solo finally pulled his softening cock from your mouth your head fell forward, now gasping for breath after so long without oxygen. Solo’s fingers remained tangled in your hair, now massaging your scalp - a wordless apology for how hard he’d tugged on it. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead before tucking himself back into his pants and moving away, returning to his seat beside the Tribal Chief. 

Jey continued to thrust slowly into you, his movements measured and calculated. 

At this point, you were convinced that Jey’s cock had magical properties. That was the only explanation for how good he made you feel, his dick the only thing in the world that could erase all the thoughts from your brain and leave you shaking with pleasure long before you had even had your first orgasm. 

Even now his slow, methodical thrusts were not enough to push either of you to completion, but it didn’t really matter. You knew he would have you coming apart on his cock soon enough. For now, you were content to let him go at his own pace and enjoy the warm, wet feel of your gummy walls. You continued to grip him tightly, practically sucking him deeper into you, greedy for anything and everything he had to offer. 

Roman watched the two of you with interest, leaning forward in his chair to reach out and cup your feverish cheeks with his large hand. Despite his gentle touch, his gaze at you was dark. He looked like he wanted to devour you, his gaze flickering to where Jey was still fucking into you from behind, as if he were considering shoving his cousin to the side to take his place. 

But he didn’t. 

This was a game Roman often played: letting his Bloodline fuck you senseless, watching with unending patience until you were practically begging for him. You were never sure why he preferred it this way and you had never asked. Perhaps he wanted you needy and desperate for him, begging him in your sweetest little voice for just one kiss. Just one touch. Perhaps he liked you worn out and exhausted, your body pliant beneath his strong hands and your eyes hazy with pleasure. Nothing but a pretty doll for him to play with you. 

Whatever the reason, it never failed to make you even more desperate for him, a whine already escaping your throat as you met his hungry gaze. He smirked at you, rubbing his thumb across your slick-shined lips just to tease you. 

“You’ve been doing so good, sweetheart,” he praised, watching you with interest. “You gonna keep being good for me? Still my obedient little girl, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, leaning into his touch. “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Good girl.” 

Roman released you and leaned back in his chair, his eyes sparkling with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. 

“Do you wanna fuck her mouth, Sami?” 

The Tribal Chief’s question was casual, as if he were merely asking about the weather, but it didn’t change the magnitude of what this moment meant, both for Sami and the rest of the Bloodline. 

Jey stilled behind you in shock, your pussy spasming helplessly around his still rock-hard dick inside you. 

You couldn’t blame Jey for his surprise. While Roman had threatened to promote Sami to full Bloodline status, no one had thought those privileges would extend to the bedroom. Roman might share you with his cousins, but they were family. Sami was an outsider - no amount of loyalty would change that. 

You couldn’t deny that you were surprised as well. As generous as Roman was with his family, he was possessive of you. To him, you were his manamea. His sweetheart. His favorite. His and his alone. Sharing you was not something he did easily.  

You looked over at Sami and saw that he was looking at the Tribal Chief in amazement, his hands instinctively reaching down to his stiff cock in his jeans. His gaze darted around the room: to Jimmy, to Solo, to Jey, to you. He seemed to be waiting for someone to protest, maybe even laugh at him and tell him that it was all just one big joke, but no one did. The room was silent. 

Of course it was Jimmy who spoke first. “Well? You gonna fuck her mouth or what? If you won’t, then I will. I don’t mind goin’ for round two.” 

His words were impatient, but when you glanced over at him you could see that he was smiling, throwing a cheeky wink your way when he caught you staring. Of course he’d be proud of Sami. The two of them were close. 

Solo, on the other hand, gave nothing away, merely watching as Sami twisted nervously in his chair beneath the scrutiny of the Bloodline. If he had reservations about Sami participating he didn’t show it, keeping his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the scene unfold before him. You doubted that he would mind. He’d always had a soft spot for Sami, perhaps more than he let on. 

Sami seemed at a loss for words, now suddenly unable to meet your eyes despite the massive erection he was sporting. “I…I don’t…” 

“Don’t want to?” Roman’s tone was playful. He knew, the same as the rest of you did, how badly Sami wanted you. How badly he’d wanted you the second he laid eyes on you. 

Sami visibly gulped, his eyes darting over to Jey. “I…I just want to make sure everyone is completely comfortable with that.” 

The implication in his words were not missed and you felt Jey’s finger tighten against you, causing you to let out a whimper. You didn’t miss how Jey’s cock twitched inside you, though you couldn’t be sure if it had anything to do with Sami or not. Your brain was beginning to fizzle out, the feeling of Jey’s long cock inside you, still unmoving, was driving you crazy. If he didn’t move soon you were sure you’d lose your mind. 

“Hurry the fuck up then,” Jey muttered, finally, finally moving his hips again to shallowly thrust into your soaked hole, your eyes rolling back into your head at the feeling. 

Okay. Perhaps you had lost your mind. Had Jey just agreed to let Sami fuck your mouth? Had you hallucinated that? Perhaps his magic dick had driven you to madness after all. 

“Well?” Jey’s voice was sharp. “Go on, uce. We ain’t got all day.” 

No, you definitely hadn’t imagined that. You wanted to think it through, maybe even turn around and ask Jey exactly what was going on in that pretty head of his, but he rolled his hips again and all the thoughts flew from your mind. Nothing could turn your brain dead the same way Jey’s cock could and you were convinced the damn thing had bewitched you. 

You were so lost in the pleasure of finally being fucked again that you hardly noticed the hand against your cheek, the touch familiar. 

“You want Sami, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief asked, his eyes scanning yours for any sign of hesitance. You’d talked to him about this before, but you thought it was sweet he wanted to be sure. You liked Sami. And you couldn’t deny that you were curious to see what he was packing in those tight little jeans he wore. 

“Yes, Daddy.” You replied, nuzzling into his palm to reassure him. He watched you carefully, still searching for any sign, any indicator that you didn’t want this. 

“Say your safeword back to me.” 

“Red.” 

“And if you can’t speak?” 

“I’ll tap his thigh. I promise, Daddy.” 

The Tribal Chief finally seemed convinced, breaking into a wide smile. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “You take care of Jey and Sami then I’ll fuck you just how you like it. Okay, sweetheart?” 

Jey shifted the angle of his hips and suddenly hit your g-spot, causing you to let out a gasp, your eyelids fluttering. Despite the pleasure settling over your brain like a fog, you still somehow found an answer for your master. 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

The Tribal Chief smirked, motioning over to Sami. “You heard her, Sami. She wants you.” 

Sami stood on your shaky legs, watching as Jey continued to thrust into you from behind, your mouth falling open at the feeling. When he made it to your side, his erection still trapped inside his jeans, you couldn’t help but reach up to tug at his belt, a silent plea to remove the barrier between you. 

Sami seemed hesitant, his gaze at you almost…concerned. He reached out and touched your cheek experimentally. Do you really want this? His eyes seemed to ask. Are you really sure? 

You were getting impatient now, tugging harder at his belt. “Please, Sami,” you breathed, your voice still hoarse from Jimmy and Solo’s very thorough use of your throat. “Please, I need you.” 

That was all Sami needed to hear. He quickly undid his belt, pulling his cock free of his boxers. He wasn’t as long as Jey, but a bit thicker, about the same width as Jimmy’s, with a blushing pink head. Your first instinct was to reach out to wrap your fingers around it, giving it a few experimental squeezes and tugs just to see how Sami would respond. 

It was clear that Sami was sensitive, cute little pants of breath falling from his open mouth as you played with him. You couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss the tip, eager to taste him after so many months of curiosity. He tasted almost sweet, the lingering smell of spice from his body wash now in your nose as you continued to work him over with your tongue. 

You noticed that Sami was reaching up to cradle the back of your head, keeping himself grounded as you leaned down to take more of him in your mouth. You began to hollow out your cheeks and suck, the feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth making your eyes glaze over in pleasure. 

You eventually sank down further on his length, easily taking all of him until you were nestling your nose into a soft bed of ginger curls. Sami gasped in surprise, his fingers tightening in your hair almost instinctively while his cock twitched inside the small space of your throat. 

“She’s a talented slut, ain’t she, Sami?” You heard Jimmy ask, watching the scene with amusement. “Go on and fuck her throat. I promise you she can take it.” 

Sami didn’t seem so sure, quickly loosening his grip on your hair once he saw how tightly he’d pulled on it. It was clear he didn’t want to hurt you, his hips moving back to allow you to breathe better around his dick. 

Meanwhile, Jey continued to pound into you from behind, picking up the pace now at the sight of Sami’s cock in your mouth. He continued to hit your g-spot with each sharp snap of his hips, his hands gripping your flesh so tightly that you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises there in the morning. 

Your eyelids fluttered as Jey bordered that fine line between pain and pleasure. It wasn’t like him to be this rough with you, but you knew it was Sami’s presence that brought out his possessive side to him, his pace almost punishing as he continued to thrust into you. 

Your eyes unfocused as you looked up at Sami, your body trembling both from exhaustion and pleasure as Jey continued to fill you so perfectly. Sami’s hips stuttered, almost as if he were resisting the urge to thrust without warning into your mouth. He was holding back, but you were too drunk on Jey’s cock to understand why. 

“Aye, yo, you gon’ do something or what?” You heard Jey snap, his hand now reaching forward to grab your hair. Sami watched as Jey tugged your head back and your back arched in response, your mouth falling open more as Jey kept you speared on his cock. 

“If you gon’ fuck her throat then do it. You ain’t gotta tease her like that.” 

You kept your jaw slack, your eyes pleading as you looked up at Sami through your lashes. You didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted everything he had to offer you and more. You could take it. You could be good. 

Sami finally seemed to take a hint, his hips beginning to find a faster rhythm. Jey let out a satisfied grunt, his grip on your hair tight as he kept your head pulled back, your mouth now at the perfect angle for Sami to begin pushing further into your throat. It was the most you’d ever seen the two of them cooperate, their movements almost in tandem as they kept you spit-roasted between them.  

Sami’s cock began to twitch inside your throat and you watched as his cheeks began to splotch with pink, his pretty blue eyes fluttering. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

You realized with delirious elation that the reason Sami had been holding back was because he was going to finish impossibly fast - the tight, wet heat of your throat quickly sending him over the edge. You let out a whine as Sami spilled down your throat, Jey’s hand still in your hair to keep your mouth open for him. 

Sami seemed dazed, his eyes far away as he looked down at you. It was clear he had not expected things to end so quickly and you watched as his face flushed in embarrassment. It was cute, you decided, though you didn’t have the words to tell him, not with your own orgasm rapidly approaching. 

“Jey,” you whispered, your eyes crossing with ecstasy as he kept his steady pace, his perfect cock brushing against your g-spot every time. 

You were grateful for Jey’s firm grip on your hair, keeping you in position so you didn’t fully collapse on the bed, your muscles shaking with exhaustion from being in the same position for so long. 

“I gotchu, babygirl,” You heard Jey growl from behind you. “I gotchu.” 

He always did. 

You felt the tension building and you knew you couldn’t hold off any longer. 

“Please, Daddy,” The plea was familiar on your lips. “Please, can I come?” 

The Tribal Chief let out a low chuckle, clearly amused to see you falling apart on his cousin’s cock. “You can come, sweetheart.” 

You let out a high-pitched keen, your pussy constricting Jey’s perfect dick inside you as you finally felt the tension snap. Pleasure was rolling across your tired limbs like soft peals of thunder, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. 

The feeling of your release was quick to trigger Jey’s as he slammed deep inside you one final time, a low groan escaping his lips. You felt a warmth spread inside of you as he coated your walls white, your pussy continuing to spasm helplessly around him. 

You wanted to collapse on the bed, but Jey’s unforgiving grip on your hair kept you up, his hips still moving as he pumped the remainder of his seed into you. You obediently kept still, even as overstimulation began to prick at your exhausted limbs, your eyes still shut as the hand in your hair bordered on painful. 

“Shhh, I gotchu, mamas.” Jey’s voice was a balm to your soul, his free arm wrapping around you to keep you from falling as he slowly released his grip on your hair. “There’s a good girl. Such a sweet girl fo’ me, baby.” 

You allowed him to lay you gently down on the mattress, the cool sheets a welcome reprieve against your heated face. You sighed at the feeling, your eyes still dazed and unfocused from the pleasure he’d given you. 

Soft lips were pressed against your temple and when you opened your eyes you saw Jey leaning down beside you, brushing some of the hair from your forehead. The smallest blush was still dotting his copper cheeks, the post-orgasmic bliss still lingering in his sleepy brown eyes. He smiled down at you, unable to resist pressing another kiss to your lips. 

“You okay, baby?” He asked softly, watching you with some concern as you grimaced, your throat and jaw sore from use. You nodded, smiling weakly in the hopes to reassure him. 

He didn’t seem convinced, even as Roman stood from his chair and motioned for Jey to move, taking his place beside you on the bed. 

Roman’s hand was against your cheek again and your heartbeat stuttered at the feeling. It didn’t matter how long you’d belonged to the Tribal Chief, he still managed to make you feel like a blushing schoolgirl every time, his touches and words so sweet and adoring that you could never doubt his conviction. 

“Use your words for me, sweetheart. Are you okay?” 

Roman seemed worried, his thumb brushing across your swollen lips, wiping away some of the drool that had collected there. 

“I’m okay, Daddy,” you whispered, your voice hoarse, and Roman smiled at you, leaning down to brush his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. 

“Still want your Daddy to take care of you?” 

You were relieved that he hadn’t asked you to stop. It didn’t matter that you’d taken the entirety of his Bloodline. It didn’t matter that your knees ached or your throat was sore. All you could think about was how badly you wanted him. And how anxious you were to serve. 

“Yes, please,” You rasped, your hand already reaching out to him. “I need you so bad, Daddy. Please.” 

The Tribal Chief chuckled, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, the gesture tender. “Good girl.” he praised, pressing one final kiss to your forehead. “You just lay here and let your Daddy take care of you, okay, baby?” 

You nodded, watching as Roman moved behind you, his large hands tugging at your hips to pull you back up to your knees. Your joints and muscles protested, but you kept your mouth shut, wanting more than anything to be good, even as Roman’s fingers dug into the same bruises Jey had left behind. 

As the tip of his cock nudged at your already soaked cunt, you felt a strangled noise leave your throat. He was so much thicker than Jey, but he didn’t really stop to give you time to accommodate him, instead allowing your greedy hole to continue to suck him in further. You felt a faint burn at the feeling, though it quickly melted into pleasure, even as your pussy ached from the rough treatment. 

You moved your arms, trying to see if you had the strength to push yourself up, but you were quickly pushed back down, Roman’s large hand pressing your face back into the sheets. “Shhh,” he cooed, still driving his massive length deeper inside you. “Just lay there like a good slut so your Daddy can use you.” 

Your pussy spasmed helplessly at his words and he laughed, leaning over you to watch as your eyes rolled back into your head, your mouth falling open as he filled your cunt so perfectly. 

“Aw, what a sweet girl,” he hummed, though his tone was mocking. “There’s really nothing behind those pretty eyes, is there? Just a little doll for me to play with, aren’t you, honey?” 

You didn’t really have any words for him, not as he kept your face pressed into the mattress, his cock feeling like it was splitting you in half. He finally bottomed out and you felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes, overstimulation threatening to overtake you. Everything was sensitive but he wasn’t giving you any time to adjust, already moving his hips against yours to thrust in and out of you. 

The Tribal Chief set a brutal pace, his fingers digging into your hip as he pistoned in and out of you. You tried to move, tried to crawl away just for a moment in an effort to hold off the oversensitivity now wracking your body, but Roman was quick to pull you back, his pace unfaltering. 

“Now, now,” he tsked, his massive cock now impossibly deep inside you. “None of that, sweetheart. You know what to say if you want this to stop.” 

But you didn’t want this to stop. Not even as your body began to shake and tears began to spill from your eyes. You wanted this. You always wanted this. 

The Tribal Chief laughed as he felt your body go limp beneath him, his pace still perfectly measured, not faltering or slowing even once. As he continued to pound in your oversensitive body, the unmistakable sound of his heavy balls making contact with your sore cunt at every thrust, you were reminded as to why he was the Chief. He fucked like a king, every stroke designed for his own pleasure, every thrust against your g-spot a reminder of generosity. 

He pressed his large hand between your shoulder blades to push you further into the mattress, surveying his prey beneath him as he fucked deeper into your overheated body. Despite the scream of protests from your muscles and the ache in your abused cunt, you could still feel pleasure begin to tingle at the base of your spine, his massive cock somehow wringing ecstasy from your exhausted body. You clenched around him and he laughed, the sound mean. 

“Needy fucking slut,” he growled, slapping your ass again just to hear you yelp. “You gonna come again? Gonna come on your Chief’s dick?” 

You let out a broken sob, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you as you scrabbled for purchase against the expensive sheets. You knew you were close, but you couldn’t find the words to ask for permission, the Tribal Chief’s dick making it impossible to think. 

Roman’s fingers tangled in your hair, tugging painfully on your already sore scalp. “I asked you a question, slut,” he snarled, his thrusts still brutal as he continued to hammer into your g-spot. “Are you gonna come on your Chief’s dick?” 

You nodded weakly in his hold, letting out a whine as Roman pressed your face back into the pool of tears and drool you’d left on the sheets. 

“Then beg me for it.” 

You didn’t dare disobey. “Please, Daddy,” you sobbed, now beginning to dissolve into a writhing, weeping mess. “Please, can I come? Please, please, please.” 

“Come, whore.” 

Your vision went white, no longer in control of your own body as you came. You clamped down on your master’s cock, practically strangling it as your legs finally gave out beneath you, collapsing onto the mattress. You closed your eyes as you pressed your face into the cool sheets, your mind going completely blank even as Roman continued to fuck into your spent body, the feeling almost as excruciating as it was pleasurable. 

You heard the Tribal Chief curse, his hips stuttering against yours as he finally spilled into you, the feeling warm and euphoric. And when he pulled out of you, you whimpered at the feeling, shivering from the pain and pleasure he’d given you. 

“Such a good girl,” You heard Roman murmur, his touch gentle as he ran his hands down your trembling form. “You serve me so well.” 

You felt your body relax at his words, though you quickly tensed again as you felt him spread your legs and run his fingers across your swollen pussy, the feeling causing another broken sob to leave your mouth. 

“Please, Daddy,” you rasped, your voice wrecked. “I can’t…” 

“Hush, baby,” Roman cooed, leaning back to admire the sight of both his and Jey’s come trickle out of your abused hole. You let out a broken gasp as Roman reached up to push the come back into you, tears glistening on your lashes at the feeling. It was all too much. 

Still, you made no effort to move away, no matter how intense the feeling was. The Tribal Chief chuckled, his thick fingers still pressing into you to ensure you didn’t waste a single drop. 

“And what do you say after your Tribal Chief has used you, pretty girl?” 

It was the easiest answer in the world. “Thank you, Daddy.” 

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