CJRICKS98

[citrusdummies]

★ KEY WEST: the collector’s item.

pairing: toxic!babydaddy!roman x black!ex!reader.

warning: TOXIC!ROMAN. possessive behavior. manipulation. gaslighting. toxic relationship. smut. piv. unprotected sex. oral. meek!reader. sex tapes. infidelity. degradation. creampies. breeding kink. daddy kink. age gap. MDNI.

summary: as the most ambitious surfer/wrestler bred by the small coastal town of key west, florida— the only thing roman seems to care about apart from the money is you and his baby. sure, his manipulative and possessive tendencies are to blame for the erosion of your erratic relationship. and sure, he has a girlfriend now. but what makes you think you’re allowed to move on?

‎⤹˚˖♬୭ key west playlist

author's note: key west is a miniseries. i'll also be accepting requests for this verse. comments and reblogs are appreciated. love u. mwah.

📮: submit your ask/request here.

⋆𐙚 ̊. MAIN MASTERLIST | ੈ𑁍 ROMAN MASTERLIST

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡⟢ i. KEY WEST.

ii. EASTER BUNNIES. iii. MOTION DETECTED. iv. IS IT A CRIME. v. xx. vi. xx. vii. xx.

SHORTS & EXTRAS.

no contact. | vice city. | xx.

BLURBS & DRABBLES.

xx. | xx. | xx.

LORE.

asks. | fc’s.

characters: roman. | capri. | mia.

places: sunburnt. | green turtle.

tag: #keywest au.

[blazebabe7]

AFTER HOURS

Roman Reigns x fem!Reader

| Divider by @uzmacchiato

| INSPO: "Change" by Deftones!

WORDS: 3k

TW: filthy explicit smut with plot; dom-sub; unprotected sex; marking (scratches/bruises); emotional aftercare; dirty talk

The neon lights of the arena buzzed, a low, electric hum that matched the vibration in your chest. Backstage at SmackDown was always a chaotic labyrinth of production crates, rushing stagehands, and towering athletes, but tonight, the air felt heavier. Thicker. Main event over. Another successful title defense. Another night of Roman Reigns commanding the ring, leaving a trail of broken opponents in his wake. You stood outside his private locker room, a stack of media briefs clutched to your chest like a shield. As a senior brand manager for WWE, your job description was broad, but lately, it had narrowed down to one specific, exhausting, exhilarating task: managing the Tribal Chief.

You knocked—a firm, professional rap.

"Enter" a deep, rumbling voice call out from the other side. The sound of it did things to your lower stomach that you spent forty hours a week pretending didn't happen.

Pushing the heavy door open, you stepped into the dimly lit, spacious suite. Roman was sitting on a leather sofa in the center of the room. He was still in his wrestling gear, the red Ula Fala lei resting against his broad chest, his massive shoulders gleaming with a sheen of sweat and baby oil. Paul Heyman was nowhere to be seen; the Wiseman had clearly been dismissed early.

Roman didn't look up immediately. He was unwrapping the heavy athletic tape from his wrists, his thick, tattooed fingers moving with methodical precision.

"The digital numbers from the press conference are already breaking records" you started, your voice smooth, practicing the professional detachment you wore like armor. "And the merchandise revenue for the new 'Acknowledge Me' line is up thirty percent. I just need you to sign off on the media appearances for tomorrow morning's local radio—" "Stop."

The single word cut through the room. Roman finally raised his head. Those piercing, dark eyes locked onto yours, pinning you to the floor. The sheer, predatory gravity he held in the ring didn't switch off when the cameras stopped rolling. If anything, confined to a small room, it magnified.

"You're rambling" Roman said, his voice a low, gravelly purr. He tossed the crumpled tape onto the table in front of him. "And you're not looking at me."

"I am looking at you, Roman" you lied softly, your eyes darting from his chest back to your tablet.

"No. You're looking at your papers. You're hiding behind them." He stood up. All six-foot-three, two hundred and sixty-five pounds of him uncoiled from the sofa. The physical presence of the man was staggering.

As he walked toward you, the distance between your professional boundaries and your darkest fantasies dissolved with every step. He stopped just inches away. The scent of him—expensive cologne, sweat, leather, and raw, masculine heat—enveloped you.

"Look at me" he commanded softly. You swallowed hard, tilting your chin up. Your eyes met his. "Roman, we have a schedule—"

"I don't care about the schedule tonight" he murmured, reaching out. His large, calloused hand cupped the side of your neck. His thumb brushed over your jawline, his touch surprisingly gentle but dripping with an underlying promise of complete dominance. "I just spent thirty minutes out there taking what's mine. Do you know what kept me focused when the crowd was screaming?"

Your breath hitched. "What?"

"Knowing you were back here. Waiting for me." His hand shifted, his fingers tangling into your hair, tilting your head back just a fraction more. "Knowing that after I made them acknowledge me, I was coming back here to make you do the same."

The professional facade you had meticulously built over the last year shattered into dust. Your heart hammered against your ribs. "Roman... anyone could walk in. The crew, the boys—"

"The door is locked" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips. "And nobody interrupts the Tribal Chief. Nobody."

Before you could process the thrill shooting straight down your spine, Roman’s mouth slammed down onto yours.

It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was an reclamation. A declaration of ownership. His lips were hot, demanding, parting yours with a possessive swipe of his tongue. You let out a soft gasp into his mouth, the brief clutched to your chest slipping from your fingers and scattering across the floor. You didn't care. Your hands immediately flew to his chest, your fingers digging into the hard, damp muscle of his pectorals, feeling the heavy, rapid thud of his heart.

Roman groaned, a deep, primal sound that vibrated against your teeth. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, lifting you effortlessly off your feet and pressing your back firmly against the heavy wooden door. The cold wood against your spine contrasted sharply with the inferno of his body pressed flush against yours.

He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down your jaw, his teeth biting gently at the sensitive skin of your neck, right where your pulse was racing wildly.

"God, you smell so good" he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "I've been watching you all week. Walking around in those tight skirts, looking at me with those eyes. You think you hide it well?" He nipped at your collarbone, making you arch your back, a soft whimper escaping your lips. "You don't. I see right through you."

"Roman, please" you gasped, your hands moving into his thick, damp hair, pulling him closer.

"Please what?" he murmured, sliding his hand down your hip, gripping the fabric of your pencil skirt and pulling it up, bunched around your waist. His large palm rested against the bare skin of your thigh, his heat searing into you. "Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you."

A dark, satisfied smirk spread across his handsome face. "Good."

In one swift, incredibly powerful motion, Roman hooked his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life. He carried you across the room, never breaking eye contact, and set you down on the edge of the massive executive desk. Papers, pens, and your laptop were carelessly shoved aside as he crowded into your space, parting your legs wider with his thighs.

He didn't waste any time. His hands found the waistband of your underwear, tearing the lace down your legs with a ruthless efficiency that made you wet your lips in anticipation. When his hand returned, his long fingers brushed against your core. You were already slick, completely unraveled by his touch. Roman let out a low, dark laugh. "Look at you. So wet for me." He slipped two fingers inside you, testing your heat, his thumb pressing hard against your clitoris.

You threw your head back, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Roman—ah! Please."

He stroked you with a agonizingly slow, deliberate rhythm, stretching you out, teaching your body his pace.

"I told you before" he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear. "Out there, I belong to the world. But back here? In this room? You belong to me. Say it."

"I belong to you" you cried out, a sob of pure pleasure ripping from your throat as his fingers slid deeper, curling inside you, finding the exact spot that made your toes curl. "Roman, yes, right there—"

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you aching and empty, whimpering at the sudden loss. You opened your eyes to see him stepping back just enough to rid himself of his wrestling tights. When he freed himself, your breath caught. He was massive, thick, and fully erect, pulsing with a dark vein that promised absolute ruin in the best way possible.

He grabbed a foil packet from his gym bag on the couch, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on with practiced ease.

Then, he was back in your space. He grabbed your ankles, pulling you to the very edge of the desk, and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. The position left you completely exposed, vulnerable, and entirely at his mercy.

Roman looked down at you, his eyes dark with a terrifying, intoxicating lust. "Look at me while I take you" he commanded, his voice dropping an octave. "I want to see your face when you realize who owns you."

He aligned himself, his thick head pressing against your dripping entrance. He paused for one agonizing second, letting you feel the sheer size of him, before he pushed forward.

He slid into you in one deep, unyielding thrust.

You screamed, the sound echoing in the high-ceilinged room, your hands flying to his biceps as your body stretched to accommodate him. He filled you completely, hitting your cervix with a force that sent sparks behind your eyelids. It was a tight, intense stretch, so full it bordered on overwhelming, but the pleasure that followed was instantaneous.

"Fuck" Roman groaned, closing his eyes for a brief moment as your tight walls clamped around him like a vice. "You are so tight. So perfect." He began to move.

It was a heavy, punishing rhythm. Roman used his weight and his immense strength to drive himself into you, each thrust deep and relentless. The desk creaked beneath you with every impact, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and filthy in the quiet room.

You could only gasp and cry out his name, completely consumed by the sensation of him stretching you, filling you to the absolute brim. Your hands moved from his biceps to his back, your nails digging into the elaborate Polynesian ink covering his right shoulder, leaving faint red marks. He didn't care; if anything, the sting only made him drive into you harder.

"Roman... oh my god, Roman, you're too big" you gasped, your head tossing from side to side.

"You can take it" he growled, changing the angle, lifting your hips higher off the desk so he could penetrate even deeper. "Take all of it for me."

The friction was unbelievable. Every time he pulled back, nearly withdrawing completely, you felt a whimpering sense of loss, only for him to plunge back in, burying himself to the hilt. You were completely overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of him, the raw power of a man who ruled an industry, now completely focused on shattering your composure.

He leaned down, pinning your hands above your head with one of his massive hands, while the other braced against the desk beside your hip. He kissed you again, deeply, his tongue mimicking the brutal, beautiful rhythm of his hips. You tasted yourself on his lips, a heady, intoxicating mix that sent you over the edge. The coil of tension in your lower stomach tightened into a knot of pure fire. You were so close.

"Roman, I'm... I'm going to—"

"You can do it, sweetheart" he demanded against your mouth, his pace quickening, becoming faster, rougher. "Cum for me. Let me feel it."

With a few more devastating, deep thrusts, your body fractured. Your vision went white as a powerful, violent orgasm gripped your muscles, your inner walls convulsing around his thick shaft in tight, rhythmic waves. You cried out his name, your body trembling beneath him.

Hearing your release, seeing the absolute ecstasy on your face, broke Roman's control.

He let out a loud, guttural roar, his chest heaving as he delivered three final, incredibly hard thrusts, burying himself as deep as physically possible inside you. His body went rigid as his own climax hit him, a powerful tremor ripping through his massive frame as he spilled himself securely into the condom, filling you with his heat.

For a long minute, the only sound in the room was the heavy, ragged breathing of the two of you. Roman rested his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling violently against your breasts. He slowly let your legs down from his shoulders, though he remained buried inside you, anchoring you both.

A slow, triumphant smile spread across his lips as he looked down at your flushed, completely spent face. He reached up, gently wiping a stray tear of pleasure from your cheek with his thumb.

"Acknowledge me" he whispered, his voice laced with a deep, affectionate warmth that was reserved only for you.

You let out a breathless, weak laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a soft, lingering kiss. "Always" you murmured against his lips.

He slowly pulled out of you, the sudden emptiness making you sigh, and immediately set about cleaning both of you up with a towel from his bag. He helped you stand, your legs trembling so badly he had to catch you by the waist to keep you steady.

After you both got dressed—your clothes slightly wrinkled but passable—Roman walked back over to his couch, completely composed, as if he hadn't just thoroughly wrecked you on his desk. He picked up your media briefs from the floor, neatly stacking them together, and handed them back to you.

"Now" Roman said, that familiar, commanding smirk playing on his lips. "What were you saying about those radio appearances tomorrow morning?"

You took the papers, your heart full, a secret, wicked smile of your own forming. "Nothing the Tribal Chief can't handle."

You adjusted the media briefs in your arms, the crisp paper rustling as a subtle reminder of the world waiting just outside the heavy wooden door. But inside, the atmosphere had shifted from chaotic intensity to a profound, lingering warmth.

Roman stepped closer, the sharp edges of his corporate and in-ring persona melting away to reveal the man beneath. He reached out, his large hand gently clasping yours, grounding you. "The local radio can wait until 7:00 AM" Roman murmured, his voice a low, soothing vibration. He looked down at you, his dark eyes soft but entirely focused. "Right now, the only thing on the schedule is getting out of here."

A small, genuine smile broke across your face, the professional mask completely forgotten. "I think the brand manager can approve a brief delay for the Tribal Chief."

"Good." Roman let out a soft laugh, a sound of pure contentment that very few people ever had the privilege to hear.

He moved over to the sofa, tossing his gear bag over his shoulder with effortless grace. When he returned to your side, he didn't care about the corporate boundaries or the frantic backstage rush occurring just down the hall. He wrapped a heavy, protective arm around your waist, pulling you securely against his side as he reached for the doorknob.

Before turning it, he paused, leaning down to press a quiet, lingering kiss against your forehead. It was a silent seal on the unspoken bond between you—a partnership built on absolute trust and mutual respect, hidden in plain sight from the rest of the world.

"Let's go home" he whispered against your skin. With a definitive click, the locker room door swung open.

You stepped out together into the bustling arena corridors, moving through the maze of production crates as a united front, ready to conquer whatever tomorrow brought.

[fantasylynd]

Folded ☆ Jey Uso

Summary: They say you fold for the ones you love.

Warnings: age gap, breakup to make up, unprotected sex, fem reader, daddy kink, rough sex, creampies, a singular spank, very very brief mentions of toxic relationship at food

A/N: my best friend gonna be mad i posted this bc i was supposed to post my cody fic next😭 as always not proofread and excuse my grammar and spelling errors, im dyslexic!! i hope you like it!!! comments, requests, and general feedback is always welcome!!! think about making a taglist too let me know if you'd be interested and ill make a post!! ANYWAYS ENOUGH TALKING ENJOYING MWAH 💋

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Main Event🌴🔐💙: In the area

Do you want me to come get my things still?

Yeah I do.

I folded all your clothes and put your gaming shit in its box.

Main Event 🌴🔐💙: I expect you to break that shit.

I would have deserved it.

Let me know when you wanna slide

Main Event🌴🔐💙: Aight mamas

You sighed as you locked your phone, throwing it on the bed where Jey's clothes sat neatly folded. Your best friend said you were better than she was as she watched you gather his things neatly over FaceTime. You just shook your head and decided not to comment. No one knows the reason for real why the two of you broke up. They are only going off of what they saw online. You didn't have the energy to explain yourself or Jey so you both just let it be. You could scream from the top of the highest mountain that is wasn't his fault but there will be people who will still insist that it had to be and you were just covering for him. It didn't matter to you anymore though. You two broke up and you needed to focus on what's next to come.

But what is next? You never thought for one second of a life that didn't include Jey in it. You have ever life goal with him in mind. How does go from that to this? How does one recover from this? You met Jey when you were a bright eye freshly out of grad school intern for the company. He gave offered you advice, advice turned to a listening ear, ear to a shoulder to cry on, shoulder to a hand in friendship, your best friend turned lover. Jey was so intertwined into the deep cracks and crevices of you life how could you possibly go on without him?

Did you even want to? Yeah, it was you who initiated the breakup but you felt like that was all you could do. You felt like a burden to him, too much, too needy, too clingy, too young.

Jey spent every moment he could reassuring you that you were never too much or anything else you could think of. To him, you were his everything. He would move mountains for you. If you told him you wanted the sun, he would have gotten it for you with no hesitation. But he understood. He understood that pressure and the need to live up to a certain status given the career the both of you are a part of. He knew his lifestyle was the root of all the problems despite you claiming otherwise. He knew he should have made more effort to be there with you, make more time for you. He knew that and he was trying he really was. Was it enough? Probably not, but he was putting in the work. Why did you give up on him, on the relationship? He couldn't wrap his head around it but he loved you so much that he let you go when you asked him to. He watched you walk away because that's what you wanted but he was so in his head he didn't notice you left your footprints in the dirt hoping he would follow you.

Main Event🌴🔐💙: Can I pull up?

Yeah

Main Event🌴🔐💙: You ate?

Don't answer I know ya ass didn't.

Imma pick you up something.

No arguing.

That's not your responsibility anymore Jey

Main Event🌴🔐💙: You can't tell me what to do anymore.

Be there in 30.

You bit your lip trying to fight the smile that was forming on your face. Jey really was the only one other then your best friend who knew you tend to forget to eat time to time, especially when you have a lot going on in your head like you do now. You knew he still cared about you but actively seeing it even after all that was said meant much more than you wanted it to.

Thirty minutes came and Jey was knocking on your front door. You opened the door and took a look over him. He was in all black, sweatpants position low on his waist, black hoodie with a gold chain peaking from underneath, his go to Air Forces on he feet, beanie on his head and sunglasses over his eyes. He held a bag of In-N-Out in one hand and a large drink in the other.

"That better be pink lemonade." You said opening the door wider for him to come in

He step passed you can kissed his teeth. "Girl, you already know what's in this cup." he said walking over to you open kitchen and placing the food and drink down on the island.

You smiled softly, closing the door and following behind him. It felt weird having him back in your apartment after a month of him not being here. It was like everything suddenly made sense to you again. You didn't realize how much you missed him in your space.

"Soooo," Jey cleared his throat. "Where are my things?"

"In the room." You swallowed. "I'll grab them." You said turning on your heels

Jey grabbed you by the wrist, halting your movements. "Don't worry about it mama, I got it." He said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes like normally. "Eat. I'll be quick."

You nodded your head knowing arguing with him would be stupid. You reluctantly dug into the bag of food as you watched Jey disappear down the hall into your bedroom.

Jey walked into your room and a sense of dread fell over him as he locked eyes with his clothes on your bed. He noticed his gaming system in it's original box that you made him keep because you said you wanted to use it in a junk journal but never got to cutting it up. He pursed his lips as he took the steps to cross over to your bed. His fingers grazed over the first stack of clothes. He noticed you had everything stacked and folded as if it was a normal laundry day. He chuckled to himself quietly as he remembered the first time he did laundry at your place and you yelled at him for not separating the whites from the colors. After that you told him he was banned from your washer and dryer hook up.

This wasn't right. He shouldn't be here picking up his things. He shouldn't be leaving you. He should putting his things back in these drawers and in that kitchen stealing fries from you. Jey kissed his teeth again and ran his hands over his face before storming out of the bedroom.

You heard him stomping down the hall and turned to face the hallway expecting him. You don't know what you were really expecting, you just knew it was going to be a lot.

"Look, we need to talk." Jey said snatching the sunglasses off his face and walking over to you

"Okay..." You braced yourself

"This ain't right." He sighed placing his glasses on the kitchen counter. "This," he said raising a hand and motioning back and forth between the two of you. "this is a forever thing. You promised me forever."

"I know what I promised you Jey but-"

"And stop calling me Jey. I'm not Jey with you, cut that shit. Say my name." He cut you off

You sighed. "I know what I promised you, but shit changes."

"We don't change." He said taking a step closer so the two of you were toe to toe."We don't just go our separate ways because shit gets hard. You don't get to give up on me like everyone else. Fuck no you don't."

You felt your eyes beginning to burn as you look up at Jey whose face held so many emotions. Jey's eyes searched yours for something, for anything. He saw the tears building up in them so he grabbed you face in his hands gently. "We don't have to do this baby." he said thumbing away the stray tear that managed to slip down your cheek. "You got my shit folded nice and shit, just let me put them back in the drawers and we can fix this."

Tears began to stream down your face uncontrollably now as Jey spoke to you. You nodded your head yes as he kept going on. You didn't want this. You thought you did a month ago and you were wrong, so fucking wrong.

"C'mere." Jey said dropping his hands from your face to around your neck to pull you into his chest and hold you tight.

"I'm sorry." You cried grabbing fist fulls of his hoodie, scared that if you let go he will walk out that front door. "I'm sorry Jey. I'm so sorry."

Jey pulled away from you just enough so he could look down at you. "Look at me."

You sniffled and tilted you head back so you could look him in the face. "Don't apologize to me for anything. We both fucked up and we took the easy way out. You aren't to blame. If anyone is taking blame it's me. I should have made more effort to be with you. I should have noticed you pulling away. I should have been better."

"You were the closet thing to perfect to me." You sniffled. "I was too needy and selfish. I just wanted you all the time and when you told me you were busy time after time, my brain started to come up with really ugly things."

"You should have talked to me love." Jey sighed

"I know." You frowned

"You can't let that shit fester because look at where it got us." He sighed

"Im sorry."

Jey sighed softly and lowered his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. You sighed and physically relaxed on his hold, your first letting go of the fabric in favor of settling on his hips. Jey tighten his hold on you as he kissed you deeper, forcing your head back farther so he could get a better angle. You dug your fingers into his hips as you felt yourself getting wet in between you legs. Jey pulled away from you, only because he knew you needed to breathe, and pressed soft kisses on you cheek and then on the tip of your nose.

"Help me put these clothes away." He said pecking your lips briefly. "So I can fuck you until you remember my damn name." He said with another peak. "All that Jey shit gotta stop. Where did that even come from?" he said dropping his arms from their place on your neck. "Go on." He said motioning his head towards the bed room. You smiled and rolled your eyes teasingly as you brushed past him. Jey cocked his hand back and brought it down connecting it with the left side of your ass making you jump and look back at him with a startled looked of surprised. "Don't look at me like that. Your ass need that and more. Don't worry, you'll get it though."

You let out a squeal and you ran to your bedroom. Jey laughed as he took off after you. You entered your room and you tried to shut the door but Jey was too quick and too strong. He easily pushed the door open and scooped you up in his arms. You laughed as you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.

"Did you really think you was gone run for me and I wouldn't catch you?" He asked lips brushing against yours as he spoke

"Sorry daddy." You giggled kissing his lips

"Ah so now you remember." he said against your lips

"Never forgot." You teased taking his bottom lip in between your teeth

Jey let out a moan as his hands shifted towards your ass so he could grip. "You testing me ma." Jey breathed as you released his lip from your bite

"I missed you."

"I missed you more." Jey said taking steps over to the bed

"Jey the clothes."

Jey kissed his teeth and dropped a hand from it's place on your ass to swipe the clothes off the bed and onto the floor before dropping you down onto the bed. "We will fold them again, together." Jey said emphasizing "together." as he crawled onto the bed and slotted himself in between your legs.

"Together." You repeated bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. Jey closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, nuzzling his nose into your palm.

Jey stayed like that for a moment, taking in the fact that he was here in this moment with you after a month apart. He pressed a soft kiss on your palm before placing kisses down your forearm. His hand position on your waist, squeezing you firmly under his hold as he pressed his front against your heat. You tilted your head to the side as Jey kissed along your clothed collarbone and to you neck, latching his lips on the skin sucking hard until his mark on you began to get visible. Jey littered you neck with love bites and marks as his hips ground down on your covered pussy trying to give you both some type of friction and ease. Jey kissed along your jaw and then your cheeks before connecting his lips on yours again. You moaned against him as you opened your mouth and let him slip his tongue inside.

Jey dropped a hand from your waist and in between your legs, thankful you had those sweatshorts that were way to big for you because his hand was able to slid up the leg of them until he reached your throbbing pussy.

"You're so fucking wet for me." Jey groaned into your mouth as he hook a finger under your panties and pushed them to the side. Jey rubbed up and down your dripping pussy lips. You moaned and your arms found their place back around his neck. You worked your hands up and grabbed his beanie, pulling it off and tossing on the ground on the side of the bed. You tangled your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck as he kissed you deeply, his fingers in between your legs, spreading your pussy lips apart. His middle finger curling up and pressing against your aching clit causing you to arch your back of the bed as much as you could with his body weight all on you. Jey groaned in your mouth as he slipped his index finger into your heat. You were so fucking wet for him and it had his brain spinning. You were so wet you barely felt him slid his thick digit inside you. You wanted more, you needed more as you began to move your hips underneath him trying to take more of his finger. Jey slipped a second finger into your pussy and you felt the welcomed intrusion with a small tug on his curls. Jey hissed in your mouth, grabbing your bottom lip in his teeth like you did moments prior before he pulled away.

Jey looked down at you as the pace of his finger sped up. Your mouth hung open slack as Jey fingered into you roughly, thumb circling your clit. The gushy sounds of your pussy was sending blood straight to Jey's dick, it was straining so hard in his boxers. He was sure he was leaking underneath his black sweats as he felt your juices flowing down his hand, dampening the wrist of his hoodie from how hard he was fingering you.

You were a moaning and whining mess. Your grip on his hair was tight. You legs began to shake around him. You knew you were making a messy on your new bedding you couldn't bring yourself to care, not as Jey looked down at you with this dark looked in his eyes.

"What's my name?" Jey questioned you, voice deeper, rougher

"J-Je" You stuttered

Jey snarled at you, using his other hand to push one of you legs up so he had better access to your pussy. "What's my name?" He pressed again

"Jey." You moaned with a smirk on your face

"You think this shit is a game." He scoffed pulling his fingers out of your pussy. He got on his knees and pulled his hoodie off and over his head, taking the white tank top he was wearing off with it. Jey proceeded to get off the bed completely, standing at the foot of it. He grabbed you by the ankle and pulled down to him. He grabbed the waistband of your shorts and the panties underneath them and pulled them down and off your legs with a speed you haven't experienced from him before.

"Take your shirt off." He commanded and he worked his own pants and boxers off his body. You quickly disposed of the oversized shirt you were wearing and laid back down legs open and body shaking in anticipation.

Jey stood at the foot of the bed, erection in hand as his eyes grazed your body as if you were his prey. You bit you lip as you looked up at Jey as you brought a hand in between your legs. Jey raised and eyebrow up at you and he tilted his head curious to your next movement.

You ran your hand along your wet pussy, breatg hitching in your throat when you noticed just how wet you were. Jey brought his hand up to his mouth and dropped some spit in it before bringing it down to his girthy erection, stroking himself as he watched you spread you pussy lips and slip your two fingers inside. You moaned and made a show out of fingering yourself. You brought you other hand up and started to massage your breast, going backwards and forth between your left and right. Jey stood looming over you at the edge of the bed, eyes dark, hand pumping his erection as precum leaked out his tip. His chest visibly rising and falling as if he was trying to calm himself as he watching your fingers disappear and reappear from your pussy.

"Fuck." He groaned as you pulled your fingers out from your pussy and brought them up to you mouth, sucking them clean. Jey placed a hand on your knee as he crawled back onto the bed, taking his position in between your legs. He lined his head up with your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside you. Your back arched off the bed as you and Jey both had your breath hitch in your throat. He grabbed both of your ankle and placed them on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around your thighs holding them together as he slid out of your wetness slowly before snapping his hips roughly, pushing all of him inside you with no warning. Jey watched your face twist under him with a mixture of pleasure, mostly pleasure, and pain from the lack of time he gave you to adjust to his length and girth being that it has been a month since he last fucked you.

"What's my name?" He questioned again as he fucked into you hard, his balls smack against your ass becoming sticker and sticker as your juices flowed out of you with each pump of his dick

"J-Je-"

"Wrong. Fucking. Answer." He grunted as he slammed into you after every word

Jey took your legs and folded them over you, quite literally almost folding you in half. He got up on his feet and squat down to take you in the a mating press position. Jey held you ankles in place as he watched his dick glide in and out of you sloppy soaking pussy. You felt Jey so deep. It felt like he was going to come up and out your throat. You felt your eyes beginning to burn, the pleasure becoming almost too much. Jey noticed the tears in your eyes and that set fire to him. He wanted you to cry from him fucking you. He wanted you to sob and dwindle down to nothing but a stuttering mess. Jey let go of one of your legs and brought his hand down to your pussy. Your body jolted underneath him as he brought his thumb back to your clit.

"Oh fuck." You moaned eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands grabbing a fist full of the bedding.

"Take that shit." Jey grunted his pace not slowing down as he felt you squeeze around him.

"J-Jey." You stuttered as you felt you thighs begin to shake.

"Take it." He grunted. "Take all of it." he said feeling himself getting closer and closer to his finish

Jey let go of your ankles, letting you legs fall as he lowered himself on top of you. One of his arms sliding under your head so he could hold you close, other hand on your waist as he fucked inside you, holding you down. Your arms wrapped around him, fingers digging and scratching his skin.

"Don't stop." You panted against his lips. "Don't stop daddy, fuck I'm so close. Daddy please." You sobbed into his mouth

"Fuck." Jey moaned hips snapping hard, his dick ramming in you as he began to cum inside you

You moaned as your orgasm took over you. His title rolling off your tongue like a mantra as he fucked his cum into you as the both of you rode out your orgasms.

Jey hips slowed as he finished fucking his cum inside you. Your body began to feel heavier and heavier as you came down from your orgasmic high. Jey pressed soft kisses only your collarbone and neck. You grabbed his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips as he pulled out of you, making you whine from the emptiness. Jey smiled against your lips before pulling away and getting off the bed and headed to your bathroom.

He was gone for a few seconds but came back with clean sheets and a warm wash rag. He placed the sheets by his boxed up gaming system in your dresser and walked over to you, taking the towel and wiping you up. You thanked him with soft kiss to his lips before you headed to the bathroom yourself.

You came back, dressed in your muumuu that you put in the bathroom before Jey came over, to your room with fresh sheets on your bed and Jey now on his sweatpants, clearly with no boxers underneath. He was at the foot of you bed with a pile of his clothes on it in front of him. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, slipping your hand under his waistband.

"What are you doing?" You questioned, check pressed against his tatted back

"Folding."

[charmed-dreamssss]

Talk You through It

Author's Note: This one is a request. A request about Mr. YEET man's iconic moment at a meet and greet. Yall know... that "It'll fit. It'll fit..." Moment... Yeah... It still got me in the chokehold. Enjoy my babies... 😮‍💨

Warning:. PLEASE DNI IF YOU'RE A MINOR. THIS IS FOR THE 18+ CREW...

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"U up?"  That was all it took. It always was.  Didn't even need to send him the name of the hotel. He already knew where I was– where I always stayed when I came through Atlanta. 

I been calling him like this for months. Sometimes after a night out, sometimes fresh out the shower, still dripping , towel wrapped around my curves he couldn’t stay away from. And like always…

He came.

By the time I opened the door, he was already halfway out his hoodie.  His duffle slung over one shoulder, lips curled into that knowing dangerous smirk. His golds glinted under the low hallway lighting as his eyes moved up and down my frame. 

Black Silk robe, tied loose. One tug away from exposing everything he really came for. 

Leaning against the doorframes, eyeing him up like I wasn't already throbbing for what was under those Nike tech sweats. 

"That was fast." 

"I don't waste time when I know what's waitin' on me," he muttered, stepping inside without hesitation. "You call me, I pull up. You know that, mama." 

I licked my lips, "You stay too ready."  As he made his way over to the chair in the corner, I closed the door behind ne and locked it. 

"Nah," He said, while dropping his bag in the chair and slowly turning back towards me. Eyes fixed on mine like they were magnetic. "You the one that stay ready." 

The first kiss was greedy. His hand was around my throat instantly–not choking just holding.  Just...letting me feel the dominance of his touch. Letting me know what this was, what it always been. 

Jey kissed like he knew exactlu what buttons to press. His tongue was slow, warm, thick, purposeful. Like he was easing me into the storm he brought with him everytime. My fingers tugged at the hem of his tank while his mouth found the side of my neck, leaving heat, spit and teeth behind.  "I been fiendin'," he murmured, voice gravelly. "You always hit me when I'm already thinkin' bout you." 

Moaning against him as he reached down to grab the back of my thigh and hoist you up like nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist, robe falling open just enough to make him groan in approval. 

He set me down on the edge of the bed, and I watched as he peeled off his tank. Tattoos glistening, gold cuban swinging. That signature mullet wild and curly like he'd been running his hands through it thinking about this exact moment. 

"You just gon' keep starin or–" 

He dropped his sweats. And... 

There it was. Thick. Heavy. Ready.

I couldn't help but swallow the deep breath I was holding in. 

He noticed, and smirked. 

"Ain't nothin' new, baby," he whispered while fisting himself slowly as he walked closer to you. "You know it'll fit."  I shook my head, heat crawling up my chest. "Don't start that shit, Jey." 

He smirked wider. Sinister. 

Before I could blink, I was on my stomach. Robe thrown across the room, ass arched, cheek against the sheets and body trembling as he pressed the tip against my soaked folds. His hand slid up my spine, soft palm flat between my shoulder blades. 

He bent low, lips grazing the shell of my ear. "Deep breath, ma."  As soon as I inhaled and exhaled– shakily. He didn't wait.  Pushing in, slow. Thick inch by inch, groaning deep from his chest as my walls clenched around him.  "Fuuuuck," he hissed. "Tight as fuck." 

I couldn't help but cry out, as I gripped the sheets. "Shi– Jey –slow–" He paused halfway in, grinning so wide, I could hear it in his voice.  "Told you, mama."  Thrust. "It'll fit."  Thrust. "It'll fit...It always do."  Deeper thrust. "Don't run now..." 

Once he bottomed out, he stayed still. Letting me feel every inch, every vein, every hard twutch of him buried deep. 

Lowly whining from him being too still and still trying to adjust.  "I can't–" 

"You takin' all this dick just fine, mama," he whispered, hips rolling slow, deep and punishing. "Been fuckin' on me for how long? Don't act brand new on me now." 

The only reply he got from me was a broken moan, back arching and my ass pushing into him greedily as he started to really move. Strokes were nasty. Wet.  Slow drag out, heavy thrust back in. The kind of rhythm that broke girls down. That changed the way you walked and talked. And he talked you through every second of it.  "Breathe, baby." 

"Don't clench so hard–fuck. You finna make m–"

"Yeah, like that."  "Good fuckin' girl." 

"Look all this ass bouncin' back on me..." 

My orgasm crept up too fast. It always did with him. My moans were louder–ragged, desperate, full of pressure I couldn't hold. But he knew.

His hand found the back of my neck, gripping just enough to make my eyes flutter.  "Go 'head mama, cum," he whispered, fucking me deeper.  "I–I ca–can't–"

"You can."  "You will." "Let me feel it, baby."  "Give it to me."

I broke. Shaking, moaning loudly into the mattress. Entire body locking as I came hard around him. He hissed a Samoan curse through his teeth as my walls squeezed the life out of him. 

When he pulled out, I was damn near limp when he flipped me onto my back. He licked his lips, as his chest heaved, chain now sticking to his tan skin.  "You good?" 

Nodding weakly, dazed and glowing. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.  "Got one more in you?" 

I blinked up at him, still panting, skin hot, nerves fried. My legs twitched involuntarily, and I couldn’t stop the smile crawling across my lips.

“You askin’ like you ain’t already know,” I whispered.

His grin spread slow. Wide. Sinful.

“Bet.”

Jey sat back on his heels, stroking his dick lazily—slick with both our mess, thick veins bulging in his hand. Watching me. The way my chest rose and fell. The way my thighs trembled. The way I kept shifting like I didn’t want him to slide back in… even though my body was begging for it.

"Open those legs for me."

I did.

He moved between them, hooked one of my knees over his shoulder, the other bent back as he guided himself back in—easy this time. But even “easy” had me gasping.

“Still tight,” he rasped, eyes dark and low-lidded. “Still tryna push me out, huh?”

I whimpered, biting my lip, hand sliding down to brace against his stomach.

"Jey—fuck—you're so—"

"I know."

He bottomed out in one stroke and didn’t move. Just let it sit. Deep. Filling me all the way up. My toes curled, body stretching around him like it hadn’t just taken everything he had less than five minutes ago.

He leaned forward, forearm braced beside my head, forehead touching mine.

His voice dropped.

"Look at me."

I did.

“I want this one slow. I want you to feel every stroke. Every inch. Every word I say.”

I nodded weakly, already whimpering as he rolled his hips.

He started slow, deep, rhythmic—like his strokes had a melody only he could hear. Like my body was the beat. Skin slapped against skin, sweat beading along his brow, the chain around his neck swinging lazily between our bodies.

"That's it," he whispered, dragging out every syllable like a song. "You feel that, mama?"

"Y-yeah..."

He kissed me. Deep. Possessive.

“Good.”

His strokes got heavier. Slower. Deeper.

The kind of deep that made your back lift off the bed, your voice catch in your throat, your soul leave your damn body for a second.

“You know this ain’t just dick, right?” he muttered, biting your jaw. “This me. Every time. All mine. You know that, right?”

“Yes—”

"Say it."

"It’s yours," I cried. “Shit, it’s yours, baby—”

He groaned, snapping his hips harder now, hand sliding under my lower back to hold me in place.

“You ain’t goin’ nowhere. I got you.”

I was close again. My legs shook like they were trying to run. My nails dug into his back. I could barely breathe.

“Jey—baby I’m—”

He kissed my temple, sweat dripping onto my shoulder.

“Cum wit’ me. Don’t run. Look at me—don’t run.”

That last stroke? Too much. It unlocked something.

I shattered.

Loud, long, obscene moan slipping from my lips as my legs locked around him. I came—hard. Harder than before. Vision white-hot. My nails dug into his back, my walls clenching him so tight, so perfectly, he damn near collapsed.

“Fuuuck—baby—fuck—”

He spilled inside me, thick and warm, pulsing through every spasm I had left to give him. And still, he didn’t stop. Still kissed me through it. Still held me like we had all night.

We laid there, stuck together, catching our breath. His hand rested just above my navel. His other slid behind my neck to keep me close.

“Still fit,” he whispered, lips brushing my cheek.

I chuckled weakly. “Barely.”

He laughed low, wrapping his arms around me tighter.

“Bet you gon’ call again next weekend.”

And I would. Every time. Because when it came to Jey?

It always fit.

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𝚆𝚎 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛

synopsis: kehlani just can’t let you go.

pairing: kehlani (g!p) x fem!y/n

i can’t say what i want here to do to me on here…. stay with me tho…

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the knock came hard against your front door just after midnight. you already knew it was her before you even checked the peephole.

kehlani never could stay away.

not for long. not when she decided you still belonged to her. you opened it anyway because saying no had never worked before, and your body already remembered the way she took up every inch of space in a room.

she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. taller than you by a good six inches, even in her sneakers. her shoulders filled the doorway like she owned the whole damn apartment.

dark eyes locked on yours, and you felt that familiar twist in your stomach. part fear. part something worse. something that made your thighs press together on instinct.

you tried to speak, but she was already moving.

her hand came up fast and cupped the back of your neck, fingers digging in just enough to remind you she could snap you in half if she wanted.

she pulled you close until your soft dark skin pressed against the hard line of her chest, your full breasts crushed between you, the curve of your belly molding to her flat stomach.

she smelled like weed and that same cologne she always wore when she wanted to ruin you.

“you aint going nowhere tonight.” she said it low, voice rough, her breath hot against your ear.

her other hand slid down the side of your body, slow at first, mapping every soft roll and heavy curve like she was claiming territory.

she squeezed your wide hip hard enough that you gasped then shoved you back against the wall. the impact rattled the picture frames, but she didnt care. she never did.

her mouth crashed into yours. no gentleness, just teeth and tongue and the kind of kiss that felt like a punishment.

you tasted blood where she bit your lip but you kissed her back anyway, your hands fisting in the front of her hoodie like you hated her and needed her at the same time.

she broke the kiss only long enough to yank your tank top up and over your head.

your tits spilled free, dark nipples already tight. she looked at them like she wanted to devour you whole. her palm covered one completely, squeezing, kneading, thumb flicking over the peak until your knees went weak. you moaned into her mouth, and she swallowed the sound like it belonged to her.

kehlani dropped to her knees right there in the hallway.

she sucked one nipple into her mouth hard, teeth scraping, tongue swirling. her free hand shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough tug. cool air hit your wet folds, and you shivered.

she didn’t give you time to think. two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, deep, stretching, curling right against that spot that made your vision blur.

“fuck. you always so wet for me. even when you swear you done.” her voice vibrated against your skin.

she pumped her fingers faster, thumb circling your clit in tight, rough strokes. your thighs shook around her wrist, dark skin glistening with sweat already.

she added a third finger, and you cried out. the stretch burned so good you felt your walls clench around her.

she pulled her fingers out suddenly, left you empty and aching then stood up and towered over you again.

her eyes were scary in that way that always made your stomach drop. she grabbed your wrist and dragged you toward the bedroom.

you stumbled after her on shaky legs, heart hammering against your ribs.

when you reached the bed, she spun you around and bent you over the edge.

your soft belly pressed into the mattress, ass up and presented like an offering.

kehlani kicked your legs wider. her hands spread your cheeks. she spit once, right on your pussy then she was pushing inside. her dick thick and hot and so fucking long and wide it stole your breath.

she didnt ease in. she slammed in one brutal thrust, buried to the hilt. your walls fluttered around her, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness.

she groaned loud, fingers digging bruises into your wide hips.

“that’s it. take every inch like the greedy slut you are.”

she pulled back slow, almost gentle, then drove back in harder. the slap of her hips against your ass echoed through the room.

your breasts swung heavy beneath you, nipples dragging against the sheets with every punishing thrust.

she fucked you like she was trying to punish you for every day you spent away from her.

you clawed at the sheets, moans spilling out broken and desperate. her pace never slowed. she reached around and rubbed your clit in rough circles.

the pressure built fast, too fast. your orgasm crashed over you so hard your vision whited out, pussy gushing around her dick. she didnt stop, just kept pounding through it, chasing her own high while your body shook and clenched.

when your legs gave out, she flipped you onto your back.

she climbed over you, her dick still rock hard and glistening with your cum. she hooked your thighs over her shoulders and folded you in half, your knees near your ears, belly squished, breasts pressed together.

she sank back into you in one smooth glide, deeper this way, hitting spots that made you sob. her hand wrapped around your throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who was in control.

she stared down at you while she fucked you slow and mean, grinding her hips in circles, making sure you felt every vein, every inch.

your skin flushed hot under her gaze, sweat beading between your breasts.

she leaned down and sucked a mark into the side of your neck, teeth scraping hard enough to leave a bruise.

“you mine,” she growled against your skin. “always been mine. don’t ever forget that shit again.”

you couldn’t answer, not with the way she was grinding against your clit on every thrust.

another orgasm built fast. you came again, harder this time, cumming around her dick.

kehlani cursed low, her thrusts turning erratic. she pulled out suddenly and flipped you onto your stomach again, yanked your hips up so you were on all fours.

she mounted you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair, the other slapping your ass hard enough to sting.

she drove into you fast and deep. the new angle made her hit even deeper. you pushed back against her, meeting every thrust, your ass rippling with the force of it.

she reached under you and pinched your clit, rolled it between her fingers until you were shaking.

kehlani pulled your hair harder, arching your back, making your breasts bounce. she leaned over you, chest pressed to your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder.

she fucked you like an animal, raw and relentless. the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with your broken moans and her low grunts.

you came a third time, vision blurring, body going limp.

she held you up by the hips and kept going, chasing her own release.

when she finally buried deep and came, she flooded you, hot and thick, so much it leaked out around her dick and dripped down your thighs.

she stayed inside you, grinding slow, pushing it deeper like she wanted it to stay.

after a minute, she pulled out. you collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, body spent and trembling. but kehlani wasnt done. she never was.

she rolled you onto your side and slid in behind you, spooned up close, her taller frame curled around your softer one.

one arm banded across your waist, hand possessively cupping your breast, her dick already half hard again, nestled against the curve of your ass.

she kissed the back of your neck, softer this time but still edged with that scary hunger.

her fingers traced lazy circles over your skin, dipping between your legs to play with the mess she left behind. you whimpered, oversensitive, but you didnt pull away. you never could.

“you ain’t leaving me,” she whispered against your skin, voice low and final. “not tonight. not ever.”

she pushed back inside you from behind, slow this time, lazy strokes that dragged against every nerve.

her hand slid down to rub your clit again, gentle but insistent. you rocked back against her, taking her deeper.

the new position let her hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl.

she kept the pace slow, building you up again while her mouth sucked marks into your shoulder.

your fourth orgasm rolled through you like a wave, slow and deep, leaving you boneless.

kehlani followed right after, filling you again. she stayed buried deep, arms locked around you like iron bands, her breath hot against your ear.

she didn’t let you sleep for long.

an hour later, she woke you with her mouth between your legs, tongue fucking into you while her fingers pinched your nipples. you came on her face before you were even fully awake.

then she pulled you on top of her, straddling her hips, your soft belly resting against her abs. she gripped your wide hips and guided you down onto her dick.

“ride me,” she ordered, voice rough with sleep and lust.

you braced your hands on her chest and started moving, slow at first, rolling your hips in deep circles, feeling her stretch you open again.

she watched you with those dark eyes, hands roaming over every curve, squeezing your breasts, slapping your ass when you slowed down.

you picked up speed, bouncing on her dick, tits jiggling heavy with every drop.

kehlani sat up suddenly, wrapped one arm around your waist, and flipped you both so she was on top again.

she pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, fucked you hard into the mattress. the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust.

you wrapped your legs around her waist, heels digging into her back, urging her deeper.

she came inside you one last time, collapsing on top of your softer body, her weight pressed you into the sheets, her dick still twitching inside you.

you lay there panting, bodies slick and tangled, her taller frame completely covering yours.

she kissed your forehead, almost tender, then her hand slid down to squeeze your ass possessively.

“you ain’t going nowhere,” she repeated, voice sleepy but still edged with that toxic edge. “this pussy stays right here with me.”

you didnt argue. not tonight. your body was wrecked, marked, claimed, and some sick part of you loved it. loved the way she wouldnt let go, loved the way she ruined you every single time she came back.

you closed your eyes and let her hold you, her dick still half hard inside you, her arms locked tight around your curves like she would fight the whole world before she ever let you leave again.

the room smelled like sex and her cologne, your dark skin covered in bites and bruises, your thick thighs sticky with her cum.

you drifted off like that, wrapped up in your toxic ex who refused to set you free. and for now, that was exactly where you wanted to be.

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Tucked away in a grand hotel suite just outside of Detroit with your boss’ men standing guard, you still felt exposed, vulnerable. Hearing the low whizzing sound of a keycard in the door froze your breath in your lungs. You focused on the sound of the lock disengaging, the click of the door closing, and the movement of air a single set of footsteps made, their soft swish getting closer until a slim silhouette appeared. Rio. 

Your boss had entered the dim space quietly on purpose, not wanting to wake you if you were sleeping - disappointed to see that you weren’t. Casually standing with his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the bump-out the room had for separating the dining area from the living room where you sat.

Sitting stiff on the couch, you had already lowered your eyes to the floor. You had been working for him long enough to know that even in the near dark, he was scanning the room, taking in the secrets it offered. It was too late to hide that you were sitting in the exact same place as when he left that morning. The living room of the suite was draped in shadows because you hadn’t gathered enough energy to get up and turn on the additional lamps when nightfall hit. The food he had delivered sat uneaten on the coffee table. And if he looked into the master bedroom, he would know that you hadn’t taken a soak in the tub like he suggested, or napped in the perfectly made bed.

The soft click of the light switch he touched seemed too loud - the light, intrusive. His dark eyes, surrounded by even darker eyelashes made you feel…something. And you weren’t ready for that, not yet. You needed to stay numb. Numb was safe. No…numb was control. Without it you’d have to feel the ache in your chest from the screams you hadn’t let out. Or acknowledge how badly your head ached from lack of sleep. Sleep you were avoiding to dodge the nightmares you knew were waiting for you. Your eyes burned from the refusal to cry. Hidden under your clothes, the abrasions and bruises on your body throbbed in time with your heartbeat - unable to heal because there was no rest for your wrecked nervous system. Your body’s ability to function normally was suspended, waiting for the one thing that would allow you to settle and reclaim your peace.

From your peripheral, you tracked Rio’s feet crossing the room on his customary glide. As he stood next to you, you didn’t have to look up at him to know he was taking off his armor - placing his gun, his phones and his watch on the table. After your stillness, his movements seemed to spark the air in the room - low vibrations surrounded him as he sat down and centered himself one body part at a time. His head dipped left and then right. He rolled his shoulders back, extending his arms out, and interlocked his fingers while cracking his neck. With an exhale, his slim form relaxed and spread, taking up more space - but still he was careful not to let any part of him touch you.

Leaning back on the sofa you shared, he interlaced his fingers resting his hands on his stomach, crossing his legs, ankle over knee, swiveling his head your way. Concentrated on you, he pressed his lips together in a firm line. He hated the stiffness in your posture and the blank look on your face, but he also admired it. You were stronger than he’d ever imagined. It was impressve. Your silence was a wall built incredibly thick and tall. Behind it, you protected not only your true self but also any details of what you had personally endured during the 48 hours that you were with them.

The quiet you had found solace in all day, was now unsettling. You didn’t ask it out loud, but the question hung heavy in the air between you just the same…Did you find them?

Over the last five days, Rio had used every connection he had and paid out thousands of dollars for information. Getting you back and revenge were worth every penny. Anger swelled up in Rio’s chest remembering the state you were in when he located you. Your mental detachment, your robotic answers to his questions, the way you wouldn’t let anyone touch you. Looking at the remenants of it on you now made him feel reckless, vindictive. It made him want to go back in time to before he had spent the day exacting savage punishment on the stupidest man in Detroit and his cohorts - just so he could do it all over again.

Even as Rio had washed the evidence of what he had done from his face and hands and changed his clothes, he had wished that he could have extended his time with them. But the news of their retribution had to circulate quickly - a warning to anyone who wanted to try the same betrayal.

Killing them was necessary for business, for his name. Doing it himself? That was personal. That was for you.

The bastards didn’t suffer enough.

With Rio’s eyes going over you, you fought to keep your heart rate even - proud of accomplishing the feat. It was the one thing you had left that was fully under your control, and no one was going to make you tip over the edge - not even him. Not until you felt like it was safe to fall apart. When you felt like your life was yours again.

“You won’t see them again.”

His raspy voice sounded muffled to your ears. You lost the thread of control you had just moments before and your heart rate skyrocketed, pounding painfully in your chest. You turned your head slightly, covertly watching his mouth, needing to hear more. Needing assurance that the men whose faces still grinned and taunted you when you closed your eyes, would never appear from the shadows.   

Silently, Rio reached over and gently traced his thumb over the discolored marks the handcuffs had etched into your wrist. His frown increased feeling the lumpy evidence left behind of their crimes against you.

They definitely didn’t suffer enough.

“No one will see any of them again.”

This time his voice wrapped around you like smoke, burning sage - penetrating your mind, clearing, cleansing. The shuddering breath you sucked in made Rio take the risk of holding your hand in both of his. He trailed his fingertips over your knuckles, allowing you to see that his were swollen and red, and that some had broken skin. Letting you see that he had done the job himself.

It’s done? You thought you said it out loud, but in reality your lips had just fumbled over the letters, your actual voice stayed caught in your throat. The two words forming in your mouth felt foreign but you tried to push them out again. You swallowed to wet your throat before speaking this time.

Your voice was rough from nonuse, and husky from the need to believe him. “It’s done?”  

"What’d I say?”

This time you forced yourself to lift your eyes to his. His tone was firm but his face was void of the self-assured expression that normally resided there.

“I'd never lie to you."

No, he wouldn’t…not about this. 

Taking in an audible breath, you pulled your hand away. The blood pushing through your system felt heavy, slogging, forcing it’s way through your veins. As you allowed your body to come back to life - dizziness crept in and nausea began working your stomach over. You felt the pinpricks of your pores opening and sweat coating the surface of your skin. You gripped the tops of your thighs to try to stop your hands from shaking, biting your lip as hard as you could. You were losing control faster than you expected, faster than you wanted to.

In that moment, you hated knowing how perceptive a man Rio was. You didn’t want him to see what was happening to you - to see your weakness. Feeling his eyes on you, you wanted to get up and close yourself off from him in the other room. To hide, so you could hold your head up high when you went back to work again. You tried to take a steadying breath positioning yourself to get up, needing desperately to break down in private, but you knew your legs weren’t going to hold you now. Your mind was momentarily incapable of the simple task of putting one foot in front of the other. Overwrought, your body could not be trusted to assist you in your escape.

The ticks sounding off from the huge art deco clock on the wall, marked each second passing by. With a noisy, shuddering inhale, your shoulders began to come down from where stress had them locked up unnaturally high. Against your will, relief made the stiffness in your posture weaken. And with your spine no longer supported by fear and rage, you began to sway - slowly tipping toward where his weight dipped the sofa cushion you shared.

And for a moment, Rio put down his position as your boss and opened his arm to make a safe space for you to land against his side.

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from anony chat: Aunty DD I need something from the Trifecta so bad. Idc which one your pick! "I'd never lie to you." 😩I can't wait to see what you do! I love your writing!

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His Lesson

Manny saw you arrive but remained seated at the bar, letting you come to him. Angling himself in his seat to face you, he enjoyed watching you navigate around all the bodies squeezed into the clubhouse. His eyes went over your outfit with appreciation. Tracking your movements had him tucking his bottom lip behind his teeth and slowly releasing it, tilting his head as his fingers traced the shape of the beer bottle he held. Every time someone stopped you to say hello, you could catch a glimpse of him over their shoulder and the slow curling of the corner of his mouth made your lips twitch, pressing down on a secret smile of your own.

When you finally got to him, he stood up, taking your hands to pull you into him. “Hey, mamas,” he rasped out.

You never got a chance to say a word in return. The kiss he greeted you with was smooth but possessive. Longer and deeper than his normal kiss hello, especially considering you were in a packed-out room filled with his brothers and party people. As he ended the kiss, he held you close, his hand still cupping your neck and ear.

Aware of the crush of bodies around you, you darted your eyes to the crowd and back to him. With an embarrassed smile, you pressed your hand into his chest, washed in both a self-conscious heat and a sensual one.

“Manny--”, you started.

“What?” he murmured, his face just centimeters from yours.

The look in his eyes and the gravel in his voice snatched the words from your throat and he was kissing you again. Shamelessly, seductively - releasing a quiet groan into your mouth that made your fingers curl, crumpling his cut in your fists. Cupping your jaw so you could not escape him again, he asked you how you were and if you missed him, as if you could formulate a coherent thought between the soft nudges of his tongue to your lips. You had missed him terribly while you had been visiting your family and his hands trailing up and down your back was making it far worse.

“Let’s go,” you whispered, falling further into his dark eyes.

A ghost of a smile touched his mouth while he traced your lip with his thumb. “Can’t, Reina. We got a visiting charter in the house tonight. It’s gonna be a while before I can just disappear.” His Adam’s apple dipped in a silent chuckle, seeing the disappointment on your face. “Mmm…I know, Bella. We’re gonna have to wait, but listen…” Leaning near your ear, he let his heated rasp slide down the side of your neck, as his hands slid down to lift you up tighter to him by your butt cheeks. “I got you though. I promise you that.”  

Your knees went weak from his dark vow. But across the room, someone chose that moment to call out Manny’s name, and just like that, the spell was broken.

“Be back,” he said, stroking your cheek and pressing another warm kiss on your lips.

When he returned to your side, it only got worse. Or was it better? Truth was, Manny was handsy with you on any given day. But not seeing you for almost a week turned him into an octopus. There was no escaping his touch - teasing, possessive, needy. As the night went on, he held conversations while tracing your waist, playing with your hair, and laying his long ass arm around your shoulders so he could trail his fingers over the tops of your breasts.  

Every time you playfully pushed him away, he tugged you right back to him. His hands took up permanent residence on your ass, occasionally following the seam of your jeans between your butt cheeks. His errant fingertips dipping as low as he could get away with without having you pinch him to remind him you were still in public. At one point, he had turned your body just enough to hide how he was palming your breast and toying with your nipple from the room, while silencing your protesting lips with an innocent-looking kiss.

“Manny, stooooop,” you whined, trying to peel his wandering hand off of you once again. Your core was beginning to ache from his constant teasing attention.

Letting loose a rumbling chuckle, he dipped his knees, grazing his lips and stubble up your neck to your ear. “What, mamas? Thought you said you missed me.” 

Oh my God, you thought, shrinking away, ducking your chin down to suppress the spray of tingles his move released all over your body. “You know I did…but you’re being mean.”

Looking down at you, he wet his lips, giving you three slow blinks. “Ion know what you’re talkin’ about.”

Frowning, you wanted to fuss at him but the smoky look he was giving you had you melting instead and he knew it. Sucking your teeth at him, you flopped your head into his chest, whining, “Yes, you doooo.”

His deep laugh made you smile, too, and he wrapped his arms around you again, wiggling you to make you look up at him. “C’mon, now. I ain’t mean. Since when is it ‘mean’ to touch you? Hm?” Running his hand slowly up and down your back, he continued, raising his eyebrows. “Is this hurting you? Huh?”

You rolled your eyes, pressing your lips down on your smile, not wanting to give him an inch.

“No?” Giving your waistline a squeeze, he trailed his fingertips up your side to cup your face. “How about this?”

Standing up straight with his arms low and loose around your waist, he gave you a sultry smile. His eyes sparkled with devilment. “That sounded like somethin’, bella…but it wasn’t pain.”

He wet his lips, leaning in, then denied you the kiss you expected. Instead, he floated his lips down to your neck, opening his mouth wide and sucking hard on your tender skin. Oooooh shit. It was your well-known weakness. Your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth watered and a moan escaped, mixing with his low chuckle vibrating against your throat. He let go to flick his tongue on the tender spot he created and switched sides of your neck, biting down and sucking to his heart’s content. The noise of the clubhouse dissipated as he increased the suction, sending rolls of pleasure through you. You gripped his back as your kitty pulsed and neither of you had to check to know you were leaking through to your panties at that point.

Embarrased by the reaction he had just elicited from you, you buried your face in his cut and giggled out, “I hate you.”

His name being called again was the only thing that saved you from getting more of his torment. Watching him leave you once again, you ached for him, unable to stop the flutter and clutch deep within. Free to move around the room as you pleased, you hoped chatting it up with some of the women you knew would shake off the lingering feeling of his lips. And hands. And tongue flicks. Lawd, nothing was helping. Distracted from the conversation around you, you started fanning yourself to calm down, when it hit you. Two can play this game. Excusing yourself, you headed for the bathroom to level the playing field.

0.o.0.o.0

When you found Manny, he was sitting at a table with a couple you didn’t know, Canche and Otero. Manny smile was angelic, happy to see you and offering you his lap. Sitting down carefully, you greeted everyone, not really wanting to join the conversation. As soon as you were settled, he placed his hand high up on your thigh, sneaking a swipe over your sensitive vee with his thumb, making you twitch before you crossed your legs. Manny’s devilish side was showing once again; he purposely kept his attention on the speaker, pretending not to feel your eyes on him. His cheeks were raised a little too high for it to be just because of an amusing story.

Oh, it’s like that? Game on.  

“Were you looking for me?” You adjusted in his lap and he squeezed your thigh as you kissed his cheek warmly. Pulling back, you glanced at his cheek, wincing, you apologized, “Sorry, babe. I got you.”

Smiling casually, you wiped your lip gloss from his cheek with your thumb, letting your index and middle fingers linger under his nose. It only took a second for Manny’s lips to part in disbelief as the familiar scent hit him. Pussy. Your pussy. His pussy. 

His eyes snapped up to yours, silently questioning. The fuck? 

Your face was a picture of innocence. You blinked twice, your expression questioning his - then you smiled, cracking your gum, arching an eyebrow playfully. What?

Are you serious? Manny’s eyebrows flashed, bouncing together in a quick frown, not wanting to call attention to the silent communication you were having.

You ran your fingernails over his sparse beard, the joy in your eyes contradicted the daring game you were playing with him. Letting him get another good whiff, you leaned to whisper, “I told you to stop playing with me.”

“Sooo, what?” His eyes darted toward the other people at the table and back to you. “You handled it by yourself?”

You held his gaze, tracing his neck tattoo. Denying him your answer just long enough for his frown to flash across his face again, urging you to answer. “What else could I do?” You shrugged, shifting to get up, but Manny was not having it. His hold on you tightened enough to keep you right where you were.

“Aye.” He gave you a quick squeeze, his dark eyes demanding the truth. “For real?” 

With a smile, you pushed him further by peeling his hand from your leg, softly imprinting your next words on his jaw with your lips. "I'd never lie to you."

Pulling back, you looked him in the eye and put that same lust-scented finger in your mouth, using it to swirl your gum. Then, taking the entire digit in, you closed your lips around it. Drawing it out slowly, releasing it with a quiet pop. The other people at the table were forgotten as you licked your lips clean, holding his stare with one of your own until you saw the tips of his ears begin to color.

Manny gave the table a quick glance. “Let’s go,” he rasped out, quietly.

“Where? Outside?” Your questions came out sultry, pulling him in. “Now?”

His dark eyes turned smoky, and he wet his lips. “Yeah.”

“Mmmm.” Leaning closer, you cupped his jaw as if to kiss him, hovering. Your soft smile spread into a grin before you delivered the final blow. “I don’ really need to now, babe.”

Taking advantage of his surprise, you quickly jumped up, crafty in offering to get more drinks for the table. Manny’s eyes glittered, challenging your win. Knowing he was still watching, you put a little extra swing in your hips as you walked away. Lucky for you, or maybe not so lucky, the throb in his lap kept him from getting up and marching you out the door like he wanted to.  

Waiting for your order, you caught a peek at Manny over your shoulder. Through the room’s smoky air, you could see the dangerous shine in his eyes. A sneaky smile crept up on your lips, imagining how your little lie was going to make for a very wild night later. You were definitely going to pay a delicious price, but for now, he deserved to think he had missed out.

Smart as he was, the Mayan still had lessons to learn about women.

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jealous type. / jey uso

gif cred: @punksrhea

pairing: jey uso x black fem!reader

word count: 15k+ (idek i just see him and get inspired, lowkey blacked out)

warning: smut!!! MDNI. (for the love of god)

description: when you tell jey about a potential storyline with you and the scottish warrior, he gets a little out of character…

“I think Hunter is gonna have me start doing a thing with Drew, I dunno.”

You say this nonchalantly, flippantly, as you scroll through texts from your aforementioned boss, both of you spitballing potential ideas for a future storyline involving you, five years deep into your career and in need of a refresh.

Coming off of an injury is the perfect excuse for a revamp, showing a side to your character that the audience hasn’t seen before. Perhaps there’s something to this…

“Man, what thing?”

It’s the tone in which the question is being posed that has you lifting your eyes from the screen, the dull light illuminating your glossed lips as you raise a perfectly arched brow. “Like, maybe, something along the lines of a partnership.”

Jey Uso stands before you, unimpressed frown on his face as he shakes his head. The wild curls of that infamous mullet of his flinging with a boyish charm that warms your heart.

You two have been good friends, best friends, for a few years now—really almost ever since you debuted on the Raw roster—and by this point, it was not a surprising sight to see the both of you like this, sequestered in a dark, quiet spot of whichever arena was housing the latest live show.

He was always so easy to talk to, and fun to hang with. You remember being so damn scared finally being pushed into the spotlight with the biggest names of them all and expected to compete with them, but Jey had been there since day one. His deep voice and easy grin a balm on your nerves and a battery in your back. At this point, he was rivaling your own family for being your biggest cheerleader. He was damn sure the most reliable support system at work and beyond.

Even though you’d been adamant that Jey did not, under any circumstance, come visit while you were on the mend and instead lock in at work, there was not a single day—hell, maybe even hour—that he wasn’t calling, texting, DM’ing to keep in touch with you. The recovery process was overall steady but hurt like a bitch, and even though Jey respected your wishes to stay away, his love and support as you got through it never faded.

It’s a struggle to think what this all would feel like without him…

“You and…Drew?” You nod succinctly, wondering at the disgusted pull of his face. “Man, hell naw.”

And did you dare to think that he was your biggest cheerleader just a moment ago?

It stops you up short, his surprising disapproval. A spark of fear lights up inside your chest. Jey always supported anything that was for the betterment of your career—what was this?

Dropping your hand, you stand up straighter now. Your crossed arms versus the hands on his hips. The posture screams incoming fight. Harmless bickering is one thing but you guys don’t argue.

“What? Why not?” You, more defensive than you want to be. Showing your hand too early. Just basically shoving your hurt in his face. “You don’t think I could pull it off?”

Jey shoves off your rising insecurities by shrugging, which has your chest twisting in a weird way. Your cheeks are getting warm now under your perfectly set blush. Your nose itches as you all but glare up at him through your lashes.

“Baby, it just don’t sound right—not to mention, it wouldn’t look right either.”

It’s blunt—too blunt—but Jey has never withheld his feelings with you, nor anyone. A trait of his that you always admired, and a complete opposite to the way you sat on your thoughts and feelings most times. But, of course, Jey was good at making you open up and express yourself without abandon. There was hardly anything in the world you didn't tell him.

Which is why you thought nothing of this and was confident in sharing it before it could potentially take off. But the things he’s saying don’t sit well with you at all.

Look right? What the hell?

“Now, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Jey?”

Jey barely flinches at your profanity but he’s not one to shy away from confrontation. If anything, he rises to it, a stank look in his eye. Not exactly directed at you—even through your rising irritation you can see that—but he does seem extremely annoyed overall.

“Girl,” he kisses his teeth, “Drew is a big ass Scottish muhfucka. What the hell he know about you?”

You, as in not exactly small by any means—hips wide, ass homegrown and toned legs that go on for days and definitely not Scottish. Safe to say, you and Drew McIntyre are total physical opposites. His pale skin and your milky brown complexion. Your wide chocolate eyes and his narrow icy blue ones.

So, what?

If Hunter and the rest of creative thought something could come from a duo with the Scottish Warrior, who were you not to give it a shot? Aligning with him would be one of the more interesting things you’d done since returning two months ago from your recovery off of a broken elbow.

You couldn’t believe Jey wasn’t seeing it.

“Are you serious right now?” If your face wasn’t beat right now, you’d be scrubbing it in frustration. “Are you forgetting that you had a little thing with Rhea? Yall couldn’t be more opposite!”

Jey and Rhea had your utmost support when creative got the exciting idea to try their hand at something between their characters. Two of the biggest stars in the company, beloved by the crowd. It was a no-brainer, even if it did fizzle out in the end.

But Jey clearly isn’t trying to hear you. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah but she’s Mami and I’m the Main Event,” he boasts, gesturing to himself, “it was gon’ be fire no matter what!”

And just then something hits you, with startling clarity. You are now truly, deeply offended.

“Wait—are you saying that I’m not a big enough star? Because we all know Drew is!”

The accusation is nasty but it sounds true to your ears. Still in your twenties—even though it’s late twenties now—everyone tends to treat you like the locker room little sister.

To be looked after and cooed over, even if you put your body on the line show after show. Even if you perform and entertain to the highest of standards. It’s not unappreciated by you, though, just a little irking sometimes.

Jey makes the souring mood starting to develop no better because has the nerve to laugh. “Now you know I ain’t said that,” he grins, as if you’re ridiculous. “I’m just saying I don’t see it, personally.”

“Well, maybe I do. Hunter does, and so does Drew.” You say this through clenched teeth, waving your phone in his face. “I’ve been talking with them about this for days. It’s going somewhere!”

Jey pauses, eyes dropping to the phone in your hand, the open display highlighting the blue and grey message bubbles, how long they are. Takes in the way your eyes instantly shift to the screen as the phone dings with another text.

Then he goes quiet for a while.

You scoff at him before responding to the text, trying to shake this off because even if he was pissing you off, it didn’t feel good to be doing this with him.

Just as your message goes through does Jey finally speak up again, a touch quieter. “Y’all be talking?”

And you know he means Drew, because of course you have correspondence with the boss—just about everyone does.

“I mean, yeah. This thing could really happen, not to mention he’s kinda cool. Funny, even.”

Another ding. Another lengthy grey bubble. Jey can see it, leans a bit more into your space to peer down at the phone. He can even see Drew’s contact name, how it has an actual emoji beside it.

If you weren’t replying with haste to Drew’s message, you’d be able to catch the way Jey’s entire face shifts into something dark and ugly. The way he stills at the sound of your breathy laugh.

He’s quick to fix his face when you lock your phone, still amused by whatever the fuck Drew said. But there is a heavy quiet surrounding him. One he cloaks himself in when’s trying to rein it in, keep his temper under check and controlled. Had you not been too busy with Drew, you would’ve picked up on that.

However you only sigh, lazily shifting your focus back onto him, tossing him a look through those mink lashes. A dismissal, he wonders?

“Look, Jey, I really don’t know why you giving me a hard time about this one. You’ve been so cool about literally everything else. What’s one little romance?”

Romance. You never said anything about romance.

Jey scoffs, the sound ugly even to his own ears. “Yeah aight, have fun witcho new lil’ boyfriend. Just know he be fuckin’ on half the women’s roster.”

You blink, almost cartoonishly, a few times in rapid succession as you try to take in what he said. A strange swirl of emotion hits you, then. Too confusing for you to even process. His tone. His snarl. Hell, even his stance.

What the fuck…?

You wrench your head back, hands raised because you just don’t know what to do with this. “You know what, Joshua,” and the serious use of his name—which you rarely call him—has him rearing his own head back, “I’mma just go because this is weird and something is off here. Talk to me when you wanna be my friend that has sense again.”

Before he can utter a breath in response, you’re spinning on your heels and striding down the shadowy hallway away from him. And no matter how far you go, his words still follow you, his resentment echoing in your brain.

Why the fuck would you even care about who Drew is or isn’t fucking? Why is that something he would even bring up? How was it relevant at all to what you were telling him?

You don’t have an answer to this but Rhea certainly does later and what she tells you has you all but yelling, “get the fuck outta here! Stop playing!”

She does not, in fact, stop playing. She only just stares at you with this knowing look on her face. How dare she look so certain after saying something so ridiculous?

You laugh in the midst of lacing up your boots for the night. “Rhea, sometimes I forget how funny you can be,” you snort again as you move from one boot to the other, “but, girl, you are downright hilarious. Jey is not jealous.”

“What? I’m not joking—everyone knows how he is when it comes to you. And I love my boy,” she proclaims with a solemn hand to her chest, “and I don’t wanna out him but it’s fairly obvious why he’s so mad.”

You ignore that, standing up and moving to your bag, fiddling with—well, you don’t even know. You just need to do something with your hands.

“Oh, yeah? And who’s everyone?”

“Me and Liv were just talking about you two.” Go figure—they talk about everyone. Still, not a big deal. “We saw you, holding hands.” Jey’s a touchy person. You, less so, but with him it’s second nature. What’s holding hands, a hug, between two people who cared for each other? “It was cute that he was holding your purse on the way in, too.”

You shrug at that, at the smirk on her face, trying to appear unaffected—this was the last thing you needed before your match—even if your stomach is starting to go haywire. Pre-matches jitters, to be sure.

“He always does that, nothing new.” Which, yeah, him carrying your bag whether it be a small handbag or one of your, in his words, big ass totebags was just a credit to him being raised to be a gentleman, obviously. “We came here together, so what?”

Rhea is relentless, though. Trying to prove some point. “That’s another thing!” she crows excitedly. “You guys travel everywhere together. You mean to tell me you never felt the tension in that tiny little Kia Soul?”

“Don’t you talk about my car, she’s small but mighty—and brand new.”

You won’t tell her who you brought along car shopping that day. Who went over all the details whether it be mechanical or financial with the dealership. Who ensured that you got exactly what you wanted, even if he hated the car itself.

Hell, you’re certain if you allowed it when he initially asked, he would’ve paid for the damn thing.

“Babe, you know how I feel and how anyone with eyes should feel about those fucking travesties.”

You mock scowl at her but forgo defending your choice of vehicle any further—haters gon’ hate. “Okay, so you’re basically telling me that you and Liv gossip over fake news and fairytales. Big deal.”

“Jimmy said as much too! His own twin!”

Which you do not find surprising in the least. “Jim is just as bad as the girls. He’s always trying to get the tea.”

“And spill it. He told us that Jey’s ex has been trying to get back in the picture and that while usually he’d be all for it, he basically told her to kick rocks,” Rhea shares wickedly.

Now this, you did not know. And Rhea can tell because when you freeze and turn to face her again, her black painted lips are stretched wide in a grin that can only be described as shiteating.

“Mina hit him up again?”

Rhea nods, still cheesing.

Oh, Mina…

Beautiful. Successful career in sports journalism. Well off. Fit. And crazy as hell.

Jey hadn’t brought her up in a while, now that you think about it, but usually that was a sign of him entertaining her again. You learned early on in your friendship that it was best not to get involved when they were on. It’s not like Jey ever listened—whether it be you or his own family. No use in beating a dead horse.

“But he’s crazy about her…”

A fact you quietly bemoaned once or twice. Jey and his damn dating life was just as entertaining as any live show, and a total train wreck. There’d be many nights when he would ask you so, I was in the wrong? (usually, yes) or text you a long ass paragraph describing Mina’s latest antics—his ass being thrown out again for whatever she deemed him guilty of doing or her cussing him out in public without shame.

You’re sort of embarrassed to know even you had been responsible for some of her blow-up’s at Jey.

Even if you felt her and Jey weren’t a match by any means, Mina had a charm to her that inspired you to try to befriend her. Each time fell flat, though. The woman just did not fuck with you, period.

“Was crazy about her. Hasn’t been for a long while, so I’ve heard. Hm, I wonder why…” Rhea trails off, lips puckered to the side. Trying to appear innocent as if she’s not just full of surprises for you tonight.

You shake your head. All of this being too much. Your phone dings with two messages simultaneously and you feel a wave of relief to not have to keep this conversation going for the split second it takes to see that one’s from Drew asking about your dinner plans for tonight and if you'd like to carry the conversation further—yes, you respond quickly, just pick the spot and i’ll come—and another is from Jey and that’s he’s so sorry and can you guys just talk?

“I bet that’s him.”

You blow out a frustrated sigh before shoving the phone into your bag and going into deep stretches in the next breath.

This is all bullshit. None of this matters because none of it is true. You know Jey better than most people, if he harbored any sort of feelings for you it wouldn’t be hard to tell.

…At least, you think.

“If you’re tryna throw me off my game so I don’t whoop yo’ ass tonight, this is a good attempt.”

Rhea laughs, getting to her feet before shouldering her gleaming championship gold. You eye it thoughtfully.

If this Drew thing took off, could it possibly mean being lined up for another title shot? Gold came into your hands twice now, once through winning in an upset against Becky and another after challenging Bianca.

You’ve been on a string of matches/encounters with or against Rhea ever since coming back, and the reception to it all has been fairly positive. There’s no denying how fruitful it’s been to work with her. Perhaps it could turn into the most gratifying of fortunes?

It would be nice…

The other woman notices your focus, her trail to the door stopped short. “Uh oh, you gunning after me now? I promise not to keep teasing you about your boyfriend.”

“He’s not my—”

But the protest falls flat as she just laughs again and departs, leaving just you, the empty locker room and your muddled brain.

Like a lost little puppy, you trudge over and slump down into one of the cubby holes, blowing a stray bang out of your eyes.

Why would she even say that? You came to her to rant in confidence and hopefully have her back you up—not to have her laugh in your face and blatantly tell you that Jey was jealous.

That he, in her crazy words, has the hots for you.

Now, look, you aren’t blind.

Jey is…well, Jey.

Fine as hell. Talented. Funny. Charming. Older. A grown man unlike the “men” your age that still seemed to be catching up to you.

To be honest, you genuinely might’ve only thought about him in ways friends shouldn’t think of each other a couple of times. Moments of weakness, of desperate selfishness on nights when the hotels felt cold and lonely, the car rides long and unending, the flights nonstop and draining.

And maybe when you were in the ring sometimes. When you took a harder bump than expected and it felt like you never knew how to breathe at all, knowing he was most likely worrying. You wondered if he felt pride when you went all in on a promo and the crowd was alive and hanging onto every word, that you wanted to do good just to show him.

In a way, deep down, you know that you crave his attention. That you love when he calls you his favorite girl and always attaches himself to you whenever he can. It’s thrilling to be known as best friends because that simply means that you have some sort of ownership over him, and he with you.

But why did it feel so good to be in his proximity and him in yours?

It isn’t his star power you crave. Funnily enough, your paths barely crossed in the ring. So, it’s not like you were trying to gain favor through his fame. How far you’ve come, no matter who your support system was, has been off your own strength and willpower.

Maybe it’s just due to him being so good to you. You don't know about him having the hots for you, or whatever, but you do know that Jey cares for you.

Anything you need is addressed and handled often before you can get to it yourself. Many times you never even have to say but he tends to be attuned to your wants, needs and fanciful little whims and provided whatever it was that you desired.

Your checks hadn’t been nothing to sneeze at since making it onto the main roster but Jey didn’t care. When it comes to money, it was near useless to protest him spending his on you.

But it’s not even about the money—that is the last thing that matters as far as Jey is concerned. He understands your life. What you do, why you do it. The hunger you have to succeed. He knows the ups and downs of being a pro-wrestler all too well, and how refreshing is it to be with someone like that?

Someone that, despite his many years of experience over your still budding career, feels like an equal.

Goosebumps rise and with them a buzz along the entirety of your skin. An understanding of what this is in reach as you slowly crawl to it.

But you’re still in disbelief, and none of this will feel real until you talk to him. You’re just not sure if you want to.

—————

As promised, you do whoop Rhea’s ass and the crowd had been roaring at the chemistry between you two as you fought and scraped in the ring with each other yet again. Coming off of the win is a nice little high, just what you need to push through the rest of the night and confront whatever would unfold.

“Yo, killer, great match,” comes the praise from none other than The Tribal Chief, his fist outstretched to you in the midst of gorilla.

With an appreciative smile, you knock knuckles with him, chest still heaving with exhaustion as the adrenaline shoots throughout your sweat-slick body.

“Thanks—didn’t know you were watching.”

Roman shrugs, tall and strong, radiating silent power even just standing still. “I catch most of your stuff.”

News to you and nice to hear. You’d be slightly embarrassed to tell him just how often you studied his matches.

“What’s this I hear about you and Drew?”

The question is posed more quietly and after he nods for you to step to the side into a darker, isolated corner with him away from the hub of the blue-lit monitors and gaggle of overseers.

You’re surprised at the genuine concern in his eyes, in the furrow of his brow. He’s no stranger to you, but he’s not as close a friend like his cousins are, though there is a mutual fondness.

And, honestly, if he didn’t look so concerned you’d feel more annoyed, but then you also feel partially bad—did Jey come to him in confidence like you had Rhea? Was he upset?

“Just ideas being thrown around,” you try to come off as casually as you can, forcing yourself to not look away and meet his steady gaze. “Ways to bring in a new dynamic, I guess.”

Roman hums, eyes drifting off contemplatively, before he flat out states, “you don’t need Drew for that, though. If anything, you really don’t need anyone for that. You’re solid. If you do truly wanna go the romance route, though—and with a real star, mind you—it’s crazy creative ain’t consider Jey.”

Two things: the way he says Drew’s name as if he thought of him in the same realm as an insect was more amusing than it had any right to be, and the unflinchingly honest opinion that Jey would be a better option.

“Oh, um…” And you really don’t know what to say to that, to the twist and turns of your gut.

Roman is highly intuitive, though, and takes the wide-eyed hesitation as permission to further state his case. “I mean, look, I know y’all are close and maybe it’d be too weird for you, but Drew is definitely not the draw.” His eyes are wide as he gestures, clearly amused by Drew, in general.

“At least with Jey you’d be working closely with someone you know, someone you trust and there’s nothing better than that, believe me.”

You don’t know why but you feel the need to debate, to ask: “What’s so bad about Drew, anyway? He seems nice.”

“Yeah, I bet he does—and don’t get me wrong I enjoyed sonning his ass time and time again but I can’t imagine what a man like him could possibly offer you. And imagine this: you and Jey do a tag thing, romance, whatever and it’s hot? Gets you into the mix with us, with the Bloodline. We could use a fresh face around…”

What an odd thing, to see Roman Reigns so impassioned over hypotheticals that involve you. You wonder if Jey thinks the same but it seems obvious. He usually believes in his cousin’s vision for anything concerning the Bloodline.

And it is slightly flattering to be considered for such a thing.

You huff a laugh through your nose. The grind truly never stops with this family. “Feels like you tryna recruit me, and here I thought you were here on account of your cousin’s feelings.”

Roman shrugs. “I mean, I kinda am but it also really ain’t my business. I know y’all are gonna be good, even if he’s looking all sad and shit.”

Sad?

You crane your neck around, involuntarily searching before you can catch yourself. “Any idea where he is?”

And you quickly realize that’s a stupid question, you look at the clock on the wall and roll your eyes—he should be approaching gorilla any second now to meet Roman before they went out for the show’s final segment.

“Nevermind—look I gotta go, got plans,” and you carefully choose not to mention your future dinner companion, “but I’ll think about what you said.”

Roman nods, watching as you move quicker than expected after taking such hard bumps from Rhea, but you are keen to get out there and just get on with your night. You’re not avoiding anyone nor are you shifting your eyes around in fear of crossing paths with anyone, either.

Before you can fully disappear into the shadows, Roman calls out to you: “Aye, you still coming to the spot after!?”

And damn, you forgot about that. Roman can tell, too, because he looks highly amused at the guilty look on your face once you turn around. “Wow…forgot my birthday, huh.”

“Of course, I didn’t.” Not technically, anyway—just in the moment. With your un-ending thoughts. You even got a gift for him, tucked away in your bag. “Happy birthday, Ro,” and it’d be bad of you to not crawl back and give him a hug, so you do.

“Totally gonna be there after dinner,” you promise, pulling back but not too far with the arm he has slung around your shoulder.

Roman peers down on you, almost like he has something he wants to ask you but refrains for your comfort. In short, he just says, “I’ll be waitin’. Now, go on,” and nods towards the exit.

Grateful, you slink from his grasp and shyly wave bye before actually leaving gorilla this time.

It makes no sense how wired up you are now. You really hadn’t planned on doing much tonight but now it’s looking like you’re all booked up. Which is good, because it affords you to pay less attention to the roar of the crowd when Roman’s music hits, knowing who's gonna be by his side as he walks out.

Thankfully, no one is around when you come back to the locker room to watch you hastily unzip your bag and anxiously grab your phone. Only an address from Drew and nothing else worth noting.

You remember you were supposed to go to Roman’s birthday party with Jey, but now that doesn’t even feel like an option. He’ll most likely be showing up with Jim and Roman himself now. But the silence is as much as addling as the idea of a response.

I don’t have time for this, you succinctly tell yourself and go through the motions of packing your shit up and getting back to tonight’s hotel.

Getting ready takes a bit longer due to your plan of going straight to the club hosting the birthday festivities rather than just back to your room. But it’s worth it because you just know you put that shit on.

Face beat and hair curled perfectly. Giuseppe heels and blood-red vintage Hervé Leger bandage dress that hugs your body just right. With a fly ass Chanel bag to boot.

Look, this is the Tribal Chief’s birthday—no way are you going to half-step.

Dinner with Drew goes by pretty quick and pleasantly. He’s funny with that Scottish charm and nice to talk to. He doesn’t pressure you into deciding if you truly want to try the new angle with him but has many ideas to share that you expand upon yourself. He even picks up the entire tab with not a single thought and asks if you’re going to the party, whether you’d wanna ride together.

You utimately decide against that—Jey’s stupid, irrevlevant he be fuckin on the half the women’s roster in the back of your brain—but say yes to trailing his car through the city streets and walking in together, because why not?

The club is one of the more up-scale clubs you’ve ever stepped foot in and Drew makes a show of whistling at the grandeur of the place, how it’s all decked out for Roman Reigns.

It’s not surprising that basically the entire roster and crew is here. Say what you want about the character he portrays, Roman is loved by the company and respected by its workers.

“This place is crazy,” Drew scoffs, shaking his head. “Anything for the Tribal Chief, eh?”

You wonder at the underlying bitter in his tone, why he even actually came. From Jey to Roman, it doesn’t seem like there’s much fondness between any of them.

You shrug, gift in hand. “He’s earned it. Speaking of him, I gotta find him and give him this,” you shake the ribbon-wrapped box at the Scotsman, yelling over the pounding music as you step further into the lights, “I’ll find you later!”

Drew nods, eyes trailing you as you envelop yourself into the party. Immediately, you’re accosted by all sorts of shouts and hugs, trying to move deeper into the club.

“I thought you weren’t coming!” Bayley, as she scoops you into a crushing hug.

“Nooo, she was. She just had to finish her dinner date with Drewww. See, they even came in together and he’s watching her.” Liv, grinning evilly with a straw between her teeth.

“Ohhh shit, sis, I ain’t know you got down with the milk!” Je’von, his eyes shifting back and forth before hugging you next. For his comment, you poke him hard with your nails in his side, to which he cries out, “my bad, my bad, my bad!”

“Uce bouta be hella mad...” Montez, sharing looks with Rhea and Angelo.

You suck your teeth, pushing past them to scan for the man of the hour. Unsurprisingly, you find him sequestered with his cousins, and more cousins, in a dark section some feet away. Inwardly, you snort as you think about how this is his night and he’s barely interacting with the people here for him.

“Can y’all shut up and move out the damn way?”

Montez raises his hands up as in surrender and steps to the side. When you stalk by, Rhea says nothing but her eyes say too much as she looks between you and the section.

You’re too sober for this shit, which you don’t realize you say out loud but you must’ve because immediately Liv is yelling for shots! and, magically, Dom appears with a tray of foreboding shot glasses, filled to the brim.

“Let’s goooo!”

You take another look at the section, who’s in it, before happily accepting a glass as Dom brandishes the tray towards you. “Tequila?”

“The only way!” Dirty Dom shouts, grinning in that mischievous way of his. “You gonna need two, girl—get another!”

You start to protest but then they start chanting—double shot, double shot—and it’s, like, well…mama ain’t raise no bitch.

The first shot goes down nice and smooth, everyone around joining you and whooping crazy after. But then you’re alone for the second, eyeing the glass between your fingertips warily. Just as you think you’ll have to take it alone, Drew reappears, his huge body sliding just a little too close behind you as he plucks a glass off the tray, but you like him enough so it’s fine.

“What are we cheers’ing to?” He asks you specifically, and it doesn’t take long for you to shout almost as loud as the bass, “to the OTC!”

Everyone cheers and laughs as you and Drew throw back the shots and you pull a face at doing two back-to-back. Dom disappears into the crowd, probably returning the tray and glasses, making way for Becky to slide into the small little circle that’s been made.

Immediately, she’s smiling, her eyes wide as she notices you and you're just as delighted to return the hug she’s wrapping you up in. Becky’s cool—you’ve always liked working with and talking to her.

“Oh my gosh, girl, you look stunnin’!” Her accent is more pronounced and when you pull back, you notice that glassy look in her eye as she gives you the once-over. But you’re starting to feel warm yourself and less nervous than before, so you repay the compliment loudly. “Oh pssshhh, everyone here looks like chopped liver next to ya—this dress is perfect on you!”

“And I had the pleasure of sharing dinner with such a fine lady this evening,” Drew brags, looking high and mighty.

Becky makes a sound of affront. “Ya lucky bastard—Uce’s gonna have you for that!”

You frown while everyone laughs, all of them in on some joke that you aren’t. Did they all share the same opinion as Rhea?

“I’ll take Jey down,” Drew boasts jokingly—you think—before slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders, “don’t care.”

Liv gives you a look, eyes wide before gesturing behind her with her head, towards that section. You look, simultaneously noticing the newly vacant spot on Roman’s right and the man now pushing through the crowd. Coming closer and closer.

Fuck.

“Aye, man, hate to do this to you and everything,” you’re slightly horrified as Jey shoulders in, past a knowing Rhea, and leans forward to grasp your arm, pulling you away from the burly Scotsman and into his side, “but she’s needed over here with me, uce. C’mon, baby.”

You truly hate that the first thing you notice, other than the blatant irritation in his eyes, is how good he smells and how warm his body is next to yours. And, strangely, you missed him.

Only a few hours, in which he was responsible for making you anxious and confused and overall upset, but you missed him.

“Why?” Drew dares to challenge, something tense building here that you did not like. “To say happy birthday? She already did. She told me—over dinner.”

And, ew.

Jey might’ve upset you earlier and you still don’t know exactly what you’re feeling, but you know you don’t like Drew’s tone as he speaks to him. You don’t overly care for how Montez and Angelo make a yikes face to each other, or how Liv says uh-oh under her breath.

Jey doesn’t care for it either because he actually looks two seconds from flipping this damn club upside down if Drew implies anything else. And the last thing you want is for Jey to get active. Because, trust, he’ll get active.

“You know what,” you cut in with a false smile, moving closer into Jey’s side, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist, “we’re actually gonna go so I can give my gift to Roman. Y’all done held me up too long, anyways.”

“Yeah that’s probably for the best,” Bayley says diplomatically, suspiciously maneuvering her body between a jaw-clenching Jey and a smug Drew. “Have fun, guys.”

Not much more needs to be said after that. Jey is quick to whip your bodies around, arm still firmly around you, hand on your stomach as he steers you towards the VIP section—the touch truly nothing new but, tonight, it feels…

“Fuck he meant by dinner?” And it’s said with such a tone of disgust that you cannot help but to laugh, further pissing him off. You don’t wanna piss him off. It’s just—is he serious? “Oh, okay—yeah it’s funny. We gon’ talk about this shit.”

But not any time soon because as soon as you start heading up the tiny amount of stairs into VIP, you hear, “Oh shit, now! They lettin’ baddies into the section!”

“Man, shut the hell up,” Jey scowls at his twin, letting you go in favor of plopping back down in his original seat.

You roll your eyes at his attitude before grinning back at Jimmy, arms wide out for a hug. “Jimmmm! How are you?”

“Man, I’m good—got Big Uce out with us for once.” He jabs a thumb over to Big Uce. “You know his ass a damn hermit.”

Roman, from where he’s been sat in the center like a king presiding over his court, echoes Jey’s earlier statement. “Shut up.”

You chuckle at their antics, pulling back to reveal your present to the birthday boy. He looks genuinely surprised, “oh, so you didn’t forget.”

“Of course, I ain’t forget.” You watch with eager eyes as he takes it. “Now, come on, open it.”

Roman shakes his head, smiling as his fingers undo the bow. “You didn’t have to,” he laughs when you, hands on you hips, give a yes, I did look, “but I appreciate it.”

“That’s better,” you tell him, stepping further in to shoo Jey over.

He smacks his lips but does so, anyway. You take in the hard line of his jaw, how hard he’s clenching his teeth. You don’t know what comes over you but you whisper don’t be like that before raising a hand to smooth over his jaw. He relaxes but only a little, side-eyeing you for a moment that seems to linger before sliding his gaze over to his cousin.

The wide stretch of Roman’s grin has you smiling too as he opens the box to reveal a very nice, very expensive watch. “I know how much you love ‘em, so here’s another for your collection.”

“And I helped her pick, too.” Jey pipes up by your side. “So really you should thank me.”

You roll your eyes. “Boy, no you didn’t. You was looking at some bullshit actually.” Jey, predictably, smacks his lips at the sound of Jimmy’s cackle. “I have good taste.”

Roman chuckles, still appraising his newest timepiece, whistling in appreciation at the way the diamonds dance under the blue lights. “You sure do—this is fire,” he nods in approval before smiling your way, “and this ain’t cheap, too. Thank you.”

“Anything for family,” you say now, shyly shrugging, a little tipsy from the shots, warm with Jey’s body heat bleeding into your skin.

And Roman’s eyes grow warmer at that, a quiet fondness there that he only does look at those he deems family with. A step up in your relationship.

“You hear that, uce?” Jimmy nods over to Jey, eyes wide with secret meaning that’s slowly starting not to feel so secret. “She family.”

You look over your shoulder but now his shades are on and he says nothing, just nods impassively. Roman is standing when you turn back, stomach twisting, pouring a drink which he hands off to you.

“Now, that’s something we gotta toast to.” His words make you, and all his cousins, come to your feet. He raises his glass, everyone in the section following suit. “To The Bloodline! To family!”

“To family!” Everyone cries in unison. Roman leans forward to clink your glasses together, signaling you to drink the dark liquid with him.

It burns going down but it’s good. One of Roman’s younger cousins you’re not familiar with approaches you with a friendly hug and then Jacob, who you actually do know better, is wrapping a strong arm around your neck, yelling in your ear about how he loves you and that you’re good for Josh.

You return the sentiment but altogether bypass that other statement, which Jacob notices. “Aye, sis, lemme holla at you real quick,” and then he’s escorting you off to the side, his eyes strangely serious for someone intoxicated. “When y’all gon’ stop playing?”

Your first instinct is to deny, deny, deny. To act dumb. To shrink down whatever this is. But then your eyes are catching Jey gazing your way, obvious even behind those shades, and you can’t stop the exasperated laugh that falls from your lips.

“I don’t know,” you say plainly, honestly. Throwing your hands up because you cannot believe you’ve been so willfully blind. It’s a testament to how much you truly like Jacob, being so open about it for the first time.

“This is all catching me off guard, to be honest. It’s, like, I’ve always, always known that Jey cares about me. He took a chance on me, from day one by my side. Not only being my best friend but guiding me, being invested in my career. That means, well, everything.”

“But he’s always been in a relationship. Even when that shit was off, it was on, you know?” Jacob nods, listening earnestly despite his glazed over eyes. “And I care too much to risk anything. Whatever this is, it’ll fizz out and it’ll blow over and we’ll still be just us. It has to, Jake.”

Jacob hums, amusingly contemplative with a drink in his hand, before saying, “Look, I love my uce, man. And I know him, too. Just like you do. And he loves the fuck outta you, girl. You can’t tell by now?”

With that, you can’t help but glance back over to Jey, standing away, sipping his drink. Still watching. You don’t even have to see his eyes to feel him. Feel what he’s feeling.

You shake your head, blinking over at Jacob. “I can’t do this. I’m not good at relationships. Neither is he, to be honest, and we’d only just ruin it. Like I said—this’ll blow over.”

Jacob looks like he wants to say more but you don’t, so you polish off your drink and politely excuse yourself. Instead of going back to your seat, it’s the dance floor you turn to.

Liv is excited to see you again, grabbing you up and screeching out a, “finallyyyy! Let’s dance, bitch!”

And dance, you can do.

Shaking. Twirling. Gyrating.

The liquor for sure has kicked in because you don’t give a damn who sees, you’re doing all of it. Your work family takes turns spinning you, touching you, grinding on you—it’s so fun, you barely care who it is just as long as the music keeps jumping and the drinks keep coming.

Shit, you’re so lit right now you’re pretty sure the body behind your whining hips is Je’von—who damn near feels like a little brother to you—but you’re unbothered and feeling better than you have all night.

But, then, you're being spun around by Je’von…who actually turns out to be Drew. “Oh, shit—my bad!”

“Why’re you apologizing?” he smirks, big hands on your still moving hips, bringing you closer. He leans down so his voice is in your ear. “I have nothing to complain about.”

“Right…” you trail off, unsure, eyes anxiously darting over to the VIP area, to Jey standing at the front of it. His eyes are most likely shooting flames behind those shades, threatening to light Drew’s ass up. Jimmy in his ear, no doubt telling him to chill. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

The Scotsman snorts, peering over his shoulder to Jey. “He got a claim over you now?”

In a way, you think. But not entirely.

“I don’t wanna step on any toes,” Drew is saying now, gathering your attention again. His blue eyes are fierce and slightly unnerving as he admits: “I just can’t deny that I’m eager for you to say yes to working with me, not only ‘cause you’re good but also because you are beautiful. I want a chance to prove myself.”

The admission makes you a little dizzy, though you’re not dumb—Drew has been clearly attracted to you from the jump. You just didn’t expect him to say as much, and so soon.

“Prove yourself…to me?”

Drew nods, sincere, squeezing your hips. “Don’t you know half the boys are dying to get with you, but don’t even try because of your Samoan bodyguard?” What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. “Jey’s a fool for not giving you what you deserve.”

He gives me everything I deserve, is what you would say had you actually possessed the capability to continue speaking. But you don’t.

“Tell Hunter yes and I’ll give you more than he ever could, sweetheart.”

Your face pulls, affronted by the pet name. “Like I said before, Drew, I’ll think on it. Excuse me, I’m tired and need a break.” From you, you tactfully leave out.

Drew makes a noise of protest as you break off from him, sliding through the sea of bodies and huffing to yourself as you all but stomp back over to VIP. Jey’s there at the top of the stairs, still staring down your former dance partner.

“These heels are starting to kill me,” you tell him by way of greeting, “and I need some damn water.”

You don’t see Jey behind you grabbing a bottle off a nearby table as he follows you back to the now abandoned couch. Roman is some mere feet away, laughing at something Jimmy and Jacob are saying when you plop back down on the velvet couch.

Jey settles right next to you, holding out the water which you gladly take and guzzle down. Big arms crossed over his chest, his voice is dry and unamused as he narrows his eyes. “Tired from shaking ass on everybody?”

Not willing to play into it, you coolly nod. “Something like that,” you shrug, sipping some more.

But he’s not content with that. He forces you to play his game.

“You fucked him?”

It is a close thing to not spit your water out everywhere but you certainly choke a little. Jey lets you recover while pushing his glasses onto his head, so you can see just how serious he is. His eyes are hard and unforgiving.

If there was ever a world that existed in which you did have sex with Drew, it wasn’t this one but he didn’t seem convinced of that.

You wipe at the sides of your mouth, forcefully putting the water bottle down, making the small remnants splash on to his dark wash jeans. Not that he cares. He’s still staring hard, daring you to confess.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” The volume of your shriek managing to reach the ears of his family even over the music, gaining their wary attention. “Why would you ever think that?”

Jey shrugs, hands folded, uncaring of the looks. “I said we was gon’ talk about this shit. Y’all came together. Had dinner together. Your fuckin’ phone was on DND for two hours while I was tryna get in touch with you. He was over there hugged up on you and shit, you grinding on him. Probably got him bricked. Genuinely, what the fuck are you doing?”

“One thing I’m currently not doing,” you jab a finger in his face, truly hot now, “is fucking Drew McIntyre—are you insane!?”

But, of course, Jey just has to be a stubborn ass hothead and not even listen to you. Getting in your face as he raises his voice a fraction, “currently? So there is a chance, then! I’m not fuckin’ stupid!”

“What does it matter to you!?” You shout, arms stretched out. “It’s never mattered to you who I’ve fucked before. For all you know, I could’ve fucked anyone we work with.” His eyes flash in anger but you have a point to prove. “I’m a grown ass woman, in case you forgot! If I wanna fuck any one of these niggas, that’s my business!”

“You better not be—you don’t even get down like that,” he sneers with a disgusted frown. As if casual, consensual sex as an adult should be beneath you. It is not. You do, in fact, get down like that but haven’t ever since you’ve been injured and recovered to return to work.

“And everybody know better, anyway,” Jey goes on, bragging his supposed ownership over you. “They know not to even think of you like that.”

“Oh, yeah?” you laugh loudly, maybe even immaturely but you’re past caring. If he wants to go there, you’re right with him. “Drew told me a lot of the boys want me but yo’ ass is cockblocking which, you know, is pretty upsetting because,” you pause to tap your chin as if in thought, “now it’s coming back to my attention that I ain’t had none in a while. At least Drew’s not afraid to try it. Kinda sexy of him, actually…”

The words land, of course. You watch smugly as Jey’s eye actually twitches, his top lip pulling back into that signature snarl that displays the gold in his mouth before he scrubs a hand down his face. He takes a long moment to stare up at the ceiling. If he’s smart, he’d be wisely considering his next words to you.

When he looks at you again, it’s still heated but there’s a different glint in his eye now. One that makes you subtly shift in your seat and blow out a nervous breath through your nostrils.

“You got this tight ass dress on,” he sucks his teeth, reaching up to tug at a strap, the sting that comes with it snapping back against your skin making you gasp in light outrage. “Dancing on dudes and ignoring me. What is it, huh? Why you actin’ out?”

Acting out? You huff out an unimpressed breath, eyes shifting before returning to stare at him in disbelief. Slowly, confusingly, he grins like the Cheshire cat—gold fronts glittering deviously.

Backing down isn’t an option for you, but somehow you can feel that you’ve lost.

“If all you wanted was some dick, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

Not the words you were expecting to hear in a million years.

The reaction is instant. You gasp quietly but you know he can hear it, too close to you not to. Your cheeks flush as your eyes widen, staring at him in shock. Your head feeling fuzzier for more reasons than the alcohol.

“Yeah, shut that shit up.” Jey commands, leaning forward to grab your chin and make you look him directly in the eye. Not allowing you to shy away or hide from it.

“Don’t I give you everything you need?” Tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, you nod dumbly underneath his palm, his gaze approving. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Another nod because he does, he does it the best. “So, why you going to other muhfuckas like you need something from ‘em? Do you?” A shake of the head. “So get yo’ fine ass up, go wish uce happy birthday again, and meet me at the door.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

A part of you is terrified, heart beating fast as hell, but the larger part of you is so turned on you could genuinely moan right here and now. Jey is gone before you can approach Roman again but you’re quick to do what he says, lowkey cursing yourself with every step that makes it blatantly obvious how wet your panties are.

Roman and Jimmy must feel the nervous, frantic energy coming off of you because in unison they ask with worried gazes: “Y’all good?”

You giggle anxiously, wringing your hands together. “Y-yeah, we just, um, realized that maybe we shouldn’t be doing all that in front of everyone at your birthday party,” you wince apologetically at Roman. “So, uh, yeah…we’re gonna take our conversation elsewhere like adults.”

Behind them, Jacob is watching you with a knowing smirk but doesn’t say a word. Roman does, though, coming forward to embrace you and thank you graciously for coming along with the gift. Jimmy, however, narrows his eyes suspiciously at you and then back towards the direction his twin vanished to. Which has you thinking in a panic fuck, fuck, fuck, he knows…

“Well, be safe, girl,” is all he says after hugging you too, still regarding you with a glint in his eye. “Don’t hurt him too bad, now. I need my tag partner!”

Laughing again, you depart the section with waves to everyone. Once you disappear onto the dance floor, does Jimmy plainly state: “Oh, they finna fuck.”

Roman nods, going back to his drink. “Fuckin’ finally.”

“He gon’ do her in, too,” Jacob adds, locs swaying while he shakes his head, as if pitying you.

Had you been there you would’ve been mortified by their blunt observation but you’re not. Your heels currently clack viciously along the floor as you near the doors. You manage a few rushed goodbyes but don’t make the time to stop for anyone, not wanting to make Jey, or yourself, wait any longer.

Like he said, Jey is there at the doors when you approach, casually standing off to the side as the bouncer talks to him about something you genuinely can’t care less about. Once he sees you, he holds his hand out, gesturing to your purse. Mutely, you hand it over, coming close to hug his arm to your body, already simpering with need as he grabs your keys.

“C’mon,” he murmurs to you and then raises a hand to dap up the bouncer. “Aye, man, don’t work too hard. Have a good night, uce.”

The bouncer returns the sentiment but it barely matters when Jey is already tugging you out of the building, your purse slung over the shoulder you’re not wrapped around. You shiver as the cool night air hits your bare legs, burrowing closer into his side as the two of you make way to the parking lot.

“You cold, baby?” Baby. He always calls you that but it sounds different now. Full of meaning that actually does feel like a claim. You bite your lip, nodding up at him. He brings you closer into his side, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “We gon’ get you warm real soon.”

Another rush of heat goes through your veins at the double meaning of his promise. Your treasured candy red Kia Soul comes into view and Jey hits the button to unlock the doors. You break away from him, going to the passenger side but he’s right behind you, quick to open the door for you before you can.

“Thank you,” you peer shyly up at him before sliding into the seat and quickly bringing your legs in so he can close the door.

Jey rounds the front of the car to slide into the driver’s side, using the push to start to bring the engine to life. While he backs out of the parking space, your head is spinning with so many thoughts and questions, mainly—are you really going to do this? Could this not ruin everything?

You’ve been quietly fretting so long that you didn’t even realize you’re on the road until he speaks up, one hand on the wheel, the other a warm balm on your knee that was just bouncing a second ago.

“Aye, baby, do me a favor?” You gaze at him in wait, his side-profile so handsome under the city lights that streak through the glass over his face. “Answer me a question.”

“Okay...”

Jey nods, taking a left turn before speaking. “You said you ain’t had none in a while—how long?”

The question has your heart beating fast again, the pulse of it rivaling the one between your legs. “Since before the injury.”

More nodding, as if he thought as much. “And in all that time, what did you do to blow off steam? Did you touch yourself?”

And, Lord, what a question. You rarely talked about sex with Jey. If there were any discussions about it, it was him telling you about a past experience or him casually asking if you’d been recently entertaining anyone in that way. But nothing so forward.

You try not to blush—you are grown, for fuck’s sake—but Jey makes it hard to remain cool. “I mean, yes, but that’s normal.”

“Okay, cool—so put your hand in them panties and do it for me.” You stare at his face in shock but he only glances at you before turning his attention back on the road. “It’s aight, mama, I just want you to be ready for me.”

If he weren’t operating a moving vehicle, you might’ve actually jumped on him. Instead, you refrain from your baser urges and tell him with a breathy whisper, “I been ready for you.”

It’s Jey’s turn to tell himself to chill, you can tell by the way his eyes flutter shut for a brief second and how knuckles turn damn near white on the wheel. You’re delighted by the effect you have on him. You have to give it to Rhea—Jey did have the hots for you.

“How long that pussy been wet for me?” he asks as calmly as he can. His restraint only makes you hotter.

“Honestly?” Jey nods, glancing at the Apple Maps as it guides him closer to the hotel. “Probably ever since you snatched me up from Drew.” Because that shit was sexy. In a stupid, man-cave way. How he mean-mugged Drew, how tight his arm round its way around your body. How his entire body language said mine, mine, mine. “And there’s been other times…”

He can’t help the way his head snaps to your face, at the glossed lip underneath your teeth. That doe-eyed innocent look you perfected and only looked at him with. “That I got you wet?” You nod, batting your pretty lashes at him. “What you do then?”

“This.”

Spreading your legs, you follow his instruction and dip your hands in between the rucked-up hem of your dress. The breath of relief and pleasure is immediate once you push the lace to the side and feel your arousal, how it clings to your manicured fingertips.

Jey is trying his hardest not to crash the damn car but, fuck, if you don’t look good as hell right now. Sound good, too. Not just your hypnotizing breathy moans and whimpers but the actual sound of that dripping pussy being played with ricochets throughout the small enclosed space of the car.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Jey,” you breathe out, clit underneath your fingers, more moisture pooling with every circle and stroke. “I actually wanna make it to the room so you can fuck me.”

“Girl, keep playin’ and I’ll pull over right now and make you take this dick on the side of the road. I don’t give a fuck.”

The blunt statement incites you to pick up speed, openly moaning now because it feels too fucking good to do anything else. So many nights you’d done this, secretly thinking of him the whole time, the pleasure in the moment too good to feel the guilt that would come soon after.

But now you don’t have to feel guilty because the feeling is mutual. Always has been. You’re allowed to take. To have him. “Jey, baby, I’m already so fuckin’ c-close—shit,” you whine in warning, leaking more than you ever have, belly tight with the too fast rising of your climax. “Fuuuuck, I’m gon’ come!”

Jey is so grateful for the red light that comes up, completely forgoing looking at the road in favor of your pretty face all scrunched up and your desperate hand working away between your legs. His own hand comes up to the back of your neck, maneuvering your head in his grasp to meet your heavily-lidded eyes with his sharp ones.

“Go ‘head, bae, get that fuckin’ nut and come for Daddy.”

And that’s really all you need.

It’s a fucking miracle, with how hard you come, that you don’t squirt all over your seats. Instead you just shake and shout so loud your throat feels raw as you quite literally experience heaven on earth, Jey a greedy voyeur at your side.

“Fuck, baby, gimme some,” and your head is still reeling so you don’t even have time to register his words before your hand is being snatched away and your fingers are in his mouth in record time. He moans so damn loud between sucks and licks, you would’ve thought he was the one that just came.

“Taste so fuckin’ good.”

A loud, abrupt honk interrupts you, bringing you back to reality. Oh, god—you really just came at a stoplight. “Hurry, baby, it’s green.”

Jey takes your fingers out his mouth but keeps a firm grip on your hand as he accelerates a touch too fast. Hazy with the orgasm, you thread your fingers in between his, neither of you caring about the dampness of your touch.

You quietly watch him the rest of the way. It’s just about three minutes but it’s three minutes spent with quiet shared looks between you and him, both of you marveling at each other, reveling in the newfound change in your relationship.

“C’mon, ma, we here,” Jey tells you while throwing the car in park in front of the ritzy hotel. He remains seated, however, when he glances over at you, eyes roving over your flushed face, lingering on the softness of your lips.

“I had you come for me but ain’t even kiss you yet,” he chuckles a touch boyish, bringing a smile to your face. “Shit hella backwards.”

You lean forward over the console, emboldened by his pure, honest desire for you mixed with that sweet earnestness you always loved. “You should fix that, then.”

Jey doesn’t need to be told any more. He leans forward, his big hands enveloping you, cradling your head to bring you closer and hold you as your lips finally touch. It’s automatic—how easy it is to kiss Jey.

Of course, it is. The rhythm unhurried and full of promise. His lips so soft and pliable upon your own. The pass of his tongue to get you to open up. How both of you moan at the meeting and slide of your tongues, the wetness there.

You reach up to grip his biceps that strain under his white tee, desperation keying up to an all-time high to feel how strong he is, how big. His hand drops down to the back of your neck, gripping there as your heads tilt to get deeper into the kiss.

“Fuck, Jey, I need you so bad,” you plead with a heaving chest as you break for air, his eyes so dark and pretty, “I can’t wait no more.”

On cue, a knock at your window has you turning to see a polite-looking valet trying peer through the tint. “Alright, shit, let’s go,” Jey agrees before bestowing another peck on your lips.

Both of you exit the car, you shyly nodding at the young valet as Jey comes around and hands your keys over. He grabs your hand, nodding his thanks at the man before tugging you along. Equally still intoxicated and riding the high of Jey has you stumbling once or twice after him but he only laughs and brings you closer, not so sober himself.

The elevator ride is unshockingly spent with him in your space, crowding you against the wall as his lips trail dizzying kisses along your neck, the line of your clavicle, licking into between your cleavage. You hold him close, fingers embedded into his mullet as you spread wide for him and grind onto his pelvis, feeling what lies underneath those pants for you.

“You don’t know how bad I want you, baby,” Jey says into your skin, his eyes low just like yours. “How sick I was when you were gone and recovering at home. How sick I get when someone thinks they can touch you. Can have you.”

You shake your head, messy bangs creeping into your eyes. “They can’t,” you avow faithfully, “not now. Not ever.”

Jey pulls back to look at you, unblinking. “You sure about that?”

“Yes, baby,” you reassure him easily, caressing his bearded jaw. Chest feeling like it’s gonna cave in with how fast your blood is pumping. “I’m yours, and I’m not doing that stupid storyline with Drew. I’m not doing it unless I can do it with you.”

Jey presses his forehead to yours, staring down at you so intensely, your toes curl in your heels. “You want that? You want the world to know you mine, mama?”

“‘Course, I do, daddy,” you tell him just as the elevator dings with the arrival to your floor and the doors slide open. “I want everybody knowing who I belong to, and who belongs to me.”

Jey mutters a fuck under his breath before taking your hand and leading you out of the elevator to your room with haste. You giggle as he struggles with the keycard, kissing along the back of his neck in the meantime before he eventually gains access to the room and snatches you into it.

As soon as the door slams, he’s on you again. Hands everywhere. Lips everywhere. You can barely keep up. He succinctly decides that he’s, “gotta taste you for real,” before putting his hands on your hips and guiding you towards the plush bed.

Before he pushes you down on it, you stop him with a hand to chest, the other hand reaching around for the zipper at your back. Jey is quick to help when you fumble, admiring the smooth skin of your back that gets revealed to him inch by inch the further the zipper goes down. You shift so he’s in front of you again, a sly smile on your lips as you shimmy out of the straps and drop the dress altogether to let it pool at your feet.

You’re naked as the day you came into this world with the exception of your panties and heels and Jey is eating you up with his eyes.

“Damn, baby—it ain’t fair how fuckin’ beautiful you are.”

You can't help but grin bashfully, especially as you coyly request, “if you’re gonna eat my pussy, can you at least take your shirt off for me, daddy?”

“Hell yeah, girl,” his overzealous agreement makes you giggle before taking your lip in between your teeth as his skin comes into view. Your eyes greedily rove over the ink, seeing it with new eyes. Taking in how fine he is. He notices your desire, how you unabashedly check him out, and nods towards the bed. “Sit that sexy ass down for me.“

You obey, excitement ramping up to see him kick off his Forces, his pecs flexing as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. The sizable print he sports in his boxer briefs has your mouth watering instantly. If you were wet before, you were soaked now.

“Lay back, beautiful,” he says, approaching the bed. Which you do, head still spinning from the drinks and giddy as ever. Jey drops down to his knees, eyes greedily drinking in your bare skin from the length of your smooth legs all the way up to your round tits sitting on your chest, the brown nipples peaked and hard.

“Let me take care of you…”

And then your panties are coming down your thighs to be tugged off past your feet and thrown elsewhere. You’re more eager than you realize, spreading your legs without him having to tell or coax you. Pussy on display as Jey grips your hips to pull you closer, more open and wide for him.

You have the audacity to blush at the look of awe on his face as he studies the arousal threatening to drip down to your ass at this point. How soft and delicate you look in this special place.

“Pretty ass pussy,” he salivates over it, breath fanning your mound and clit in a dizzying manner. “You been hiding this from me, huh.” His thumb comes up to lightly circle that pearl, coaxing more cum out and making you whine already. “Hiding such a perfect pussy, knowing I be fiendin’ for it.”

He’s going to kill you before his mouth even touches you. “Baby—Jey, please.” The desperation bleeding out of you must work—you don’t even have to beg that much before he’s gripping your thighs and pushing them back to give one searing lick from hole to clit. “Oh, shit…”

He’s relentless after that.

He chooses to immediately focus on your still sensitive clit from the car orgasm, flicking and lapping at it with his tongue. You cannot help but to start twitching already, not when his mouth feels so fucking good. A mouth you imagined on you countless times but the dreaming pales in comparison to the real thing.

“Relax for me, baby,” his voice muffled by your wet cunt, a hand coming up to rest on your belly.

But that’s easier said than done. Jey is on a mission to make you feel good, kissing and licking your pussy with finesse and hunger. You helplessly run your fingers through his hair before gripping the curls for dear life, moaning and writhing on his mouth as he groans from your touch.

Jey rears back to spit on your pussy, not because you weren’t wet enough but because he’s nasty as hell, and the smug twinkle in his eye as he looks up to see your eyes rolling back after witnessing his filth is proof of that.

“Always knew you’d be so sweet,” he slurs in awe, lips messy and wet with you. “Can’t let nobody else taste it now.”

Instantly you’re shaking your head with the sheets in a death grip under your hands, voice guttural as you choke out, “nobody ever. Just you.”

Because it’s true. Just one taste of Jey, along the night’s revelations, already has you inwardly swearing off any other man.

“Oh, yeah?” Jey hums, greedy gaze drinking up the sight of your swollen clit under his thumb, the clear sticky fluid drooling out of you with every twist of his skilled finger down to the crack of your ass.

He decides your hole looks lonely and shifts his thumb so his other hand can enter the fray, two thick fingers tunneling their way in. Fucking through the tight grip that chokes them and makes his dick jump beneath damp fabric.

“You promise?” His voice so sweet even if his fingers were doing bad, bad things to you.

Embarrassingly and weakly, you nod down at him rapidly, making you look like some dumb bobble-head as your eyes widen and your grip tugs at the bleached ends of his mullet. “I promise, baby, I swear. It’s so good—don’t want no one else.”

Which he knows now. But the words are still validating as hell to hear. Jey needs you. Has needed you for a long, long time even when he was being stupid and fucking around with people that didn’t matter.

And nothing matters more in this moment to him than you and the pleasure you’ve been silently craving. His own desire intertwined with yours.

Eager to make you feel good, Jey’s mouth latches on your clit and he sucks hard while the tip of his tongue twirls in vicious, tight circles. Nevermind his fingers that still thrust and dig in you, hitting a spot that you’d often found difficult to reach with your own fingers. The sudden intensity sends you crying out, soles of your feet bearing down on Jey’s upper back as you try to not fucking explode in his arms.

Being so attuned to you, Jey senses the fraying restraint on your part, secretly thrilled to watch you try to fight it from between your thick thighs. “Yeah, mama, I know,” his smug yet soothing voice muffled against nothing but wet flesh, “can feel you squeezing my fingers.”

Blood rushes to ears, your face frowned up due to the relentless onslaught of Jey’s skilled mouth. You swear you’re not trying to tug his damn hair out but your grip does become firmer once you start lifting your hips to essentially ride his face. Not wanting the sensation to stop, getting so close…

“Jey—Daddy—oh my god, please.”

And he loves it—groaning loudly, still flicking that wicked tongue before using his free hand to crack you on the side of the ass to encourage the eager thrusts against his mouth. “Oh, fuck,” you moan into the air, head thrown against the fluffy covers. “Baby, s-shit—I think it’s co—unhhh—coming!”

Another hard swat to your ass. The curl of his fingers and the way he rubs against that one spot. Ramping up the pulling on his sucks that echo throughout the entire room and the speed of his tongue.

All that combined with his domineering order for you to, “gimme that shit,” into your over-heated, drenched skin and you’re gone.

The entire room feels like it splits open. You try to scream but the sound gets caught, trapped in your throat. Hips buck and toss against the overwhelming feeling. Thighs tense up and squeeze as your feet shake and your eyes slide back into your skull.

Jey doesn’t move. Holds you through it. Licks and kisses you through it. His handsome face set with determination in the midst of your thighs that has you finally mustering a weak sob that gets bulldozed by drawn out moans.

“Oh, fuck, I can’t…” And you start to push at his shoulders, oversensitivity rushing through your entire frame.

Kindly, Jey rears back and takes a moment to admire your gushy cunt before glancing up to your flushed face. The rapid speed of your blinking at the ceiling convinces him to take pity and come to his feet rather than attach his mouth back to his new favorite place.

“Did so good…” his voice sounds far away and you claw at any strength you can to look down and see his hands at his waistband.

Before you can really register that what he’s doing is taking his underwear off, the entirety of him is free. Hard, long, and thick. Hanging heavy between his tatted tights. So brown and pretty.

Goddamn.

Now, look, subconsciously you were aware, in a way, that Jey wasn’t small or even average. With certain men it’s just obvious. The way they walk, the way they talk. You remember having a conversation like this with Trin—her not outright saying that Jimmy was gifted but that he wasn’t being called Big Jim for no reason. Which got you thinking. And what a coincidence it was that Jey just so happened to walk in the room, Trin raising her brows and glancing at her brother-in-law and then to you, pointedly.

So, yeah, you knew but it still makes your heart skip a beat and has you rearing up onto your elbows, getting a better look as his right hand comes up to start stroking the length of it. Maybe you look horrified to Jey because his other hand comes up to your ankle, thumb brushing over the diamond anklet. “We’ll go slow, baby,” he murmurs, a sweet offer and promise. “I got you.”

Though it’s funny he thinks you’re scared—initially startled, yes—and not as terribly horny as you are. You leer at him under the dark fan of your lashes. “Give me that dick,” you drawl lustfully, spreading your legs even further. The surprised flash of his eyes only further emboldens you, lights a fire in your chest. “I ain’t fuckin’ scared.”

Because you’re not—this is Jey. He would never hurt you. He’s gonna take care of you.

“Shit, girl,” he exhales breathlessly before bringing his knees up to the bed, scooting your bodies further into the middle. Right hand still stroking his dick and making your tongue dart out to your lips as you peek.

He sees the pink wetness of it and hungrily claims your mouth with his own, the kiss quickly turning wet and filthy. Twin moans fall out of you that only stretch further at the sensation of that mushroom tip sliding against you.

“Can’t be talkin’ like that—what if I wanna be a gentleman, huh? Take my time with my favorite girl?”

Any other time, that’d be good and wonderful but the liquor is flowing through your veins and you’re in the arms of this sexy man who is yours after so long. So, you take matters into your hands, knowing how stubborn Jey can be.

You laugh cruelly, gazing up into his glazed over eyes. “Drew wouldn’t be gentle.”

The fire instantly ignited in his gaze is your fault, you know it, and so is the way he cocks his hips back, tip pressing into you faster than you’re prepared. “Wait, wai—” But it’s too late, thundering heart coming to a halt as the breath in your lungs is pushed out of you the same second he pushes all the way in. “Fuck!”

“Shut that shit up, lil girl,” he growls, eyes fluttering at the tightness enveloping him. “Been waitin’ too fuckin’ long and yo’ ass wanna play.”

You did want this, you did but Jesus.

Unable to do much else, you wrap your legs around Jey’s waist and clutch at his broad shoulders as he starts the punishing pace he sets to pound you into the mattress. Squirming and twisting under his strong hold doesn’t do anything other than make him grip your waist and pull your hips into his. The meeting of your bodies borderline painful but so good.

All you can do is take it, and he says as much, spitting down at you, “been bad all fucking night, you gon’ stay here and get this dick.”

It’s getting to be too much, and too quickly. A deep sense of fear is building within—there’s no way you can be coming again so fast. He barely just started.

“S-s-shit, Joshua, I’m f-finna…fuck!”

Above you, chain swinging in your face, Jey nods cockily, gaze darting between the disbelief on your pretty face and the hypnotizing bounce of your tits. “Talkin’ shit but already nuttin’ on Daddy’s dick?” he huffs out, reaching up to grasp your chin in his warm palm. “Did I say you could do that?”

You shake your head under his hand helplessly, pathetically. “No b-but I still gotta! Can’t fucking stop!” Hard rhythmic clenches around him to prove your point. Desperate hands clawing and scratching at his skin. “I-I’mma nut on that dick!”

If he wants you to stop, he’s certainly not helping by latching his wet mouth onto your left nipple, sucking and tugging the brown peak between his teeth. “Jey, oh shittt…!”

That's the last of any warning you’re able to give him before crashing headfirst into another orgasm, shaking throughout the process, only seeing white and feeling Jey’s touch.

Rather than slowing down and letting you come down softly, he rears up off your body a little, snaking a hand up to your throat. The wet slapping noise of your fucking ramping up as Jey only swings his hips harder and applies the right amount of pressure at the sides of your neck.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” Lousy pleas through gasps and eager sucks of air that he’s controlling. Jey is blurry through your tear-pooled eyes but you can see the gold in his mouth when he grins to feel your hand scrambling up to grip his wrist.

“This what you wanted?” he teases, a little mean and absolutely perfect. You’re unsure if you nod or don’t but he laughs all the same. “Never woulda thought my baby was a slut.”

Degradation isn’t always your cup of tea but Jey does it so good that it’s hard to do anything but be just that—a slut.

His slut.

Something is brewing deep down, in the lower pits of your heaving stomach. That initial discomfort that bleeds into an urgent feeling that feels like oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

You’re thrashing now, as best as you can, head tossing left and right. The heels of your feet kick at his ribs but he still doesn’t slow down. Panicked, you push at his chest, his belly, anything.

“Don’t fuckin’ run,” Jey snarls, fingers flexing at your throat, digging into your guts. “Lemme stroke this pussy the way I want.”

But he doesn’t understand. “Jey, s-slow down—I gotta pee.”

These sheets are nice and soft, an expensive cotton—probably Egyptian—and you’d really hate to ruin them.

But, of course, Jey couldn’t care less about the sheets. He leans down right above your face, warm breath mixing with your puffy gasps. “You not gettin’ outta this, baby. Ion give a fuck if you piss, just as long as you come on this dick some mo’.”

That vulgarity paired with the way he shifts into you, ramming into a very delicious spot, is more than enough to have your back arching painfully beneath his big body, a wild screech climbing its way out of your lungs, nails digging deep in his wrist and the poor sheets you’re about to destroy.

“Wet that shit up, mama. Right now,” he barks roughly, his voice the trigger on making your pussy gush around him, spraying onto his lower belly and even reaching up to his chest the more he keeps fucking you. “That’s right…”

Mercy is granted once the last weak pulses die down. Jey carefully slides out of you, him wincing and you whimpering at the loss. The whimpers tumble into low sobs and shakes. Curling up on your side, he’s quick to follow, shushing you and pushing hair out of your face all the while.

“Baby, you okay? Did I go too hard?” His warmth envelops your body, the mass of him curling around you, his eyes scanning your damp face. “Please, say something.”

You remain quiet for another few seconds, blinking yourself back into reality. “I’m good,” you finally say after some time, moments full of his soothing caresses and slightly anxious gazing. “That was good.”

Jey studies your features a little longer, and when he is convinced that you’re not lying for his sake, he’s careful in nudging your bodies over and out of the wet spot. “Yeah, you right—it was good,” he agrees, in between your legs again with a thumb brushing over the line of your smooth jaw. “Squirted all over me like a good girl. Shit so sexy.”

You let out a bashful laugh, eyes sliding over to some random unfocused point in the room. “Made me do it harder than my toys.”

“Oh, shit, for real?” When you look back over, he’s grinning eagerly, making you snort a little with a roll of your eyes. “I knew I had it like that but damn.”

Jey laughs when you push at his shoulder, dropping a tender kiss to your collarbone. “Whatever, Joshua.”

Now, this is what you’re used to. Pure comfort with your best friend. Not whatever messy bullshit you two were doing earlier.

Gazing up at him, those big brown eyes, his beautiful wide nose that you trail a fingertip down, you register he is still very much hard between your thighs. “You know what would really be the last and final step to making me yours?” you muse softly, making his brows rise in question. “Coming inside me.”

The softness of the moment bleeds into that earlier heat. Jey’s eyes darken and he inhales deep, as if to steady himself. You are still awed by the effect you have on him, how you haven’t seen it all this time.

Shaking his head but smiling all the same, he tells you, “you got a wild mouth, girl,” and starts rubbing along your thigh, your ass.

You smile back, raking a hand through his sweat-damp, frizzy curls—there’s no telling what your blowout looks like right now. “I dunno know ‘bout all that…”

“Uh-huh, and what do you know?”

“That I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”

How can Jey refuse that sweet wish?

When he slides back in it’s with you folded in half, ankles by your ears and him breathing deep into mouth. The moan that breaks out of you both is one of shared satisfaction.

Your eyes never break away from his, even as the first long strokes turn into something harder and a little reckless. Desperate and maybe a little unhinged, driven by the need to claim you. His eyes dance with the challenge. Like he can’t help it.

It punches the air out of your lungs. Already so good again, already so… “…deep. You’re so deep in me—oh my god!”

Jey groans above the sounds of wet pussy squelching filthily in the air. “Take my dick so good, baby. Only like you can.” The praise has you dripping down his balls. “Tight as hell, too—what you got all this good pussy for, hm?”

The answering cry is instinctual, automatic. You don’t even have to think about it. Your body knows. “For you! It’s f-for you!”

Still staring deep into your eyes, Jey nods approvingly, cockily, “Yeah, that’s right. Grippin’ me like you own me. This your dick? Tell me.”

With every eye-rolling thrust, you have no choice but to chant, “yes, yes, yes.”

Jey is grinning but you can barely see it, eyes blurred by mind-numbing pleasure. He takes it in the way your legs start to shake on his shoulders, the desperate way you claw at his skin and the whites of your eyes proudly. He’s doing this to you, and no one else.

Seeing you so fucked out has him silding a hand underneath your neck, scooping you up to urge your plush lips back to his for a downright nasty kiss that you both moan loudly into. The kind that makes your brain all floaty and your body numb. When he breaks away, you start to whine, blindly pawing at him. You’re already the closest you can physically be to him, and still it’s not enough.

If he wasn’t so hellbent on proving to you why he’s the only one you need, Jey would’ve been come. But he is—there’s no way y’all are leaving this the same way before. He’s going to make sure of that.

“That shit feel good, don’t it? I know you wanna come again, leaking all over me and shit.”

The mention of another orgasm has you slightly panicking—you didn’t think you could come again—because once he says it, you start to feel that impending rush, deep in your belly. Your soul.

Snapping back into clarity, you look up at Jey beeseechingly, hair wild with the way you shake your head. “No, I can’t, Jey.”

“Then why you gettin’ tighter?” He asks in a mocking tone that does indeed have you clenching and pulsing like your life depends on it. “Why you been creamin’ on Daddy’s dick?”

You try to protest again but any defiance is snatched out of you by the feel of his big hands coming up to grip your thighs as his thrusts become even more intense, hitting that sweet spot that has your chest damn near caving in.

Jey can sense your disbelief and panic, dropping his forehead down to yours. How can he look so sweet while beating your pussy up? While snaking a hand down to touch and circle your clit with deadly precision?

“It’s okay, baby, you don’t gotta fight it. Show me how good I make you feel. One more time, so Daddy can nut in his pussy. One more time, so I can make you mine.”

That last sentence has it ripping through you. Stars burst behind your eyelids. You actually think you can see heaven. Overstimulated isn’t even the word. You’re on the fucking moon.

“Aw, shit, bae—squirting all over me again.”

And you didn’t even know that. Too busy caught up in the earth-shattering waves of your orgasm to catch Jey craning his neck down for a better view of your gushing pussy, how his eyes roll back up into his head as he drills into you.

“Tell me you love me.” It’s not just a command but it’s a need. One that tethers you back to Earth, to him.

Slightly taken aback, your gaze sharpens to see his laser-focused on you. Waiting. Pleading, almost. As if you could love anyone else. He’s entirely ruined you in the best way.

He did all this to you, and still doesn’t know it?

Overcome, you slide your hands into his hair, softly scratching at his scalp. He moans at the sensation. “I love you, Jey. I do, so much. Only you, I swear.”

Your confession of long felt feelings has him groaning loud, teeth gritting. “Fuck—I gotta come.”

It makes the taste of your pleasure even sweeter, feeling him shake over you, his muttered curses rumbling in your ear as he holds you close. The heat of his body bleeding into yours. At this point, your bodies were one and nothing could feel better.

“Please come, Daddy,” you mewl up at him, exhaustion creeping in on you under all the pleasure-pain. “Come inside me, I need to feel it.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It’s not long before he does as you ask of him, sitting deep to shoot thick rope after thick rope of his warm cum into your willing body. The feeling so good and dizzying that it has you giggling, eyes pooling with unshed tears.

Even through the ebbs of his pleasure, Jey cracks an eye open to check on you. However crazy you look, it makes him smile.

When the last ebbs of his orgasm fade, and it’s just you and him slowly careening back to the present, Jey rears up to hover above, watching you still giggle.

And, of course, because he always has to play.

“Damn, my dick was that trash?”

He joins in your laughter when you playfully slap him upside the head, eyes bright and beautiful. “If you call four orgasms trash, then sure, yeah,” you snort, pushing him off of you once he pulls out.

Without a lick of shame, you get up and traverse the span of the floor all the way to the bathroom, not a stitch of fabric on you. However, before you get there, Jey is calling your name, making you look over your shoulder.

He looks so good there, just as nude, just as shameless. Head propped up on his elbow as he watches you. Teeth gleaming with a grin that screams, just got laid. “By the way? I love you, too.”

And when your eyes soften a certain way, just for him, under the lights…Jey has to wonder to himself why he was even jealous at all.

a/n: holy shit whyyy did i write all that??? i be fiendin’ for his fine ass, that’s why 😵‍💫 plus the jey tag was looking a lil dry, so why not 🤭 anyways, this is my first time posting any smut on tumblr even tho i lurk on here allll the time, so pls share anything nice if you’re willing and able! likes and comments are appreciated, please! byeee gonna cleanse my soul now!!!! 🤍

[i5uckersblog]

Pool Day

Summary: Jey’s strong drinks sparked a cheating race, splash fight, then fries and toasts.

The pool day started innocent enough.

That was the first mistake.

Because what was supposed to be “just vibes” turned into Jey showing up with a Bluetooth speaker, sunglasses too expensive to be near chlorine, and a small cooler he refused to let you inspect.

“What’s in the cooler?” you asked suspiciously.

“Mind ya business.”

“That means alcohol.”

“That means hydration.”

You stared at him.

He stared back.

“…Hydration with tequila?”

“See? You get me.”

“Lord.”

By noon, you were stretched out in the sun with a drink sweating in your hand — something fruity, dangerous, and way too easy to drink. Jey had made it with way too much confidence for a man who absolutely eyeballed the measurements.

“You taste this?”

You took a sip.

Your face twisted immediately.

“Jey, why is this strong enough to remove paint?”

He looked offended. “That’s craftsmanship.”

“That’s attempted murder.”

“Nah, you dramatic.”

Meanwhile he was drinking his own concoction like it was juice.

The music was loud, the sun was hot, and somewhere between your second drink and Jey arguing passionately that pool volleyball was a professional sport, things got…stupid.

“Bet you can’t beat me across the pool,” he said.

You blinked at him.

“…We’re grown.”

“And?”

“And you’re tipsy.”

“You scared?”

“Boy—”

That was enough.

Five seconds later both of you were halfway underwater racing across the pool like children with no bills.

You technically won.

Technically.

Because Jey cheated.

“You grabbed the wall before me!”

“Nah.”

“YES YOU DID.”

“Nah.”

“You literally did!”

He was laughing too hard to even defend himself properly, floating on his back like he didn’t just commit a crime.

“You a sore loser.”

“I WON!”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

You splashed him hard enough to start another water fight.

Bad decision.

Because Jey believed in retaliation.

One minute you were talking trash, next minute he had you hauled halfway into deeper water while you were yelling threats that had zero actual power behind them.

“JEY— I SWEAR—”

“What? What you gon’ do?”

“Stop making your drinks!”

His entire expression changed.

“…You foul for that.”

“Try me.”

“Damn.”

Eventually the chaos died down.

You ended up sitting on the pool steps, feet underwater, sharing a plate of fries that neither of you remembered ordering.

The buzz had softened everything — the noise, the heat, the constant joking.

Jey bumped your shoulder with his.

“You havin’ fun?”

You looked over at him. Wet curls, crooked grin, sunglasses shoved on his head, absolutely too pleased with himself.

“You’re annoying.”

“Mhm.”

“Competitive.”

“Mhm.”

“Your drinks are concerning.”

“Mhm.”

“But…yeah.”

He smirked. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He held his cup up toward you.

“A toast.”

“To what?”

“To me bein’ right.”

You groaned loud as hell.

“To a good day,” you corrected, clinking your cup against his.

He nodded once.

“Aight. To a good day.”

Pause.

Then—

“…And to me bein’ right.”

You nearly shoved him into the damn pool.

[h01vd4l]

[ayeetfreak]

OUR CELEBRATION — ROMAN REIGNS

SUMMARY: Roman just proved to the world that he can become champ again, so you made sure to acknowledge him thoroughly as a celebration.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

Fireworks shot into the air, the large titantron congratulating the new WWE world heavyweight champion, Roman Reigns.

All on his own. He shut all of his haters up, having one of the best WrestleMania main events in history as he beat CM Punk to win the championship. It was an emotional moment for everyone, but it wrecked me in ways no one else would understand.

I was the one who saw him training so hard that his muscles hurt. I was the one who saw him pushing so hard, physically and mentally. I was the one who saw how much this match meant to him, and finally seeing him pin Punk for the title, I couldn’t control any sort of reaction.

I waited outside of the gorilla, hands intertwined together as I anxiously waited for Roman to make his appearance. My legs were shaking the slightest bit, the emotions making my body act whack. The hallways backstage were way quieter, as many of the superstars headed back to their hotels or were busy doing media and interviews. But I stayed, because I needed to hold Roman in my arms. I needed to tell him how proud I was.

And as soon as he walked through the black curtains with his newly-won title hanging by his side, my stomach fired up again with flips of many feelings. Roman’s eyes found mine instantly, as if it was a physiological response all day every day. His smile was soft and relaxed, a huff of the lightest chuckle leaving his mouth as he saw me—and only me—waiting for him on the other side of his insane, hectic world.

I didn’t say a single word. I just rushed a few steps forward, crushing myself into Roman’s large, muscular body and holding him close. Every last muscle that was tense in his body relaxed instantly as his head dipped down on top of mine. He tossed his title on the nearest equipment crate, wrapping both of his arms around my body like I was his lifeline. Hell, it was really the opposite.

“You did amazing. I knew you would.” I said, lifting my head off of his chest to gleam into his dark, glowing eyes. He dipped his chin, pressing a light, feathery kiss on my forehead. His hand rubbed circles against my back, igniting every dull nerve in my body.

He let out a long sigh, all of the stress from the lead up for this suspense-filled night all coming to a close. He cradled my face with his large hands, his thumbs grazing across my jawline.

“Thank you for being here.” He replied, his eyes burning into mine with such intensity that made my whole body shiver. He was a man who wasn’t afraid to show how much he truly loved someone, and that was one of my favorite parts about him. “You don’t know how much it means to me to see you waiting here for me.”

“I always will.” I replied softly, my hands resting on his hips with my pinky fingers grazing against the waistline of his cargo pants. Roman dipped his head, his lips pressing lightly against my own before standing up straight, glancing around the area that had a few more superstars roaming around and a few employees who were working on shutting the show down. I knew how he felt about publicly expressing his relationships.

He wasn’t against it. Not at all. He will scream loud and proud that he has a wife and that he loves her to death, but he doesn’t post a dozen pictures of us. Hell, I don’t think anyone has ever seen us kiss except for our wedding photos. Sure, we post photos every now and then of us at a red carpet event or something, but it has always been kept low.

“Need a shower before your press conference?” I asked, taking a step back so Roman could reach out and grab his title. He scoffed with absolute need, nodding his head.

“If I go without one, people will think I had a hell of a time celebrating.”

I laughed, Roman’s arm pulling me against his side as we walked through the backstage halls and into the nice locker rooms that belonged to the NFL’s Raiders. I sat down on a bench next to where Roman placed his title. He sat down across from me, starting to untie his shoes.

We sat quietly, because the truth was, I was speechless. I felt like I still needed time to process everything, and that Roman might as well. It always felt like this after huge wins.

“Join me.”

I shot my head up, looking over at Roman who was now only in his boxers, glancing up at me with a dim smirk on his lips. I blinked, caught off guard for a split moment. “Huh?”

“Come shower with me. You’re all I wanna be with right now.”

I let my eyes fall shut momentarily, soaking in the sweet words of a man who could look so dangerous and hypocritical. But I easily saw beyond his past character traits, so madly in love with the real man.

I stood up, grabbing his hand he extended out for me. He led me into the shower area, turning the handle and watching the water spurt out from the shower head. He ran his hand through his dried-out hair, turning over towards me. The corners of his lips perked up the slightest.

“Arms up.” He said, motioning upwards with his pointer finger. I smiled, raising my arms up in the air as Roman softly gripped the ends of my cotton tank top. He smoothly pulled it over my head, his eyes drinking in my smaller frame from beneath him. He really took his time, staring at my breasts that looked hella good in my black lace bra before moving south.

He then slowly knelt down, his eyes glued to mine as he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my leggings and panties as well. His warm fingers glided all the way down my legs as he slowly undressed me, tossing my clothes off to the side.

The moment felt subtle but intense at the same time. Heat rushed throughout my body just with Roman’s eyes on me; by the way his hands ran softly along my curves, worshipping every part of me.

Soon enough, my bra was tossed away along with Roman’s boxers, and we were settled under the fall of the steaming water from the shower. The warm water felt like heaven against my back, and the feeling of being in Roman’s arms made the amazing sensation double.

“How did it feel,” I started softly, rubbing softly against his tattooed pectoral, “when you pinned him? All by yourself. What went through your head?”

I didn’t need to look up to know the look on Roman’s face. It was like I could hear the gears turning in his head as he replayed his historic moment.

“Grateful.” He replied simply, arms wrapped around me like he was my personal bodyguard. “I felt grateful that I was given that moment. I was grateful for all my fans and all my haters. All of it got me here.”

He dipped his chin, his eyes gazing over my body underneath him. “But the main thing that went through my head was that I knew my wife was waiting for me backstage. I could already picture the look on her face as she stood there, her eyes telling the whole story of how proud she was of me. That was the main thing.”

My lips parted with a half-laugh, half-sob. I clung to Roman even harder, craving his protective presence.

“I am so proud of you.” I started again, this time lifting my head so I could look into those dark irises. “So, so proud of you.“

Roman’s smile was contagious. His perfect teeth showed, the apples of his cheeks so round and perfect. I lifted my hand, running down the side of his face and through his stubbled cheek and jawline.

“Got any celebration plans?” I questioned, already knowing the answer. I always liked to joke with him, because he has never been the biggest party guy. Especially not after an incident at a bar that ended up with ketchup sprayed all along his back and a screaming stranger who had no idea who the fuck he was messing with.

“I do, actually,” He replied, his hands trailing farther down and softly but firmly gripping my ass. I splayed my hands against his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my palms. He dipped my mouth towards the shell of my ear. “And it involves your pretty ass to get down on your knees right now.”

My brows shot up. Not from the bizarreness of it all, but because of how unexpected it was. But when my man suggested anything that I could do to make him feel better, I would do it in a heartbeat.

Especially when it involved getting my hands on the part of him that only I get to see.

Grinning from ear to ear, I rose to my tip toes and placed one firm kiss on his lips before slowly lowering myself down onto the floor. The tile bit into my knees, but the pain did nothing to overtake the hot and exciting sensation that started to flood my body. I gripped his growing erection with both hands, the skin-to-skin contact causing a sharp exhale from the man above me.

“Is this what you were talking about?” I asked, my hands moving skillfully and they twisted and pumped around his hard length. “Is this the kind of celebration you want?”

Roman gazed down at me, taking one large hand and collecting all of my hair in his grip. The slight sharpness of pain from tugging my hair did nothing but excite me even more.

“Yes, baby—” he whispered just as I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock. He sucked in another sharp breath as I slowly took him into my mouth. My tongue immediately lapped around his hardness, feeling the veins popping through his erected skin. “—yes, baby.” He repeated even louder.

My moments were slow—sensual. My hands worked softly around him while I continued to work him in my mouth. All the heat in my body traveled downwards every time a soft pant or groan left Roman’s lips. I took my time, making sure to please every single part of him, as he deserved the best celebration ever.

“Yes, keep going, baby. You do me so fucking good.” Roman panted, a soft thump sounding as his head fell back against the wall of the shower. I kept my pace, sliding one of my hands from his length back to cup his balls, massaging them in my hands.

I could tell by his loud panting and twitching cock that he was slowly but surely approaching the edge. But what I was not expecting was my body to be lifted off the ground, my his cock driving out of my lips with an audible ‘pop.’

My back was suddenly against the wall, and I was trapped between that very wall and my champion of a man. He propped one of my legs up against his hip, forcing me to feel the hardness of him against my hot core. Droplets of water raced down his face as he caressed my cheeks and leaned his forehead against my own.

“Did I forget to mention it also involved this?”

Suddenly, his whole cock was driven inside of me.

A loud gasp tore through my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face into the crook between his shoulder and his neck. The full sensation of him always took me by storm, igniting a crazy flame in my entire body. My body never seemed to get used to his size, as the stretch felt like it was the first time.

“Oh my god, Roman—“ I squeaked, my knuckles turning white as I gripped my hands so hard. His lips ghosted over my skin as he worked his hips and thrusted his cock into me with a methodical rhythm. My clit bounced off his pelvic bone with each thrust, which built the hot feeling in my lower stomach even more.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” Roman panted, crushing his lips against my own. I whimpered against his plush lips, which then turned into a gasp as I was hoisted up into his arms. My legs were flailed over his arms, which gave him all power over me. All I could do was hold on for dear life, even though I knew he would never let me fall.

He then lowered me down onto him fully, which drove his cock way deeper than before. A sound that was pretty close to a scream rippled through my throat as he bounced me on top of him.

“Let me hear you, honey. I love the sounds you make when I’m fucking you like this.”

I thought that I was the one giving him a little treat; instead, it feels like he’s giving me a mind blowing prize of his own.

My orgasm drew closer and closer just by the thought that my noises were secretly getting Roman off—driving him crazy. I let my mouth fall open so any sort of audible sound I made would be heard.

“Too good…” I whispered, running my fingers through his drenched hair. “You fuck me so good.”

“Yeah? Is that right, pretty girl?”

When I didn’t respond right away—as I was drunk over the way Roman’s cock pumped inside of me—his rhythmic thrusts suddenly turned violent. His hips snapped against my own, the clapping sound echoing off of walls. Loud moans lurched through my throat, my orgasm now on the very peak of breaking through.

“Isn’t that right, pretty girl?” Roman asked again when I still hadn’t responded, his voice deeper and bolder. I frantically nodded my head, my pussy clenching around his cock.

“Yes! Yes you fuck me so good—“

A loud, drawn-out moan from my mouth pierced the air as my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My body went totally limp in Roman’s arms as he held me up, fucking me softly through my high.

“Atta, girl.” He whispered, keeping his slow rhythm as he soothed me out. I leaned forward, kissing him deeply while running my hands along his masculine body.

He gave me a good treat, now I need to give him an even better one.

“Faster,” I panted, gripping onto his building triceps. “I need to feel you come inside of me.”

A low, dominant growl left Roman’s mouth. He placed me down on the ground, then spinning me around and pinning me against the wall once more. I pressed my palms against the smooth tiled walls as Roman’s cock slid into me with ease.

He reached forwards, looping his arms into mine and pulling me back against him as he ruthlessly pounded into me. I found it so impressive that he had this much power and energy after having a forty minute match.

“Jesus Christ,” Roman muttered, splaying kisses along my neck and back. “You feel so fucking good. So perfect.”

The next two minutes were overwhelmingly perfect. My legs were trembling under my weight to the point where Roman was technically lifting me up along with himself. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, spilling and milking himself in my warmth.

Our heavy pants were synced as we both came down from our highs. Roman slowly eased out of me, his semen slowly started to leak down my legs. The shower washed it away quicker than I liked, but at least I was able to get the erotic sight of it.

“Were you satisfied with your celebration plans?” I asked through soft breaths, turning my head to look into those deep eyes of his. A soft smile grew on his lips as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on my shoulder. He reached for the body soap bottle against the wall, pumping two splotches of it in his hands before slowly starting to spread the soap over my body.

“Best celebration I ever had. Ain’t no beating that.” He replied, continuing to bath me under the water that seemed almost too warm for comfort. I closed my eyes, soaking in the softness of him at that very moment.

“I love you, baby. Congratulations.” I whispered, leaning my head back against his broad shoulder. He tilted his head, planting a long, firm kiss on my temple.

“Thank you, honey. I love you even more.” He whispered back. He stayed there for a while, basking in the warm feeling of everything that’s seemed to become calmer since his match ended. But me?

I was proud that I pulled off a hell of a celebration.

[h3avenlyglory]

Navidad

wc-1.107k

Summary- Spending Christmas morning with Rio and the girls.

A/n: I MISS CHRISTMAS!! I've been in a holly jolly Christmas mood and never got to release Christmas fics last year so I don't care y'all getting it now!!

CW-SFW, fluff, kissing, wholesome, some humor, I also do name insert({#1}, {#2}) for the twins so you can imagine whatever names you want, Spanish from Google Translate (unfortunately).

Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones come together to celebrate the gift of being together. It was a beautiful experience, especially with you and your husband, Rio.

Rio wasn't a big holiday guy before he saw his girls. When he laid eyes on them, he fell in love with everything he never thought he would have. You and the girls changed his outlook on many things, so much so that Christmas became something he looked forward to, just to see the smiles and lights in his family's eyes.

Everyone came to your house for Christmas. Why? Because you two always went above and beyond. From decorations to food, it was top-notch every year. Rio handled all the finances, and you took care of all the ‘pretty things,’ as he called them.

That year, you decided it was just going to be you two and the girls. No special guests—just your small family, cozy and private. You had spent every previous Christmas with family, but you felt it was time to stay in with your man and the girls.

The sun slowly rose over the snowy town, light streaming through blinds and curtains. The house was quiet with the hum of the AC and the fridge cycling. You were wrapped in Rio's arms, head buried in the pillow as he kept a strong hold around your waist.

The house was calm and peaceful, but it was Christmas morning—that definitely wasn't going to last long.

“MAMA, PA!” The twins' feet could be heard running toward your room, squealing with energy. They burst in, slamming the door against the wall and running on either side of the bed. One tugging you, the other tugging Rio.

“Wake up!” they yelled in sync, stomping excitedly and impatiently.

“Come on, mama, we gotta get up," Rio’s voice still rough from sleep, whispering in your ear.

“Five more minutes," you muttered under your breath.

“If we wait five more minutes, they'll be jumping on us," he grinned and pressed his lips to your ear, gently caressing your smooth brown skin.

“You're right," you giggled, sitting up and looking at the girls, who didn't seem willing to wait any longer.

“Okay, okay, we're coming. We'll meet you downstairs!” Rio shooed the girls, who wasted no time rushing down the stairs, shoving each other like football players.

“Slow down!” you yelled after them, climbing out of bed and slipping into your slippers. Rio did the same, and you both headed to the door, where he stopped you.

“Hey,” he said, turning your body toward him, “Feliz Navidad, mi vida.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing your arms affectionately.

“Merry Christmas, baby," you smiled, feeling content as his warmth spread through you.

“Te amo," he tilted his head down and pressed a warm kiss to your neck.

“Te amo," you replied, arms subconsciously wrapping around him.

“Mama, papa!! Hurry!” The twins’ squeal cut your moment short. You looked at each other and laughed before heading downstairs.

The girls were already sitting crossed-legged by the Christmas tree, jittery and unable to sit still.

“Now?” they asked.

“Not yet, just a second," you answered while making coffee.

“Now?” they asked again a few minutes later.

“Not yet, mi amor," Rio replied this time.

“Now?!” They couldn't contain themselves, full of thrill and suspense, just having to wait was nearly impossible.

A warm smile spread across your face. Their nagging was usually annoying, but seeing their excitement was irresistible. You remembered being a kid on Christmas morning, unable to control yourself while staring at your gifts, wondering what was inside each one, and if the biggest one was yours.

"Okay, now," you said. The girls sprinted under the tree and grabbed the first present they saw. You and Rio sat on the couch watching them rip the paper apart to get to the goodies inside.

“LEGOS!” {#1} shouted so loudly Santa could hear her.

"MAMA, I GOT THE NEW DOLL! OH MY GOD, I LOVE YOU!" {#2} exclaimed, dramatic and extra as always.

The sounds of ripping paper, squeals, and Christmas music filled the house with pure joy. A smile on your face that you couldn't wipe away, warmth and pride filling you as you watched your girls.

Christmas was that day of joy—one day that couldn't be spoiled, a day dedicated to pure happiness from dawn to end, and you were more than happy to give your girls that feeling.

“Mommy, I can't fit this hat! Can you?" {#2} said, holding her hat toward you. Before you could reply, Rio stepped in.

“I don't think so, baby. Mommy's head is too big," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear.

“Rio,” you playfully gasped, pushing his arm, "Really?! That was mean of you!"

“I'm joking, just joking," he chuckled, earning an eye roll from you.

“But he's right, mommy can't fit it," you admitted reluctantly, and she skipped back to her presents.

As the girls kept tearing their presents and bragging about what they got, you prepared Christmas breakfast so that once they expended all their energy, they could refill on cinnamon rolls, fruit, eggs, and more—then spend the day playing.

You were rolling dough when two arms wrapped around you, and suddenly, warm breath brushed your neck.

You felt his smile against your skin as he pecked your neck and gently massaged your thighs.

“I have a surprise for you," he said, piquing your curiosity. You turned your head to look at him.

“I thought we agreed only the girls would get gifts this year," you said, confusion and curiosity mingling.

“Yeah, I know. It’s small. I couldn't resist getting you something," he said, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

He held it out, and you opened it.

A necklace—a heart-shaped locket, gold, delicate, with the girls' initials on the front and yours and Rio's on the back. Inside, there was a family photo on one side and an infinity symbol with all your initials on the other.

“I thought it was a nice idea—maybe a little cheesy, like a Hallmark movie, but—"

“It's beautiful," you interrupted, kissing his cheek.

Rio, the big, tough man most are intimidated by, blushed a little. You could see it.

“Thank you, I love you," you said, smiling even more widely.

“I love you too," he replied, helping you put the necklace on.

Navidad or Christmas—that one day of the year when families and loved ones gather to celebrate the gift of togetherness.

The one day when only love and joy filled every home.

You couldn't help loving it.

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•Innocent — [a bigdog!Roman x f!!reader one shot] 🌼 Joe is supposed to be on top of the world when he wins the 2015 Royal Rumble but the fans in Philadelphia’s reaction sucked all of the wind out of his sails. While on the road with Jimmy and Jey to the next city, he receives a text message from y/n and gets a reminder of just what he’s doing this for.

•Old Habits - [an OTC!Roman x f!Reader smutfic] 💋 With his Wrestlemania match against CM Punk less than a month away, Roman is starting to realize that he may need to tap into a side of him that he promised you he wouldn't bring out in a while and you may be the only one who can help.

•Homecoming - [an OTC! Roman x f!Reader smutfic] 💋 Roman finally gets to celebrate his 2026 Royal Rumble win with you.

• Tennessee Whiskey - 🌼💋 the night starts out innocent enough in Nashville for your cousin’s wedding. but after a certain otc keeps feeding you whiskey sours during the reception, he gets to deal with the repercussions. part two. part three. part four

• All For Us - [a TribalChief!Roman x f!Reader series] 🌼💋✨ Your husband has dragged his family along on one of the greatest storylines in the history of this business. The American Nightmare wants to rip everything he has built for you away and the Tribal Chief can't have that. From Wrestlemania 39 to Wrestlemania XL, watch him try to manage his family, his legacy and keep Cody Rhodes from poking his nose into business he's got no right to meddle in.

• Do I Wanna Know? [a Joe Anoa'i/Roman Reigns x Gionna Daddio/Liv Morgan request] ✨ "I thought we were going to keep it casual," she said gently.

"Man, fuck casual," Joe said with a shake of his head, lowering his volume as a stage tech passed them. "We said that before you were out there dry humpin' Rey's kid every week."

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• are you listening, yet? - [ a Punk x f!reader series] ✨🌼💋 welcome to the big leagues, kid. you are the newest female superstar on the Raw roster. cm punk is the grizzled veteran who has been around the block a time or two. everybody knows you don’t bother cm punk out of fear of his short temper — so what are you supposed to do when cm punk bothers you?

• sweet home chicago - [ a Punk x f!reader one shot ] 🌼 you have a nine hour layover in Chicago and he has planned every second of it to give you the full experience.

• comfort zone [ a continuation of Sweet Home Chicago ]💋✨ you finally find yourself at wrestlemania week with Phil and can’t believe how much fun you’re having. when he agrees to go to jey uso’s pre-wrestlemania bash you’re surprised, after all it’s so far out of his comfort zone. but then again, you’ve been pushing him past his comfort zone since you flew out of chicago two weeks ago.

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• Back to Friends ✨🌼💋 One summer night, you and your older brother's best friend hook up. He leaves the next morning for the road and you're left with picking up the pieces he just left behind. Three months later, you haven't heard from him but he's back home in Davenport for a month to launch a coffee brand and focus on the school and has every intention of getting through to you.

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Speak Now [ a Cody Rhodes x F! OC series ] Valencia Parker and Cody Rhodes have always been the only two in the friend group that didn't see what everybody else could. An undeniable chemistry that had been built over years of friendship and trust. When Valencia calls Cody to tell him that she's engaged, he realizes he's missed his opportunity on one of the coolest girls in the world -- but reluctantly agrees to fly back to Georgia to help sabotage the wedding of Val's dreams to a guy he knows isn't right for her.

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the main event pt. 1 // jey uso x blackfem!reader ღ

ღ pairings: jey uso x black!reader, jey uso x blackfem!reader, jey uso x reader

ღ summary: it’s your first ever pro-wrestling event weekend and jey uso recognizes you during your meet and greet

ღ warnings: slight flirting & sexual innuendos but that’s it

ღ word count: 2,255

author’s note: ideally, you’d be in your late 20s, maybe early 30s in this. didn’t know if adding an age would take away from it being a reader fic. but you’re free to imagine whatever post-college age you’d like.

your eyelids fluttered shut as you stood in line, taking in a deep breath through your nose and exhaling from your mouth. for a moment the loud chatter of the mall falls second to your intentional thoughts of grounding yourself, your breathing taking priority over the uneasy feeling in your body. your nerves are shot. your stomach felt like it was in your ass. and you were desperately trying to get a grip on reality.

this year was different, it had to be. you decided in january that you would no longer let fear or anxiousness be the deciding factor in what you did or experienced in your life. you were almost the complete opposite when you were younger. you had been very sociable in college, going to any party and event that you could make time for. allowing yourself to miss a few hours of sleep if it meant that you could look back at your college experience and smile. however, as life changed and adult problems took over, you had less time to dedicate to your social life. and not only less time, but less willpower to make time. plans were often canceled by you. excuses rolled off your tongue so much that even you started to believe them. and, somewhere along the line, the isolation allowed space for anxiety to grow. suddenly the excuse became less about being tired and more about fear. it wasn’t until years later that you were able to recognize that you’d become recluse to the point that you were now very against doing anything outside of your comfortable routine.

but recently you had become tired of the isolating feeling that is missing out on things because you couldn’t muster up the courage to face your fears and insecurities. tired of not having much in common with your peers. tired of the loneliness that came with not having many memories to look back on. and, god, were you tired of giving in to your anxiety and watching reruns of your favorite shows instead of trying anything new.

today is your first real step in a new direction. it’s your first in-person experience at a pro-wrestling premium live event and you decided that you would make it the best experience possible. you’ve loved the sport since you were a young girl and found yourself in online communities becoming comfortable enough to post your thoughts publicly, bonding with women and men alike over your favorite wrestlers. you’d seen hundreds of other fans post their pictures and videos of their ple experiences, meeting the wrestlers and reacting to major moments in real time. it was a dream to attend a show and make your own memories, but you made every excuse in the book not to reach it.

when summerslam was announced in your city, it was a wake up call. either you were going to reach for your dreams or live an unfulfilled life of watching everyone around you do it instead. so you bit the bullet. you got yourself a ticket to summerslam, and a meet and greet experience that was sponsored by fanatics.

now you stood in line at a local mall, trying to regain control of your racing thoughts as you waited to meet one of your favorite wrestlers, jey uso. there had to be only about fifteen people ahead of you now. or, at least, you guessed there were. you couldn’t exactly focus on counting while main event jey uso himself was standing no more than fifteen feet away.

you watched closely as he greeted fan after fan, smiling, posing for pictures and repeat. each meeting had minor differences but they were generally the same and you were grateful. at least you could know what to expect by the time you make it to the front of the line. that alone helped calmed the nervous feeling in your chest significantly.

after stepping forward once more, you found yourself letting your eyes wander over his entire frame for the first time in person. the matching tan t-shirt and shorts set he wore complimented his skin very well, flowing with the curves of his muscles effortlessly and putting the tribal tattoos that adorned his arms and legs on display. you had to admit, he looked even sexier than he did on your tv or phone screen.

you’d never deny that you were attracted to him and damn near his whole family at this point. they are good looking men, and they’re great at what they do in and out of the ring. which only adds to the attraction factor for you. there’s nothing better than a man that knows exactly what he’s doing and looks good doing it, no matter what it is.

you continued to watch him as he looked around, waving at a few younger fans who caught his eye. his gaze continued to wander until he looked in what seemed to be your direction. your movements halted for a moment at the possibility of him actually looking at you in the sea of fans waiting around you. his eyes squinted before a sly smile spread across his face. his tongue swiped across his bottom lip just before he turned his head towards the next fan in line. you opened your mouth slightly to let out a breath that you weren’t even aware you’d been holding.

“see, you’re nervous for no reason. he’s not even looking at you.” you thought to yourself. the realization that you might’ve been thinking a bit too hard about this meeting was helping you to calm down. “it’ll be quick. two minutes tops, then you’re done. you can check it off the list.”

by the time you’d gotten to the front of the line, you’d convinced yourself that jey never actually looked at you. in your mind, there was no way he’d be able to single you out with the hundreds of fans in attendance at the mall today. this thought helped you remain as calm as possible as you stood at the front of the line, watching the family of four that waited in front you finally get their time to talk to jey before taking their picture and saying their goodbyes.

“oh shit.” you thought. “i’m next.”

as if on cue, jey turned to face you just as a woman on the fanatics staff team tells you that it’s your turn. you look from jey to her and back to jey before taking the first steps towards him. he’s already eyeing you head to toe as you walk. the cropped shirt of his face and mini jean skirt that you wore felt more like lingerie under his gaze. it felt like the blood in your veins was now boiling as the reality of what you were doing finally set in.

“oh, i know you.” your eyebrows furrowed as you stopped in front of him. he was looking into your eyes now and that sly smile from earlier had returned.

“how you know me?” you asked.

“what’d you say? you gon’ show me a real main event, huh? what *that* look like?” your eyes widened at his words and he let out a laugh once it was evident that you remembered the tweet he referred to. it was absolutely just a throwaway tweet about a video of him yeeting very close to a woman in the crowd. he was shirtless, sweat dripping down his torso as he placed his hands on the mystery woman’s shoulders. you couldn’t help but to envy her position in the video, so you may have tweeted something alluding to what you’d do if you were in her position. it was just a joke. mostly. in reality, you would’ve had the same reaction as the woman in the video. smiling ear to ear, recording on your cell phone, not really sure how else to react to being so close to someone you’ve watched on tv for half of your life. it was definitely not something that he was actually supposed to see.

“uhhh, i—“ you couldn’t even get your words

out, burning with embarrassment while biting your lip as you stood there and tried to think of something to say. jey’s eyes never left yours as you did. the corners of his mouth curved into an amused smile, making it apparent to you that he was enjoying the sight of watching you squirm.

“uh huh, right.” he teased.

“it- uh.. looks exactly like what you do every monday, mr. main event. yeah.” you told him with a smile, holding back a laugh because you were clearly bullshitting and couldn’t take yourself seriously. what else were you supposed to do when he was staring into your eyes like he was daring you to say something wild to his face? he let that intimidating gaze of his linger on you for a moment longer before licking his bottom lip.

“mhm, i bet. witcho’ cute ass. c’mere.” his arms stretched out to you and he snatched you flush against his body into a hug. the compliment and the sudden contact collaborating to make butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. the smile you wore only grew as you took in the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body. he felt like heaven and smelled like desire in that moment. you melted into his arms, so engulfed in everything that is just him that you almost forgot to look at the camera for the picture before it flashed.

“thank you.” your voice came out softly as he released you.

“no problem, baby.” you shared one last look before you passed him, beginning to walk away from his area and back into the general population of the mall. he called out to you before you could get too far.

“aye, don’t give nobody else my main event.” his voice came out deep and smooth, but playful. you looked back at him, your smile smaller now but definitely still noticeable.

“i won’t, i promise!” you replied, letting out a laugh afterwards. jey smiled at you, giving you a look that could blur the lines between playful and serious real quick. you didn’t think much of it, just walked away from the interaction feeling more satisfied than you could’ve imagined.

the floor beneath you felt like clouds as you walked away from the large crowds and long lines of fans waiting to meet their favorite wrestlers. the food court was your new destination. with all of the excitement of the day, you had forgotten to eat. the rumbling ache in your belly was becoming more apparent now that your big moment was over. after weaving through the waves of people walking around, you managed to find the food court.

you settled on a burger and fries from five guys, knowing that it would hold you over at least until it was time to travel to the stadium for summerslam. you found a small, empty table and chose to sit down there to eat your food while you checked your phone. you were eager to update your twitter with your picture with jey and only a few details of the encounter. the whole thing felt so precious to you, like something to be savored, cherished, and kept to yourself. as much as you wanted your mutuals to know everything that happened, you wanted it to remain as a special moment between just you and jey even more. at least, until you had the opportunity to tell your best friend. there’s no way you’d be able to keep any of this from her.

with a smile plastered across your face, you decided to post your picture. just the caption “my main event @WWEUsos” accompanying the photo of the two of you hugging. a separate tweet of you saying “jey recognized me from on here so it’s safe to say i’ll never tweet about him again”. the specifics of the meeting were for you and jey only at this moment in time. and you preferred it that way.

after summerslam ended, you were still reeling in the high of everything as you moved with the crowd of the stadium to the parking lot. the show was perfect. seeing all of your favorite wrestlers live, coupled with the energy of thousands of likeminded fans who were just as excited as you were was a high that you had no way of anticipating. the live experience was electrifying, and you definitely were hooked now. there’s no way you won’t be able to see every show live when they’re in your city now. not to mention that possibly seeing jey again would be a plus as well.

after the long walk to your car, you locked the doors and relaxed in the driver’s seat. the stadium was sold out for summerslam, and you knew better than to fight with all of the cars that were currently trying to leave the parking lots. in no rush to leave, you pulled your phone out of your purse, recognized the thousands of notifications from twitter alone. you knew that tweets like those went viral all the time, but you weren’t quite expecting it to blow up the way it did. you took the time to scroll through your replies, liking or replying to your mutuals and favorite responses. it didn’t take long to clear your notifications, but you couldn’t help but notice the tiny number 1 on the corner of your messages.

WWEUsos sent you a message