spooky scary skeletons | jey u.
parings: jey uso x black! reader
smut 18+ | innocence kink.
ᯓᡣ𐭩: a halloween party sends jey into an uproar.
yes ik it’s july…BUT, in honor of my new glasses coming in…here’s halloween in the summer.
the liquor nearly wasted on jey's lap when you walked in. he couldn't tell if we was the glasses or that short...short fuckin' mini skirt. or the orange stockings and garter belt on your thigh.
he blinked hard, thinkin' maybe his eyes was playin' tricks on him. but nah, it was really you, standin' there in that whole velma dinkley getup from them scooby doo cartoons his little cousins used to watch. them thick-framed glasses sittin' all cute on your nose, makin' your eyes look bigger than usual.
"what the hell…" he mumbled, his mouth suddenly dry as the mojave.
it'd been what? three months since the draft split y'all up? three months of facetime calls that ain't never enough, three months of him fallin' asleep with his phone on his chest, hopin' you'd call.
"surprise," you said, twirlin' around so the pleated skirt flared out, givin' him a glimpse of what might be underneath. "thought i'd crash the halloween party."
jey set his drink down before he could spill it for real. his hands was shakin' too much to trust himself.
he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing too late he'd let some of his drink escape. the party around him faded to background noise—just colors and sounds that didn't matter. not when you were standing there looking like every fantasy he'd ever had.
"they ain't tell me you was comin'," he said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be. "smackdown let you off the hook?"
you shrugged, adjustin' them glasses in a way that made his heart do stupid shit in his chest. "i might've called in a favor or two. wanted to see my favorite uso."
the way you said "uso" with that little innocent smile—like you ain't know exactly what you was doin' to him—had jey grippin' the edge of the table. you was always playin' this game, actin' all sweet and naive when he knew damn well you understood the effect you had.
"c'mere," he finally managed, pushin' out the chair next to him with his foot. "lemme get a proper look at you."
the party around them faded into background noise as you walked toward him, them orange stockings makin' your legs look like they went on for days.
jey swallowed hard, watching as you slid into the seat beside him. your perfume hit him like a right hook, something sweet and warm that made his head spin a little.
"how's raw treatin' you?" you asked, leanin' forward on your elbows, innocent as ever while jey tried his hardest not to stare at the nipple piercings poking through your cropped orange polo shirt.
"s'aight," he shrugged, reaching for his drink to give his hands something to do. "solo run is different, y'know? jimmy got his own shit and roman doin' his own thing." he took a sip, the alcohol burning less than the way your knee accidentally brushed against his under the table. "ratings been good though. creative finally lettin' me cook."
you nodded, that little smile playing at your lips. "i saw your match last monday. that splash from the top rope? had the whole locker room screaming."
jey felt his chest puff up a little at that, couldn't help it. "yeah? you watchin' me, ma?"
"always," you said, then quickly added, "gotta keep tabs on the competition, right?"
that was how it always went between y'all. this dance of almost-something, never quite crossing the line. three years of backstage run-ins, shared car rides, late night diner stops after shows. three years of him wanting more but never making a move 'cause something about you seemed too… pure. too good for what the road had to offer.
"how 'bout smackdown? they treatin' my girl right?" he asked, immediately regretting the "my girl" slip. but you didn't seem to notice, or at least pretended not to.
"storyline with charlotte is picking up. might get a title shot at the next pay-per-view," you said, eyes bright behind those glasses. "women's division is stacked right now though."
"you deserve that shot," jey said, meaning it. he'd seen how hard you worked, staying late at every arena, putting in extra hours at the performance center. "ain't nobody got that in-ring psychology like you."
you ducked your head, that little blush creeping up your neck the way it always did when he complimented you. "thanks, jey. means a lot coming from you."
the party bumped around them, superstars in various states of costume and drunkenness. someone had cranked up the music, and the bass thumped through the floor.
you shifted in your seat, subtly arching your back just enough that your ass pushed out a little more against that tight skirt.
jey's throat went dry as he watched you reach for your polo, fingers toying with another button before popping it open. the movement exposed more of your chest, the swell of your breasts now barely contained. he tried to look away, tried to be respectful, but his eyes kept wandering back.
you were pretending not to notice, looking around the party like you hadn't just deliberately given him a better view. like this was all innocent. but jey knew better. three years of this game had taught him your tells.
"think i need somethin' stronger than this," you said, gesturing to the half-empty drinks on the table. "shots?"
"shots," jey agreed, maybe too quickly. anything to break this tension, to give his hands something to do besides reach for you.
you flagged down a server, ordering tequila for both of you. jey watched the way you leaned forward, the way your skirt rode up just a little higher on your thighs. he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly.
"so," you said, turning back to him with that same innocent smile. "how's solo life? must be nice having your own hotel room for once."
the mention of hotel rooms sent jey's mind places it shouldn't go. images of you sprawled across his bed, glasses crooked, orange stockings still on…
"it's quiet," he managed. "too quiet sometimes, y'know? used to jimmy's snoring."
the shots arrived, and you picked one up, holding it between delicate fingers. "to reunions," you said, lifting it toward him.
jey clinked his glass against yours. "to reunions."
you licked the salt off your hand, knocked back the shot, and bit into the lime wedge without breaking eye contact.
"another?" you asked, already signaling for more.
"you tryna get me drunk, velma?" he teased, but his heart was hammering. the space between y'all seemed to be shrinking with each passing minute.
"i thought we were having fun tonight?" you replied, with a small smile on your face and a tilt of your head
the server brought another round, and jey knocked his back immediately, needing the liquid courage.
the tequila shot hit jey's system like a match to gasoline, warming him from inside out. three shots in and he was feeling loose, watching you lick salt off your hand for the third time. this whole night felt like a fever dream—you showing up outta nowhere in that costume that was doing criminal things to his imagination.
jey wasn't stupid. he knew what was happening between y'all. this wasn't some high school crush shit. this was pure, primal want. you looked good—too damn good—and you knew it. the way you kept "accidentally" brushing against him, the way you kept playing with them glasses, pushing them up your nose with one finger. innocent movements that somehow felt like the furthest thing from innocent.
"you hot?" you asked, fanning yourself with one hand. "feels like they turned the heat up in here."
jey nodded, not trusting himself to speak. he was hot alright, but it had nothing to do with the room temperature.
the dj switched tracks and the unmistakable beat of megan thee stallion filled the room. your eyes lit up behind them glasses, and before jey could process what was happening, your hand was on his wrist.
"come dance with me," you said, tugging him up from his chair. "i love this song."
jey let himself be pulled toward the dance floor, his heart pounding in his ears louder than the bass. you looked back at him over your shoulder, that same innocent smile that drove him crazy.
"i ain't much of a dan—" he started, but the words died in his throat as you positioned yourself in front of him, back to his chest.
without warning, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip, pressing back against him as the beat dropped. jey's brain short-circuited as you threw it back, your ass grinding against him in a way that left nothing to the imagination.
"fuck," he muttered under his breath as your skirt rode up, giving him a clear view of the orange thong that matched your stockings. the thin strip of fabric disappeared between your cheeks, and jey felt his self-control slipping away like sand through fingers.
you looked back at him again, eyes wide behind them glasses like you wasn't just throwing that ass in a circle on him.
you straightened up slightly, grinding slow against him while looking back with that same innocent smile. "am i doing it right?" you giggled before twisting your hips in a slow circle
jey's hand tightened on your hip, pulling you closer against him. he was hard now, no way to hide it with how close you were dancing. but you didn't pull away—if anything, you pressed back harder, your movements matching the dirty lyrics pumping through the speakers.
you rolled your hips back against him, the movement sending sparks up your spine as the beat pulsed through the dance floor. each drop of the bass had you pushing back harder, your ass grinding against his obvious hardness. jey's fingers dug deeper into your hips, his eyes dazed by the sight of your ass jiggling and smacking in against his lap.
without warning, his hands slid lower, rough fingertips tracing the exposed skin between your stockings and the hem of your skirt. your breath caught as his touch moved inward, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. his fingers tensed, hesitating at the edge of your skirt, but you pressed them further, letting him feel the heat between your legs through the thin fabric of your thong. the contact made you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the sound threatening to escape.
the tequila was definitely hitting now, warming your blood and loosening your inhibitions. combined with the pregame drinks you'd shared with jaida before heading over—those vodka sodas that had you all giggling in the hotel room while getting ready—you were feeling deliciously dizzy.
jey's fingers traced higher, just barely grazing the edge of your thong. the sensation sent a shiver through you, making your movements falter for just a second before you found the rhythm again.
"damn, mama," he whispered against your ear, his voice deeper than you'd ever heard it.
suddenly, you straightened up, smoothing down your skirt as if nothing had happened. you turned to face him, adjusting your glasses with one finger, the picture of innocence.
"i need to freshen up," you said with a small, demure smile, batting your eyelashes behind your frames. "bathroom break. don't go anywhere, okay?"
jey stood there looking dazed, his hands resting on your ass. you could see the outline of his hardness straining against his pants, and a small thrill ran through you knowing you'd done that to him.
"yo…yo, you serious right now?" he asked, voice rough with need. "you can't just—"
"i'll be right back," you promised, standing on tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "save my spot?"
you turned and walked away before he could respond, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips, feeling his eyes burning into your back as you disappeared into the crowd.
the music from the party became a dull thud as the bathroom door swung shut behind you. the harsh led lights made you blink for a moment before your eyes adjusted. thankfully, you had the place to yourself—perfect for what you needed.
you stepped up to the mirror, catching sight of your flushed face and slightly disheveled hair. a laugh bubbled up from your chest as you took in your appearance—glasses slightly askew, lipstick a little smudged, and that hungry look in your eyes that couldn't be hidden.
"perfect," you whispered to your reflection, running fingers through your hair to give a more wild curled look. you adjusted your glasses, making sure they sat perfectly on your nose—that innocent librarian look that drove him crazy.
your fingers moved to your orange polo, unbuttoning one more button at the top. you pulled the fabric taut against your chest, making sure the outline of your nipple piercings pressed visibly against the thin material. the metal bars beneath the fabric sent a little shiver through you as you adjusted them to be more prominent.
the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you leaned forward, examining your handiwork. the combination of the low-cut top, the mini skirt, and those orange stockings was doing exactly what you'd hoped. jey's reaction on the dance floor had confirmed it—the way his hands had gripped your hips, the hardness you'd felt pressing against you.
three years of dancing around each other, of lingering touches that went nowhere, of late-night texts that stopped just short of crossing the line. three years of watching him flirt with you then back away like you were too pure to corrupt.
"tonight, i'm getting what i want," you murmured, applying another coat of lip gloss. the slight shine made your lips look fuller, more kissable. "i give him one hour, tops. before he's begging."
you straightened up, practicing your innocent smile once more—the one that made you look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth while you plotted the filthiest things imaginable. the contrast between your appearance and your intentions sent another thrill through you.
a final check—skirt hitched up just enough to show the tops of your stockings, polo tight enough to emphasize your curves, hair tousled in that way that suggested someone had already been running their hands through it.
you took a deep breath, ready to make your move. as you reached for the door handle, it suddenly flew inward, catching you off guard. jey stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with something that made your heart skip. before you could say a word, he stepped forward, pushing you back into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him.
"jey? what are you—" you started, widening your eyes in that innocent way you'd perfected. your hands fluttered nervously at your sides as you backed up against the sink.
"don't play with me," he growled, voice rough as he locked the door with a decisive click. "you know exactly what you been doin' all night."
you tilted your head, adjusting your glasses with one finger. "i don't know what you mean," you whispered, the lie tasting sweet on your tongue as you hopped up onto the sink counter in one fluid motion.
jey's eyes narrowed, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. "three years," he said, stepping closer. "three years of you doin' this shit."
you leaned back slightly, letting your knees fall open. the pleated skirt rode up your thighs, revealing more of the orange stockings and the garter belt holding them up. with deliberate slowness, you spread your legs wider, watching his expression change as he caught sight of your thong—the thin orange string barely visible between your swollen lips, the fabric darkened with your wetness.
"oh," you breathed out, as if just realizing your position. "is this too much?" you asked, voice dripping with fake concern while your fingers played with the hem of your skirt, lifting it higher.
jey's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked between your legs. "you soaked through em," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "this what you been hidin' under that skirt all night?"
you bit your lower lip, blinking up at him through your lashes. "i didn't think anyone would notice," you said softly, shifting your hips forward until you were perched right on the edge of the sink. the movement caused the thin string of your thong to disappear further between your folds.
"fuck," jey breathed, moving closer until he stood between your spread legs. his large hands came to rest on your thighs, just above the stockings. the heat of his palms burned through your skin. "you know what you doin' to me, mama? you know how hard it's been keepin' my hands off you?"
you shook your head, maintaining that wide-eyed expression even as you reached for his wrist, guiding his hand higher up your thigh. "i'm just being friendly," you asked. "isn't that what friends do, jey?"
jey's laugh was dark, disbelieving. his fingers tightened on your thighs as they slid under your skirt. his thumb brushed against the soaked fabric of your thong, making you gasp despite yourself.
"just bein' friendly, huh?" he asked, voice rough as his thumb circled your clothed clit, feeling how wet you were through the thin material. "this how you greet all yo lil friends?"
your thighs trembled as he applied more pressure, the rough pad of his thumb sending sparks through your body. you fought to maintain your character, but your breathing was becoming ragged.
"i—i don't know what you mean," you whispered, your voice catching as he hooked one finger under the string of your thong, pulling it aside to expose you fully to him. the cool air of the bathroom hit your wet center, making you shiver.
jey's eyes darkened as he looked down at you, spread open on the bathroom counter. "so fuckin' pretty," he muttered, his finger tracing your entrance without pushing in.
"you been teasin' me for years with this innocent act. makin' me think i was the dirty one for wantin' you."
you blinked up at him, adjusting your glasses again. "is that what you think i'm doing?" you asked softly, even as you pushed your hips forward, seeking more contact with his fingers.
"i think," jey said, finally sliding one thick finger inside you, making you gasp, "that you ain't nearly as innocent as you pretend to be."
a whimper escaped your lips as his finger curled inside you, finding that spot that made your toes curl inside your mary janes. your pussy clenched around him, already leaking down his knuckles as he worked you open.
"j-jey," you gasped, your voice high and breathy. the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles, mixing with the wet sounds of his finger moving in and out of your dripping heat.
"damn, you wet as fuck, mama." he growled, adding a second thick finger alongside the first, stretching you in the most delicious way. "this pussy cryin' for me."
the stretch burned in the best way, your walls fluttering around the intrusion as you tried to adjust to his size. even just his fingers were bigger than anything you'd had inside you before, and the knowledge that this was just the beginning had your heart racing.
you couldn't help the desperate little mewls that fell from your lips as he pumped his fingers deeper, your slick coating his hand and dripping onto the counter beneath you. each thrust of his fingers made a obscene squelching sound that should've embarrassed you, but only turned you on more.
"how many times?" jey asked, his voice rough as he scissored his fingers inside you. "how many times you played this little innocent act to get fucked, huh? all them sweet smiles and big eyes behind these glasses. bet you do this shit all the time."
you couldn't answer, too lost in the sensation of his thick fingers stretching you open. your head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, a long, broken moan tearing from your throat as he pressed against your g-spot.
"god, please," you whimpered, abandoning all pretense as your hips began to move of their own accord, fucking yourself on his fingers. your glasses slipped down your nose as you writhed, chasing the pleasure his fingers were giving you.
"that's it," jey encouraged, his free hand gripping your hip to steady you as you rode his fingers. "look at you, fuckin' yourself on my hand like you been needin' this. all that innocent shit? nah, you a freak, baby girl."
your pussy clenched tighter around his fingers at his words, more wetness gushing out around them. the counter beneath you was slick with your arousal now, the evidence of how badly you wanted him impossible to hide.
"only for you," you managed to gasp out between moans, your hips working faster. "only ever wanted you to see me like this."
jey's eyes darkened at your confession, his fingers curling more deliberately inside you. "yeah? this pussy been waitin' for me all this time?"
"y—yes," you stuttered, not bothering to hide the desperation in your voice anymore. "t—three years, jey. three fucking years of wanting you to see through it."
a growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his lips finally capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. his tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth the way his fingers were claiming your pussy. you moaned into the kiss, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.
jey tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, the gentle scrape making her gasp into his mouth. he sucked the plump flesh between his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss mixed with tequila. her glasses had fogged up from their heavy breathing and the heat between the two of them, sliding down her nose as she writhed against his hand.
"can't even see me, can you?" he chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek as he carefully pushed your glasses back up your nose. the world came back into focus—jey's face inches from yours, his eyes dark with want, lips slightly swollen from kissing you.
she was close—so close—her thighs trembling against his hips, pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick fingers. just a few more strokes and she'd fall apart. but then, without warning, jey slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching.
"wha—why did you stop?" she whimpered, hips chasing his hand.
jey stepped back slightly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan that made her clench around nothing. "damn, girl. you taste sweet as fuck."
the bathroom lights shifted from blue to purple to pink, casting different colored shadows across their bodies. the changing leds made everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if they were suspended in some alternate reality where the outside world couldn't touch them.
"show me them piercings," he demanded suddenly, eyes dropping to your chest where your nipples were visibly hard beneath your polo. "been drivin' me crazy all night, seein' them through your shirt."
heat rushed to your face at his words. you hadn't realized he'd noticed them. a sinister smile adorned your face and with trembling fingers, you reached for the hem of your polo and push-up bra, pulling both up in one swift motion to expose your breasts.
the orange pumpkin barbells glinted in the changing light as it shifted from purple to a deep red.
"fuck," jey breathed, his eyes fixed on your exposed chest. "pretty ass nipples."
his large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive piercings. the touch sent electricity down your spine, making you arch into his hands.
without warning, jey leaned down and took one pierced nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking the metal bar before his teeth gently closed around it. he tugged slightly, the sensation making you hiss as pleasure-pain shot through you.
"jey," you moaned, your head falling back against the mirror as he alternated between them, giving each equal attention. the gentle suction followed by the sharp bite of his teeth had you trembling, your thighs spreading wider as if begging for more.
he tugged at one piercing with his teeth, harder this time, the sweet sting making your back arch off the mirror. your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.
"pretty ass," he growled against your skin, his hand squeezing the nipple his mouth wasn't attending to. "should've shown me these piercings years ago."
with one final harsh tug that had you crying out, he released your nipple and surged upward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth with the same thoroughness he'd shown your breasts. your glasses fogged up instantly from the heat between you, the world going blurry as you surrendered to the sensation.
before you could catch your breath, jey's strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you off the counter with ease. he spun you around, bending you over the sink so quickly you had to brace yourself against the sink. the coolness pressed against your heated skin as you looked up, catching a glimpse of your reflection—flushed cheeks, fogged glasses, lips swollen from his kisses.
"jey, what are you—" you started, but your words dissolved into a gasp as you felt him drop to his knees behind you. his rough hands pushed your skirt up, bunching it around your waist to fully expose your ass and the thin orange thong that barely covered you.
"fuck, look at this shit. all wet for me." he growled, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart. you felt him hook a finger under the string of your thong, pulling it to the side to expose your dripping center to his hungry gaze.
you whimpered, pushing your ass back, silently begging for more. the first swipe of his tongue had your knees buckling, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. jey's strong grip on your hips kept you in place as he licked a long stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance.
"oh my god," you cried out, your fingers curling against the sink counter. the sensation of his hot tongue against your sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear. "jey, please!"
his tongue flattened against your entrance, gathering your wetness before plunging inside. the muscle was thick and strong as it pushed past your tight ring, exploring your walls with deliberate strokes. your legs trembled as he tongue-fucked you, his face buried between your cheeks, nose pressing against your ass while he worked his tongue deeper
"oh f-fuck," you whimpered, pushing back against his face. your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind.
he growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. his tongue curled inside you, lapping at your walls, tasting every inch he could reach. the wet sounds of his mouth working against your dripping center echoed off the bathroom tiles—obscene slurping noises that should've embarrassed you but only turned you on more.
"jey, please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. "please, i can't—"
your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind. he groaned, briefly pulling back only to spit directly onto your entrance before diving back in.
the action made your pussy clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal coating his chin. "you like that nasty shit right, mama?"
your only response was a broken moan as his tongue thrust back inside you, fucking in and out at a relentless pace. his hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them wider so he could get even deeper. the position left you completely exposed, your thong still pulled to the side, the cool bathroom air hitting your wet skin wherever his mouth wasn't.
jey's tongue retreated, only to be replaced by two thick fingers plunging into your soaked entrance. you cried out at the sudden stretch, your walls clenching around the intrusion. your stockings were stained with your own arousal now, dark patches forming where your juices had run down your legs.
"look at that," he stood tall, scissoring his fingers inside you while his tongue lapped at your clit. "playin' games all night and shit. you been needin' this bad, huh?"
"oh fuck, oh fuck," you chanted, your hips working back against his face of their own accord. "jey, i'm gonna—"
"no you ain't," jey growled, suddenly pulling his fingers out. before you could protest the loss, you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle jangling, followed by his zipper sliding down. "been teasin' me all night with that innocent shit. now you gonna stay right here and take this dick, like i know you can."
you felt something hot and thick press against your entrance, so much bigger than his fingers had been. your breath caught in your throat as you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaked folds.
"jey, wait—" you started, suddenly nervous at the size you felt pressing against you. but jey was done waiting.
in one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her walls beyond anything she'd ever felt before. the sudden intrusion tore a broken cry from her throat, loud enough to be heard over the muffled music outside.
jey's hand shot forward, clamping over her mouth as he leaned over her back. "shhh," he hissed in her ear. "whole damn roster out there. you want 'em all knowin' i'm in here stretchin' you out? hm?"
his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling her moans as he started to move. his other hand gripped her ass cheek, spreading her open so he could watch his thick shaft disappear inside her with each thrust.
your pussy fluttered around his length, adjusting to his size as he held himself still inside you. he pulled back slowly until just the tip remained inside, then slammed forward again, burying himself deeper this time. your muffled cry vibrated against his palm as he began to establish a rhythm, each thrust forcing him deeper until he was fully seated inside you, his balls slapping against your clit.
"shit, girl," he groaned, his hips picking up speed. "grippin' me like you tryna milk it or sum."
her knees buckled as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyelids. only jey's strong grip on her hip kept her upright as he pounded into her from behind. each thrust pushed her against the cold sink, her nipples dragging against the marble counter through her bunched-up polo. his hand spreading your open moved, giving you a few harsh smacks against your ass.
"look at you," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "takin' this dick so good. where all that innocent shit now, huh?"
you couldn't answer, could only moan against his hand as he fucked into you with powerful strokes. your knees buckled with a particularly deep thrust, but jey's strong arm around your waist kept you upright, impaled on his cock.
"nah, don't be fallin' now," he grunted, adjusting his stance to thrust up into you at a new angle that had your eyes rolling back in your head. "look straight ahead, mama. want you to see yourself gettin' fucked."
you forced your eyes open, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. the sight was filthy and perfect—your glasses crooked, your orange polo pushed up over your breasts, your skirt bunched around your waist while jey pounded into you from behind.
the sight of yourself in the mirror—so wrecked, so desperate—sent another wave of arousal flooding through you. your pussy clenched around jey's thick length, walls fluttering as he drove into you with relentless force.
the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, mixing with your whimpers and jey's deep grunts. your juices had soaked through the garter belt now, running down to pool at your knees. the velma costume that had started this whole thing was completely ruined—your polo bunched up around your armpits, your skirt hiked to your waist, orange stockings stained dark with your arousal.
"look how wet you are for me," he groaned, one hand reaching around to spread your folds wider, exposing your swollen clit to the cool bathroom air. "drippin' all over the damn floor."
your inner muscles rippled along his length, massaging him from base to tip as he drove into you. you made sure to squeeze your pussy around him when he drove in. jey had never felt anything like it—the way your body seemed made for him, the way your walls pulsed and quivered, drawing him deeper with each thrust.
jey reached between your legs, gathering some of your slick on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth.
"taste yourself, mama." he commanded, pushing his fingers past your lips. "taste how sweet this pussy is for me." you moaned around his fingers, sucking them clean as he continued to pound into you from behind.
his fingers slipped from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them to your lips as he withdrew. you were close—so close—but the angle was starting to strain your back.
suddenly he was moving, lifting you away from the sink. his arm wrapped around your waist as he carried you the few steps to the toilet. with his free hand, he flipped down the lid and sat down, positioning you on his lap with your back against his chest
"c'mere," he commanded reaching to slap your ass again, his dick standing tall and glistening with your juices. "want you t'ride me. face that way."
his hands gripped your waist, helping guide you down onto his length. the new position had you sinking deeper than before, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
"fuck," you gasped as he bottomed out inside you, the new angle hitting spots that made your vision blur behind your fogged-up glasses.
jey's thick thighs tensed beneath you as he started to bounce his legs, the motion causing you to rise and fall on his cock without having to move yourself. his hands kept you steady as he controlled the pace, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand snaked around to find your clit.
"oh god," you cried out as he reached around, his fingers finding your swollen clit. he rubbed slow circles against the sensitive bud while you bounced on his lap, your pussy stretching around his thickness with each movement.
"that's it, mama," he growled against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "take this dick."
his free hand moved up to your chest, finding the pumpkin barbells that adorned your nipples. he tugged at one piercing, the slight pain mixing with pleasure and sending jolts straight to your core. your pussy clenched around him in response, drawing a deep groan from his chest.
his rough fingers worked your clit in tight circles while his other hand tugged at your nipple piercing, creating a perfect storm of sensation that had you teetering on the edge.
"j-jey, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably.
"yeah, that's it," he growled against your ear, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements. "cum all over this dick. show me how bad you been needin' it."
that was all it took. your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing as pleasure exploded from your core and radiated outward. your pussy clamped down on jey's cock, fluttering wildly around his thickness as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you.
"fuck, fuck, FUCK—" you started to scream, but jey's hand shot up, clamping firmly over your mouth as your cries grew louder. his palm pressed hard against your lips, muffling the sounds that would have surely alerted everyone at the party to what was happening in the bathroom
your pussy spasmed violently around him, muscles contracting and releasing in rapid pulses that seemed to grip and milk his cock with each wave. wetness gushed from you, soaking his lap and dripping down him as your release flooded out around his thickness.
your body went limp against his chest, but jey wasn't done with you. he gently lifted you off his dick, spinning her around to face him. before you could protest, he stood up, one hand tangled in your hair as he guided you to your knees in front of him.
"open up, mama" he commanded, his hand working his slick length. your lips parted obediently, tongue sticking out as you looked up at him through your glasses.
his strokes became faster, more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. with a deep groan, he came, thick ropes of white painting your face. some landed on her outstretched tongue, but most splashed across your cheeks and glasses, crooked and clouded on your dazed face.
you blinked up at him, tongue still extended, cum dripping down your face onto your orange polo. jey's chest heaved as he looked down at you.
you swallowed what had landed on your tongue, the taste somehow perfect. your glasses were completely fogged now, streaked with his release, making everything look like a dream. the bathroom felt like it was spinning slightly, the colored lights continuing their slow cycle through the rainbow
jey reached for the paper towels, tearing off a few sheets. his touch was gentle as he cleaned your face, careful not to press too hard against your tender skin.
"shit is crazy," he laughed, his voice softer now, almost tender. "whole roster gone know what we been doin'."
you stayed on your knees, watching him through your ruined glasses as he cleaned you up. your legs felt too shaky to trust standing just yet. the velma costume was completely destroyed—polo stretched and wrinkled, skirt twisted around your waist, stockings run with tears from where his fingers had gripped too tight.
"my glasses," you whispered, reaching up to touch the frames that sat crooked on your nose.
jey carefully removed them, holding them under the faucet to rinse away the evidence. the water ran clear as he cleaned the lenses, his movements precise and caring. when he was satisfied, he gently placed them back on your face, adjusting them until they sat properly.
"there," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek, "think you can stand?" he asked, offering you his hands.
you nodded, though your legs still felt like jelly. his strong grip helped pull you to your feet, and you immediately had to grip the sink counter for support. your inner thighs were sticky with your own release, and you could feel the soreness already setting in from how thoroughly he'd stretched you and the smacks against your ass.
jey tucked himself back into his pants, buckling his belt with practiced ease. meanwhile, you tried to make yourself presentable—pulling your bra and polo back down, smoothing your skirt over your hips.
but there was no hiding what had happened. your hair was a mess, your lipstick completely gone, and that satisfied glow and smirk on your face was impossible to conceal.
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heyyyyy! here’s kinktober starting early 😭😭😭 but my new glasses came in, and i decided i wanted to be velma for halloween…so yea.
i took a small break. can’t lie. that chat gpt comment really got to me. and oddly enough, i’ve seen 4 more writers get the same accusation. interesting...
but ik im a great writer. and i have sm fun on here with yall. anyways. reblog, and comment! i love reading them <3 also my asks are back on! slide in!!
