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Coulda Been Love | J.U

Images are not mine, credit to the owners.

Pairings: Jey Uso / Black Fem. OC (Bambi)

Warnings: RPF, strong language and smut (fingering and unprotected p in v). Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: A dating competition where hot singles vie for Joshua Fatu's heart and a hefty cash reward, sign Bambi up.

A/N: Another story the next daaaayyy????! Can you tell the shackles of writer's block has been lifted lmaoooo.

It all started with a promotional video that blared from her laptop on a random Saturday, the volume was cranked high enough to annoy her roommate, Justina, who had been pointedly slamming the kitchen cupboard doors.

"Are YOU ready to find love... and fortune?" a gleaming smile asked from the screen.

It then cut to a montage of impossibly attractive people laughing, swimming in turquoise waters, and clinking champagne glasses. Bambi rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the advert. The object of their affection, the prize, the alpha and omega of the televised circus, was none other than Joshua Fatu.

“Who’s that?” Justina asked, she finally decided to move closure to Bambi-Rose, with a dish towel slung over her shoulder as she peered at the screen. “He looks like he irons his abs.”

Joshua Fatu did, indeed, look like he meticulously maintained every single muscle on his body. He had caramel skin that was adorned with tribal tattoos, his teeth blindingly white, eyes that promised... something. Bambi wasn’t entirely sure what.

“Apparently, he’s some WWE Superstar,” Bambi said, scrolling through the application details. “And he’s lonely, and needs a girlfriend. It says he is willing to pay a woman fifty thousand dollars to pretend she likes him.”

“Fifty grand? For putting up with Mr. Abs for a few weeks?!” Justina whistled. “Sign me up!”

“Bambi snorted, “They’re looking for ‘genuine connections’ and ‘long lasting relationships’. I doubt they want someone who just wants a paycheck.”

"Honey, everyone wants a paycheck," Justina retorted, snatching a grape from a nearby bowl. "You just have to be good at making them think you want something else."

And Justina was right. Bambi did want a paycheck. Badly. Her freelance graphic design business was, fluctuating - to put it mildly. Fifty thousand dollars could pay off her student loans, get her a decent new laptop, and maybe even leave her with enough to finally take that pottery class she'd been dreaming about. She studied Joshua's picture again. He was undeniably attractive. But there was something undeniably… arrogant about him. The way he held himself, that slight smirk playing on his lips, the unwavering confidence in his eyes. He knew he was good looking. He knew he was rich. He knew women would throw themselves at him.

That is way precisely, Bambi decided, she would apply.

"I'm doing it," Bambi announced.

Justina grinned, "Atta girl! What do you have to lose? Except your dignity, maybe. But hey, dignity doesn't pay the rent."

Bambi spent the next few hours filling out the application. The application process was gruelling. Personality quizzes, video submissions, essays about her ‘ideal relationship’. Bambi almost gave up several times, convinced she wasn’t vapid enough to make the cut. But she persevered, crafting a carefully curated persona: the quirky artist with a hidden depth, the woman who valued intelligence and humour as much as physical appearance.

Weeks later, an email arrived that made her heart leap.

"Congratulations! You have been selected…"

She was in. Bambi Rose Marino would be competing for Joshua Fatu's heart, and a hefty cash reward, on Netflix, one of the biggest streaming platforms in the world.

The ‘Coulda Been Love’ mansion was everything she expected: opulent, absurd, and teeming with beautiful, ambitious women. Bambi felt a surge of competition, a jolt of adrenaline. She was surrounded by polished professionals, women who probably spent more on their hair extensions and wigs than Bambi made in a month. The air in the mansion hummed with a nervous energy, a cocktail of expensive perfume and simmering ambition. Chandeliers dripped light onto a throng of women, each a carefully curated masterpiece of makeup, hair, and strategically chosen attire. They were all vying for one thing: Joshua.

Then Joshua walked in, radiating charm and self-assuredness, and in that moment Bambi understood. This wasn't just a dating show; it was a performance. And Joshua was the leading man. He circulated through the room, shaking hands, offering compliments, his eyes lingering just a fraction too long on each woman. Bambi watched him from across the room, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Around her, other contestants – models, actresses, social media influencers – giggled and preened, each trying to outdo the other with their carefully constructed allure. Bambi found it all utterly predictable.

She wasn't like them. She didn't have their established platforms, their armies of followers. She was an underdog, a wildcard. But she had something they didn't: a burning, unyielding hunger to win. She knew what she wanted, and she wouldn't let anything, or anyone, stand in her way. When Joshua reached Bambi, he paused, a flicker of something that might have been genuine interest in his eyes.

"Bambi," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I saw your video. You seem… different."

"Different how?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled, "In a good way. Less… manufactured. More… real."

Bambi almost choked. Real? She was practically a walking, talking fabrication. But she played along, offering a shy smile. "I try to be."

The first few days were a blur of cocktail parties where forced smiles and catty remarks were the main course, awkward dates filmed under the relentless gaze of cameras, group activities designed to showcase their ‘personalities’ and whispered conversations in the mansion's sprawling gardens. Joshua was everything she expected: charming, witty, and self-absorbed. He talked about his work, his travels, his philanthropy (which, Bambi suspected, was mostly for show). He rarely asked about her.

The other women were relentless in their pursuit of him. They flirted, they fawned, they strategically ‘bumped’ into him in the hallways. Bambi found herself increasingly disgusted by the whole charade. However, Bambi had played her own cards, but more subtly. She'd laughed at Joshua's jokes, complimented his outfits, even feigned a shared interest in vintage cars – a topic she knew absolutely nothing about. One evening, during a particularly vapid poolside gathering, Bambi found herself sitting alone, staring at the shimmering water, she felt a presence beside her.

"Mind if I join you?"

It was Joshua. He was holding a glass of something amber, and his usual practiced smile seemed a little… strained.

"Suit yourself," Bambi said, not bothering to look at him.

"You seem… unimpressed," he said after a moment of silence.

"Is that surprising?"

He took a sip of his drink, "Most women are… enthusiastic."

"Maybe I'm not like most women."

He turned to face her, his eyes searching, "What do you want, Bambi?"

She finally met his gaze, "The truth."

He laughed, a short, humourless sound, "You're asking for a lot."

"I think I deserve it."

He hesitated, then sighed, "Okay. The truth is… this is all ridiculous."

"Agreed." Bambi nodded.

"My marketing team thought it would be a great way to boost my image. Find a 'genuine connection' on national television. It's a fairytale for the 21st century," Joshua said.

"And are you finding a genuine connection?"

He looked away, his gaze fixed on the pool, "I don't know. Everyone seems to be playing a role."

"Including you?" Bambi asked

He finally turned back to look at her, his eyes suddenly vulnerable, "Especially me."

Bambi saw something beyond the polished exterior, the carefully crafted persona. She saw a lonely, insecure man hiding behind a wall of wealth and arrogance.

"So, what's the real Joshua Fatu like?" she asked softly.

He shrugged, "Confused. Probably a bit of a mess. Definitely not as confident as he pretends to be."

As the next few days progressed on, Bambi found herself spending more and more time with Joshua Fatu, not on camera, but in stolen moments, late at night, when the other women were asleep. They talked about their fears, their dreams, their insecurities. She learned that he was actually a surprisingly decent guy, underneath all the layers of money and ego. And he, in turn, seemed genuinely interested in her art, her passions, her slightly cynical view of the world.

She clenched her thighs together in anticipation, she wanted him to move his large hands further up her thighs, and touch her. Joshua gently edged his hand up her thigh and under her oversized t-shirt. He began by rubbing his hand up and down her thigh, pushing the hem of the shirt further up with each stroke. He knew what he was doing, and it took everything in her to withhold her whimpers. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but it was too late – he already knew.

“Look at you, being all good for daddy, huh?” Joshua whispered, she bit her lip and nodded back a little too eagerly. “God, you’re so perfect.”

Joshua finally touched her pussy, rubbing his calloused fingertips against her clit gently. She felt her head lull back onto the silk pillows, her eyes beginning to roll back from the sensation. Joshua smirked as he shoved two fingers into her sopping pussy, curling his digits. She shivered in pleasure as a few tears formed from the stimulation. She placed one of her hands around his wrist, attempting to ground herself, if that was even possible. Joshua removed his fingers from her pussy, completely soaked and covered in her essence. She moaned in protest, she hated how much of a tease he was.

Joshua leaned down and kissed her, his hands grabbed her face and pulled her deeper into the kiss. Their lips moved together, both their tongues diving into the other’s mouth. She reached from his shoulders and pulled him closer. His lips migrated from her lips and travelled down to her neck, licking and sucking, making sure to leave a bruise for the other women to see. Once Joshua noticed the deep and dark bruise on her collarbone, he sat on his knees, admiring his handywork. Joshua then lifted her onto him, shifting around so she was straddling him, whilst he was laying down on the bed.

He placed his hands on her hips, as he guided his cock into her wet pussy. She quivered when she felt his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He pushed it in slightly, allowing his cock to stretch her.

“You gonna take it all, baby,” Joshua instructed, he pulled his hips back, before thrusting forward.

She moaned, feeling completely delirious as he started to thrust in and out of her pussy. With each thrust her body jolted upwards, then came back down to meet his fierce thrusts again. She was beginning to choke on her own moans, pulsating around his cock.

“Joshu...-” she began, but stopped when she felt him switch the tempo.

Joshua moaned at how tight she was, his pace was now deep and hard, thrusting again and again inside her sensitive pussy. The pace was becoming more brutal, as they both cased their orgasms. She cried in pleasure, convulsing from the intense orgasm......

Bambi stirred in her sleep as the dream progressed.

As the finale approached, Bambi felt a growing sense of unease. She knew that Joshua was expected to "choose" someone, to stage a grand romantic gesture for the cameras. And she knew that whatever happened, it would all be a lie. On the final night, in front of a live studio audience, Joshua stood on a platform, holding a single red rose. He looked at the two remaining contestants, their faces tight with anticipation. He looked at the cameras, his expression carefully neutral.

Then, his eyes met Bambi's. And she knew.

"I can't do this," he said, his voice amplified through the speakers. "I can't pretend that this is real. I came here hoping to find something genuine, but all I've found is… manufactured drama."

The audience gasped. The producers backstage were probably having heart attacks. But Joshua didn't care.

"I'm not going to choose anyone," he continued. "Because I haven't made a genuine connection with anyone… except maybe one person."

He stepped off the platform and walked towards Bambi, the red rose still in his hand.

"Bambi," he said, stopping in front of her. "I know this is crazy. And I know this isn't how it's supposed to happen. But I'd like to get to know the real you. Without the cameras, without the pressure, without the… fortune."

He offered her the rose. Bambi stared at it for a long moment, then looked up at him.

"So, no fifty thousand dollars?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

He smiled, a genuine, unforced smile, "Afraid not. Just me, uce. And the promise of a really good pottery class."

Bambi took the rose, "I think I can live with that."

The cameras zoomed in, capturing the moment for posterity. But for Bambi, it wasn't about the cameras, or the money, or the fame. It was about something real, something unexpected, something that had blossomed in the midst of all the artifice. Maybe, just maybe, she had found love. Or maybe she had just found a really interesting story to tell. Either way, Bambi Rose Marino knew that her life was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

THE END.

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thesilenthill · 4 days ago

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Parte After Parte | J.U

Images are not mine, credit to the owners.

Pairings: Jey Uso / Black Fem. OC (Clementine)

Warnings: RPF, strong language and smut (oral - m receiving). Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: Clementine attends WrestleMaina After Dark with the sole intention of congratulating, her new World Heavyweight Champion.

The pulse of the Las Vegas nightclub hammered against her chest the moment the heavy velvet ropes parted. It wasn't just the bass from the colossal speakers that vibrated through the air, but the sheer energy of the hundreds of people celebrating, shouting, spilling expensive drinks, and basking in the electric afterglow of WrestleMania 41. Clementine felt like she’d stepped into a different dimension – one where the usual rules of gravity and volume seemed suspended.

She clutched her small evening bag, taking a deep breath of air thick with ozone, sweat, and expensive perfume. Finally, here. She'd flown in late, missing the monumental night one, a decision that had gnawed at her more than she'd expected. But she was here now, for night two and, more importantly, for this – the official after party where the newly minted champions would hold court. And her champion, her Josh, would be at the very epicentre of it all.

Navigating the surging crowd was like swimming upstream through a human river. Everyone seemed to be moving with a purposeful, if slightly inebriated, momentum. Waiters expertly weaved through the throng with trays of glittering cocktails, while security guards stood like impassive statues at strategic points. Clementine spotted a few familiar faces from the wrestling world – commentators laughing loudly, other wrestlers looking slightly less bruised than they had hours ago, their partners clinging to them like anchors.

She scanned the sprawling, multi-level space, the lights flashing in time with the deafening music. Her eyes darted towards the elevated VIP sections, roped off like gilded cages where the true royalty of the squared circle often retreated. That’s where Josh would be. He hated being cooped up, preferred to be amongst people, but tonight, surrounded by the weight of his achievement, he might be corralled into a more secure spot.

A wave of nervousness, mixed with fierce pride, washed over her. She hadn’t seen him, properly seen him, since he’d left for Vegas days ago. Texts and rushed calls had been their only connection during the whirlwind of the event. She'd watched his match on a grainy livestream in a quiet hotel room a thousand miles away, screaming herself hoarse when the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time. Seeing him holding that belt, the one he’d worked his entire adult life for, had brought unexpected tears to her eyes. He looked different, even though the screen – taller, stronger, somehow more...complete.

She finally reached the edge of a slightly less packed area near a bar and leaned against a cool, mirrored pillar, letting her eyes adjust and her heart rate slow. The air was cooler here, thanks to a vent churning out chilled air, offering a brief respite. She pulled out her phone, the screen a tiny, fragile rectangle in the overwhelming darkness and light. Clementine sent a quick text, just to let him know she was inside.

Here. Where r u?

Almost instantly, a reply buzzed back.

VIP section, main level, near the back overlookin’ the dance floor. Look for the big gold belt. Yeeeet 🤣🤣

A faint smile touched her lips. Even here, amidst this chaos and triumph, he was still just Joshua – a little bit goofy, entirely himself. She pushed off the pillar, resuming her quest. The VIP area was exactly where he said, guarded by a burly bouncer checking credentials. Clementine gave her name and was waved through. Stepping inside the VIP enclosure felt like entering a different sphere of the same party. The music was still loud, but conversation were actually possible. The lighting was softer, focused on plush seating areas and tables laden with bottles. And there he was.

Josh stood out even in this exclusive crowd. Not just because of the dazzling gleam of the World Heavyweight Championship belt slung casually over his shoulder, catching the ambient light like a third sun. He stood out because he was the moment. People gravitated towards him, shaking his hand, clapping him on the back, shouting congratulations that he accepted with genuine gratitude, his face split in a wide, tired, but incredibly happy grin.

He was talking to a legendary veteran of the sport, animatedly gesturing, his eyes bright with a mixture of exhaustion and elation. His tapered mullet was damp, his face still bore the faint marks of battle, and the t-shirt he wore strained slightly across his powerful shoulders, a testament to the physique crafted through years of punishing work.

Clementine paused at the edge of the small group surrounding him, content for a moment just to watch him, witness his victory in this tangible way. The pride swelled again, warm and potent in her chest. This wasn't just a belt; it was the culmination of everything – the sacrifices, the injuries, the doubt, the relentless grind, the belief they had shared in quiet moments, whispered promises of this very night.

He saw her then. His eyes, which had been sparkling with the energy of the conversation, suddenly softened and focused entirely on her. The broad grin shifted, becoming more personal, more intimate. He excused himself from the group, the veteran clapping him on the back one last time before turning to someone else.

"My hearty!" He called out to her over the din, his voice roughened slightly by dehydration and shouting. He didn't just walk towards her; he strode, cutting through the space separating them as if drawn by an invisible cord.

When he reached her, he didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug that lifted her slightly off her feet. The hug wasn't just a greeting, it was a torrent of pent-up emotion – relief, joy, exhaustion, and the simple comfort of having her finally there. He smelled faintly of sweat, cologne, and the indescribable metallic tang of adrenaline that still lingered.

"You're here," he murmured into her hair, holding her close. The belt, heavy and solid, pressed against her hip.

"I'm here," she confirmed, burying her face in his neck, breathing him in. Everything outside this hug faded away for a precious few seconds. The noise, the crowds, the flashing lights – it all became a distant hum.

He finally set her down, holding her at arm's length, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes tracing her face as if memorising it all over again.

"I missed you," he said, his voice lowering. "God, I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby," she said, her voice slightly thick with emotion. "I am so, so proud of you." She reached up, her fingers tracing the familiar line of his jaw, rough with stubble. "You did it. You actually did it."

His smile widened, a genuine, open expression of pure happiness that wasn't for the cameras or the fans, but just for her. "We did it, Clem. You were with me every step."

He pulled her closer again, not a hug this time, but keeping her securely by his side, one arm draped possessively around her waist. The weight of the belt on his shoulder felt almost symbolic, a new kind of burden they would share. People continued to approach, offering congratulations, wanting photos, and Josh handled it all with practiced ease, his arm tightening around Clementine when necessary, subtly signalling she was his, and off-limits from the general frenzy.

It was overwhelming. The sheer volume of attention, the constant demands on his time and energy. Clementine watched him, saw the fatigue behind his bright eyes, the slight strain in his smile as the tenth person snapped a flash photo. She understood, implicitly, the new shape their life would take. This wasn’t just a job anymore; it was a phenomenon, a constant performance played out on a global stage. And being his partner meant navigating this world with him, being his quiet harbour in the storm.

"So, what's it like?" she asked when they had a brief lull, leaning her head against his shoulder, trying to block out some of the noise. "Being the champ?"

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Surreal. Heavy. And... incredible. I still don't think it's fully sunk in." He looked down at the belt. "This thing is heavier than it looks, by the way."

"I bet," she smiled, touching the cool metal plates. It was magnificent, undeniably.

He leaned his head down, his lips brushing her temple. "I wish you'd been there."

"Me too, baby. More than you know. Watching it on the stream... it wasn't the same. But nothing could have kept me from tonight."

He squeezed her waist. "Good. Couldn't have celebrated properly without you, ma."

The celebration was in full swing, a swirling vortex of noise and lights. Clementine saw his handlers hovering nearby, keeping a watchful eye. Other wrestlers, some friends, family, some rivals, came over to offer genuine or performative congratulations. The energy was infectious, intoxicating. But amidst the revelry, Clementine felt a different kind of pull – the quiet need for connection with him, away from the performance.

She caught his eye, communicating without words, they shared an understanding – the joy of the moment, yes, but also the underlying exhaustion, the desire for something quieter, something more private. He read it perfectly. Josh had always been attuned to her, a quiet strength that anchored her. Now, even amplified by his new status, that connection remained, perhaps even deepened.

He subtly steered her towards one of the quieter corners of the VIP section, a semi-circular booth tucked away from the main thoroughfare. They sank into the plush seating, offering a small measure of privacy. A waiter appeared instantly, asking what they wanted to drink. Josh ordered a water, Clementine a glass of champagne, feeling like she finally deserved a toast to his achievement.

The music was still pounding, but here, they could actually talk without shouting. He kicked off his shoes under the table with a sigh of relief.

"My feet are killing me, man."

"Probably from carrying that much gold around," Clementine teased softly.

He grinned, resting his arm on the back of the booth behind her head. "Could be. Or from runnin’ on pure adrenaline for the last 48 hours." He looked at her, the exhaustion more visible now that the immediate demands had lessened. "I haven't slept properly since Thursday."

Clementine's heart ached a little for him. This wasn't just glory; it was taxing, demanding. This, she realised, was part of that duty of care – not just celebrating with him, but seeing him, truly seeing him, and offering him the comfort and respite he needed. Being the anchor when he was adrift in the whirlwind.

"We'll get you some rest soon," she promised, reaching for his hand across the table. His fingers closed around hers, warm and strong.

They talked then, snippets of conversation snatched amidst the noise. He recounted moments from the match, the roar of the crowd, the feeling when the final bell rang. Clementine told him about watching at home, the anxiety, the triumph. They talked about the future, the sudden, exhilarating uncertainty of what being champion would bring. More travel, more pressure, more time apart. It was exciting and a little daunting, all at once.

Hours melted away in the exhilarating, exhausting blur of the after party. More people came and went, offering congratulations, wanting photos with Josh and his belt. He was gracious and patient, but Clementine saw the subtle signs of fatigue creeping in – the way his smile didn't quite reach his eyes sometimes, the slight slump of his shoulders when he thought no one was looking.

The energy of the nightclub remained high, but for Clementine, the pull towards a different kind of energy, a more intimate connection, grew stronger. She looked at Josh, her Joshua, sitting there, the world champion, but still the man she loved, the man who needed quiet comfort as much as public adulation.

She leaned closer to him, her voice low, almost a whisper against the backdrop of the music. "Josh," she said, her fingers tracing patterns on the back of his hand. "Are you... are you ready to get out of here?"

His eyes met hers, and the weariness was replaced by a spark, something ancient and familiar that existed only between the two of them. He understood. The desire to escape the performance, the noise, the crowds, and find a space where they could just be together, privately. Celebrate their victory not with the world, but with each other.

"More than anything," he murmured back, his thumb stroking her hand. "I just... I just want a quiet moment. With you."

He looked around the packed VIP section, the flashing lights reflecting in his tired eyes. The cheers, the laughter, the constant demands. It was his moment, his triumph, but it was also overwhelming. He needed her. He needed the quiet comfort she provided, the understanding that went beyond championship belts and flashing lights.

"Okay," Clementine said softly, squeezing his hand. "Let's find a way."

Getting out was another ordeal, a reverse flux through the human tide. Josh, with the belt finally resting on his shoulder, was still a magnet. Handlers cleared a path, security guards were suddenly more vigilant, and every few steps, another fan or peer stopped him. Clementine stayed close by his side, a silent, supportive presence, navigating the final stretch through the throng, her hand linked with his.

They finally spilled out into the relative quiet of the hallway leading away from the main club, the bass still rumbling faintly behind the thick doors. The air was suddenly cooler, calmer. Josh let out a long sigh, the tension visibly draining from his shoulders.

He turned to her, his expression softer now, the public face melting away. His quiet refuge in the storm. The mutual support, the understanding, the shared journey that led them to this point, and the solace they found in each other's presence when the world became too loud.

He reached out and gently pushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender. "Thank you for being here, Clem," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Seriously. It means everything."

"Always," she replied, leaning into his touch.

The hallway was empty, deserted save for them. A sliver of quiet amidst the chaos. He looked at her, the triumphant champion, but also the man she loved, tired and triumphant, standing there with the symbol of his life's work slung across his chest.

A slow smile spread across his face, a smile that was just for her, full of anticipation and relief. "Now," he said, leaning closer, his voice dropping further, "let the real after party begin.”

Josh leaned down and cupped her chin before tilting her face up to meet his. He placed his lips softly against her own, then slid his tongue between her lips. The kiss was slow, his lips moved against her own with a patience that was wearing thin for the both of them. Josh wanted to devour her, but he held back, he wanted to savour the moment. It had been a while since he had touched her, and he wanted to make the moment last. Clementine shivered slightly from the contact, a soft gasp escaping her lips when his hands grabbed her ass.

Josh was the first to break away from the kiss, and on her own accord, Clementine slipped down to kneel in front of him. Josh spread his legs apart slowly and she reached out towards his bulge in his trousers. Her hands then drifted towards the waistband of his trousers and she started to unbutton them. Josh closed his eyes when her fingers wrapped around his cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. Clementine leaned forward, when he felt the warmth of her tongue against his skin it caused him to shudder. Josh gently tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements as she ventured further down his cock.

His fingers tightened its grip in her hair when she engulfed him completely. Josh groaned and allowed his head to dip back as the pleasure from her warm mouth coursed through him.

“Ffffuuuucccckkkk,” he moaned.

Josh opened his eyes and looked down at her, she looked so beautiful on her knees, a sight he missed dearly when he was on the road. Clementine swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She ran her tongue along the sweet spot along the underside of his cock, flicking against the underside of the head, before shoving him deeper into her mouth again. Josh’s hips twitched upwards, she knew he was close. A soft curse slipped past his lips as she continued to suck him off.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, and that was the tipping point for him. Josh didn’t want to come undone yet, he didn’t want this to end just yet. Josh pulled her off of him quickly, as she swallowed her saliva and caught her breath. Clementine slowly sat on the back of her heels as she looked up at him, slightly confused.

"Get up, ma,” Josh instructed. “We gotta go, before we get banned from another nightclub. There’s only some much self restraint I have.”

THE END.

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thesilenthill · 4 days ago

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Imagine This……

As soon as Josh was by himself, his fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, looking for her. The rush from his match against Gunther, still very much present and running through his veins. His eyes were glued to the softly illuminated screen as he located her name. His other hand was already shoving his cargo trousers down.

Josh’s head fell back against the couch he was sitting on, as he dipped his hand under the waistbands of his cargos and boxers, his soul focus was hearing her sweet voice. He didn’t care that his family were waiting to celebrate with him, he had important business to attend to first. Josh’s heartbeat quickened and his thick long fingers dragged down his happy trail.

The dial tone seemed never ending, as he waited to hear her voice congratulating him on his win. Josh’s hand tightened its grip around his cock, which was becoming harder with each second that passed. He closed his eyes shut when he heard her voice through the speakerphone, causing his cock to jolt.

“Josh!” she shrieked through the phone. “Congrats baby, you did so well. Five moves of doom, who?”

Josh gripped his cock harder at the sound of her voice, and the pad of his thumb smeared the beads of precum along the tip of his cock.

“Ma…..” Josh said, his voice coming out as a desperate plea. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

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thesilenthill · 4 days ago

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Imagine This……

“Josh!” she shrieked through the phone. “Congrats baby, you did so well. Five moves of doom, who?”

Josh gripped his cock harder at the sound of her voice, and the pad of his thumb smeared the beads of precum along the tip of his cock.

“Ma…..” Josh said, his voice coming out as a desperate plea. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

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thesilenthill · 6 days ago

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༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it.

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck.

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside.

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body.

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off.

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all.

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you.

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

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