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3eyesdivine · 27 days

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Carnalis

as requested.

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

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

Perhaps, He'd fit her perfectly..

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

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

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

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

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

You in yo office, ma?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iamknicole · 10 months

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Chapter One

A/N: This is the beginning of Zilla and Moriah's journey. It may be a little choppy but it'll get smoother starting with the next chapter! Excuse any errors I missed! Enjoy!

Warnings: Angst, implied smut, cursing, 18+ only

Prologue

Laughter, singing, and kids screaming happily outside the house could be heard inside. The Fatu family were no strangers to a good barbecue and never needed a reason to have one but this one was special. An honor must of them honestly thought they would never get. But while all the fun was had on the outside, half of the guests of honor was in the bedroom.

"It already started, Mama, like two hours ago. You said you were coming."

"Okay so if I already told you that I'm coming then why call me, Moriah?"

"Because you're not here yet, Mama. You're never late, you hate being late." She huffed.

The door opened catching Moriah's attention, Zilla slipped in closing the door behind himself. He mouthed "who that?" to her to which she put the call on speaker.

"Moriah, please. It's a barbecue, those things never end. I'll get there when I get there."

Again, Moriah huffed. "Just please come soon, Mama."

"I will now stop frowning. You're gonna wrinkle."

To that Moriah rolled her eyes then mouthed for Zilla to speak to her. He hesitated for a moment until his saw her brow raise.

"What's goin' on, Ms. Nadine? How you doin'?"

Nadine grunted audibly. "Hello, Isayah. I'm doing well. And you?"

Moriah put the call on mute for a second, "Please don't. You know she is." She took the call off mute.

"Good to hear that, ma'am. I'm well also."

"I'm sure. Moriah?"

"Ma'am?"

"Don't call again unless something is wrong. I'll get there when I get there."

Zilla waited for her to get off the phone then did it from her hands and into the pocket of his basketball shorts. He pulled her up from the bed then moved his hands to her waist, holding her body against his. She stared up at him with a frown on her face.

"Talk to Zilla. Tell Zilla what's wrong."

"She's being annoying, she's gonna wait until way later to come and when she does come she's gonna act all stank."

He pecked her lips. "Since you know that's how she gon act then it's a good thing she's not coming until later. You still got time to enjoy yourself. Right?"

She mocked him playfully. "Yeah but it's been a year, she shouldn't still be acting like that about us being together."

"I appreciate that you upset about how she feel about me but don't. Ms. Nadine ain't liked me since we was kids, man," he laughed, "And me going away ain't help that shit. She may not ever like me and you gotta be aight with that never changing or that shit gon eat at you and ruin us. Feel me?"

Moriah scrunched her face up at him, "They send your ass to therapy a few times and now you Dr. Phil. Get on my nerves making sense."

He laughed heartily, one of his hands coming up to clutch his chest. "You got jokes but I'm forreal. I'm good whether she with us or not. As long as I got you and you got me, we got all we need. Aight?"

"Aight, Zay."

His hands moved down to her ass, giving it a tight grip."That's right. Gimmie kiss so we can get out there, the fam was looking for you."

"Thought we were gonna have to come looking for yall. Yall was hidin? Tryna make babies?" Jacob asked jokingly from the grill.

Moriah thumped his neck as she passed him. "Hush up. Ain't nobody making no babies. Mama, get him!"

Laughing, Leata looked up from the bubbles she was opening for the kids.

"Leave them alone, Jacob. No babies for them right now, they have more important things to do."

Zilla went to bump shoulders playfully with him, "I ain't been in there but like five minutes. It take a whole lot longer than that. Ain't that right, Fat?"

Moriah stared at him, trying to hold her laughter as her cheeks heated up. "You're embarrassing, stop talking to me."

"Moriah," Leata called out, "Sau ia ma ua."

After giving Zilla a kiss, Moriah followed Leata to a quiet corner of the backyard. The two of them hadn't been able to talk as much as they're used to with them trying to get all the last minute things together for the barbecue and all the company wanting to speak to them respectively.

"Yes ma'am?"

"Just wanted to talk to you before things get really hectic," she explained, watching everybody else, "This past year has been the best that Zilla has had in years. Literally years. And having you by his side has been amazing to see. You two have always worked so well together."

Listening intently, Moriah never took her eyes off of the older woman. She wanted to soak in all of her words, not miss a beat. Their relationship is something she has always treasured.

"I've been there with you both as you both have been building up to this moment. I've been there to support, to help, to hold, to referee," she joked, making them both laugh, "But now you two are about to be on the other side of the country doing your things that you've worked so hard far and I won't be there physically. Although I am only one call away, you two have to remember that all you have is each other."

Moriah spoke softly, "Yes ma'am."

"Eventually you'll build a circle that you both can lean on when necessary but for now it's Zilla and Fat, Fat and Zilla. When my son is too stubborn to remember that, because he will be," she chuckled, "You remind him of that. Remind him of what you're both fighting for and where you both came from."

"I will. He's gonna hate hearing it repeatedly," she laughed, "But I'm gonna tell him, Ma."

Leata finally turned her gaze to Moriah, tears in her eyes that she didn't let fall and a smile on her face. "You both are gonna do amazing, I'll visit whenever I can and remember that alcohol cancels out your birth control."

The sun was nearly setting by the time Nadine made an appearance, unfortunately for her though barbecue had only slowed a little. She entered through the backyard gate, carrying a medium sized gift bag and a slight frown on her face. Her eyes scanned the yard until they landed on her daughter, her frown lifted slightly seeing Moriah.

"Nadine, I'm glad you could make it. You can sit the gift on the table if you'd like," Leata offered as she approached.

Nadine shook her head. "Thank you but no, I wanna give it to her myself. You decorated nicely, I like it."

"I can't take all the credit, Rye helped me out with it. Listen, can we talk before you speak to them?"

Although Nadine didn't want to, she obliged. She didn't really have an issue with Leata, not a big one anyway. She followed Leata into the house and into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the breakfast table.

"She's been looking for you all day, wondering when you were gonna show up."

"She so dramatic," Nadine chuckled, "I told that girl I was coming. Is that what you wanted to talk about? 23 years old and acting like this, yet she's getting ready to move across the country. Tuh."

Leata sat quietly for a moment trying to choose her words carefully as not to upset Nadine. "I get it, she's your only baby and she's growing up, moving away … it's difficult to deal with. He's not my only but he is my baby so I get feeling apprehensive about the whole move. What makes me feel better is knowing that they're gonna have each other."

"Her leaving doesn't make me apprehensive. I expected her to leave and take on a career." Nadine explained flatly. "But what I am apprehensive about and what I did not expect is my daughter making this move because of your son. Making this move with nothing but one car, their clothes and a few personal items."

"Moriah is not making this move because of my son, Nadine. Moriah and Zilla made this decision together after he'd been offered a contract." Leata snapped back. "She may not have a job yet but it'll come. Any hospital would be happy to have her. And yeah they may not have a lot of material items but they have somewhere to lay their heads at night."

The two women calmly went back and forth for the next ten minutes about their children and their plan. Neither planned on backing down from their positions but were able to keep it respectful, which was the hardest for Leata. She couldn't understand why Nadine was so against their relationship and their move. Jacob had walked in on the conversation then walked right back, he let Moriah know that her mother had made it.

"Who knows how long they've been in there," Moriah groaned. "Let me get in there. You coming, babe?"

A part of him wanted to say no but he knew he couldn't let her go alone so he nodded.

"But listen calm down before you get in there. You was havin' a good time, enjoyin' yourself until you found out she was here. Don't let her ruin your mood like that. Aight? Promise me."

"But I," Zilla raising his brows stopped her, "Okay, I promise. I'm calm."

Nodding, Zilla turned his girlfriend around and gently guided her towards the house. When they got inside, the mothers were still going back and forth which made Moriah internally groan.

"Hey, Mama. You look petty."

Getting up from her chair, Nadine finally smiled as she hugged her daughter tight. Zilla and Leata watched them, making eye contact with each other when they realized Moriah held her hands at her side for most of the hug. Nadine let her go, checking out the outfit.

"Thank you. You look cute, showing those legs today I see."

"Thanks. I know you see Zilla behind me, Mama."

"Hmm," she glanced at the young man then stepped around her daughter to hug him briefly, "Of course I did. Couldn't miss him, he's attached to your hip. How are you, Isayah?"

He chuckled, ignoring her slight shade. "I'm good, Ms. Nadine. I do be attached to her hip, if I could get in her skin I'd be there too I can't lie. How you doing though? You good? You aight, Ms. Nadine?"

"I just bet you would. I'm fine, Isaiah." She huffed turning back to her daughter. "Did you tell your father about your big move?"

"Told him when I told you. He excited about it, Mama. I wish you would be too." She admitted honestly.

"Well don't waste a wish on that cause it won't ever happen."

Moriah knew she promised her boyfriend that she would be calm and relaxed but her mother was grating her last nerve into dust. She punched the bridge of her nose momentarily. "Why are you being such a butt about this, Ma? Just be happy for me, even if you don't like him do it for me."

"Moriah DeBreaux, did you just call me an ass? Absolutely not, ma'am. Unacceptable."

"Well that's what you're acting like. I would like for you to be happy for me," she stressed. "We're leaving in the morning and you can't even try to act happy."

Watching her daughter with a brow raised, Nadine waited until she was sure Moriah was done. She stepped closer to her daughter, maintaining eye contact.

"I love you, Moriah. I love you so much that I don't wanna see you ruin your life but I wish you and him luck on your move. I hope that I'm wrong and it's everything you ever wanted." A faint smile showed on Moriah's face as she readied herself to hug her mother but was stopped. Zilla moved to stand behind his girlfriend, putting his hands on her shoulders and Leata watched from her seat at the breakfast table. "However, if I'm right and you realize that this move and this relationship was a terrible decision like I said it was, you are always welcome back home with me. I won't even say I told you so."

"It's probably best if you leave, Nadine. That's enough." Leata spoke softly. "They're leaving at 5 tomorrow morning if you would like to see them off."

Before leaving Nadine gave Moriah her gift, Leata excused herself so the young couple could talk. Knowing she was down, Zilla massaged her shoulders quietly giving her space to talk when she was ready. It was no secret to anyone in their lives how Nadine felt about him and the relationship, it was also no secret about the way Nadine's feeling made Moriah feel. While it was no skin off Zilla's back, his girlfriend's feelings mattered to him.

"She could've just turned down the invite. Hell, I shouldn't have even invited her and all of this would've been avoided," she expressed into the air. "I see why my dad got outta that house."

Zilla hummed, letting her know he was listening. She chuckled humorlessly as she opened the gift bag making him peer over her shoulder into the bag.

"What's that?"

Moriah started to take the items out of the bag, sitting them on the table. "Ring doorbell, a set of towels and washcloths, and a box of condoms that wouldn't fit you if we tried."

He chuckled a bit, "Damn so she don't think I can keep you safe or clean and my dick small. Damn, that's fucked up."

She couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she turned to face her boyfriend. Taking his face into her hands, she pulled him down to kiss him through her laughs.

"I guess so but we know better."

He pecked her lips a few times then reached for the box of condoms, studying the box with a slight smirk on his face. "She really looked at me and said extra small. That shit wild. What you told her, Fat?"

The way her eyes lit up as she threw her head back and laughed, made him laugh with her. He loved to see that smile on her face, he'd do whatever he could to keep it there.

"I ain't tell her nothing, Zay. Especially not that. I'm not even sure an extra small would fit on your finger,"

"Shid, let's find out," he laughed, opening the box. He pulled one out, bringing it to his mouth to tear it open without missing the look on her face. "What? What you lookin at me like that for?"

She scrunched her face, feeling her body heat up a little. "I don't think I've ever seen you open a condom before, that's all."

"It's usually already open," he shrugged, tossing the paper onto the counter once he got the condom out, "You like that?"

She nodded slowly. "Yup."

"Noted," he responded, focused on balancing the condom on his index finger, "Roll it down fa' me, Fat."

The intrusive thoughts were getting to her but she pushed them aside to do what he asked. Carefully, she rolled it down his finger not being able to hold her giggles in. He laughed with her as he waited for her to finish.

"Look like it fit," he joked, flexing his finger at her. "But it damn sho ain't gon fit nowhere else."

"It ain't but why she felt the need to get the lubricated one," Moriah laughed, wiping the residue on her shorts.

"Guess she tryna say you need a lil help," he laughed, dodging her hit, "I'm just saying, man. Come 'ere so I can test this out."

She backed away from him, laughing. "Oh uhn uhn, no. Your family is out there."

"And you ain't ever cared any other time." He took another step towards her while she took one back. "You gon make me chase you, Fat? Come 'ere, girl."

Fifteen hours after they said their goodbyes in Houston, Moriah and Zilla arrived in Orlando at the apartment complex they would call home for the foreseeable future. They laughed, they cried, they argued a bit on their drive but it was all worth it. The leasing manager was nice enough to wait on their arrival to hand off their keys even though it was after seven when they arrived. Moriah had slept through the last leg of the drive and Zilla getting the keys which he was more than okay with. He wanted to surprise her in a way.

"Come on, Fat. Time to wake up, babygirl." He leaned across the seat to kiss her face. "Get on up, Fat."

Parking in front of their building, Zilla shook her gently speaking softly to her.

Moriah slowly woke from her nap, rubbing at her face and looking around. "Where are we, babe?"

He smiled widely, dangling their keys. "We home, baby."

For the next couple of hours, they worked together on bringing their belongings up to their second floor, one bedroom apartment and getting it unpacked. The bulk of their things were their clothes and all the gifts from the barbecue. They were thankful his mom had the idea to make it a housewarming/going away barbecue. They'd gotten so many gifts from family and friends of items they would need for their apartment. They're favorite gift after that long drive was the air mattress, one of his aunts had gotten them. Instead of taking their bed across country, they opted to buy a new one whenever they could once in Florida.

"Where you want the TV and the bed?" He asked, pulling his shirt over his head then wiped his sweat with it.

"Uuh we can go head and put it in the bedroom, babe. No need in us sleeping in the living room when we have a room." He nodded, going to start inflating the bed. She continued to stock their kitchen items away. "I'm gonna order dinner! What do you want?"

"I'll eat whatever! Don't matter to me," he yelled from the bedroom.

She mumbled a joke under her breath, laughing softly at it. Once she was done, she ordered Chipotle for them then went to check on him. Zilla was putting the final touches on the now made up bed, it brought a smile to Moriah's face.

"You're much better at that than I am," she joked, approaching him. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "Looks good."

"Thank you. You ordered the food already?"

"Yeah, should be here in like 30 minutes."

"Bet. Ima take a shower before it gets here. You good before I do that?" He saw a familiar look pass her face before she shook her head. "You sure? Cause every time I ask and you say no, you get to yellin' my name while I'm tryna wash my ass."

She laughed, flicking his arm. "I do not do that all the time but I'm sure. Go, go wash ya stank butt. Go."

After his shower and hers, the couple sat on their living room floor eating their dinner together. Since they got back together, they made it a point to eat together whenever they were together.

"You tell Booker you made it?"

He nodded, taking a moment to chew and swallow his food."I did and he told me to let Hunter know too. So did that."

"Aaaand," Moriah pushed, barely containing her excitement.

"Told me to be at the PC at 8 tomorrow ready to work."

Moriah put her food aside then moved closer, throwing her arms around him, careful of his food. She kissed his face repeatedly. "I'm so proud of you, Zay. You better be proud of yourself too. You're gonna be great, everybody already love you so you have nothing to worry about."

She felt him deflate under her so she hugged him tighter. His thoughts rushed to him, too many at one time bouncing off of the walls of his mind.

"What if I fuck it up?" He asked softly.

"What if you kill it? They wouldn't have went out their way to offer a contract, let alone let you negotiate up if they didn't think you could do it, Zay." She coached softly as she rubbed his head. "Don't overthink this. Booker is gonna be there with you and you know wherever you go, your dad is there too."

He kissed her arm, pulling away from the hug. "Yeah, thank you. What you gon get up to tomorrow? I'm prolly gon be gone all day."

Moriah knew what that meant, the conversation about him was over and maybe they would circle back but she wouldn't hold her breath on it. She went back to her spot, noticing the small smile on his face.

"Get our internet and cable turned on, maybe put the ring camera up and depending on how those two go I'm either gonna get groceries delivered or Uber to get it."

"Shit," he mumbled, "If you wanna take the car, you can drop me off or I'll uber. I ain't even think about it."

She waved him off with her fork back in her hands, "I'm fine, I promise. You take the car."

"You don't need to be in no strange car, Fat. I'm serious."

"Okay so I won't uber, I'll get it delivered. Deal?" She asked, trying to end it. "I honestly don't feel like leaving the apartment anyway."

Eyeing her for a second, he accepted her words and went back to his food. The thought of him potentially being too busy to answer the phone if she was in trouble didn't feel good to him. It was the two of them now and he took protecting her even more seriously.

"Aight but I mean it, don't let me find out you did that shit anyway, Moriah. I ain't playin."

"Okay, Daddy Zilla," she joked, trying to make him laugh, "I promise that I won't uber without you. Scouts honor."

"When you gon apply to them hospitals? Or you finally stopped being hard headed and ain't gon work like I suggested?"

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Wanting to work is not being hard headed, baby. I didn't go to school all this time and stress me, you and your mom out tryna study for that test just to not use my degree, Zilla. Oh I'm working in somebody hospital."

They laughed together, Zilla threw his napkin at her catching her in the forehead.

"When you put it that way, hell yeah yo ass finna go to work," he added, "I ain't get none for like a month fuckin with that test that you was cryin' bout. So back to my original question, when you gon apply?"

She mocked him through her laughter. "Shut up, I was not that bad but I'm gonna do it tomorrow while I have peace and quiet."

"I caught that shade but that's fine, don't be kissin' on me when I get home tomorrow since you said that. I'm proud of you though. Can't wait for you to get on so I can slide up there to see you," he rubbed his hands thinking about it, "If ion see you ima ask them to page Nurse Fat for me. Tell em I'm feelin' a lil feverish."

"Boy," she fell out laughing, "Do not come harassing me at my job. Ima call security."

"Damn I can't come see my lady at work. I'm tryna see you in ya scrubs and shit and take you to lunch but you gon call them people on me. That's cold, Fat. Real cold."

After dinner, the couple cleaned up and got ready for the next day. Their wind down ended with them relaxing comfortably on their air mattress. Neither of them realized how tired they were from their cross country trek until that moment. Knowing they would both fall asleep soon, Zilla facetimed his mom so they both could hear her voice before drifting off.

"My babies," she smiled as soon as her face came into view, "You both look worn out."

Zilla pulled his girlfriend closer, her back to his front, resting his head on her slightly.

"Cause we are," She giggled softly. "Especially after being so alert with road rage here driving."

Laughing, he spanked her thighs playfully. "That's you with that road rage, staring people down and shit."

Leata interrupted through her laughter knowing the two of them would continue to go back and forth. "Well either way, I'm glad you two made it. Call me tomorrow, let me know how things went. I love you both."

"Love you too," the couple responded simultaneously.

As the words were leaving their lips, Zilla and Moriah were falling asleep. Leata's voice being the ultimate comfort for them. She watched them a while longer and prayed for them both before ending their call.

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3eyesdivine · 26 days

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Do we wanttt chapter three to reigns’ girl today or are we looking forward to specific requests sent in? Let me know!

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3eyesdivine · 25 days

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Just got off of work, I’ll start working on the dilf roman request and get it posted by tonight. If it’s a little short, I apologize in advance. I have allergy medicine in my system and i had to fight to stay awake during work. 😭

So, if it isn’t posted by tonight I probably knocked tf out !

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3eyesdivine · 1 month

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Reigns’ Girl

Chapter One : At First Glance

inspired by the movie Miller’s Girl and song Teacher’s Pet.

warnings ; 18+ only, smut, intimate & heavily erotic scenes, teacher x college student plot, angst, thriller, obsession, drug use

The world of writing is something incredible, isn't it? The way words can fit together so flawlessly and draw you in to the scene you're seeking for with every word you read. So incredible, you are unable to shift your focus away from it. It's almost—what's the word?

Ah. Pulchritudinous.

In other words, the world of literature is breathtaking and heartbreaking. In a favorable or unfavorable way? Who knows? It depends on how the individual perceives each word they read and how they interpret the meaning contained inside those words. Interesting, right? It's like a billet-doux, a love letter for bibliophiles.

With my brain clouded with thoughts, I enter the classroom of the professor recommended to me by a close friend. Mr. Reigns. Full name, Roman Reigns.

His back was turned to face me as he wrote the task list on the blackboard in white chalk, and I took advantage of the opportunity to let my sight roam down his obviously muscular physique. His shoulders were huge and broad, almost splitting the shirt he was wearing in half. His waist was small but not petite, just ideal. And his hair was bound in a loose bun, every strand.

“Hello? You’re early.” I heard a deep, oh so deep yet silky voice speak, and I was abruptly pulled out of my own little world of borderline infatuation.

My eyes shifted away from his frame and up to his own gaze. His expression was a combination of perplexity and interest.

“Only by a couple of minutes.” I respond with a little, shy grin upon my lips.

The spacious classroom grew quiet for a moment as the two of us were stuck where our feet stopped us, like our shoes were superglued to the hardwood flooring. Mr. Reigns eventually took the initiative, clearing his throat as he set the chalk in his palm down and stepped down from his desk to the one I was stood at, designating it mine as I placed my books and materials on top of it.

"You're new to this class. What's your name?" He inquires, laying a paper on my desk that calls my attention, my curious gaze drawn to the vast list of books and classroom rules. "Ah, I hope this isn't too overwhelming. It contains a list of books that I require my students get familiar with."

I tilt my head, nod gently, and delicately touch the antique wooden desk beneath my fingertips.

"It's Lilith. Lilith Dumas, and I’ve read them all."

He looks at me with a tinge of amazement and some disbelief.

"I mean the books, Ms. Dumas. Not the syllabus-"

I cut him off, causing our sentences to overlap.

“I know. I'm telling you, I've read them all.” I say matter-of-factly.

The corners of the man's lips lift for a second before dropping, only to rise again as he laughs briefly. I'm assuming he's impressed. A nineteen-year-old girl has read over twelve literary works, and he'd be terrified if he was aware of any more than that. How can a girl my age have so much free time, given her youth? I'm certain that's the precise question on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't want to pry into the life of girl in her first year of college. I know.

“Ok. Impressive.” He praised, a hint of a smile still lingering over his lips.

“Well, uhm..” He claps his hands together awkwardly, looking down at his feet before looking back up at me. “I hope you enjoy my class, Lilith.”

Yes, say my name again. Please. Oh, please.

“I know I will, Mr. Reigns.” I reply, my tone surely dripping and drenched with seduction, even in the slightest.

Fighting back a smile and a burning blush hot to the touch, I settle at my desk as the rest of the class rushes in. My little hands brush over my short skirt as I cross my legs, but my gaze is fixed on Mr. Reigns, who is staring back at me after observing my silky legs alter their position. My brows raised briefly in response before the man turned away from me and proceeded with instructing the class.

It was only our first time meeting and this man, Roman Reigns. Mm, even his name feels like honey on my lips, and I want to yell it at the top of my lungs. Yell it out of love and desire!

I'm not well over my head with this; my mind isn't in the clouds, and my feet are firmly planted on the ground. This is reality…

My reality, at least.

As wrong as it is, as dangerous as it will be. I want this man. It’s not okay, it’s crossing a line and it’s riskier than who knows what.

But I made up my mind anyway, made it up at first glance and I promise, I’ll get what I want.

No matter the lengths.

Thank you for reading! Chapter two will be up hopefully tomorrow!

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