The next day, Alana was backstage at a wrestling event in Vegas working one of her side jobs VIP hosting for special events.
The money was good, the hours were flexible, and honestly she liked changing things up.
She was checking names on a guest list when she felt somebody looking at her.
She glanced up.
Jimmy.
He was standing a few feet away in a black hoodie and chain, frozen in place.
Looking confused.
Then his eyes narrowed.
Then widened.
Then narrowed again.
"...Wait."
Alana slowly raised an eyebrow.
"Shit."
Jimmy pointed at her.
"Nah, hold on."
He walked closer.
"I know you."
Alana folded her arms immediately, already fighting a smile.
"You know me?"
"I do."
He squinted.
"...Right?"
She just stared at him.
Jimmy stared back.
Then his face dropped.
"Oh my God."
Alana started laughing.
"Oh my God what?"
"You laughing already that means I fucked up."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Aight...look."
He leaned closer.
"I was drunk drunk that night."
Alana looked offended on purpose.
"Oh wow."
"Nah wait, don't do that."
Jimmy started laughing.
"I remember meeting you."
He pointed at her.
"I remember thinking you was fine."
She rolled her eyes.
"I remember laughing."
Another point.
"And I remember not wanting you to walk away."
His face twisted.
"...After that it's kinda blurry."
Alana looked at him with fake disbelief.
"So you don't remember me?"
Jimmy looked at her for a long second.
Then smiled slowly.
"Nah."
He stepped closer.
"I remember your face."
His eyes stayed on hers.
"I remember your smile."
Another step.
"And I definitely remember your name."
Alana blinked.
"...You do?"
He grinned.
"Alana."
Now she was the one caught off guard.
He really remembered.
Jimmy smiled wider seeing her expression.
"See? Thought I forgot everything, huh?"
She narrowed her eyes.
"I still haven't decided if I'm mad at you."
Jimmy shrugged.
"Aight."
He leaned against the wall beside her.
"So let me make it up to you."
Alana looked over.
"How?"
Jimmy smiled.
"Go out with me tonight."
She stared at him.
"...That's your plan?"
"Absolutely."
He nodded seriously.
"I'm starting over."
He held his hand out dramatically.
"What's up, I'm Jimmy."
Alana stared at him for two seconds before laughing so hard she had to turn away.
And Jimmy just stood there smiling because at that point, he already knew he was getting somewhere.
Later that night, Jimmy picked Alana up, and from the second she got in the car he looked over and just stared.
Alana caught him immediately.
"...What?"
Jimmy shook his head slowly.
"Nah."
"What?"
He looked back at the road.
"Nothing."
She narrowed her eyes.
"Jimmy."
He looked over dramatically.
"You always look good?"
Alana laughed and leaned back in her seat.
"Boy bye."
He smiled to himself.
The Strip was alive.
Lights flashing everywhere.
People packed onto sidewalks.
Music spilling from every direction.
Jimmy had somehow turned a simple night out into chaos.
He insisted they stop for giant frozen drinks.
Then somehow ended up arguing with her over who had worse dancing.
"You cannot dance," Alana said between laughs.
Jimmy looked offended.
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"Alana...be serious."
She crossed her arms.
"I am serious."
Jimmy grabbed her hand and pulled her closer dramatically.
"Nah. We're settling this right now."
"What are you doing?!"
"Come on."
Music was playing outside from somewhere nearby and Jimmy started dancing right there on the sidewalk.
Badly.
Purposely badly.
Alana stared at him.
Then burst out laughing.
Full laughing.
Head back laughing.
And Jimmy immediately smiled.
Hours later the crowds started thinning out.
The noise felt farther away.
Jimmy drove them somewhere quieter, somewhere overlooking the city lights.
Vegas stretched out below them like stars scattered across the ground.
For once he wasn't talking.
Alana leaned against the railing beside him.
Jimmy looked over at her.
"You know something?"
She looked up.
"What?"
He shrugged.
"I kinda like starting over."
She smiled a little.
"Starting over?"
"Yeah."
He looked at her.
"The first night I was drunk." He laughed softly. "Tonight I actually got to know you."
Alana looked at him for a second.
Jimmy reached over slowly and laced his fingers with hers.
The city lights reflected in her eyes as she looked back at him.
Neither of them said anything.
They didn't really need to.
Alana held his gaze, then rose on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.
His lips parted against hers, and the kiss deepened slow, tasting the leftover sweetness of frozen drinks and the heat of the night.
His hand slid from her hand to her waist, pulling her against him.
She gasped softly into his mouth as her body met his.
The fabric of her dress was thin, and she could feel every ridge of muscle under his shirt.
Jimmy broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips, "We don't have to"
"Shut up," she whispered, and kissed him again.
This time there was no hesitation.
His hands roamed her back, sliding down to grip her hips, fingers digging into the curve of her ass through the dress.
She arched into him, and he groaned low in his throat.
He broke the kiss again, breathing heavy. "Not here. Car."
Alana nodded, her hand slipping down to grab his, leading him back to the rental.
The parking area was secluded, barely any light, just the distant glow of Vegas below.
He opened the back door and she slid in first, pulling him in after her.
The door clicked shut, muffling the world.
Inside, the air was thick.
Jimmy leaned over her, one hand braced against the seat, the other finding the zipper on the side of her dress.
He pulled it down slowly, deliberately, the sound cutting through the silence.
Alana's breath hitched as the fabric loosened. She shrugged the straps off, letting the dress fall to her waist.
Her boobs were bare underneath, no bra.
Jimmy's eyes went dark.
"Fuck," he breathed.
She reached up and pulled him down, kissing him hard.
Jimmy's fingers were warm against hers, his thumb tracing slow circles on the back of her hand.
She turned her head to look at him.
His jaw was relaxed, but she could see the slight smile at the corner of his lips.
She didn't say anything.
She just squeezed his hand once, and he turned to meet her gaze.
The teasing was gone, replaced by something darker, thicker.
His eyes dropped to her mouth, lingered there, then lifted back to hers.
"Alana," he said, his voice rough and low, barely above a whisper.
She didn't answer with words.
She just leaned in, her lips brushing his, a soft, experimental touch.
He didn't move, letting her control the pace, but she felt his breath hitch.
Encouraged, she pressed more firmly, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips.
He opened for her, and the kiss deepened, slow and searching, tasting of the frozen drinks they'd had hours ago.
Jimmy's free hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek.
He tilted her head, angling for a deeper connection, and she sighed into his mouth.
The sound seemed to break something in him.
His grip on her hand tightened, and he pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers.
She could feel the heat of him through his shirt, the solid wall of his chest against her breasts.
He broke the kiss, breath heavy. "We should—" he started, but she shook her head, cutting him off by pulling him into another, hungrier kiss.
Her hands slid up his chest, fisting the fabric of his shirt, and she arched into him, letting him feel her need.
"Not here," she murmured against his lips, though her body screamed otherwise.
He nodded, his forehead resting against hers. "My hotel is closer." His hand slid down her arm, fingers lacing with hers again.
The ride to the hotel was a blur of neon reflections and quiet tension.
She kept her hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing patterns over the denim, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.
He drove one-handed, his other hand alternating between the steering wheel and her knee, squeezing occasionally, like he needed to remind himself she was real.
The hotel was extravagant, a clean living room with a couch that looked barely used and a kitchen that showed signs of a fun night.
But Alana didn't notice any of that. Her attention was on the way Jimmy's hands were already moving, unbuttoning his shirt as he kicked the door shut behind them.
He paused, looking at her. "You sure?"
Alana answered by stepping closer, her hands sliding under his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders.
The fabric fell to the floor, and she ran her palms over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin.
"Fuck, Alana," he breathed, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her flush against him.
She could feel his hardness through his jeans, pressing against her stomach, and a jolt of heat shot through her core.
She reached down, palming him through the denim.
He groaned, his hips bucking into her hand.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his mouth finding her neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"Show me."
That was all the permission he needed.
His hands dropped to the hem of her dress, bunching it up over her hips.
She wasn't wearing panties.
He froze for a second, his breath catching, then he let out a low, guttural curse.
"You planned this," he said, his voice ragged.
She smirked, her hands working on the button of his jeans. "Maybe."
He pushed her dress up further, over her head, leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. "I need to taste you." It wasn't a question.
She spread her legs willingly, one hand bracing on his shoulder as he leaned in.
His tongue was warm and firm, sliding through her folds, gathering the moisture that had already started to coat her.
She gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, as he licked her with deliberate slowness, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue before pulling back.
"Jimmy," she breathed, a plea.
He looked up at her, his eyes dark, his chin glistening. "Yeah, baby?"
"Please."
He grinned, then buried his face between her thighs, his tongue flicking and circling her clit in a rhythm that had her legs trembling.
She cried out, her knuckles white in his hair, as he sucked and licked, his moans vibrating against her sensitive flesh.
She was close already, too close, but she didn't want to come like this. She wanted him inside her.
She tugged at his hair, pulling him away. "Stand up."
He rose, his lips slick with her, and she shoved his jeans and boxers down his hips.
His dick sprang free, thick and hard, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly, watching his face as he bit his lip, his eyes half-closed.
"Bedroom?" she asked.
"Couch is closer."
She laughed, but she didn't argue.
She turned, bending over the arm of the couch, presenting her ass and her wet, waiting pussy.
The position was obscene, vulnerable, and she heard Jimmy's sharp intake of breath.
"Fuck, Alana."
He stepped up behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his dick to her entrance.
He dragged the head through her folds, coating it in her slickness, and then pushed in, filling her in one slow, steady thrust.
She cried out, her body arching, as he stretched her what he didn't know about her was she's a virgin.
He paused, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hip.
"You feel even better than I imagined," he said, his voice strained.
"You imagined this?"
He pulled out almost completely, then thrust back in, harder. "Every night since I met you."
His rhythm started slow, deep, but it didn't stay that way.
The need built, and soon he was pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every drive.
She matched his pace, pushing back against him, her moans turning into broken cries.
He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight circles.
She was on the edge again, and this time she let herself fall.
Her orgasm crashed through her, her inner walls clenching around his cock, and she screamed his name.
He kept fucking her through it, his own release building.
He pulled out, turning her around, and dropped to his knees again, burying his face in her a second time, licking her clean, tasting her cum on his tongue.
"Jimmy—" she gasped, oversensitive.
He looked up, stroking himself. "I want to cum on your face."
The words hung in the air, raw and honest.
She didn't hesitate.
She slid down to the floor, kneeling in front of him, her mouth open, her tongue out.
He took himself in hand, stroking fast, his eyes locked on hers.
With a low groan, he came, hot ropes of cum spattering across her lips and cheeks.
She closed her eyes, letting it coat her, and when he was done, she licked her lips, tasting him.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms, both of them breathing hard.
His hand came up, wiping his cum from her cheek, then he kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth.
"Shit," he whispered.
She smiled, curling into him. "Not bad for a restart."
Plot: Jey isn’t really the jealous type until someone crosses that line. 
WrestleMania weekend always felt like a different universe bigger lights, louder rooms, and egos packed tighter than the hallways backstage.
The Hall of Fame ceremony was no exception.
Jey Uso had his arm loosely around your waist as the two of you moved through the crowd, greeting faces, shaking hands, smiling for cameras.
You weren’t even an official part of the roster lineup tonight, but somehow you still managed to pull attention like you were.
Actually… more than the superstars.
Every few steps someone stopped you.
“you look amazing tonight.”
“Are you with anyone or are you just wow.”
“Can we get a picture?”
Jey didn’t say much at first.
He just watched. Quiet. Calm.
But there was something in the way his hand stayed firm at your waist like he wasn’t just standing beside you, he was grounding you in place.
And the wild part?
He looked proud.
Like he liked it.
Like it meant something that you could walk into a room full of egos and still be the one people kept turning toward.
“You got it like that,” he murmured under his breath, leaning in just enough for only you to hear.
You smirked. “You acting surprised.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said, eyes scanning the room.
“I’m just… observin’.”
That calm didn’t last long.
Because that’s when he showed up.
Austin Theory stepped into your space like he belonged there more than anyone else.
All confidence, that smug half smile, eyes locked on you like Jey wasn’t even standing next to you.
“Well damn,” Theory said, ignoring Jey completely.
“They weren’t lying. You’re the one everybody’s been talkin’ about.”
You raised a brow. “i know you?”
“I know you,” he said smoothly. “Or I’m tryna.”
His attention stayed on you like Jey wasn’t even there. “So what’s your name?”
You opened your mouth.
But Jey spoke first.
He didn’t even look at you when he answered.
His arm stayed firm around your waist, voice calm but clipped.
“You don’t need to know her name.”
The air shifted instantly.
Theory blinked, caught off guard for half a second before forcing a small laugh. “I was asking her, though.”
Now Jey looked at him.
And the calm was gone.
“And I’m telling you, you don’t need to know her name,” Jey said. “So fall back.”
You felt his grip tighten slightly at your waist not painful, just protective in a way that made everything feel sharper.
Theory tilted his head, still trying to push it. “It’s just a name, man.”
Jey stepped half a pace forward.
“It’s not about the name,” he said low. “It’s about you not knowing your place.”
That hit.
But Theory still wasn’t backing down.
“You want a drink?” he asked you, deliberately shifting back to you like Jey wasn’t there again.
“I can get you something better than whatever they got over there.”
Jey exhaled through his nose. Controlled. Barely.
“She good,” he said flatly.
Theory smirked. “Again I was asking her.”
That was the second mistake.
Jey’s voice dropped even lower.
“She good. More than good actually.”
Then he stepped closer just enough that the distance turned into pressure.
Not contact. Warning.
“She don’t need nothin’ from you.”
Theory held his ground for a beat too long, like he wanted a reaction.
And he got one.
Jey leaned in slightly, eyes locked.
“Walk away.”
The tension snapped so hard it felt like the room tilted.
You immediately grabbed Jey’s wrist and pulled him back. “Stop. Not here.”
Reluctantly, he let you move him but his eyes never left Theory.
Theory finally backed off with a smirk like he’d enjoyed every second of it.
“Relax,” he muttered. “Was just talking.”
And then he walked away.
But the damage lingered.
You didn’t stop moving until you were in a quieter hallway near production, away from cameras and noise.
Jey turned first.
“What the hell was that?”
Your eyes widened. “What was that? You just almost threw hands in the middle of the Hall of Fame!”
“He was disrespecting you,” Jey shot back.
“I had it handled” you said sharply. “You escalated it.”
Jey ran a hand over his face, pacing once. “He knew what he was doing.”
“And you knew what you were doing too,” you replied, stepping closer.
“All these girls fawn over you and I don’t say shit. You know I’m loyal to you. So saying what you just said out there? Acting like I’m your pet? That’s crazy.”
Silence.
He looked at you.
The anger was still there, but it was tangled with something heavier.
“I wasn’t tryna disrespect you,” he said quieter.
“But you did.”
He exhaled. “I don’t like how he was lookin’ at you.”
“I know,” you said. “But that doesn’t mean you get to lose yourself over it.”
A beat passed.
Then softer
“I got you,” he said.
“I know,” you replied.
His eyes dropped for a second, then came back up.
And earlier still lingered because he couldn’t let it go fully.
He stepped closer, voice lower.
“I just don’t like anybody testin’ what’s mine,” he admitted.
Your breath caught slightly, but you didn’t look away.
“This pussy is yours you know that can’t nobody have me”
That landed.
Jey’s gaze softened just slightly.
Then he reached up, thumb brushing your jaw.
Pulling you towards the exit and to the car the whole ride his hands were on you by the time You guys made it back to the hotel his dick was pushing through his pants.
Been hard for you all night,” he muttered against your lips. “Watchin’ you in this dress, smilin’ at everybody, knowin’ they all want what I got.”
His fingers hooked the fabric aside, sliding through your slick folds. You gasped into his mouth, your hips bucking against his hand.
“Jey”
“Shh.” He pulled his hand back, brought his fingers to his lips, tasting you. His eyes never left yours.
He dropped to his knees in front of you, pushing your dress up to your waist.
he groaned, pressing open mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh, then the other.
“Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours,” you breathed. “You know it’s yours.”
He dragged your panties down your legs, letting them pool at your ankles.
Then his mouth was on you hot, hungry, devouring.
His tongue flattened against your clit, circling once, twice, before he sucked it into his mouth.
Your head fell back against the wall, a moan tearing from your throat.
His hands gripped your ass, holding you steady, keeping you open for him.
“You gonna come for me?” he asked, pulling back just enough to speak, his beard glistening.
“Gonna let me taste it before I fuck you?”
You could only nod, words lost.
“Good girl.”
He dove back in, and this time he added two fingers, sliding them into you with a wet sound that made your cheeks burn.
He curled them, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you came crying his name, grinding against his face.
He didn’t stop until your legs gave out, and he caught you, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you to the bed.
He laid you down on the cool duvet, looking down at you with dark, possessive satisfaction.
“Now,” he said, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness, “I’m gonna take what’s mine. And you’re gonna take every inch.”
He stripped off his jacket, his shirt, the muscles of his torso flexing in the dim light.
His dick sprung free, thick and hard, and he stroked himself once, twice, before positioning himself between your thighs.
He didn’t enter you gently. He pushed in with one deep, smooth thrust, burying himself.
Your body arched, a choked cry escaping your lips.
He paused there, letting you adjust, his forehead pressed to yours.
“Look at me.”
You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity there made your breath catch.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, voice strained. “I want you to feel me in the morning. I want you to walk through that wrestlemania crowd tomorrow and know that every step hurts in the sweetest way, because I was inside you.”
He began to move deep, deliberate strokes that hit places only he could reach.
His rhythm was relentless, a steady, punishing pace that had you gripping the sheets, moaning his name.
“Yeah, that’s right,” he growled. “Say my name. Let the whole hotel know who you belong to.”
He angled his hips, driving even deeper, and the new angle sent sparks of pleasure through your entire body.
Your nails dug into his shoulders, and he hissed, picking up the pace.
“You close?” he asked, voice ragged.
“Yes Jey fuck, yes”
“Cum for me. Now.”
His command, his dominance, the way he thrust into you like he had something to prove it pushed you over the edge.
You came with a cry that turned into a sob, your walls clenching around him, dragging him along with you.
He followed a moment later, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you.
He stayed there, breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours.
Minutes passed. His softening dick slipped out, and he rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms.
His hand found your jaw, tilting your face up to his.
“Never let another man touch you,” he murmured, the dominance still there, but softened now with something tender. “You understand?”
You nodded, pressing a kiss to his chest.
“Good,” he said, pulling the duvet over both of you. “Now sleep. I got you. Always.”
Loose grin. Heavy eyes. Chains swinging against his chest while he laughed too loud at his brother’s jokes.
Wrestlemania weekend was packed with people.
He loved it.
The noise. The chaos. The attention.
But the second he walked into the strip club, all that faded into the background.
Because she stepped onstage.
Alana moved slow under red lights, body rolling perfectly with the beat while money rained near the pole. She had this look on her face too calm, almost bored which somehow made her even hotter.
Jimmy sat back in the booth staring shamelessly.
Jey noticed instantly.
“Oh nah,” he laughed. “You cooked.”
Jimmy ignored him.
Alana’s eyes swept across the room once before landing on Jimmy.
And staying there.
Big mistake.
Jimmy smiled immediately, tipping his drink toward her like they already knew each other.
By the end of her set, she walked over to their section.
“Y’all behaving over here?” she asked.
Jimmy leaned back, looking her up and down slowly. “I was till you came over.”
Alana snorted. “That sounded rehearsed.”
“Nah,” he said easily. “If it was rehearsed it would’ve been smoother.”
“You think you smooth?”
“I know I am.”
She laughed before she could stop herself.
Damn.
He had one of those smiles.
The dangerous kind.
“You buying a dance or wasting my time?” she asked.
Jimmy pulled out a stack of cash. “Depends. You worth it?”
Alana raised an eyebrow. “Careful. I charge extra for attitudes.”
“Good thing I got money then.”
Cocky.
Too cocky.
But funny enough to get away with it.
She grabbed his chin lightly, turning his face side to side dramatically. “Hmm. You cute. I guess.”
Jimmy grinned. “That all I get?”
“For now.”
She took his hand and led him toward VIP.
The room was darker back there, music muffled just enough to hear each other breathe. Jimmy dropped onto the couch, spreading one arm across the back while Alana stood between his knees.
“You nervous?” she teased.
Jimmy looked her dead in the eye. “Baby, you should be nervous.”
Heat climbed up her neck instantly.
Lord.
The music slowed.
Alana started dancing, hands sliding over his shoulders while Jimmy watched her like he forgot every other person in the building existed.
Most men touched too much.
Talked too much.
Jimmy just watched.
Like he liked the teasing.
“You real quiet,” she said softly.
“I’m thinkin’.”
“In the strip club?”
“You got that effect on me”
She rolled her hips slower against him and Jimmy exhaled hard, eyes shutting for a second.
“You tryna show off now,” he muttered.
“You noticed?”
“Hard not to.”
His hands settled carefully on her waist, warm and steady.
“You always this nice to customers?” he asked.
“You always this flirty with strippers?”
“Yes.”
She laughed. “At least you honest.”
Jimmy tilted his head. “You want me to lie?”
“I want you to stop looking at me like that.”
“How I’m lookin’ at you?” He licked his lips and then smirked.
Alana paused.
She recovered fast. “Like you think this gonna end with my number in your phone.”
Jimmy smirked. “Not my fault you seem interested.”
“In myself? Absolutely.”
“Nah,” he said, voice dropping lower. “In me.”
Her stomach flipped stupidly.
She hated that.
The song ended but neither of them moved right away.
Jimmy stared up at her for a long second before speaking again.
“Come chill with me after work.”
There it was.
Alana stepped back immediately. “Mm-mm.”
“Why not?”
“Because I work here.”
“And?”
“And dancers don’t leave with customers.”
Jimmy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “You callin’ me a customer hurt my feelings a little.”
She laughed. “You’ll survive.”
“Not if you keep walkin’ away lookin’ like that.”
Jesus.
Every sentence out his mouth sounded illegal.
“You say this stuff to every girl?”
“Nah.” Jimmy looked her over slowly. “Most girls ain’t you.”
For a second she forgot how to respond.
That never happened.
She cleared her throat quickly. “Dance over.”
“Cold.”
“You’ll live.”
Jimmy caught her wrist before she could walk off completely.
Not rough.
Just enough.
Alana looked down at his hand, then back at him.
“You drunk,” she said quietly.
Jimmy smiled without missing a beat. “I’m tipsy.”
Her shift ended an hour later.
And somehow Jimmy was STILL there.
Same booth.
Same drink.
Same eyes following her across the room.
“You ain’t leave yet?” she asked while grabbing her bag.
Jimmy stood slowly. “Told you I was waitin’.”
“For what?”
He stepped closer. “You.”
The tension hit her all over again instantly.
Close up, he smelled incredible. Expensive cologne mixed with whiskey and something warm she couldn’t describe.
“You really don’t quit,” she muttered.
“Should I?”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t want me to.”
Unfortunately true.
Alana hated how easy he made this feel.
Jimmy looked down at her lips for half a second before meeting her eyes again.
“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he murmured, “I’ma think you want somethin’.”
“Oh please.”
“What? I’m wrong?”
She opened her mouth to argue—
and Jimmy kissed her.
Smooth.
Slow.
Like he already knew she was gonna kiss him back.
And she did.
Immediately.
Her hands grabbed his shirt while his hand slid against her jaw, kissing her deeper until her thoughts completely disappeared.
The whole club faded out.
By the time they pulled apart, Alana looked genuinely horrified with herself.
“Oh my God.”
Jimmy laughed softly, forehead resting against hers. “That bad?”
“Yes!”
“Couldn’t tell.”
“That was so unprofessional.”
“You sayin’ that while still holdin’ onto me.”
She realized her hands were still gripping his shirt and shoved him away fast.
Jimmy just grinned wider.
“I hate you,” she muttered.
“Nah,” he said smoothly. “You like me too much already.”
Not the way locker rooms seemed to quiet when he walked through them.
Not even the fact that everyone grown men twice her size watched him like he was something carved out of stone instead of flesh.
It was the attention.
The way he looked at her after training one night, sweat-soaked and exhausted on the edge of the ring while everyone else had already gone home.
“You’re still here,” he’d said.
She’d laughed nervously. “Trying to improve.”
Roman leaned against the ropes, arms folded over his chest. “Most people quit when it gets hard.”
The approval in his voice hit harder than it should have.
“You don’t,” he added.
And that was how it started.
Small things.
He’d text her after practice.
Eat yet?
Stretch your shoulder.
Don’t listen to those idiots. They don’t know talent when they see it.
Nobody had ever paid attention to her like that before. Nobody important, anyway.
Roman made space for her beside him in catering.
Roman called her matches “promising.”
Roman corrected veterans when they talked over her in meetings.
“You’ll learn more listening to me than you ever will listening to them,” he’d say.
At first, it felt protective.
Then it became ownership.
“You’re late.”
She blinked as Roman shut the locker room door behind him.
“It was two minutes—”
“Two minutes,” he repeated softly, dangerous in that quiet way he had. “So when I tell you to be somewhere, you think that’s optional?”
Her stomach tightened immediately.
“No.”
“No, what?”
She looked down. “No, Roman.”
Better.
She could always tell by the silence afterward whether she’d answered correctly.
Roman walked closer until she could smell his cologne underneath the sweat from the show. His hand came up, fingers tilting her chin high enough that she had to look at him.
“You embarrassed me tonight.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I know you didn’t.” Condescending. Calm. Worse than yelling. “You just don’t think sometimes.”
Heat crawled up her neck.
Because the horrible thing was—
Part of her believed him now.
Months ago she would’ve defended herself. Now she just waited for him to tell her who she was.
Roman’s thumb brushed slowly against her jaw.
“You know why I’m hard on you?”
She stayed quiet.
“Because I made you.” His voice dropped lower. “Nobody cared about you before I did.”
The words should’ve hurt.
Instead they wrapped around her ribs and squeezed.
Because somewhere along the way, he’d become terrifyingly important.
Her schedule revolved around him. Her moods depended on him. Whether he praised her or ignored her could ruin entire days.
And Roman knew it.
God, he knew it.
“You understand that, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Roman.”
“You’re such a good girl, you know that?”
Approval.
Warm and addictive.
Roman smiled faintly like she’d done something good, and she hated how relief flooded her chest over something so small.
He stepped behind her then, massive hand settling at her waist while he stared at her reflection in the mirror.
“You know what your problem is?” he murmured.
She shook her head carefully.
“You keep thinking this business is about being liked.” His fingers tightened slightly. “It’s not. It’s about obedience. Discipline. Knowing your place.”
His eyes met hers in the mirror.
“And your place,” he said softly, “is with me.”
The words landed heavy.
Possessive.
Absolute.
And the worst part was she didn’t even think about arguing anymore.
Roman had isolated her so slowly she barely noticed it happening. He’d call other wrestlers distractions. Said her friends were jealous. Said people only talked to her because of him.
Eventually, it became easier to stay near Roman than anyone else.
Safer.
Even now, standing there with his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise, she leaned back instinctively when he touched her.
Like her body had learned him before her brain caught up.
Roman noticed, of course.
He always noticed.
A low chuckle left him as he bent slightly toward her ear.
“See?” he said quietly. “You listen so well now.”
Her pulse stumbled.
“You don’t need anybody else telling you what to do anymore.”
The praise made her dizzy.
And Roman arrogant, cruel Roman looked almost satisfied by it.
Like he’d taken something apart piece by piece and was proud of how obedient it had become.
“You’re mine backstage,” he continued. “Mine in that ring. Mine when cameras are on you.” His hand slid upward just enough to make her breath catch. “You understand?”
She should’ve been scared.
Maybe she was.
But there was something deeply wrong in the way her heartbeat sped up when he got like this cold and controlling and certain she belonged to him.
“Yes, Roman.”
“Good girl.”
The phrase hit like a spark to gasoline.
Roman smirked instantly, catching the reaction on her face.
There was nothing kind in that expression anymore.
Only possession.
Only power.
And somehow, impossibly, she still melted under his attention.
Roman’s hand curled around the front of her throat not squeezing, just there, heavy and claiming as he looked at her through the mirror.
“So pretty when you stop thinking,” he murmured.
Then he leaned down slowly, mouth brushing near her ear.
“Now tell me thank you.”
She swallowed, trying to remember how to breathe.
His knuckles dug into her hipbone, forcing her to arch backward against his print.
The heavy bulge of his dick pressed through his black sweats, a promise and a threat.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and raw.
“Thank you,” she choked out, her throat tightening.
He smiled against her neck then shoved her forward onto the couch in his locker room.
Before she could catch herself, he was on her, ripping her wrestling gear down her thighs.
The cold air hit her clit, making her gasp, but the heat of his hand was worse so much worse.
He slapped her pussy once, hard, the crack echoing in the empty room.
“Look at you,” he murmured, dragging his thumb through her wetness. “Already dripping for me. You love this, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer.
He smacked her again, this time with his other hand, his wedding ring stinging her clit.
She screamed, half pain, half pleasure, and he laughed.
“Don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, I love it.”
He laid her flat on the couch, spread her legs wide, and knelt between them.
He took his dick out thick, veined, already slick at the tip and rubbed it over her clit without entering.
Just that teasing pressure made her shake.
“Beg for it,” he said, his voice deceptively soft.
She begged. She’d have said anything his name, a prayer, an apology.
When she finally sobbed out “Please, Roman, please fuck me,” he slammed inside her with one brutal thrust.
Her vision went white.
He didn’t give her time to adjust.
He fucked her like he owned her, each stroke deep and punishing.
One hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy, the other kept her hips pinned so she couldn’t escape.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled, leaning over her. “Say it.”
“Your pussy,” she gasped. “It’s your pussy, Roman.”
He bent down and bit her shoulder, leaving a deep ring of teeth marks. “And I make the rules. You cum when I tell you, not before.”
She came anyway, helplessly, her cunt clenching around him.
He stopped moving, a low warning growl rumbling in his chest.
“I said not yet, you have a listening problem today? Huh?.”
He pulled out slowly, then flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her arms behind her back.
then pushed inside her without warning.
Her scream was muffled by the couch. He fucked her hard, dominating, taking exactly what he wanted.
She was nothing but a vessel for his pleasure, and she loved it.
She loved being broken open, being used, being his.
When he finally came, it was inside her.
He held her down, his cum hot and thick in her, and whispered, “That’s it. And since you have a hearing problem now let me get close and say this.”
“That’s stays until I say, you need to remember who you belong to understand?” He looks at her for an answer.
“I understand” she moans
He pulled out, pulled his pants up, and walked to the door. At the threshold he turned back.
“Clean yourself up doll. I have a segment.” He kisses her forehead (his way of after care) and walks back to the door leaving her alone.
She lay there, shaking, sore, and owned and she smiled, because that was exactly how Roman had a way of making her feel.
I’m standing in front of the mirror, lip gloss hovering just above my lips, trying to decide what kind of night I’m about to have.
Sweet… or trouble. I go with both.
Low-rise jeans hugging just right, fitted top, heels clicking against the floor every time I shift my weight.
My hair falls in soft curls over my shoulders, and I tilt my head, giving myself one last look.
Yeah… this is a night.
The club hits me the second I walk in bass heavy, lights flashing, bodies everywhere.
It’s loud, messy, alive. Exactly what I need.
I find my girls, grab a drink, and let myself settle into the rhythm of it all. Music. Heat. Movement.
Then I feel it.
That look.
I turn my head, slow, casual and I catch him already watching me.
He’s got this easy confidence, broad shoulders filling out his shirt, a grin that says he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Our eyes lock, and he doesn’t look away.
Instead, he walks toward me.
“Hey,” he says when he reaches me, voice cutting through the noise. “Dance with me?”
I raise an eyebrow, but my body’s already saying yes.
I take his hand, and we hit the floor.
I laugh, and that’s it.
That’s all it takes. Next thing I know, we’re moving together.
His hands find my waist like they’ve been there before, and I don’t stop him.
The music is loud, bodies pressed close, and I can feel him moving behind me, matching my rhythm like it’s nothing.
“You always dance like that?” he leans in, voice brushing my ear.
“Depends who I’m dancing with,” I shoot back, not missing a beat.
He chuckles, low. “Yeah? I might have to step my game up then.”
“Oh?” I glance back at him. “You think you can handle that?”
He leans closer, lips just near my ear. “I don’t just handle things… I finish ‘em. Clean. No missed spots.”
I blink, then laugh, shaking my head. “You’re crazy.”
We keep going like that, grinding and teasing, his body heat seeping through my clothes.
Shots come next, burning down easy, and we steal kisses in the shadows, his mouth firm and demanding but pulling back with a wink every time I want more.
Then I look at him. “So… what do you do, Jeff?”
He hesitates just long enough to make me notice. Then he smirks. “I wrestle.”
I blink. “Like… Andre the Giant type wrestler?”
He laughs, head tipping back a little. “Yeah… like that. You watch?”
“I used to,” I admit, shrugging. “Not really anymore.”
“Well,” he says later, stepping a little closer off the floor, “maybe I’ll give you a reason to start again.”
I smile, folding my arms. “Maybe.”
“Where you from?” I ask.
“North Carolina,” he says. “I’m just in town for a show.”
“Mmm,” I hum. “That explains it.”
“What about you?” he asks.
“Here,” I say. “Born and raised.”
He nods, then tilts his head. “So… where you staying at tonight?”
I give him a look, half amused. “Why?”
He steps in closer, voice dropping just a little. “Why don’t I just show you?”
I laugh immediately, shaking my head. “I am not going anywhere with a random man.”
“I’m not random,” he shoots back, pointing at himself. “I’m on TV.”
I laugh harder. “Oh, are you now?”
Yeah,” he grins. “Recognize me later, you gonna feel real different about this moment.”
I bite my lip, pretending to think. “Alright… TV man.”
He raises a brow. “Yeah?”
I shrug, smiling. “We can go.”
The way he looks at me after that—like I just said exactly what he wanted to hear—it sends a little spark through me.
Before I can say anything else, his hand slides to my waist again, pulling me closer.
My breath catches just slightly, and then we’re kissing—right there on the sidewalk, like the night isn’t still moving around us.
It’s not slow. Not shy. It’s heat and curiosity and just enough recklessness.
He pulls back just long enough to lift his hand and wave down a cab like it’s second nature.
New York.
A taxi stops almost instantly.
We slide into the backseat, and before the door even fully shuts, his hand is back on me, my fingers curling into his shirt as we fall right back into each other.
The city lights flash through the windows, quick and bright, but I’m barely paying attention.
All I know is the way he looks at me… like he
already decided something.
The cab stops. We stumble out, laughing under our breath, and head into his hotel.
The lobby lights are too bright, but neither of us slows down.
By the time we reach his room door, there’s this pause.
Just for a second.
Then he looks at me, hand on the handle, that same smirk playing on his lips.
the second the door clicks shut, he’s on me pinning me gently to the wall, his lips crashing into mine.
Deep, hungry, his tongue sliding in to tangle with mine.
His big hands roam, squeezing my ass, tracing up my sides, and I’m melting into it, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“I’ve wanted this since I saw you across the room,” he growls against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
“Prove it,” I challenge, breathless.
He pulls back just enough to grin, that playful spark in his eyes.
“Bed. Now, gorgeous.” His voice is firm but fun, like he’s leading a game we’re both winning.
I kick off my heels and follow, heart pounding as he tugs me onto the mattress.
He’s a soft dom, I can tell commanding without the edge, all wrapped in this easy confidence that makes me want to obey.
“Strip for me,” he says, leaning against the headboard, watching with hunger.
I peel off my top, shimmy out of my jeans, left in just my lace panties.
His gaze rakes over me, making my skin flush.
He sheds his shirt next, revealing those ripped abs and inked arms, then stands to drop his pants.
His cock’s already hard, thick and straining, but he doesn’t rush.
“Lie back,” he instructs, voice low and teasing. “I want to make you feel good first.”
I do, spreading my legs as he kneels between them.
He hooks his fingers in my panties, dragging them down slow, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air.
“Shit, look at you, soaked already,” he murmurs, eyes locked on me.
His breath hits my folds first, warm and teasing, then his tongue follows flat and broad, licking up my slit in one long stroke.
I gasp, arching off the bed as he circles my clit, sucking it softly between his lips.
“Wait…” I moan, my hands fisting the sheets.
He hums, the vibration buzzing through me, and dives deeper, tongue thrusting into my entrance before flicking back to my clit.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he eats me out like he’s starving lapping, sucking, alternating rhythms that have me shaking.
“Tell me what you like,” he says between licks, glancing up with that mischievous grin. “Faster? Harder?”
“Both,” I pant, and he obliges, slipping a finger inside me, then two, curling them to stroke that spot deep.
His mouth seals over my clit, sucking while his fingers pump, and the pleasure coils tight in my belly.
I buck against his face, chasing it, until it snaps orgasm ripping through me, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I cry out.
He keeps going soft through the tremors, kissing my thighs until I slump, boneless.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, climbing up to kiss me, letting me taste myself on his tongue.
Then he’s positioning his cock at my entrance, rubbing the head along my slick folds. “Ready?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around him.
He pushes in slow, stretching me with his thickness, groaning as he bottoms out.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He holds still a second, letting me adjust, then starts moving long, deep thrusts that fill me completely.
It’s fun, the way he keeps it light, leaning down to bite my neck playfully.
whispering, “Squeeze that pussy around me, yeah, just like that.”
His hands pin my wrists above my head, gentle but firm, controlling the pace as he speeds up, hips slamming into mine.
I meet every thrust, nails raking his back, the bed shaking under us.
He shifts, grinding against my g-spot, and cups my breasts, pinching my nipples until I’m moaning nonstop.
“Cum on my dick, babygirl” he commands softly, voice rough with need.
The build is fast, intense, and I shatter again, walls fluttering around him as ecstasy floods me.
Jeff thrusts deep one last time, before pulling out and cumming on my stomach, his body shuddering against mine.
We collapse, his weight comforting, and he chuckles into my neck.
warnings contain: hair-pulling, public sex, choking.
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Jey Uso x Zaveah
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In a bustling restaurant restroom, Josh tugged at Zaveah's locs while she was engaged in an intimate encounter with her man. The noise of the crowd outside masked the explicit sounds of their actions, allowing them to indulge in their moment without concern.
The man's desperate grip on her red dress nearly tore it apart, pulling it up over her back. The sound of her skin meeting his hips echoed like applause, creating a rhythm that was impossible to ignore.
“Oh my goddd, Joshuaaa.” She moaned while looking back at him.
He ran his tongue along his lips before pressing them together, then plunged himself deeply into her slick warmth, playfully smacking her backside, which made her let out soft whimpers.
“This is my shit veah? Huh?” Josh grunted in the air yanking onto her locs some more.
Zaveah was so consumed by the intense pleasure he was giving her that she could hardly comprehend the words spilling from her lips, all while wearing the dress she had chosen for their date.
She found it amusing to watch him squirm in his snug pants, which seemed to draw him into a world of his own. However, her amusement quickly faded when she stepped into the bathroom, only to be unexpectedly pulled into a stall and bent over.
Josh had pulled her hair back, oblivious to any response that might have escaped her lips. “I’m not going to repeat myself veah, tell daddy this pussy belongs to him.” He had led her into a state of despair, causing her to cry out as she attempted to shove him away by pushing against his stomach, but he only tightened his grip, wrapping her arm behind her back.
“Yess! Daddy yes this pussy belongs to you only you! I’m your number one girl!” She mewled out aching for release.
A smirk appeared on his face, “you damn right you my number one girl baby doll, show daddy how much of a good girl you’re for me.” She started to move in sync with him, arching her body back against him, which left her seeing stars and her mind spinning in a blissful haze.
She found herself in a captivating rhythm, nibbling on her lower lip while her aroused body yearned for satisfaction, glancing back at him with a mix of desire and anticipation.
“Yeah, keep your eyes on me mama. Pretty ass face.” He showered her with compliments, igniting her desire even further—she was incredibly aroused, allowing him effortless entry and exit, much like a water slide, and he found that exhilarating.
He gazed down, captivated by the creamy essence enveloping him, entranced by the sight of himself moving in and out of her. The way her eyes rolled back in pleasure left him spellbound.
I then noticed someone entering the bathroom, making their way to a stall nearby. Josh had covered her mouth with his hand as he penetrated her deeply, only to withdraw slightly before gradually moving his hips—almost as if he were teasing her.
“Don’t make a fucking sound, fuck this pussy is so good.” He groaned in a whisper tone.
She kept moving her hips back against him slowly, careful not to alert the person in the adjacent stall, with him fully enveloped within her.
“D-daddy…” Zaveah whimpered.
Josh's hand encircled her throat, his gaze locking onto her deep brown eyes as he delivered a silent warning. “didn’t I say not to make a sound? you must wanna get your pussy pummeled.” She shook her head begging for him not to.
As soon as they heard the toilet flush and the stall door creak open, followed by the sound of water flowing from the sink, Josh dove in completely, thrusting into her as she gasped in surprise.
“Joshuaaaa fuckkk!”
“Mhm, take this fucking dick ma. Take this shit.”
“Too much! T-too much oh fuck!” The sensation of him pressing against her cervix was so intense that it left her mind in a haze, making it difficult for her to grasp what was happening.
“You gon’ take this shit, don’t fucking run from me.” She clung to the toilet seat with all her might, a deep sensation churning in her stomach, warning her that she was on the brink of climax.
His tip repeatedly struck her g-spot, pushing her to the edge of her limits as she tapped him from behind. “is my baby doll finna tap out on me? C’mon mamas you can handle it a little more longer.” At this moment, her eyes seemed to roll back in her head; her legs trembled uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face, smudging her makeup.
Josh could feel himself stirring within her as he thrust deeper, one hand gripping her throat while the other held her hips firmly, driving himself in fully so she could experience every inch of him.
The way she enveloped him was intoxicating, making him roll his eyes in ecstasy—she was a flawless match for him, fitting him like no one else ever could.
“d-daddy can I cum? Please can I cum?” Zaveah begged looking at him with pleading eyes.
“I know, I know I can feel it. Gon’ ahead make a mess on this dick mama it’s all yours baby.” Josh groaned.
Zaveah released a piercing moan, her voice echoing through the air as she desperately wished for the restaurant's patrons to remain oblivious. Waves of pleasure surged through her, and she could feel her essence cascading down her leg, accompanied by the unmistakable squelching sounds emanating from her body.
Josh glanced down at himself, noticing it glistening with her creamy essence and juices. He knew it would become even richer when he released himself inside her.
“Look at you baby, making a mess all over me. such a good girl love that shit.” He praised her looking into her tired eyes.
At this moment, she felt utterly defeated, allowing him to have his way with her while all she could manage was to complain about her heightened sensitivity. “hmm, where you want this nut at baby?”
“Nut in me…” she said above a whisper.
“What? I didn’t hear you mama?”
“Nut in me daddy! Please nut in me!” He plunged into her one final time, releasing his warmth deep within her as waves of pleasure coursed through them both, their shared groans echoing the intensity of the moment.
He moved with deliberate, deep thrusts, ensuring that not a drop of his release escaped her before withdrawing—watching as her legs quivered.
He adjusted her dress, pulling it back into place, and assisted her in standing as she wobbled, her legs feeling like jelly from the effect he had on her. Josh couldn't help but laugh at her unsteadiness.
“I gotchu mamas.” Josh gently lifted her in a bridal carry, making his way out of the stall and through the restroom. Onlookers glanced their way, but their curiosity quickly faded.
“You didn’t have to fuck me like that Joshua.” Zaveah says.
“Well, don’t wear such a short ass dress thinking I won’t fuck the shit out of you.” Zaveah crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at him as he led them to their table, but her expression shifted when she heard him speak once more.
“Fix yo’ face before I fuck it right out of you again.” She quickly composed her expression, determined to avoid another round of that ordeal.
Josh wore a sly grin, fully aware that Zaveah would always hold the top spot in his heart, and no one could ever take her place.
- fin 💗
a/n: um heyy I just wanted to this you know something short and sweet 🙃 but I hope yall liked it fasho.
Warnings: RPF, strong language, and implied smut. Minors DNI!
Word Count: 1.6K
Summary: Saiah knew it was wrong. An inmate and a prison officer? But her body was treacherous and it craved his forbidden fruit, even if it lead to her loosing her job.
The heavy steel door clanged shut behind Saiah with a definitive finality, the sound echoing through the sterile corridor of the prison’s H-Wing. It was a sound she’d grown accustomed to, almost immune to, over her two years as a prison officer.
Tonight, however, the metallic reverberation seemed to linger, vibrating not just in the air but in the pit of her stomach, a nervous tremor she couldn’t quite shake.
She adjusted her uniform, the crisp, impersonal fabric feeling suddenly too tight, too revealing under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her gaze drifted towards cell H3-14, Joe’s cell. He’d been transferred to her wing three months ago, a late thirty-something man with eyes that held a surprising depth despite the bravado he projected.
A petty thief, in for breaking and entering, nothing violent, but with a reputation amongst the other officers for being…troublesome. Saiah, however, saw something different. Or perhaps, she allowed herself to see something different.
It started subtly. A lingering glance during cell checks, a murmured ‘good evening’ that held a different cadence than the usual perfunctory greetings. For Joe, it had been bolder, a direct look, a flash of a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, momentarily softening the hard edges of his inmate persona. For Saiah, it was a slow burn, a forbidden spark of intrigue in the monotonous routine of prison life.
The attraction was dangerous, a volatile cocktail of power imbalance and professional suicide. She knew the risks – dismissal, scandal, even worse legal ramifications. Yet, as the weeks turned into months, and their carefully orchestrated exchanges became more pointed, more charged with unspoken desires, the danger itself became part of the allure. The sterile, predictable world of prison seemed to crack open, revealing a hidden, thrilling darkness.
Tonight, it was different. Tonight, the unspoken was to be spoken. Tonight, the simmering tension was to ignite.
She’d orchestrated it meticulously, taking advantage of the staffing shortages, the predictable shift patterns, and the blind spots in the CCTV coverage. A ‘routine’ check on H-Wing after most officers had clocked off, leaving her virtually alone. A pre-arranged signal – Joe’s empty water jug placed by his cell door. A silent invitation.
As she approached H3-14, her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the otherwise silent wing. She could hear the faint rustle of movement from inside the cell. Taking a deep breath, she produced her keys, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat rising in her cheeks. The lock clicked, and she slid the heavy door open, the usual jarring clang muffled to a soft thud in the quiet corridor.
Joe stood in the shadows at the back of the cell, his silhouette outlined against the dim light filtering in from the landing. He was taller than she remembered, muscular, his prison-issue blue uniform hugging tightly on his frame. He stepped forward as she entered, his eyes, dark and intense, fixed on hers. The bravado was gone, replaced by a nervous anticipation that mirrored her own.
“Saiah,” he breathed, his voice low, rough around the edges. Her name, on his lips, sounded both forbidden and intoxicating.
She moved closer, closing the cell door behind her with a soft click that echoed the beating of her heart. The confines of the small cell, usually claustrophobic and oppressive, now felt charged, intimate. The stale air seemed thick with unspoken desires, with the weight of their transgression.
“Joe,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, the salt and pepper beard adorning his jaw, the way his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously.
They stood for a moment, frozen in the charged silence, the distance between them shrinking with every breath. Then, he moved. His hand reached out, tentative at first, then firm, cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine, melting the last vestiges of her professional facade.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice husky, his gaze searching hers. But his hand didn’t move, his touch didn’t falter.
“I know,” she whispered back, her own hand reaching up to cover his, to press his palm against her skin. The knowledge of the risk, the inherent wrongness of it all, only intensified the thrill, the burning desire that had been building between them.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, “But you are.”
And then he kissed her. It wasn’t gentle, not at first. It was raw, urgent, a desperate claiming. His lips were firm, demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, then pushing past, tasting, exploring. She responded instinctively, her body arching into his, the uniform suddenly feeling like a barrier she desperately wanted to shed.
He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged, his eyes burning into hers.
“Saiah,” he repeated, her name a plea, a question.
She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too. The forbidden thrill had escalated beyond longing, beyond attraction, into a desperate need to cross the line, to shatter the rules that bound them.
She nodded, a small, decisive movement. He understood.
The rest happened quickly, driven by a primal urgency. His hands moved to her uniform buttons, fumbling slightly in his haste, and she helped him, her fingers trembling as she undid her own belt, her own constraints. The harsh prison light seemed to dim, replaced by the heat of their bodies, the urgency of their desire.
They moved to the narrow bunk, the thin mattress offering little comfort, but neither of them noticed. Clothes were shed, discarded in a tangle on the cell floor, leaving them skin to skin, the stark reality of the prison cell fading into the background, replaced by the overwhelming sensations of touch, of breath, of the intoxicating forbiddenness of their embrace.
He kissed her again, deeper this time, his body pressing against hers, the hard planes of his chest against her breasts, the undeniable evidence of his arousal pressing into her thigh. He moved lower, his lips trailing down her neck, her shoulder, his teeth nipping gently at her skin, sending shivers of pleasure through her.
She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
“Joe,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
He raised his head, his eyes filled with a dark, knowing hunger, “Tell me what you want, baby.”
The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken desires, with the raw truth of their forbidden connection. She met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting the same desperate longing.
“I…I want you,” she whispered, the words barely audible, but charged with all the pent-up desires of weeks, months.
He needed no further prompting. He moved over her, his weight heavy and welcome, his eyes locked on hers as he entered her, the sudden fullness eliciting a gasp from her lips. The small cell filled with the sounds of their breathing, their movements, the rhythmic creak of the bunk bed.
She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations, to the intoxicating mix of pleasure and danger. His rhythm was insistent, driving her higher, closer to the edge. She could feel the sweat beading on her skin, the frantic pounding of her heart, the tightening coil of tension in her core.
And then, it started. The sounds she craved. The soft grunts, the ragged breaths, the barely suppressed moans that escaped his lips as he pushed deeper, harder, his body shuddering against hers. With each thrust, the sounds intensified, becoming more primal, more unrestrained. She opened her eyes, watching his face, contorted in pleasure, his brow furrowed, his lips parted, letting out those guttural sounds, the whimpers she had longed to hear.
She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, wanting to absorb every sound, every sensation, every forbidden moment. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts, her own pleasure rising in a dizzying crescendo, fuelled by the danger, by the transgression, by the raw, visceral connection they had forged in the heart of Wandsworth prison.
His pace quickened, his sounds escalating, becoming louder, more desperate. She could feel the tremor in his body, the ripple of muscles beneath her hands. And then, with a final, guttural cry, he tensed, his body arching against hers, the sound exploding from his throat, a raw moan of release as he climaxed inside her.
She held him tight, her own body shuddering in the aftermath, her ears filled with the sound she had desired, the whimpering, moaning pleasure that had been extracted from him, for her. The sounds echoed in the small cell, a stark counterpoint to the sterile silence of the prison around them.
As the tremors subsided, they lay tangled together, their sweat mingling, their breaths ragged. The harsh reality of their situation slowly seeped back into the small cell. The prison walls, the uniforms lying discarded on the floor, the knowledge of the risk they had just taken.
But for a fleeting moment, in the aftermath of their desperate, forbidden encounter, Saiah felt a strange sense of triumph. She had broken the rules, crossed the line, and in doing so, had touched something raw, real, and intensely alive in the sterile, controlled world of HMP Wandsworth. And she had heard the sounds she craved, the sounds of Joe’s pleasure, whimpering in her ear, a secret they now shared, a dangerous bond forged in the heart of the prison’s darkness. The clang of the closing cell door echoed in her mind, no longer a sound of confinement, but a reminder of the illicit freedom they had momentarily stolen.
this is a request sorry for the hiatus I had writer's block lol but enjoyyyyy
Lyriq was looking forward to coming home. The day had been long, and she wanted to chill, grab something to eat, and maybe watch a movie with Jimmy if he was home. With both of their crazy schedules, it had been rare for them to see each other the past few weeks.
Jimmy is her fiance and they are getting married in just a few months.
She walked through the front door, and Jimmy was sitting on the couch like he usually was when she came home. But tonight, the vibe felt off. He was zoned out, eyes glued to the TV, his body slouched like he had something on his mind.
"Hey, babe," she said, hanging up her jacket by the door. "How was your day?"
He barely looked up, giving her a half-hearted “Good” before turning back to the screen to whatever was playing.
she brushed it off and tried to convince herself that he was just tired.
But something wasn’t adding up. The vibe was definitely off.
lyriq went into the kitchen, grabbed a quick drink, and when she came back into the living room, Jimmy was gone. probably in the bathroom, but he made the dumb mistake of leaving his phone on the coffee table.
she heard a low ding of a text coming through. lyriq debated for a second if she should check who it was. She wasn’t expecting anything crazy, just wanted to know why he was being weird.
she picked up his phone and put the password in.
His Dumb ass didn't even change the password
It was a video with a text under it saying “I miss you” from Papa John's? her thumb hovered over it for a moment, and then she hit play.
It was Jimmy her fiancé. He was with Monique. The Monique she had hung out with last week. They were on a balcony somewhere, fucking. lyriq's stomach dropped when she saw him inches inside her with his hand tangled in her hair while she moaned.
she watched the video again thinking of a reaction should she crash out on him or leave. she could feel her hands start to tremble and her face get hot from the anger boiling up.
Before she could even process what she was feeling, she heard footsteps coming down the hall. Jimmy was back, and he didn’t see what she had just seen.
"I feel 10 pounds lighter" he chuckles.
He was smiling, acting like nothing was wrong, like nothing had changed. His dumbass had no clue.
she throws the phone at him, and his smile drops as he dodges the phone.
“The fuck is wrong with you” he raises his voice, confused looking at the broken phone on the floor and then back at her.
lyriq didn’t respond. Instead, she grabbed the ring from her finger, Chucking it at him. The diamond hitting him in the face, but he didn’t even flinch. His hands hovered in front of him, looking dumb like he was waiting for some kind of explanation.
He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
“Don't. Just shut the fuck up.” her voice was shaky, but her anger started rising the more she looked at his face.
“You’ve been playing me this whole time, huh? While I was out here telling everyone we were locked in, you were out here fucking Monique, lying to my face.”
He looked at her with wide eyes, the guilt all over his face. But there was no way she was giving him a pass. No way.
“Lyriq, wait. can I at least explain myself,” he started, reaching for her, but she pulled back, she was heated.
“Explain what? That you cheated on me? with my fucking friend? ain't shit to explain nigga” She could feel the tears threatening to spill, but she fought them. She was done with him.
The silence in the room grew heavier. she could see Jimmy stumbling over his words, but it didn’t matter anymore. she didn’t care about his excuses.
she turned her back on him packing her shit and leaving.
“LYRIQ,” he called, but she didn’t stop.
she got in her car and didn’t even know where she was going. her mind was racing. She just needed to get away from him before she did something that could get her 25 to life.
her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she didn’t even want to look at it. It was probably Jimmy.
her phone buzzed again. This time, it was Solo. She had been close to him for years.
parking her car on a random street she picked up the phone, trying to steady her breath.
“Solo… I… I don’t know what to do.” she cries.
“Lyriq? you crying? where you at?” he asked, his voice deep with concern.
she bit your lip, trying to hold it together. “I—Solo, I just caught Jimmy cheating. I saw the video. With Monique. I’m… I don’t know what to do.”
There was a pause on the other end. She could hear him cursing.
“You aii? You need me to come get you?”
she closed your eyes, trying to process the emotions hitting her all at once. “No I'm fine, I just can't believe I trusted your trifling ass brother, Solo."
“I know, Lyriq. I’m so sorry. But listen to me, aii? You don’t have to do this alone. I’m here, okay?” he reassured her.
“I’m on my way, Solo. I need you right now.”
"I'll be here"
It didn’t take long to get to his place. Solo was standing there in front of the building, waiting for her as he said.
As soon as he saw her, his eyes softened.
“You good?” he asked grabbing her into a hug.
“I’m good Just can’t believe this shit right now.” she glanced up at him, barely able to hold back the tears.
"let's go inside it's cold out here" he opens the door for her letting her walk ahead before walking into the building too.
In Solo's Apartment
“You didn’t deserve that shit, Lyriq, You never deserved to be played like that. My brother is a fucking idiot." he wiped her tears as they stood in his kitchen drinking vodka and cranberry juice.
she bit her lip, trying to keep herself together. The anger still bubbled inside her.
“Thanks,”
"I'm for real" Solo stepped forward again, closing the space between them.
His presence was almost overwhelming, but not in a bad way. He had a way of making her feel safe, even when everything else around her felt like it was falling apart. But then his gaze dropped to her lips, and for the first time in a while, she felt a different kind of tension between them.
“Solo…” she whispered his name.
Solo’s lips hovered just above hers, the thick, chemistry that had always been there but had been buried for the sake of her relationship creeping up.
He leaned in slowly, giving her the space to back away if she wanted. But Lyriq didn’t move. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, letting him close the distance.
And then his lips were on hers—gentle at first as if testing the waters, as if waiting for her to tell him to stop. But she didn’t. she kissed him back.
Solo’s lips deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling Lyriq closer.
“I got you” He whispered softly against her lips, sending chills down her spine and straight to her pussy.
The kiss lingered and When she finally pulled away, her breath was heavy, and her mind was racing.
They stare at each other for a long second before their lips connect again. Solo places her on the counter, and their hands explore each other before he picks her up and carries her to his bedroom.
"let me take care of you like a real man should baby," he says kissing her neck.
He steps into his room and places Lyric on the bed with no words or time clothes are ripped off, they need each other bad.
"fuck Ma" Solo's eyes roamed over Lyriq's body, taking in every inch of her. He could see the way her titties hardened under his gaze, the way her breath hitched as he slowly stroked his dick.
"fuck that I need you inside me," Lyriq says breathing heavily when she sees Solo getting in position to give her head.
They laughed before he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. Lyriq's breath hitched as she felt the tip press against her entrance.
"fuck" She moaned as he slowly pushed into her, filling her completely.
"this pussy wet as fuck for me love" he whispers in her ear.
Lyriq's legs wrapped around Solo's waist, urging him deeper. He complied, thrusting into her slow and deep.
"fuck mama, you choking this dick" he groans going harder and faster, Lyriq's nails dug into Solo's back.
"oh- solo I can't take it" She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing.
"relax baby what I tell you? I'm gonna take care of you" he kisses her forehead.
"but I'm so- mmm" she moans.
"close? I know baby I feel you" Solo understood her body in a way Jimmy never did and she was never going back Solo wasn't getting rid of her he'd created a psycho.
The way Lyriq's pussy clenched around his Dick, the way her body trembled beneath him. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge.
"let it go beautiful, cum for me" He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in slow circles, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. Lyriq's moans turned into screams as her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing as she squirted for the first time all over solo.
"There we go, good fucking girl" he smiles with pride.
Solo didn't stop, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own release. He could feel Lyriq's pussy gripping his dick as her body still trembled from her orgasm. He let out a low groan as he nutted inside her.
But he wasn't done with her his dick still hard. He flipped her onto her stomach, positioning her on her hands and knees.
"I ain't done with this pussy" He rubbed his dick against her, coating it in her juices before pressing against her entrance. He pushed in slowly, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size.
"your so fucking big" Lyriq moaned, her body pushing back against him.
"throw that shit back on this dick mama" he smacks her ass before she started throwing it back on him.
"I'm gonna cum" Lyriq's moans as her second orgasm hit her, her body shaking as she squirted for the second time.
"you so fucking sexy like this mama" Solo could feel his own orgasm building, his body tensing as he neared the edge. his cock throbbing as he nutted again this time on her back.
both of them falling onto the bed exhausted and out of breath lying with each other in comfortable silence.
He slipped out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the sound of running water and smiled, knowing he was running her a bath. True to his word, he was taking care of her, putting her needs first.
When he returned, he put her over his shoulder and carried her to the bathroom. He lowered her into the warm, bubbly water, the scent of vanilla filling the air her favorite scent.
She sighed in contentment, leaning back against the tub. Solo knelt beside her, running a washcloth over her skin.
“nigga you trying to make me crazy?” she murmured chuckling not used to this treatment.
“Maybe, shit you tryna make me crazy? ”He chuckled, a low, sexy sound that made her want to fuck him again in the bathroom.
“Maybe, now you stuck with me” she smiled.
After the bath, he carried her back to bed, wrapping her in his strong arms. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her.
She snuggled into his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Thank you, Solo. For everything. For being here for me, and for making me feel good again.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll always be here for you, Ma.
As she drifted off to sleep, safe and loved in his arms. Jimmy’s betrayal was a distant memory, replaced by the comfort and love of a real man. A man who would always put her first, who would always worship her like the queen she was.
he just happened to be Jimmy's brother and she didn't give not one fuck.
Summary: “please don’t call my name when I submit to you this way” Justine’s bratty attitude and smart mouth gets her in trouble causing Jey to put her in her place.
Warnings: unprotected sex, cream-pie, BDSM, hair pulling, spanking, daddy kink, mama, angel, praise kink, degradation kink, submissive, oral (M receiving), dominance, fluff at the end :)
Word count: 3203
AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.
comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍
ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
"I told you Justine nothing wasn't happening between Me and Liv it’s all for show nothing more we are actors that we are suppose to do,” Jey said as he followed Justine inside of the house.
“I didn’t like the way she was touching all over you and you seemed to enjoy it instead of pushing her away,” Justine protested going towards the kitchen getting her something to drink.
The conflict began when Liv was getting a bit too close to Jey during their conversation, which understandably upset Justine. Feeling frustrated, she decided to leave the arena, not wanting to appear insecure about the situation. After all, in the wrestling world, such interactions are often part of the storyline, with characters engaging in rivalries and dramatic moments that keep the audience engaged.
Justine was far from pleased with the dynamic unfolding between him and Liv. It seemed as though Liv was eager to be all over him, completely disregarding the fact that his girlfriend was right there, witnessing the entire scene.
Justine repeatedly voiced her discomfort with Liv Morgan's presence around Jey, but he dismissed her concerns, insisting that it was all just part of the entertainment for the fans and not genuine. Frustrated, Justine grew weary of bringing it up, not wanting to come across as controlling or insecure. Liv was undeniably attractive, and her ability to stir up drama made Justine uneasy, especially when she noticed how Liv's touch could alter her expression. Yet, Jey seemed completely unfazed by it all.
Justine was making an effort to steady her nerves, maintaining her distance from him. The lingering scent of Liv's perfume clung to him, and Justine knew she couldn't be near that unless he changed his clothes. As she heard his footsteps approaching from behind, she felt his powerful arms encircle her waist, enveloping her in a familiar embrace.
She caught a whiff of that girl's perfume lingering on his clothes, and in an instant, she pushed him away, leaving him completely taken aback. “Yo’ what the fuck Justine,” Justine looked at him while rolling her eyes at him folding her arms.
“I don’t need you around me smelling like that bitch at your job Jey,” She remarked.
“Aye, don’t disrespect her like that. She didn’t do anything to you so why are you calling her names like that?” Justine was taken aback as he spoke, unable to comprehend why this man was standing up for her of all people, especially when he seemed oblivious to Liv's flirtatious behavior and her desire to get closer to him.
She felt a growing sense of inadequacy in her role, believing she was failing to keep him satisfied. It was as if he sought affection elsewhere, allowing others like Liv to caress him and claim him as their own. Justine shook her head in disbelief; she simply couldn’t tolerate this behavior from him any longer.
“I’m done having this conversation with you, you don’t understand at all Jey and that’s the problem,”
“What? That you’re insecure? I keep on tryna tell yo’ ass that nothing isn’t goin’ on between me and her but instead you wanna keep arguing over and over; over the same shit,”
“You’re being dramatic Justine, overreacting for nun,” Justine felt a surge of anger as she listened to him dismiss her feelings, labeling her as “dramatic” and “overreacting” about a woman who had the freedom to touch him at work while she was expected to remain silent.
“Me? Overreacting? Over a fucking bitch that is allowed to fucking touch you when it’s not me? You’re so unbelievable I swear to god you’re I guess you need the fucking attention since apparently I don’t give you that enough,” Justine felt a surge of emotion as she spat, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. As she gazed into his eyes, it struck her how indifferent he appeared, almost as if the entire situation meant nothing to him.
“Sometimes I fucking hate you because you don’t care stupid asshole,” She whispered softly before making her way upstairs to find some relief.
Jey was taken aback by her words, prompting a dark chuckle to escape him as he looked at her. “the fuck did you just say? Mumbling underneath your breath and shit,” Jey asked.
“It doesn’t matter nigga, leave me alone. As a matter a fact go ahead and get some attention from that whore Liv seems like yo’ bitch ass love the attention from her than your own girlfriend,” With that Justine proceeds to head upstairs towards their shared bedroom until Jey snatched her ass up by the hair pulling her back as she looked up at him intensely.
She could interpret his facial expressions, and it was clear he was furious—truly enraged by her words—as he roughly tugged at her hair again.
“You wanna repeat what you just said angel? Because you know I could fuck the attitude out of you,” His voice resonated with a deep, gravelly tone that seemed to slice through her.
When she failed to answer his question, Jey realized he had her exactly where he wanted. He looked down at her neck, showering it with gentle, lingering kisses that sent a warm flutter through Justine. Despite the intoxicating sensations, she fought to maintain her anger, frustrated that he didn’t grasp her feelings.
“S-stop…I’m not falling for this,” She muttered trying to fight him off.
He released his grip on her hair, shifting his hand to her neck and drawing her nearer to him. Their lips barely grazed, while their noses met softly. Jey locked his gaze onto her eyes, which were brimming with pure desire.
“You goin’ to listen me and listen to me good, I want you to head upstairs in our bedroom take them fucking clothes off and grab that collar from the dresser and put it on for me you hear me mama?” Jey's voice lowered several tones, infused with a heightened sense of aggression as he made his demand.
Justine shook her head, “no, I’m not doing that. Go do this shit with Liv and leave me alone you don’t even want me when you get all the attention from her,” She pushed him away, but he quickly seized her by the back of her throat, clearly fed up with her games.
“Why do you have to be a fucking brat huh? I got something for that ass c’mon since you don’t wanna fucking listen to me,” Jey effortlessly lifted Justine onto his shoulders, as if she were weightless, and made his way to their shared bedroom.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry daddy!” Justine cried out as tears were falling from her cheeks.
While she was shackled on his lap to prevent her from escaping, Jey was delivering her hard spanks on her ass cheeks while he proceeded to smack her ass some more.
“You don’t sound to convincing mama, say it like you fucking mean it.” Jey demanded as he whack her ass harshly causing her to whine in pain.
“Fuck! I’m sorry! I won’t disrespect you anymore! Please!” She pleaded, her gaze fixed on him from behind, tears brimming in her eyes, poised to spill over. He noticed her distress, yet it didn’t affect him; in fact, it was exactly the reaction he desired, relishing her submission to his will.
“Now you wanna beg huh? After being a bitch, you like being a bratty bitch don’t you? Just get me all riled up and shit,” She felt her pussy throb from the way he was yelling taunts at her and then spanking her further.
Justine lowered her head, surrendering to his whims, feeling utterly powerless in situations like this. It was in that moment she felt the sharp tug of the leash, forcing her to look up, revealing her tear-streaked face, a mix of tears and snot betraying her vulnerability.
“Knees now, don’t disappoint me angel.” Justine followed instructions obediently, kneeling in anticipation as he loosened the drawstring of his sweats. The moment he did, she couldn't help but notice the undeniable desire he had for her.
After lowering his boxers, Jey's long, thick cock sprung free, nearly striking Justine in the face. He put his hand in her hair and drew her closer to his pulsating cock, which ached for her lips to touch it. “Open yo’ mouth for me mama,” and that she did as he sticked his dick inside of her mouth feeling the tip hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag.
He pulled back gazing down at her, “Relax yo’ throat angel,” As he started stroking in and out of her mouth and watching her take him completely in her throat, she relaxed her throat as instructed.
As he kept thrusting himself inside of her mouth Justine kept her eyes close not wanting to lookup him while doing so causing him to grip onto her hair more tightly, “Look up at me angel, lemme’ see how good I’m fucking that pretty face of yours,” her puppy eyes looked up at him swirling her tongue around the head of his dick.
“Mhmm, just like that mama. Taking me so well like an obedient angel you’re for me hm?” Justine kept her lips into an “o” shape as he kept on thrusting inside of her warm mouth.
He drove more and more within her mouth, causing drool to flow from her lips to the floor from her chin while maintaining eye contact. He felt her cheeks hollow out and her tongue caress him as he flung his head back in pleasure.
As he pushed his dick deeper into her throat, nearly creating a barrier, Jey bit the bottom of his lip and looked down at her with his dark, lustful eyes. He tilted her head to change the angle, then pushed his hips forward, sliding past the curve of her throat.
She swallowed around his cock and half-gagged, enjoying the searing sensation she was experiencing at the moment. She felt his balls slip down her chin, which relaxed her neck further and allowed him to glide a few more inches down her throat.
The room was filled with his moans and dirty vulgar words that was speaking out of his mouth like a sailor.
“Such a good girl for me mama, you goin’ to eat this nut up for daddy?” He grunted as Justine nodded her head obeying him.
He had a nice rhythm going on as he continued to fuck her throat in an attempt to get his high, and it was so lovely to hear her gurgling in his dick that a smirk turned to his face.
She was breathing through her nose to gather herself while Jey fucked her through it. She willed her throat to relax, knowing that every spasm tightened it and made him more aroused.
As he slammed into her throat, Justine felt her pussy soaking and throbbing for his touch. She could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks and all of her drool dropping across her breast.
It was a beautiful sight to see from his eyes, “you’re so beautiful mama, so beautiful pup,” he moaned out feeling his dick twitching inside of her mouth.
As he viciously fucks her throat in, his balls tighten, making his rhythm halt when he sees sweat trickle down his cheeks. Her throat turns into the ideal cock sleeve for him and him alone.
He ground into her, pushing his cock deeper inside of her throat as his warm seeds filled up her throat so nicely causing her to swallowed it all; all of it as he let out a satisfying moan escape his lips.
Jey was fucking her balls deep from the back pulling onto the leash that was connected to the collar causing her to moan out his name begging him to slow down.
“Fuckkk! Daddy!” Justine moaned.
“Take this dick like a good pup you’re mama, give me your body.” he growled thrusting in and out of her gushy insides.
Jey gave her a few whacks on her ass cheeks while holding onto the leash making sure that she didn’t escape nor fall onto the bed he wanted her back arched to the sky. Her pussy was clenching onto him as her milky cream coated up his dick so nicely.
He loved the sight of her cream coating him up so well causing him to rub his thumb around her second hole before placing his thumb inside of it gaining more control of her as she moaned at the feeling.
“You know I love you and only you mama, why you gotta act like that hm?” He breathed out, “why you gotta act out like this?” He moaned out pulling onto her leash so that her body can collide with his gripping onto her chin.
“I-I’m sorry..daddy…ouuu fuck…” she mewled out gazing into his eyes while he bored into hers.
He placed a soft kiss on her lips pounding away as her ass was ricocheting off his hips hearing nothing but skin slapping against each other filling up the whole entire room.
“you sorry pup? hm?” Justine nodded her head having tears willed up in her eyes begging him.
That didn’t matter though he kept his hand around her chin as they kept eye contact with each other feeling his hand slithering down her pussy and began rubbing her clit which made her jolt.
“Joshuaaa….pleasee fuck…” she begged.
“Keep begging for me pup, be a good girl for daddy aight?” Jey rubbed her clit in a fast motion watching her crumbling at his touch as she clenched her pussy some more.
She wanted to keep her eyes close but didn’t want to get in trouble so she kept them opened watching him losing himself inside of her throwing his head back in pleasure biting onto the bottom of his lip.
Hearing her whines and moans fill up the room.
“Daddy…please…I’ll be a good girl next time…fuck please,”
“I know you’ll be a good girl next time pup, fuck your pussy feels so good mama,”
“You be worrying about the wrong shit, when I’m coming home to you right?” His dick was kissing her cervix so sweetly as she couldn’t take it anymore pleading with this man.
“Yes…d-daddy…I’m finna…fuck…can I cum daddy? Please daddy?” Justine pleaded as she felt a knot forming inside of her stomach.
Her eyes were pleading and begging for him just like a puppy, he was pummeling her inner walls taking his thumb out from her second whole gripping onto her hips as he continued use his other hand rubbing her clit faster and faster.
“Make a mess on me pup, I want it all,” his gentle whispers sent shivers down her spine.
She felt herself clenching down onto him as she let out a loud moan feeling her juices flowing out from her as it was dripping down her leg leaving her body shaking and wanting to collapse down onto the bed but knowing that Jey wouldn’t let her.
She felt exhausted and defeated by her intense orgasm that she just experienced tiredly looking into his eyes as he made out with her passionately while beating her now sensitive insides. His tongue was exploring her mouth savoring the taste of her lips, he pulled the bottom on her lips back before going back in tonguing her down like no other.
Justine was fully aware, deep within her heart, that her love for him was unwavering, even amidst her concerns during their time apart. She understood that his feelings for her were equally strong, and that Liv Morgan held no significance in his life as long as he returned to Justine. Ultimately, that was all that truly mattered to her.
“You mines mama, all mine.” He muttered between the kiss.
“I’m yours daddy?” She responded back gaining that reassurance that she always wanted.
“Mhmm, all mines pup. where you want this nut at huh?”
At this point she couldn’t care less where she wanted at she wanted this to be over with so that she could get some sleep.
“Nut inside of me daddy, your precious pup wants all of your nut,” that’s all he needed to hear from her lips as he pushed down on the mattress smushing her face into her fucking her silly.
“Joshuaaaa!” He was eager to get his nut and wasn't stopping for anyone, not even her, as he pounded her gushy pussy. He didn't want to hear any of that.
He hissed at the pleasure that he was feeling of her pussy feeling so warm while he was deep inside of that he was fucking her until she started to see stars at this point, letting her mind become foggy at the moment.
His hand was on her head pressing it down on the bed rolling his eyes in the back of his head feeling his balls tightened, clenching his thighs as he fucked her roughly.
“Fuckk daddy…I can’t take it…” she cried out earning a slap on her left ass cheek.
“Hold out for me mama, I’m almost there fuck,” Jey breathed out while watching her swollen pussy swallowing him up whole.
His balls were slapping against her clit driving her insane as she couldn’t really do anything since her hands were in handcuffs so she managed to throw her ass back on him helping him chase his high.
He pulled onto the handcuffs matching her movements so they could have a perfect rhythm together moaning and groaning at the satisfaction.
“Just like that mama, such a good puppy for daddy. C’mon c’mon make daddy nut.” His praises were making her more wet than ever.
Justine could feel another orgasm creeping up on her as she continues to throw circles around his cock feeling the head of his dick kissing her cervix once more, “ouuu daddy…daddy…” she had her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
He felt his dick twitching again looking down at his view; his perfect view of his girlfriend’s ass ricocheting off of him getting a handful of her ass in his available hand slapping it.
“I’m finna cum daddy…I’m finna cum…”
“Me too pup, lemme bust one in you mama,”
Jey slammed into her one last mixing his nut with her juices as they both let out a satisfying moan at the feeling as his warm seeds were shooting ropes after ropes deep inside of her inner walls, he slowly pulled out from her spreading her legs apart seeing all his nut dripping out from her aching pussy.
Justine fell onto the bed, struggling to keep her eyes open, but ultimately succumbed to sleep. Meanwhile, Jey, exhausted yet amused, watched her with a chuckle as he carefully unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists and removed the collar from her neck.
He gently returned them to the drawer before moving toward Justine, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her closer to him. Jey pressed a tender kiss on her temple as he enveloped them both in the warm blanket.
“I love you mama, only you pup,” He whispered as he drifted himself to sleep.
ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥: Jimmy finds out Giselle is going on a date and he's not going for that at all.
this might be a series so stay tuned!!!!!!
“You ready to go?” Giselle asked her 6-year-old daughter kapri.
“Yes wait I need to grab my backpack.” she ran back into her room.
“Alright, you’ve got 20 seconds,” Giselle yells knowing her daughter will put everything that could fit in her bookbag.
Her phone rings. She smiles, hoping it’s her date, but it’s her daughter’s dad instead.
Giselle and Jimmy were married for 7 years technically 8 since he never signed the papers but they've been separated for almost a year now strictly co-parenting and this is her first date since the separation.
“Hey, bo,” she answers the phone her attitude evident calling him by the childhood nickname that she gave him it's short for Jimbo cause he was a little ditsy one.
"wassup roo, damn what I do now?" he says in a sarcastic tone mocking a quote from their favorite show calling her by the childhood nickname he gave her short for Parker-roo, Parker being her maiden name.
"Nothing" she chuckles, he always found a way to make her laugh.
“mhm, y'all on the way?” he smiles.
“Yeah, just waiting for her to grab her backpack... it’s been 20 seconds, come on!” she yells for Kapri who's been in her room for over 20 seconds.
“Why you yelling in my ear?” he sucks his teeth pretending to be annoyed even though he misses her loud ass mouth.
“Boy, shut up. I’ll see you in a bit.” she laughs.
“Alright, be safe Roo. Let me know when you’re outside.”
“Okay, Bo see you in a bit.”
“I’m ready.” Kapri runs out of her room holding her Bluey bookbag.
She’s buckling kapri into her car seat when her phone rings. She rolls her eyes, expecting it to be Jimmy again, but this time, it’s her date Lorenzo.
She finish strapping her in, hop into the driver’s seat, and pick up the call.
“Hi.”
“Hey, beautiful. Just checking in on you.”
“I’m great. Looking forward to seeing you. I just left the house—gotta drop my daughter off first, then I’ll meet you there.”
“Alright, sounds good. I’ll see you at 8.”
“See you at 8.”
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“Daddy!” Kapri runs towards her father,
he looks down to see Kapri's big eyes staring up at him as she stretches her arms toward him. he smiles, bending down to scoop her up and for a moment Giselle started to miss the memories of the three of them together.
“Hi, Boots. I missed you. You miss me?”
She nods, resting her head on his shoulder. “Uh-huh.”
“Alright, I’ll see you guys Sunday. Gimme a kiss.” Giselle walks closer to them.
He leans in, lips puckered, expecting a kiss. she hold her hand up, giving him a playful push away.
“Not you, I was talking to my baby.”
He laughs and steps back.
“Alright, then. Hey, where you going?”He raises an eyebrow, eyeing her from head to toe.
“What you talking about?” she acts oblivious.
“Why you all dressed up, got your hair done and shit—where you headed?” he asks again pushing for an answer.
“Oh, just out with some friends.” she shrugs, trying to hide her smile.
His expression softens but still holds that curiosity.
“Yeah, don’t be late, Mommy. Remember the guy on the phone said—” Kapri dry snitches on her mom.
“What guy?” he looks between Giselle and Kapri.
Kapri giggles bouncing a little.
“Oh, she’s talking about you.” Giselle tries to play it off but Jimmy isn't oblivious he knows she going on a date he knew as soon as he smelt her Herrera good girl perfume.
Her date night perfume.
“No, silly, not Daddy. The other guy,” she giggles as she playfully nudges Giselle.
“What guy, Roo?” he questions again all in her business.
“Boy, I’m late! I’ll tell you later.” she passes him Kapri's bag trying to walk away.
“Roo, I ain’t playing. Who you—” he yells.
“Byyyyyye!” she sings as she closes her car door.
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As she glided down the street, anticipation built within her. she stepped out of her car and With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she stepped inside the restaurant, her heart raced at the sight of Lorenzo, looking fine as hell in his sleek suit.
"Hi, how are you?" he smiles still sitting in his seat.
Which was a little different for Giselle considering Jimmy worshipped the ground she walked on he always stood up and pulled out her seat refusing to sit down until she did.
"I'm great how are you?" she smiles pulling out her own seat, it felt like a foreign task she never done before.
The whole date had been a blur of Lorenzo's corny jokes and uncomfortable, misogynistic comments that made her skin crawl. Every time he cracked a joke or made another offhand remark about women, her patience wore thinner.
She smiled, but it was one of those tight, polite smiles, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. She found herself counting down the minutes, her thoughts drifting to the comfort of her own space. she was screaming for the night to end.
"Aye, Roo, I wasn't expecting to see you here!" the date interrupted by a familiar voice and cheesy grin.
"Oh my—" Giselle's eyes widen as she realizes who it is, her heart sinking.
Lorenzo, completely confused, stares at Jimmy like he's an alien that just landed. "Who's this?"
"Her husband," Jimmy says, casually waving a hand, like he’s just made the best point in a debate.
"You married?" Lorenzo asks, his eyebrows knitting together in disbelief.
"Damn right she’s married," Jimmy says, puffing out his chest and looking at Giselle's shocked expression trying to hold in his laugh.
"You're dead wrong, Roo. I’m hurt. You told me this was a business meeting. I was expecting PowerPoint presentations, not… this." He gestures to their awkward dinner setup putting on a fake ass hurt expression that only she could see right through.
"Are you serious right now?" she asks frustrated but lowkey relieved as she glances at Lorenzo with embarrassment.
"As serious as a heart attack, sweetheart," Jimmy says immediately dropping the sad guy act and grins.
"I mean, wow, you think you know someone. First, she says ‘business meeting,’ now we’ve got a mystery man. Who is this guy?" he grabs her drink and takes a sip then gives her a quick mischievous smirk while Lorenzo's head is turned.
"You’re unbelievable," Giselle mutters under her breath holding in her laugh.
Lorenzo, still in a daze, finally asks, "Who is this, Giselle?"
"My EX-husband," she says deadpan.
"Wait… are you saying we’re over? You're doing it like this? In front of... him?" Jimmy puts his hand on his chest.
"I'm gonna go" Lorenzo stands up fixing his suit and walking past Jimmy and his intimidating gaze.
"no-" Giselle tried to stop him, but she couldn't even convince herself that she wanted him to stay.
"I'm sorry she lied to you like this man" Jimmy pretends to feel bad looking down and shaking his head.
"why the fuck would you do that? and where's Kapri?" she throws a bread roll at him that he caught and took a bite of.
"with my mother, you looked bored as hell" he laughs sitting in Lorenzo's seat.
“It's not funny” she chuckles trying not to smile.
“Why you laughing then” he rubs her chin with the knuckle of his index finger.
“Your so annoying” She blushes and he smiles loving that he still has that effect on her and vice versa.
“He paid?” he looks down at the half-empty plates on the table.
“Oh shit” she laughs surprised that this man really left without paying.
“he dined and dashed on your ass, don't worry bout it I got you” he laughs taking money out of his wallet putting two crisp hundred dollar bills on the table .
"Did he at least pull your seat out for you?" Jimmy asks, raising an eyebrow as he takes in the situation.
"No," she responds, rolling her eyes, already feeling the lecture bubbling up.
"Damn, where are your standards, girl?" Jimmy continues, shaking his head like he’s genuinely hurt. "All the years we were together, I ain't teach you how a man should be treating you? I feel disrespected."
"Shut up, Bo," she mutters, doing her best to ignore him as he tries to act like some kind of relationship expert.
"You spending the night with me?" he asks casually, his grin almost too confident. "Ma said she could keep Kapri."
"Boy..." she rolled her eyes already knowing where this was going.
"What?" Jimmy says with a shrug like he’s done nothing wrong.
"I drove here. You want me to leave my car?" she remarks.
"He ain’t pick you up?" Jimmy's eyes widen, as though the idea that someone might not cater to her every need is unthinkable.
"I don’t know him," Giselle snaps, the sarcasm dripping from her words.
"You right, but I took an Uber here" he laughs.
"so" she deadpans.
so I guess I gotta ride with you," Jimmy says, suddenly grinning like he’s made the perfect, smooth comeback.
"Or you can take another Uber," she shoots back.
"Oh wow," Jimmy says dramatically, his hand clutching his chest like he’s been struck. "That’s how you treat the father of your ONLY child and your first and ONLY love?"
"Oh my God," Giselle sighs, tossing him her keys. "Let’s go, and I’m not driving."
Jimmy grins wide.
"you so annoying" she laughs.
They walk out of the restaurant and into her car.
Giselle shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the sexual tension between her and Jimmy.
"you know we not doing anything right? I told you we're done"
"I know" She could feel the warmth of his presence beside her the smell of his cologne suffocating her, and the subtle shift of his body as he turned the key in the ignition she wanted to pounce on him.
"Well, I'm glad you know" She shifted in her seat, trying to fill the void of her arousal by rubbing her thighs together.
"you gonna keep rubbing your thighs together Roo or you need me to fix that?" he glanced at her. His fingers brushed against the back of her neck, she gasped and he laughed knowing that's her spot.
"move your hand bo" she stifles a moan.
"why?" he whispers acting oblivious.
"you know why" she closes her eyes in pleasure as he still plays with her spot.
"No, tell me" he shakes his head in confusion and gets closer.
"Can we go" She bit her lip, fighting the urge to kiss him.
"Anything for you mama" he whispered she felt the wall that she built crumbling when she didn’t pull away as his fingers lightly carresed her jaw and his thumb rubbed against her lips. His touch was gentle, but the intent behind it was clear.
he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road the car ride was intoxicating it felt like old times the laughter from his annoying jokes and the tension she tried so hard to fight was growing stronger and stronger as they got closer to her house.
He pulls into her driveway, the soft hum of the engine dying as the car comes to a stop. For a long moment, the air between them hangs heavy, thick with unspoken words. She can feel his eyes on her feeling nervous under his gaze she turns her head and chuckles.
"what?" she smiles.
"Nothing you look beautiful, can't believe I let you go ma," he says with a deep sense of regret. His eyes search hers, for anything, and in her eyes he sees what he's been longing for "I miss this the late-night car rides, your laugh your smart-ass mouth all of it." he smiles as the memories of their time together flood his mind.
“Shut up, Bo,” Her eyes darted away, unable to meet his gaze, as a mix of embarrassment and amusement showed on her face. The warmth spreading across her cheeks betrayed her teasing tone.
"I'm for real,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Mhmm,” she replies, and she slightly rolls her eyes. The corners of her lips fought a smile. It’s clear she’s putting on an act, trying to maintain her cool composure while secretly falling for his smooth talk, like she always did.
“Damn, it’s pitch black out here, Let's go inside” he exclaimed, a mischievous grin on his face, hoping to charm his way in.
"yeah it's pretty late, you can spend the night with me" she whispers.
giving a cocky child-like grin Jimmy swings his door open and runs to her side he hadn't had her in almost a year and he was obviously feening for any bread crumbs she’d give him.
"you know better, I am not your date" he scolds her for trying to open her door.
"Don't get any ideas Bo" With a playful smirk, she gets out and struts by him, walking slowly with confidence teasing him with every step, making it clear she's enjoying the chase.
Jimmy picks her up bridal style catching her off guard She gasps, her hands reaching to steady herself.
"Boy put me down!" she exclaims, her voice a mix of shock and laughter.
"you know your feet hurt they always do after you wear them 80-inch heels" He smirked, holding her effortlessly as he started walking toward the door.
"Put me down, Jimmy!" she demands, half-annoyed but still laughing cause she knows he's right her feet are killing her.
He looks down at her, grinning. "Or what?"
she looks away at his smile making her blush.
"Or what?" he repeats, his voice softer now, his teasing tone gone. They lock eyes, both quiet for a moment, the playful energy shifting into something she's been tryna avoid all night.
Her breath catches slightly, her heart pounding a little faster. She could feel the warmth of his arms around her, and the way his gaze held hers—right now all she wanted was him.
Giselle swallows, trying to hold onto her defiance. "I… I don’t know," she admits, her voice softer than before.
He doesn’t break eye contact. "I think you do," Jimmy says quietly, his lips curling into a knowing smile as he puts her down.
The tension between them thickens, the playful edge gone, replaced by something heavier. Giselle can feel her breath hitch in her chest as Jimmy’s gaze drops to her lips, and she’s frozen, heart pounding faster than she can keep up.
Without a word, Jimmy leans in, his lips brushing hers lightly at first, testing, to see if she’s ready. It’s gentle, but Giselle can’t hold back. Her lips press against his and the kiss deepens immediately. His hands shift to her waist, pulling her closer.
The kiss gradually slows, and they pull back to catch their breath.
After the kiss, Giselle pulls back slightly, her heart racing For a moment, neither of them speaks, the air heavy with sexual tension.
She glances toward the door, realizing where they are. Her hand shakes slightly as she reaches for the handle, trying to steady herself.
"Uh, let's go inside," she says, her voice a little breathless, betraying her nervousness.
Jimmy watches her, a soft smile on his lips. "You good?" he asks, his voice low, almost teasing but with an edge of concern.
"Yeah," she says, trying to sound casual, but her heart is still beating faster than she’d like to admit. "I’m straight you don't got it like you think you do nigga."
"oh, I do remember" he whispers in her ear standing way too close, close enough for her to feel his print on her back.
"your hard"
"you always have that effect on me, mama"
"Oh, so it's my fault?"
"mhm, what you gonna do about it, ma"
she grabs his belt, pulling him toward the stairs without a word. Jimmy follows, surprised, but he doesn’t resist.
"Guess we’re not staying here?" he teases she just shakes her head.
They reach the top, and she opens the door to her room, the room they once shared.
Without hesitation, she turns toward him, hands on him again, pulling him closer.
"the shit we used to do in this room-" Jimmy murmurs, but before he can say more, Giselle kisses him again, cutting him off.
they started ripping clothes off once she was in nothing but her panties he laid her on the bed dragging her to the edge of the bed,
"I've missed you so much roo," he says before sliding her thong off with his teeth.
"I've missed you more baby" she moans.
"you let anyone touch what belongs to me?" he rubs her clit with his middle finger giving deep eye contact daring her to say yes.
"no it's yours, baby, have you?" she moans questioning him.
"you're the only one that gets me up beautiful" he looks down at her pussy with hunger.
Giselle's knees weakened at the sight of Jimmy's gaze focused on her exposed pussy.
Jimmy's eyes devoured her, taking in every detail the subtle quiver of her thighs making him harder. He leaned forward, his warm breath on her sensitive skin. His tongue darted out, teasing her clit, causing Giselle to gasp and arch her back.
"You kept this shit sweet for me ma? ," he said hungrily. He lapped at her folds, savoring every drop, his tongue between her lips, exploring her wetness.
Giselle grips his hair slightly tugging, her knuckles turning white as she struggles to maintain her composure.
"fuck, Bo," she moaned, her head falling back as waves of pleasure washed over her. he was relentless, determined to drive her to the edge of ecstasy.
Jimmy seeing how much she was enjoying herself, entered two fingers, his fingers in perfect rhythm with his tongue. The room echoed with the wet sounds of his mouth on her, and Giselle's moans.
"Jimmy, please…" she pleaded, feeling her orgasm creeping up.
Jimmy knowing her like the back of his hand knew she was close so he increased his pace, He sucked on her clit sending her over the edge and squirting all over his beard as he tried to catch every drop.
As she came down from her high her legs shook uncontrollably Jimmy, still on his knees, looked up at her with a satisfied smirk.
"I missed this sweet ass pussy" he said, his voice thick with desire.
Giselle's eyes half open looked down at him, her body still shaking.
"don't get too cocky nigga it's my turn now" She reached down, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet. rubbing her hand on his print before kissing him.
Jimmy groaned into her mouth, as she pushed his boxers down, freeing his hard begging dick.
"so big" Giselle whispered, her fingers wrapping around his length., her thumb brushing over his sensitive head, making Jimmy groan.
Jimmy's breath shuddered as she brought him to the edge of release and then backed off, teasing him.
"Giselle, Don't fucking play with me" he grabs her hair his voice hoarse with need.
she chuckles, before dropping to her knees, mirroring his earlier position. Her hands gently caressed his balls, while her tongue traced the length of his shaft, from base to tip, leaving a trail of saliva.
"Mmm, you taste so good," she purred, her eyes locked on his. She took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down his length, her tongue swirling around the head.
Jimmy's hands clenched into fists as he struggled to maintain control. Giselle bobbed her head, taking him deeper with each stroke.
"Fuck, mama," he groaned, his hips thrusting involuntarily. "You know this yo dick huh?."
She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and then took him even deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair. Her throat constricted around him, and she hummed, sending vibrations through his entire body.
"I'm close," he warned, his voice strained.
Giselle pulled back, her lips glistening with his essence. "Not yet," she whispered, her breath hot against his sensitive skin.
She got off her knees and lay down, guiding his throbbing dick towards her entrance. With one smooth motion, he put every inch in her giving her no time to adjust, her eyes closing in pleasure as she took him deep inside her.
"This my pussy right?" Jimmy groaned.
"yes baby" she moans.
"you belong to me, You a bad girl for giving another man access to what is mine" he grabs her by her throat.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry" she babbles.
"I'm sorry too my love" he puts his hands between them rubbing her clit.
"fuck" she moans her eyes fighting to stay open.
Giselle's breasts bounced with each thrust her nipples hard against his chest.
"Harder, Bo," she panted, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Jimmy obliged, his hips pounding into her, The room echoed with the sounds of their moans and skin clapping together.
"I'm gonna cum, Jimmy," Giselle's orgasm built again, her pussy clenching around him.
Jimmy felt his own nut approaching, his balls tightening. "Me too, mama wait for me" he grunted, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
"nut in me, I want it so bad," she says obliviously, high on sex.
Giselle's body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices drowning his dick. Jimmy followed, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his cum.
As their orgasms subsided, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sweat-soaked and breathless. Giselle's head rested on Jimmy's chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his skin.
"fuck ma that shit was" Jimmy began, searching for words to describe the intensity of their reunion.
"magical" Giselle finished for him causing both of them to laugh at the corny comment.
"what this mean? we back together?" he questions.
"Maybe I don't know Bo, I'm dickmatised right now talk to me in the morning ." Giselle laughed.
"you are so corny" he laughs smacking her thigh.
As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, the tension that had once kept them apart seemed to melt away, just them like old times, good sex and laughter.
"but I'm serious roo this year without you has been hell I miss my world I miss waking up with you and Kapri in my ear every morning," he says without a stutter.
Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.
Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! oc (Jada)
Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing foreplay, smut (making LOVE), oral (f receiving), maybe some daddy kink, slight foot fetish if you squint and tilt your head
Summary: Roman finally was released from jail and he and Jada decide to go out on a date to get some much needed one-on-one time. When they get back home, it’s on.
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: Yall it snowed in Texas yesterday and it made me wish I lived somewhere that got snow all the time! I hope you enjoy this, as I was in the mood for something real grown and sexy. I also listened to Surrender by Kut Klose while writing it so yall should play it while you read the sexy part ;)
Jada and Roman were sitting across from each other in a booth, gazing into each other’s eyes. The dim lighting of the restaurant really set the mood and ambience of what they were feeling.
Jada was the first to break the eye contact, turning her head and trying to hide her smile.
“What?” He teasingly asked and smirked before reaching forward for his glass. Tonight, he was in the mood for red wine.
Jada turned her attention back to her man. “I really missed us being able to do things like this.” She truthfully admitted.
Roman reached his arm to rest on the table, asking for her hand, and she obliged. “I did too, baby. I love just being in your presence, you know that.” His calloused, but gentle fingers stroked the top of Jada’s hand.
He brings it up to his lips to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her knuckles. He always did the right things to make her feel butterflies in her stomach.
The waiter walked up to their table and placed the food that they ordered earlier on the table. He was soon gone but not without telling them to be careful of the hot plates and to enjoy.
Roman ordered what he always got on their dates, steak (medium rare), with mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables.
Jada loved pasta so she decided to go with the restaurant’s signature creamy lemon butter pasta with grilled chicken.
As they devoured their food, they talked about any and everything.
“Have you talked to the twins?” Jada asked, digging her fork into a piece of chicken.
“Nah, not yet.” Roman paused. “I just want to spend some time with just you for a while.”
That made Jada’s heart swell as she smiled for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. “Aww, Ro I love you.”
“I love you more, princess.” His deep voice wrapped around her like a warm hug, sending a shiver down her spine.
The same waiter came back to check on them. “Hello guys, was the food okay?” He says as he collects their now empty plates.
“Yea man. Hey, what are the desserts here?” Roman asks as he strokes his beard in thought, listening to the different options the waiter laid out for them.
Jada could stare at her man all day. His thick, full beard that he kept groomed and clean. His long locks that were slicked back into his signature man bun with the fade under.
The traditional tribal tattoo that marked his whole right arm and right half of his chest and shoulder blade.
His muscles that he worked so hard to get and maintain that it seemed like he was carved straight from stone.
His full, soft lips that she could damn near feel on her skin as she reminisced about all the times that they had sex. Whether it be in their bedroom, the shower, the living room, kitchen, or even in the c-
“Jada.” She was snapped out of her dirty thoughts, gathering her hair in one hand and moving it to rest in front of her shoulder.
“Sorry, babe. What’d you say?” She feigned innocence, but he saw right through it.
Roman bit back his smile, his brown eyes hinting at amusement. He lifted a hand and just motioned for her to come closer to him in the booth.
With no hesitation, she scooted until she was sitting next to him, but that wasn’t close enough for Roman.
His large hands went to her waist, the warmth of his hands touching her skin in the cutouts of her black dress, and hoisted her up to settle in his lap where she belonged.
Jada giggled and they looked at each other for a few seconds before she felt Roman’s hand gently squeeze her thigh as he smirked at her.
His eyes glanced down at her full, luscious lips before leaning in. When his lips finally met hers, it was soft at first, but feeling her in his hands—all of her—made him deepen the kiss.
Jada’s lips moved against his, slow and intoxicating, but then Roman’s tongue brushed against her bottom lip.
“Watch out big Daddy. Are you trying to kiss me out of my clothes?” She pulled back and smiled at him, teasing him.
“Mm. Maybe.” His voice seemed to somehow drop an octave as he muttered, his lips pressing a ghost of a kiss on her neck.
Roman only broke away from her when the waiter brought the German chocolate cake that was topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and caramel drizzle.
“Thank you so much!” Jada thanked the waiter, hoping he wasn’t too uncomfortable with her and Roman’s embrace.
“You all enjoy.” He quickly said and scurried away.
“Roman, you’re scaring the waiters away by being a freak.” Jada giggled, grabbing a spoon and digging into the cake and ice cream. She brought it to Roman’s lips with her other hand below the spoon in case any ice cream dripped.
He opened his mouth, awaiting the delicious treat.
That was one of Jada’s favorite things to do; feed her man. That’s also why she always cooked for him, because seeing him enjoy the food that she put so much love and care into turned her on.
In the corner of his mouth, some ice cream was left behind so she brought her thumb to catch it, and sucked it off.
“Oh baby, we gon’ have to get up out of here.” He reached in his pants pocket for his wallet to grab his credit card.
Jada just laughed and kept eating the cake and ice cream.
Not even thirty minutes later, Roman carried Jada through their front door, their lips fused in a heated kiss that left little room for breath. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she melted into him.
He kicked the door shut with a solid thud, never once breaking contact, and reached back blindly to twist the lock into place.
Jada let out a soft giggle against his lips, her breath hitching as he pressed her closer, the warmth of his body enveloping hers.
“You still taste like chocolate.” His voice husky and filled with need as he carried her further inside, his grip firm, as if he had no plans of letting go anytime soon.
Finally in the bedroom, he sat down with Jada now straddling him. As soon as he felt her thick ass settle on the bulge in his pants, he let out a sexy groan. His hands grabbed handfuls of her ass, kneading it.
His mouth landed on her collarbone and chest, placing open mouthed kisses and nipping and sucking all over.
Jada threw her head back in ecstasy, her fingers gripping the back of his neck and running through his hair to his man bun.
He stood up from the bed to switch their position, laying Jada on her back on the edge of the bed while he stood between her legs.
He smirked down at her, his dark eyes filled with that look that made her pulse quicken. With ease, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, shrugging it off his broad shoulders and tossing it somewhere into the room without a second thought. The fabric whispered against the floor, but Jada barely noticed.
Next came his black T-shirt. He gripped the bottom hem and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the sculpted lines of his chest and arms. His skin, warm and golden under the soft glow of the bedside lamp, made her breath hitch.
Jada bit her lip, her eyes drinking in the beautiful sight before her, unable to tear her gaze away.
The low lighting cast long, deep shadows across his body, accentuating every hard edge and toned muscle.
The dim glow made everything feel more intimate, more intense—like they were wrapped in their own little world, where nothing else mattered but them.
Roman’s hands slid down to her delicate ankles, his touch warm and deliberate as he brought one foot up in front of him. His fingers lingered there for a moment, tracing the curve of her ankle before he carefully slipped off her heel and let it drop to the floor with a soft thud.
Jada wiggled her toes that were accentuated by the French tips that she had got done just that morning.
"These pretty feet, fuck baby..."
Roman smirked at her, keeping eye contact while he landed a kiss on her foot that was so soft and featherlike that she almost didn’t feel it.
As he kissed her feet, warmth coursed throughout her whole body. It felt like liquid heat was running down her arms and legs as actual liquid pooled in her black lacy thong under her black dress.
It made her fingers softly grip the white silk bedsheets.
It didn’t help that he did the exact same slow teasing to her other foot.
“Unghh, Ro you’re teasing me…” Jada whined out as she grabbed her own breasts through her dress.
Roman’s smirk deepened, his lips brushing against her skin once more before he looked up at her with that dark, teasing gaze. “Baby,” he murmured, his voice smooth and laced with mischief, “I’m just doing exactly what you said earlier. Kissing you out of your clothes.”
Jada threw her head back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, feeling like she could explode at any given moment.
He wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning closer to help her get the dress off of her gorgeous brown skin.
Her hands immediately went to her perky breasts that were now topped with her erect nipples and pushed them together. This made Roman’s tongue dart out to wet his lips before he replaced her hands with his.
They fit perfectly in his hands, his tongue slowly swirling around the bud and tenderly flicking it.
“Oh my God that feels so good,” Jada breathed out, knowing that he liked to hear her talk to him.
Roman just groaned as he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked it into his awaiting mouth. He then kissed across the valley of her chest and made his way to the other breast and paid some attention to it.
Jada wrapped her legs tighter around his waist if that was even possible.
In kissing down her stomach, he softly talked to her. “Baby, I’m so in love with you.”
A kiss.
“I love it when you moan my name.”
A kiss.
“I love it when you arch your back when you come.”
Another kiss.
He was almost at her dripping wet core, stilled clothed by her black lacy thong.
“I love how you smell…” He placed his nose right on her pussy and breathed in the scent.
“Ooh Roman, fuck.” She whimpered out breathlessly, so sensitive to all his teasing and slow-paced foreplay.
A low rumble resonated through the room as he deeply chuckled, making Jada slightly squeeze her legs together. Roman’s hands gently went to the waistband of her thong and pulled the garment down her legs, but stopped below her knees.
He planted a kiss right on her clit and rested his hands on her heaving chest, softly gripping her breasts.
Jada’s mouth fell open at the electric feeling.
His tongue probed through her vulnerable, wet folds, gathering her essence in his mouth. Then he forced a long dribble of spit out of his mouth to land right back on her pussy, and it dripped down between her cheeks.
“Mm, baby I love watching this pussy throb for me.” He groans, his voice muffled against her thigh as he watched her hole squeeze around nothing.
“Please Ro, don’t stop,” Jada practically begged for him to put his tongue back on her.
“Be patient, princess.” He licks one slow stripe up her entire core. His skilled tongue then presses a little harder while he licked long circles, meeting her clit, then going down to lick her entrance.
He wanted her to have a long, slow orgasm.
Or two.
It was all making her head spin, his fingers stimulating her aching nipples, his tongue dragging across her clit so deliciously slow. She began to rock her hips, wanting to grind against his face so she could come.
“Unh uh. Baby, we goin’ slow tonight. Trust me, you’ll love it.” His hands left her breasts to still her hips before going back to them.
“Fuckkkk,” Jada’s moans dragged out of her, not even under her control anymore. It’s like he was keeping her there, on the edge of heaven and earth.
He leans back in, his breath hot against her ever-dripping slit. He drags his tongue again along her slit, a long, slow lick that makes her shudder and gasp. He savors her taste, the essence of her arousal coating his tongue.
He's never tasted anything so divine, and he knows he could spend hours feasting on her, bringing her again and again to the brink of ecstasy.
Her juices were like hot liquid on his tongue. “Mm, that little pussy gets so hot for me huh?”
Jada couldn’t even speak or think straight as she lay there at his mercy.
She ought to have known better than to not answer him.
His fingers go up to her lips, and she opens her mouth automatically and sucks on his index and middle fingers. “Tell me baby. Tell Daddy.” He coaxes, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur.
Jada whimpered out and nods. “Yes Daddy, only for you.” She says, his fingers still in her mouth between her beautiful lips.
He smiles and puts his tongue back on her slit. “That’s right.”
Her orgasm was building and she could tell it was gonna be a big one. Roman felt her legs begin to tense up and her body begin to shudder as she was chasing her target.
When Roman talked her through it, it helped her get over the edge even faster.
“Come on baby, that’s right.”
“Just let go.”
“Come in my mouth baby.”
These words were muffled in Jada’s ears as she arched her back and her hands gripped at the roots of her hair, her mouth forming an ‘O’, and her eyes rolling in the back of her head.
That sight of her losing herself all because of him made him feel like the only man in the world.
He massaged her thighs as she tried to catch her breath. “You’re so beautiful, princess.” He dragged her panties down the remainder of her legs and threw them on the bed. Then he crawled back up to her open mouth and latched his lips onto hers.
Roman didn’t even take his pants off, he just pulled them and his boxers down enough to free his aching, heavy cock.
Jada saw his thick manhood and her mouth watered as she licked her swollen lips. She reached her arm between her legs to stroke it.
Roman moaned out and bit his lip. “Yea, just like that,” He rocks his hips into her hand, letting her feel the effect of his arousal. He's so big, so hard, and she can feel the heat radiating off his flesh.
“You want to put it in, baby?” His voice low and sexy. She nods her head and gently pulls him forward and he helps by leaning closer.
His large hand wrapped around her delicate throat, stroking his thumb over it, as he pushed into her. They always had to pause and wait before going further since he was so thick.
He put his lips on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, almost swallowing all of her moans and gasps.
Her walls fit so snug around him, as he slowly pulled out, then tenderly thrust back into her heat.
He coaxed her to put her arms around him, nails digging into his back, that he was sure would leave marks.
His warm lips dragged down to her neck, sucking on her sweet spot, as he lovingly and slowly dug her out.
“Fuck, it’s so deep,” Jada moaned in his ear.
“Tell me where I’m at, baby.” He growled out, her walls squeezing even tighter around his cock. He grips her hips softly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he pulls her into each powerful thrust.
“In my stomach…” Jada whimpers, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes out of pure ecstasy and love. He knew he was hitting that spot inside of her.
His hand went back to her neck, applying just enough pressure to make her feel lightheaded, to heighten every sensation.
His other hand snakes between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in slow, long circles.
Jada could barely take it when he made love to her like this. She was completely at his mercy, feeling every little movement, every ridge of him, the heat emanating off of his skin.
“Oh my-Roman I can’t…I can’t take it,” She half pleaded with her eyes closed, damn near seeing stars.
“Shhh. Yes you can, baby. You’re ‘bout to come again huh? Go ahead.” He coerced her. She was dripping and creaming on his cock and on the bed. He kept rubbing her clit at the same pace he was thrusting, and he saw her eyes roll back in her head for the second time.
This made him smile, watching her like she was his prisoner for this intense pleasure he was giving her.
“I love you.” Jada whispers as he continues to thrust in and out of her.
“I love you more.” His gravelly voice resonated in her ear. Feeling so overwhelmed with her love and the grip her pussy had on his cock, he couldn’t hold off his orgasm any longer.
Roman’s thrusts became a bit faster and he looked down at them connected, seeing her cream all over his cock.
“Baby, let me come inside you.” He almost whined out and it was so sexy seeing him like this when he’s usually so stone-faced.
Only she could make him get like this.
He stood back up, wanting to get better leverage. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth was open slightly.
“Please Roman come in me, baby.” Jada moaned, trying to talk him through it.
He felt his balls begin to tighten and that coil in his lower stomach was about to burst. He leaned back down to Jada’s lips, wanting to pour all of his moans of pure pleasure and love into her mouth.
His groans rumbled through her body as she felt his hot seed shoot into her. As he finished reveling in his orgasm, he looks down at her.
A soft smile appears on his face as he leans down, once again capturing her lips in a kiss. His hand slides from her throat to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin in a gentle caress.
Neither one of them wanted to move, content with being in each other’s arms, basking in the love that they would share forever.
jey uso / jimmy uso / roman reigns / solo sikoa / sami zayn x fem!reader
word count → 7.4k
summary → after wargames, sami is officially accepted as part of the family. and the family is more than happy to reward him.
links → masterlist / part one / part two / part three
tags → multiple partners, possessive behavior, unprotected piv sex, bondage, double penetration, daddy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, hair pulling, crying, overstimulation, some samijey (if you squint), aftercare, cuddling and fluff
You could only imagine what you looked like.
It was Solo who was tying each ribbon to you, taking his time to craft intricate knots across your exposed skin. You watched in amazement as he crisscrossed the ribbon to form perfect patterns up your arms and legs, the knots firm, but not too tight.
You didn’t know he knew how to do this. His hands, normally so rough and brutish, were gentle as he intertwined the ribbons, occasionally offering you a reassuring pat whenever he noticed goosebumps exploding across your skin. It was strange to watch his thick fingers create such delicate knots, his movements far more dexterous than you’d given him credit for. And as the patterns of the ribbons began to emerge across your skin, you couldn’t deny that they were beautiful.
You’d never done this before.
In all the time you’d spent with the Bloodline, they’d never tied you. You’d never asked for it and they’d never mentioned it, but sitting here now, watching Solo continue to craft complex knots across your skin, you knew that this practice was familiar to them. Or, at least, familiar to the Enforcer.
You wanted to ask him about it, maybe question the hows and the whys, but it didn’t feel like the time. So instead you sat back and watched as the youngest of the Bloodline drew the silk across your skin, his brow furrowed in concentration as he worked.
He had you in a sitting position in the middle of the bed, your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied together to the side, knees bent. It felt comfortable, for now, and Solo had made sure that none of the bindings were too tight.
He’d told you to sit still, but you couldn’t resist tugging a bit at the ribbon that kept your hands tied behind your back, just to see if there’s any give. There wasn’t. You couldn’t move your arms, not even a little bit, and the realization sent a bolt of arousal straight to your core. You felt your heart rate begin to speed up, wetness beginning to coat the ribbon that Solo had tied between your legs.
Solo noticed the change in your breathing and paused, looking up at you.
“You alright, pretty girl?”
Solo’s voice was low, his eyes scanning yours in concern.
You nodded, your cheeks beginning to flush as you shifted on the bed. You could feel the silky ribbon rub against your clit and you couldn’t resist the urge to roll your hips forward, just to chase the friction.
Solo seemed to understand, something almost playful twinkling in his eyes. He reached out to cup your cheek and you leaned into his touch, your eyelids fluttering.
“Just sit still, baby.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m almost done.”
You couldn’t suppress the pitiful whimper that escaped your lips, but you forced yourself to obey, watching with wide eyes as Solo finished the final knot around your ankles. He leaned back to admire his work, his eyes scanning for any imperfections or mistakes, occasionally reaching out to adjust a few of the knots.
He’d tied them all with small strings hanging out, ensuring that all it took was one simple tug to release the binding. You were meant to be a present to be unwrapped and Solo had taken his time to ensure that the knots were firm enough to keep you bound, but easy enough to release once pulled on correctly.
“Does anything feel wrong? Are you in pain?”
Solo’s eyes bored into you, his expression once again concerned, but you shook your head.
“No. It feels good.”
Solo released a breath, looking as if he were about to say something else before the bedroom door opened behind him.
Roman’s gaze landed on you, his eyes immediately drawn to the blood red ribbons crisscrossing your body. He seemed shocked, his eyes raking across your vulnerable form. You weren’t entirely sure what you looked like to him, but his stunned expression made you think that must look nice.
You watched in astonishment as Roman stumbled forward, his legs unsteady as he made his way to your side. You’d never seen him like this. He was normally so cool and composed - totally in control of everyone and everything around him. Seeing him walk on shaky legs, his expression positively slack-jawed, was something new.
His hands were on you instantly, his touch gentle as not to disturb the delicate knots that Solo had worked so hard on. He licked his lips, his eyes blown wide with desire as he took in your bound form.
“You-” The Tribal Chief’s voice was breathless. “Sweetheart, do you have any idea what you look like?”
Your cheeks suddenly felt hot and you found that you couldn’t meet Roman’s eyes, biting your lip and looking away.
“Jesus, baby,” Roman’s voice was wrecked, his eyes dark as he reached out to trace one of the ribbons binding your left breast. His touch sent a flurry of goosebumps across your exposed skin. “Why haven’t we done this before?”
You didn’t know how to answer him, especially as he continued to run his hands across your body. You felt drunk on the feeling, the helplessness combined with his attention sending more warmth to the already growing wetness between your legs.
Roman leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“I should rip these off you.” He mumbled, hooking a finger into one of the ribbons across your stomach and giving it a small tug. “I should tear these apart and fuck you into this mattress right now.”
You shuddered at his words, letting out a small gasp as you felt his breath in your ear.
“Would you let me, pretty girl?” The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and syrupy. “Would you let me rip these pretty decorations off so I could give you what you need?”
His hand drifted between your legs, finding the ribbon tied across your pussy. He let out a dark chuckle at the wetness he found there, pressing another kiss behind your ear.
“And you clearly need it, don’t you, baby?”
You tried to shift your hips forward to feel more of his touch, but you could hardly move, a frustrated groan tearing from your throat.
Roman’s lips met yours and the kiss was urgent and hungry. He was back in control again, his tongue forcing your lips apart and licking into your mouth. You tugged on your bound arms, wanting more than anything to touch him, and felt another spark of arousal when you couldn’t.
The Tribal Chief was right. You should have done this long ago.
Roman reached out and tugged again on a ribbon, the knot coming undone with ease.
“Daddy!” You gasped against his mouth, looking down to watch the ribbon fall. “Please. You’ll mess it up!”
“Mess it-” Roman blinked at you in surprise. Then his face twisted into something much darker, his large hand shooting out to grab a handful of your hair.
You gasped at the feeling, your pussy spasming and clenching around nothing at his rough treatment. God, it felt delicious.
“If I want to shred these ribbons and fuck you against the wall, I will.” He snarled, something feral shining in his dark eyes. “If I want to rip these bindings off and keep you all to myself, I’ll do it. And no one, not even you, would stop me. Would you, slut?”
You both knew that you wouldn’t. He claimed your lips again, the kiss dark and possessive. The grip he kept on your hair was unforgiving.
“I’ll make my cousins and Sami watch as I pound this tight little pussy of yours.” He growled, his eyes so dark they looked black. “I’ll make sure none of them lay a finger on you and keep you all to myself if that’s what I want. Because even though I generously allow my Bloodline to use you, who owns you, pretty girl? Hm? Who do you belong to?”
The answer was ingrained in your soul. “You, Daddy.”
Roman smirked, leaning forward to press a much softer, sweeter kiss to your lips.
“Good girl.”
He slowly released his grip on your hair, his eyes continuing to roam your bound form. You could see the way his fingers twitched against your skin - the only sign that he was still tempted to follow through on this threat and rip the bindings off of you. But he held back. Despite his possessive words, he’d agreed to reward Sami tonight. And the Tribal Chief never went back on his word.
“Say your safeword back to me.”
You met his gaze evenly. “Red.”
“And you promise to use it? If you need it?”
There was an edge behind the Tribal Chief’s words and that’s when you recognized the slightest trace of worry behind his brown eyes. This was uncharted territory, the bindings across your body new. He wanted to be sure that you felt safe.
“Yes, Daddy. I promise.”
Roman let out a small breath, seemingly satisfied by your answer.
“Good girl.”
******
You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you heard the front door to the penthouse open, the twins and Sami chattering amongst themselves as they made their way into the living room. You couldn’t make out their words yet, the sounds muffled behind the closed bedroom door.
Roman sat beside you on the bed, running his hands appreciatively across your bound form. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering close at the feeling of his large hands on you.
“It’s a shame I don’t get to unwrap you, sweetheart,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But we’ll do this again. I promise.”
You let out a contented hum, smiling as Roman pressed another kiss behind your ear.
“Where’s everybody at?” You heard Sami ask, the first clear thing you’d been able to decipher since they’d arrived.
“They in there, dawg,” Jimmy replied, no doubt motioning to the bedroom. “Remember? We told you we was gon’ set up something nice for you.”
You couldn’t hear the beginning of Sami’s response, but eventually you were able to hear him say, “-told you it’s not a big deal.”
“Nah, don’t start that shit again, uce.” You heard Jey respond and you could hear the smile in his words. “You earned this. Go on. They waitin’ fo’ you.”
You looked up and could see shadows moving across the floor from beneath the bedroom door.
“Go on, dawg.” You heard Jimmy urge, now just on the other side of the door. “We ain’t got all day.”
The door to the bedroom was finally pushed open and you were met with three new pairs of eyes, all of them immediately zeroing in on you in the middle of the bed.
Your eyes met Sami’s first, watching his face flush a violent shade of red at the sight of you. His eyes were wide as he took in the ribbons crisscrossing your exposed skin, his mouth slightly parted in shock. He seemed frozen in the doorway, forcing the twins to push him further inside so they could get a better look at you.
Jimmy let out a long whistle, moving closer to the bed to examine the intricate knots his brother had tied.
“Goddamn, baby girl.” He groaned, seemingly unable to take his eyes off you. “You look amazing.”
You couldn’t help but blush at his sweet words, burying your face into Roman’s neck to hide your heated cheeks. You weren’t sure how to feel with all eyes trained on you. You felt more exposed than ever before, your body trussed up and on display for the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline. You felt a weird mixture of arousal and adrenaline shoot through your veins at the feeling, your pussy spasming beneath the ribbon tied between your legs. You felt vulnerable, as if you were under a spotlight, unable to move your arms to cover yourself even if you wanted to.
You felt fingers tug in your hair and you realized that the Tribal Chief was pulling you back up, unwilling to let you hide in the crook of his neck.
“Tsk, none of that.” Roman admonished, a knowing smile on his lips. “No hiding. Let them look at you, princess.”
Sami and Jimmy had moved closer to the bed to get a better look at you, but Jey was still in the doorway, seemingly stunned as he stared at you. His smoldering eyes took in every inch of your bound form, his eyes following the intersecting pattern of ribbon across your skin. And when he met your eyes you saw a variety of emotions there: surprise, lust, maybe even some desperation too. You saw his eyes flicker to the others and understood him immediately.
He was like Roman. He too was resisting the urge to run forward and tear the ribbons from your skin himself, wanting more than anything to claim you as his. He had the same possessive streak as his cousin, his hands suddenly forming into fists at his side as he fought the overwhelming desire to push the others aside and take you himself.
“Whatchu think, uce?” Jimmy clapped Sami on the back, his smile wide as he looked at him.
Sami seemed taken aback. “Wha…what do you mean?”
“Ain’t it obvious?” Jimmy laughed. “She’s for you, my dawg. A present. See all the bows and shit? You gotta unwrap her.”
Sami’s eyes met yours and you offered him a shy smile. Sami couldn’t help but smile back, happiness shining in his pale blue eyes. He reached out, as if to touch you, before he paused, catching the Tribal Chief’s watchful gaze.
“Is this, um…” Sami seemed uncertain, now pulling his hands away. “Are you okay with this?”
Roman seemed pleased that Sami still had enough sense to ask for permission from the Tribal Chief, his eyes shining with pride.
“Yes, Sami. I’m okay with this.” Roman offered him a fond smile. “She’s all yours. After everything at WarGames, I’d say you've earned it.”
Sami seemed speechless at his words, but he still bowed his head in deference as the Tribal Chief stood.
“I’ll be right over here, pretty girl,” Roman murmured in your ear, offering your arm one last reassuring squeeze. “Be good for Sami.”
“Yes, Daddy.” You breathed, your eyelids fluttering as he pressed one final kiss to your temple before taking his seat beside Solo.
“You good, uce?”
Jimmy seemed to notice for the first time that Jey was still in the doorway, his eyes glued to where you sat in the middle of the bed. His twin’s words seemed to shake Jey from his reverie, taking a few slow blinks before finally tearing his eyes away from you.
“Hm? Oh right.” He seemed to notice Sami for the first time, his face breaking out into a wide smile. “Whatchu think, dawg? She look good, right?”
He moved up beside Sami, clapping him on the back. “Good enough to unwrap, huh?”
Sami’s cheeks were still bright red. “I…well, I don’t know, man…”
“Come on, uce.” Jimmy urged, motioning for Sami to get on the bed. “You just gon’ make her sit there and wait? She got all prettied up for you!”
Sami met your eyes again and you could see nervousness there. You decided to give him some initiative.
“Please, Sami,” You pleaded, using your best bedroom eyes. “I need you.”
It certainly wasn’t a lie. Your muscles were beginning to cramp from being in one position for so long, the wetness between your legs making it difficult to focus. You looked up at him through your lashes in anticipation and want.
Sami let out a visible gulp, now unable to take his eyes off you. He reached out with a shaky hand to trace one of the ribbons on your arm, watching with wide eyes as goosebumps followed his touch.
You saw out of the corner of your eye that Jimmy had finally taken a seat near the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he watched the show. Jey stood nearby, leaning against his brother’s chair as he kept his eyes trained on you. You could feel Roman and Solo’s gaze as well, all eyes in the room focused on you as Sami moved further onto the bed.
You offered Sami a sweet smile, trying to not to seem impatient as you shifted uncomfortably against the bindings.
“Unwrap me, Sami,” You murmured, your voice low. “Please. I’m all yours.”
Sami reached out his other hand to experimentally cup your cheek, watching with rapt adoration as you leaned into his touch.
“You’re beautiful.” Sami said, his tone laced such conviction that you couldn’t doubt his sincerity. You felt your cheeks heat up again, your smile now shy.
Sami seemed a bit more at ease now, running his hand down your leg and tugging on the first knot. You both watched as the ribbon came undone with ease, revealing the soft indentation on the skin across your upper thigh.
Something darkened in Sami’s eyes at the sight, his fingers quickly moving to undo a few more knots on the same leg. More indentations appeared on your skin - beautiful crisscrossing patterns from how long you’d been bound. Sami seemed mesmerized, using his long fingers to trace the grooves left behind.
When he reached the ribbon tying your knees together, he tugged easily and the knot released, another ribbon fluttering to the ground. You groaned in appreciation, your legs falling open to stretch your sore hips. Although your ankles were still tied, this new position revealed the silky binding tied between your legs, Sami’s eyes zeroing in on the sight immediately.
You knew the ribbon was likely soaked and you offered him a mischievous smile, wiggling your hips playfully.
“If you keep unwrapping you might like what you find.” You teased.
Sami reached forward to untie a few more knots, his eyes still glued to the wetness between your legs. He seemed more impatient now, tugging on the knot that held your ankles together just to watch your legs fall open further, now fully able to stretch your sore limbs.
Sami leaned up further, moving closer to you as his hand drifted to the heat between your legs. And when his fingers grazed against the wet silk you felt your hips buck in response, instinctively chasing the feeling.
“You ought to save that for last, Sami.” Roman’s booming voice immediately caught Sami’s attention, his eyes flickering over to his Tribal Chief. “Don’t want to spoil your dessert, do you?”
Sami seemed lost for words, but he at least had enough sense to nod, obediently moving his hand away from the wetness between your legs, despite your desperate whines.
You watched as Sami forced himself to focus on the knots across your stomach and chest, his fingers shaky as he untied each ribbon. You watched him work, feeling almost sorry for him as you caught the sight of his erection straining in his jeans.
He couldn’t resist reaching out to palm at your bound breasts, gently squeezing the flesh straining through the ribbon. You let out a small whine as Sami leaned forward and captured one of your nipples between his lips, sucking delicately against the sensitive skin there. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, biting your lip to keep any more embarrassing noises from passing your lips.
And when Sami finally released you, your eyes met again. He seemed desperate, the pale blue of his eyes swallowed by his pupils as he stared at you. You knew you didn’t look any better, your hips bucking forward again in a silent plea for him to use you. To claim you, just as the rest of the Bloodline had.
Sami seemed to understand, moving quickly to undo the knots across your chests and arms. When he reached the ribbon tying your wrists together he leaned even closer, reaching around you to tug on the binding to finally release your arms.
You let out a gasp at the feeling, finally free to stretch your arms above your head to extend your sore limbs.
Sami leaned back to watch you, seemingly mesmerized as you laid back against the pillows, giving a cat-like stretch across the bed. He didn’t miss the way your legs fell open again, catching sight of the final bow tied just above your pussy.
Movement out of the corner of your eye had your head turning, watching as Jey began to stalk the length of the room. He often got like this when he was impatient, his brow furrowed as he watched Sami place a pale hand against the inside of your thigh to push your legs even further apart. Jey’s expression was frustrated, his eyes never leaving yours even as his twin reached out and tried to urge him to sit down.
Sami noticed too, leaning back to meet Jey’s unhappy gaze.
“Hey, man,” Sami’s voice was soft, color still dotting his pale cheeks. “You wanna…I don’t know…” He seemed nervous, suddenly unable to meet Jey’s eyes. “You wanna, maybe join us?”
Jey stopped his pacing, his face now surprised. It was clear he hadn’t expected Sami to ask this. His eyes instinctively flashed over to Roman. He knew, as all of you did, that nothing happened in here without the Tribal Chief’s permission.
Roman, however, seemed amused. “She’s Sami’s gift,” he chuckled, his posture relaxed in his chair. “If he wants to share, then he can.”
Jey’s posture wasn’t nearly as relaxed, his eyes dark as he met Sami’s flustered expression. There was a question on his face - one that Sami was quick to answer.
“I do.” Sami said, the blush now creeping to his throat. “Want to share, I mean.”
The corner of Jey’s mouth tugged into a smile. “Didn’t think you’d be that generous, Sami.” Jey mused, even as he made his way to the bed. “Especially fo’ yo’ first time.”
Sami gave a nervous chuckle. “What can I say? I’m a generous guy.”
Jey smiled, leaning over to meet your lust-filled eyes. “Hey, mamas,” he murmured, reaching out a gentle hand to trace one of the grooves the ribbons had left on your arm. “Missed you, baby.”
You couldn’t help but giggle. “You saw me this morning!”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Jey’s lips were on yours, his touch sending electric sparks across your skin. As always, his touch was intoxicating, his taste almost sweet on your lips.
He didn’t kiss you for long, his eyes flashing over his shoulder to catch Sami’s hungry gaze. You were surprised when Jey moved behind you on the bed, leaning back against the headboard to pull you into his lap. He placed his hands on your thighs, drawing your legs further back to provide better access for Sami.
“Go on, uce,” Jey’s voice was an octave deeper than usual. “You ain’t finished opening up yo’ present.”
Sami’s face was flushed for a different reason now, his eyes glued to the wet silk still tied between your legs. He moved deeper onto the bed, almost as if in a trance, reaching out to carefully trace the ribbon above your clit.
You made a pitiful noise at his touch, your hips bucking forward again. “Please, don’t tease me.” You pleaded, letting out another noise as Jey’s lips brushed the shell of your ear, his breath warm.
Sami didn’t seem to be listening, seemingly hypnotized as his fingers moved forward to slowly tug at the final bow. And when the ribbon fell away, revealing your dripping pussy, Sami’s eyes darkened. You let out a surprised gasp when he darted forward, his tongue against your sex so quickly you hardly had time to react.
“Shhh,” Jey cooed from behind you, pressing sweet kisses against your neck. “It’s alright, baby. We’ll take care of you. Just relax.”
You couldn’t have disobeyed him even if you wanted to, Jey’s honeyed voice causing your muscles to automatically unwind, sinking further back against his chest. You let out a sigh at the feeling of Jey’s lips against your neck, his other hand snaking around you to palm at one of your breasts.
Sami’s tongue was tentative. He seemed to be taking his time, savoring your taste as he continued to explore. And when his tongue flicked into the entrance of your empty hole you couldn’t help but let out a high-pitched keen, so whiny and needy that Jey laughed.
“Been waitin’ all day, sweetheart?” Jey teased, twisting one of your nipples between his fingers just to hear another breathy moan leave your lips.
You nodded against Jey’s chest, burying your face into his neck as Sami’s tongue pushed in deeper, your walls spasming helplessly around him. You didn’t miss the way Jey’s erection pressed against the swell of your ass, twitching with interest as you leaned back further into his lap.
“Think you can take us both?” Jey’s words had your head spinning, but you nodded, nuzzling into his soft beard.
“Use your words, mamas. I wanna hear it.”
“Yes,” You breathed, your back arching as Sami continued to lick up inside you, tasting your nectar as it leaked out. “Yes, I want you both.”
Before you fully realized what was happening you felt Jey’s hand reaching down to spread one of your asscheeks, his long fingers teasing the puckered hole hiding there. You immediately shook your head.
“No.”
Jey’s hands froze against your ass. No wasn’t a word you often said.
You pressed a reassuring kiss to Jey’s neck. “Not there.”
Jey withdrew his hand from your ass, his beard scratching your neck as he planted more kisses there. “Then where you want me, baby?”
You spread your legs wider, tugging on Jey’s hand until his fingers were brushing your clit, just centimeters above Sami’s forehead from where he continued to feast on your empty hole.
Jey chuckled, his next words so low only you could hear them. “Right where I belong, huh?”
You nodded, leaning back to press a kiss of your own beneath his jaw.
“And what about Sami, pretty girl?”
Upon hearing his name, Sami’s eyes flickered up to the two of you, the irises of his eyes reduced to nothing more than a thin sliver of blue around large, lust-blown pupils. He looked so cute like this, his gaze up at the two of you adoring. You both watched in rapt fascination as Sami’s puppy eyes fluttered as you thrusted further into his greedy mouth.
“I want him inside me too.” You breathed, your fingers reaching out to curl in his wild mane of ginger hair. “With you.”
Jey took a moment to consider. “You sure, mamas?” He sounded concerned and you knew he didn't want to hurt you.
You nodded, brushing some of the hair from Sami’s forehead so you could keep sight of his lovely blue eyes.
“You good with that, Sami?” Jey asked, leaning forward to watch as Sami nodded against your pussy, unwilling to pause his ministrations to answer.
Jey chuckled. “Alright, baby. Then lift up fo’ me.”
You obeyed, feeling Jey’s large hands on your hips to assist you. Your movements caused Sami to lean back, watching with wide eyes as you allowed Jey’s cock to nudge against your slicked hole. You couldn’t help but whine as you took the first few inches, your toes curling in satisfaction. As usual, you could feel your thoughts beginning to slip from your grasp, the world turning hazy and warm as Jey’s cock filled you so perfectly.
Jey was quick to bottom out, your body easily adjusting to him. Like you were made for him.
Jey seemed to agree, letting out a low groan as your pussy fluttered around him. “Jesus, baby. You feel perfect.”
He took a moment to collect himself, taking a few deep breaths as he resisted the urge to thrust up into your tight hole. He met Sami’s gaze and a look of understanding passed between them.
“Sami’s gonna open you up more, pretty girl,” Jey murmured, his hands gentle as he kept you balanced on his lap. “Just be a good girl and relax fo’ me, ok?”
You nodded, letting out a sigh as Sami’s tongue returned to your pussy. He seemed uncertain at first, his tongue staying close to your clit to draw out hungry and desperate moans from you. Eventually he dipped further down to your filled hole, his tongue tracing over your entrance as well as Jey’s cock. His eyes flickered up to the two of you and he looked worried, as if he’d crossed some kind of imaginary line. You were quick to reassure him.
“That’s good, Sami,” you praised, reaching out to curl your hands in his ginger hair. “Feels so good.”
Sami relaxed a bit more, his tongue adventuring further as he continued to lap at your stretched hole. Occasionally he would lean down further to coat the base of Jey’s cock with more wetness, his tongue providing equal pleasure to both of you.
Jey didn’t protest. Instead, he pulled you flush against his chest, his free hand cradling the underside of your jaw so he could press more kisses there. He seemed to be enjoying himself, moaning softly into your neck as you continued to clench around him and Sami’s tongue continued to lick up his shaft.
Eventually Sami reached up to add the first finger, sliding in alongside Jey’s dick. You felt so relaxed that you didn’t register the feeling at first, completely lost in the sensation of Sami’s tongue against you.
You let out a contented sigh as Sami continued to lap at your pussy, his finger pumping slowly in and out as he began to work you open.
It was when he added the second finger that you could begin to feel the stretch, your brain short-circuiting at the feeling. You’d only done this once before with the twins and you hadn’t been able to walk for days afterward.
“Doin’ so good, mamas.” Jey’s voice was strained, his fingers curling in the soft flesh of your hips as he forced himself to sit still. “Such a good girl.”
Your eyelids fluttered at his praise, a new noise tearing from your throat as Sami leaned up to capture your clit between his lips, pulling the small bud into his mouth and sucking. The feeling was otherworldly and you felt your hips move on instinct.
“Nuh uh, none of that.” Jey’s voice was tight, his grip tightening on your waist. “No moving yet, baby. Not until you ready.”
You heard yourself make a pitiful noise, though you choked on the sound as Sami added a third finger.
Things started getting hazy after that. You were vaguely aware of Jey continuing to murmur praises in your ear, Sami’s tongue and fingers working you open with a patience that you were certain no other member of the Bloodline had. You could feel your wetness, mixed with Sami’s spit, dripping onto the sheets, your legs beginning to tremble at the feeling of fullness.
“I think she ready, uce.”
It took you some time to realize that it was Jimmy speaking. He was standing near the bed, passing Sami a bottle of lube before leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“You look so pretty all stretched out, baby.” Jimmy’s words sounded far away.
Sami was on his knees now, his eyes level with yours as he squirted some lube onto his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining up to your filled pussy. He met your eyes.
“Okay?”
He was sweet to ask, but you didn’t really have any words to respond. You could only nod, throwing your head back against Jey’s shoulder as he finally pushed into you.
You tried to think, tried to string some kind of coherent sentence together in your brain, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that your brain could focus on was that you felt full. Everything else faded into the background. Even Jey’s sweet kisses seemed miles away. The only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat in your ears.
“Easy, easy,” One person’s voice cut through the radio static and there was no question about whose hand was on your cheek. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.”
Daddy.
You opened your eyes and met the Tribal Chief’s gaze, his expression kind as he looked down at you. He looked like a god at this angle. Benevolent. Strong. Powerful.
You opened your mouth, as if to speak, but only a broken sound came out.
“Shhh, it’s alright.” The Tribal Chief was quick to shush you. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. Look at how well you serve my Bloodline.”
Sami pushed in deeper and your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling, both cocks sliding against each other in the wet, tight heat of your pussy.
“Fuck!” Jey hissed in your ear, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew they’d bruise.
Sami finally stilled, his body flushed against yours as he gave you time to adjust. He leaned forward to press a tentative kiss to your cheek, his eyes wide as he stared at you.
“Pretty girl.”
Sami had never called you that before, but he said it with such reverence that you had no choice but to believe him. You watched with glassy eyes as he reached out to trace the shape of your lips, his gaze at you so tender that you felt tears spring into your eyes.
Their first few thrusts had you moaning. The arousal that had been simmering low in your stomach the entire evening was beginning to bubble to the surface, your body hot as you felt your pussy flutter helplessly around the two dicks inside it.
Jey’s movements were slow, though you knew he wouldn’t take long. He’d been waiting for this, his muscles tense beneath you as he held you close. You could feel his breathy moans in your ear, his large hands keeping you still as he thrust into you alongside Sami.
Sami’s movements were a little faster, his puppy eyes wide as he watched your face contort with pleasure. He leaned forward to kiss your lips and you could still smell the sweet aroma of your own arousal lingering in his beard.
You could vaguely hear the sounds that you were making - half-bitten whimpers and pathetic moans - but you were too far gone to care. Instead you could only sit helplessly as two members of the Tribal Chief’s Bloodline abused your hole, the pleasure so good that you could barely keep your eyes open.
“You getting close, sweetheart?”
Roman’s voice was back, an anchor amidst the rising waves of pleasure and overstimulation.
“You gonna come like this?”
You were too fucked out to register the mocking in his voice, too drunk on cock to think of anything else. You could feel the tension coiling inside you so tightly that you felt your legs shake, teetering dangerously on the edge of orgasm.
“Yes, please,” Your voice was hoarse, as if you’d been screaming. And maybe you had. “Please, can I come, Daddy?”
Roman’s voice was kind. “You can come, pretty girl.”
Your vision went white, pleasure wracking your every muscle as the tension inside you finally snapped. You clenched down on the cocks inside you, gushing around their lengths as your back arched off of Jey’s chest. Your body felt impossibly hot, your chest heaving as if you’d just run a marathon.
It took a few moments to float back down to reality, the distant burn and stretch of your pussy the only thing keeping you grounded now.
You opened your eyes and saw that Sami’s face was a beautiful shade of pink, his eyes and hair wild as he continued to thrust into you. “Oh, fuck,” he swore, his hands now overlapping Jey’s on your hips to keep you close. He turned to the Tribal Chief, his words breathless. “Can I…Can I….?” He couldn’t seem to get the words out, but he was smart to ask. He wouldn’t come inside you without expressed permission from the Tribal Chief.
Roman understood, ruffling Sami’s hair affectionately. “Of course, Sami. You’re one of us now.”
That was enough to send Sami over the edge. You felt him spill into you, coating both your gummy walls and Jey’s cock with his seed.
You heard Jey curse behind you, his teeth clamping down on your shoulder as he quickly followed, warmth spreading inside you at the feeling.
Eventually the world stilled, all three of you breathing hard. Sami had his face pressed into the side of your neck, his breath warm against your heated skin. Jey rested his head near Sami’s, peppering you with small kisses and words of praise. And so what if a few of those kisses brushed Sami’s forehead? The lines were blurry, the world hazy and fragmented as you struggled to return to planet earth.
You were aware of hands surrounding you: Jey’s, Sami’s, Roman’s. You could hear the Tribal Chief’s low rumble, his words praising and sweet. And when Sami finally pulled his softening cock from you, you heard yourself let out a broken sob, the sound so pitiful that you almost felt embarrassed.
“Shhh, it’s alright,” Someone’s voice was in your ear, the words calming. “Just relax, babygirl. It’s okay.”
Jey was shifting behind you and you heard someone say, “Careful, uce. She’s sensitive.”
No amount of gentleness could prepare you for the feeling of emptiness as Jey pulled out of you. Your cheeks felt wet from your tears, despite someone’s warm hands brushing them away. You felt vulnerable, your muscles trembling from exhaustion and overstimulation.
“Come here, baby.”
The Tribal Chief’s words were soft and you realized that he was pulling you close, his large arms encircling you. He was murmuring sweet praises to you, stroking your hair in an effort to calm you down. You didn’t even realize you’d been crying, the drop in endorphins and adrenaline leaving you an emotional wreck. Things still felt fuzzy and splintered, your brain still having difficulty stringing a coherent thought together.
You couldn’t be sure how long Roman held you there, keeping you curled against his chest so you could focus on his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. It wasn’t until you finally calmed down that you could make some sense of the words he was saying to you.
“Let Solo and Jimmy take care of you, sweetheart.” He said, rubbing reassuring circles into your exposed arm. “Come on, up you go.”
You let out a mournful noise as you were torn away from the Tribal Chief’s warm embrace, though you were quickly pacified as you felt more strong arms encircle you, picking you up with ease.
“Sweet girl,” Jimmy cooed, cradling you against his exposed chest as he carried you to the bathroom. “I got you, baby. You’re okay.”
You realized now that they had drawn you a bath, the smell of lavender in the air as Solo dumped the remainder of your bath salts into the filled tub. You were glad that the tub was big enough to accommodate Jimmy as well. He knew, as the others did, how much you needed skin-to-skin contact, making sure to pull you close to him as the warm water soothed your aching limbs.
Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around you, his lips brushing against your forehead as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You watched as Solo knelt down beside the tub, taking your hand and pressing a gentle kiss to your sudsy palm.
“I’m sorry,” Your voice was hoarse, the words shaky as they passed your lips. “You didn’t…you didn’t get to…”
“Shhh,” Jimmy was quick to shush you, reaching up a wet hand to brush some of the hair from your face. “It’s alright, honey. You shouldn’t be worried about that.”
Solo’s eyes were kind. “You did good.” He rumbled, squeezing your hand reassuringly. “You just need to relax.”
“But-”
“Hush, baby,” Jimmy soothed, peppering your cheek with kisses. “Just let us do this for you, ok? We want to.”
His words sounded so tender that you had no choice but to believe him, leaning back against the older twin and watching as Solo began to clean you up. You felt spoiled. Did you really deserve all this? You felt more tears well up in your eyes but you quickly buried your face into Jimmy’s neck to hide them.
Solo’s hands were soothing against your skin, taking his time to massage some of the aches in your arms and legs. Your eyes started to feel heavy, your body finally relaxing in Jimmy’s embrace even as the water turned lukewarm and your fingers started to prune.
You made a disappointed sound as Jimmy gently lifted you up and into Solo’s waiting arms, though it quickly turned into a soft moan at the feeling of a warm towel being wrapped around you. You allowed Solo to take his time drying you off, offering him a dazed smile as he pressed sweet kisses to your lavender-scented skin.
Solo was gentle as he carried you back to the bedroom, his strong arms keeping you tucked against his chest. You nuzzled into his neck as a silent thank you.
You could see that the sheets had been changed, Sami and Jey already snuggled beneath them. You let out a satisfied hum as Solo laid you down beside Sami, smiling as Sami quickly pulled you close to offer a sweet kiss of his own to your cheek.
“Are you okay?” he whispered, his puppy eyes worried as he met yours. You offered him a lazy smile, your eyelids drooping in exhaustion.
“M’perfect,” You slurred, burrowing into his side to seek more of his warmth.
Sami let out a breath, reaching up with almost tentative fingers to stroke your hair. His heartbeat was steady beneath you, the peach fuzz of his chest soft as you leaned against him.
You felt long fingers stroking your side and you opened your eyes just enough to see Jey pull both you and Sami close. His eyes were already closed in exhaustion, his body pressed against Sami’s as he wrapped his long arms around the two of you. Even in his sleepy state, Jey managed to find one of your hands beneath the covers and interlace your fingers together, offering a small squeeze.
The bed dipped again and you saw Solo move behind Jey, joining the three of you under the covers. He met your gaze and you saw that his eyes were sparkling. While Solo wasn’t normally one to show his emotions, you could tell that this is where he felt happiest: surrounded by his family, curled up beneath the sheets with the people he loved the most. He pressed a small kiss to Jey’s temple as he settled in behind him, watching as his older brother let out a small sigh of contentment.
You felt another warm body press up behind you and you realized it was Jimmy, his hair still damp from the bath as he snuggled up close. He wrapped his own arms around you, his long arms blending with yours and Sami’s. He gave you a few more kisses to your forehead before leaning back against the pillow, his nose pressed into your hair.
All five of you had your legs intertwined like vines, long limbs all tangled together beneath the sheets. It was hard to tell where one person began and another ended, but it didn’t really matter. You pressed a kiss to Sami’s chest and he made a pleased sound, his fingers still in your hair.
“Best present ever.” He mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep, and you couldn’t contain your smile.
The room grew quiet, Jey’s soft snores the only sound as Roman stepped closer to the bed. He’d been keeping his distance, watching with unconcealed fondness as his Bloodline snuggled together under the sheets. You were just awake enough to watch as Roman stepped closer to the bed, his eyes shining with affection.
He pressed a finger to his lips once he caught your eyes, reaching out to adjust Solo’s neck so he wouldn’t catch a cramp and pressing a kiss to his youngest cousin’s temple.
“You should get some sleep, sweetheart,” the Tribal Chief murmured, leaning forward to press another kiss to both Jey and Sami’s foreheads. “You’ve had a long day.”
You watched as he walked around the bed to give a kiss to Jimmy’s temple as well, brushing some of the hair from his cousin’s sleeping face.
“It’s alright, baby,” Roman murmured, his hand soft against your cheek as he pressed one final kiss to your face. “I’ve got you. I’ve got all of you.”
Y/N was tired of Roman's busy schedule. He's barely given her any attention, but that was going to change tonight. If he wasn't going to give her attention, she was gonna take it.
Roman was in his meeting room negotiating a deal but he couldn't focus with his bratty sub/fiance acting out more than usual.
y/n had him wrapped around her finger the notorious mafia boss spoiled her rotten creating a monster that’s foreign to the word no.
she got dressed in lingerie that Roman favored and decided she was gonna walk into his meeting she knew that was gonna get his attention.
she walked up to his office but like usual his cousins were standing at the door amused by her antics knowing Roman was not gonna be happy with this at all.
"what the hell you doing?" Jimmy asked her sharing a look with his brother.
His brother, with a look of disappointment, just chuckled.
"I wanna see my fiance" she retorted with an attitude.
"damn, your clothes didn't want to see him, too?" jey comments, rolling his eyes.
They were usually her guards, so they looked at her like a little sister and were very protective.
" shut up, Jey; just let me in." She rolled her eyes and put her hand in his face.
"Girl," he smacked her hand and pushed her head.
"And when I tell Roman, then what"
"tell him," he shoved her head again.
"let me in," she tries to push past them.
Jimmy puts his hand out, pushing her back softly by her chest and then pulling his hand back quickly and wiping it on his pants.
"hell no, we ain't getting in trouble fucking with your little spoiled ass," Jimmy says laughing in her face.
"cool," she said calmly, but it was a trick. She was such a brat and got them in trouble multiple times.
"that's it? Nah, I don't trust you," Jey looks at her skeptically.
"I'm sure your girl doesn't either; she knows about that one night?" y/n recalls how he got a little friendly with her friend one night.
"that ain't gonna work, tell her," he tests her.
"Can you just ask if I can come inside just for a second, please" She uses the eyes that break her man every time and his cousins occasionally.
"Uce, B.G. would like to enter the office. Is that cool?" Jimmy says her code name into his radio.
"yeah, that's cool," he says lowly and y/n gives him a smug look.
"letting you know you're not gonna like what she's wearing," he says, giving her a smug look in return.
"snitch," she mumbles.
"more like not wearing," Jey mumbles.
"let her in," Roman says, the aggravation clear in his voice.
She smiles and walks in, instantly regretting her decision, seeing all the men sitting around the table. His meetings were usually on the phone.
Roman looks in her direction his face expressionless but y/n knows he's very unhappy.
"c'mere"
she walks up to him, embarrassed.
"no, don't be embarrassed. You wanted attention, and now you got everyone's attention. Are you happy now?” He looks at her and all the men in the room who see his fiance in lingerie.
she shakes her head.
"talk, you know I don't care for that head-shaking shit,"
"no" her tone defiant.
"you sure becau- what the fuck are you staring at?" he notices one of his men staring at y/n a little too hard.
"Nothing, sorry, boss," he looks down.
"thought so; come sit on my lap, baby girl" Roman turns his head back to y/n and pulls her into his lap.
"Open your legs," he whispered in her ear.
"but-" she turns around.
"Now," he demands
she obliged opening her legs.
he pushed her red lace panties to the side with his index and middle finger, slowly entering those same fingers into her begging pussy.
y/n Moans, ready for more, but more never came, and quite frankly, neither did she.
This went on for longer than she could count, him pushing her to the edge, then stopping. Her squirming and chasing a high that he refused to give her it was all so much and When y/n finally had enough, she said the only words that came to her mind.
"please"
"Shhh, don't be rude. I'm in a meeting, and stop moving before I add more to your punishment. Oh, I dare you to cum in front of all these men without my permission." he felt her about to cum.
"don't start some-"
"you wanna keep testing me? ill fuck you in front of all of them, show them who you belong to."
y/n was already in trouble but no matter how deep in trouble she was in, something in her just had to test Roman.
"Yeah, right," she scoffs, rolling her eyes. not taking his threat seriously.
In seconds, he picked her up, pushing everything off the table and laying her on it, she gasp.
Y/N couldn't believe he was doing this. Part of her was embarrassed, but every other part of her loved the fact that he was about to own her in front of all these men, and no matter what they did, she'd always be his.
"you've been trying me all fucking day" he rips her panties grabbing her by the throat.
she smiles.
"you think this is funny?"
she nods her head.
"yeah? use your fucking words" he smacks her thigh.
"Yes I find this very funny, your so mad" she giggles.
"I promise you haven't seen mad baby girl" he pulls his hardened dick out and rubs his tip against her clit.
"put it in" she whines.
He looks down at y/n with a smug look, loving that no matter the circumstances she'll always want him, she always begs and she always belongs to him.
"you put it in" he kisses her leg.
she goes to grab his dick but he backs away teasing her like she's been teasing him all day.
"fuck you" she spat.
"I know you do slut" he grabs her thighs bringing her closer to the edge of the table and putting just the tip in before kissing her cervix giving her no time to adjust.
"oh my-" Y/n knew he was angry from the way he was fucking her. He was usually dominant, but right now, he was fucking her like he hated her.
"yeah, shut that shit up." he grabs her by the hair, picking her head up so he can see her fucked out eyes. It's his favorite part, pleasuring his lady and seeing it through her beautiful eyes.
"if I catch anyone looking into her eyes, I won't hesitate to kill you." he pulls out and puts her in a doggy position.
"yes, boss," fills the room.
"matter of fact, meetings over; I can't risk it. My fuse is very short right now. Everyone is dismissed" he fucks her harder as everyone leaves the room.
"aww, but I loved the audience." she pouts.
"You gonna get your audience killed, baby girl." he flicks her bottom lip with his thumb, she bites his finger and then sucks it.
"so fucking nasty," he groans.
she moans quietly, y/n didn't want to give him that satisfaction.
"you had all that mouth earlier. Let me hear you slut," he whispered into her ear.
She wanted to scream as he pummeled her, but the brat in her just couldn't take directions today.
Roman noticed she was doing this purposely holding in her sweet moans, knowing how much he loved the noises she made when he pleasured her.
"okay fuck" She gasped loudly when he started to play with her clit; she grabbed his arm from how sensitive she was.
"There we go, let go of my arm" he pushed her hand off his arm pinning it to the table and fucking her harder.
Romans's release started to build up, and y/n felt him she always did. it always turned her on seeing him cum. She clenched Her pussy around his cock from the thought of it, sending him over the edge.
"fuck baby girl," he filled her pussy with his cum, but he wasn't done with her. He wanted to hear her beg to cum before he was actually done.
"Hmm, thank you." She loved it when he filled her up like this.
"I want an apology for how you acted today." He put her in missionary again to see her eyes as she came for him.
"And I want an apology for not giving me any attention all day"
"oh, you got all my attention now, baby doll" he grabs her neck and kisses her with hunger for more.
"I'm gonna cum" y/n moans out but she knew it wasn't this easy.
"Tell me you're sorry." he slows his strokes down, stopping her release.
y/n was so angry she just wanted to cum, and he was making her beg.
"I let you cum; just let me cum, fuck" she yells at him.
"oh, you let me cum? Cause you're the one in control, huh? And that yelling shit don't move me, baby, you know that." he chuckles.
"Please?" she begs, and He fucks her faster, just what she wants.
"I better hear a fucking apology soon, or I swear I'll leave you here high and dry, y/n," he keeps his pace, feeling her release coming from how much her pussy was constricting on his dick.
"mmm." y/n shook her head She was so stubborn, and he loved it. He loved taming his brat. and He loved making her his little slut.
"you sorry for being a bad girl? come on, just tell me you're sorry and ill let you cum all over this dick, baby," he says softly in her ear.
y/n was so fucked out she knew she couldn't take it any longer, but no matter how bratty she was, one rule she wouldn't break was cumming without Romans's permission, so she said the three words she dreaded.
"yes fuck I'm so sorry for being a bad girl," she moans.
"See, cum for me, pretty girl," he plays in her hair while fucking her through her orgasm.
"fuckkk," she moaned out loud cumming all over his dick, her orgasm taking over her body.
"that's it, my good girl let it go." he talks her through it.
When she finally came down from her high, he pulled out of her, seeing the mix of their cum dripping out of her pussy. He couldn't help himself, so he got on his knees and dragged his tongue up to her clit and sucked, savoring the taste of them on his tongue.
she moaned from the overstimulation, pushing his head away.
"sensitive?" he chuckles.
"Mhm," she gives a tired smile.
"gimmie kiss," he leans in.
They kiss; the hunger is still passionate as they moan, tasting each other's pure bliss.
as they backed away, y/n looked up at him with messy hair, swollen lips, and beautiful, sweet eyes. He loved it so much. He loved her so much, and He wanted a picture painted of her in this state on every wall in the house.
"Okay, come on, babydoll," he picks her up. Its evident she can't walk from the shaking of her legs.
as they walk out, his cousins give them looks of disgust and judgemental headshakes from hearing the whole thing.
"shut up," he laughs, giving them the finger as he walks away with Y/N still in his arms.
"Better wash that finger," Jimmy comments, and they all laugh.
Roman carries her into their bathroom so she can handle her business; while she does that, he chooses pajamas for them so he can get started with a bath. They were very sore from earlier activities.
He ordered his workers to bring snacks and drinks and decided they would have a movie night to wind the night down and spend time together like y/n wanted.
