Eli✨

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Title: Curiosity Got the Best of Us

Warnings: Smut, sexual content, rough, messy, vibrator play, unhinged, multiple climaxes, vocal, mattress-breaking, best friend fantasy

I was sprawled across my bed, phone in hand, scrolling lazily when I realized I needed something from my dresser. Hey, Jey? I called, voice casual, can you grab something for me from my room?

Jey, my best friend, strolled in like he owned the place, that cocky, I’ve-got-this grin plastered on his face. His eyes lingered on me longer than usual, and a shiver of anticipation ran straight through me. Sure, what do you need? he asked casually—but there was a dark, playful edge to his voice.

I pointed toward my dresser, trying to act normal. He leaned over, fingers brushing the drawers, humming softly. Then his hand froze. He pulled open a smaller drawer and… oh no.

Uh… what’s this? he asked, smirk dark and teasing, holding up the vibrator I’d been trying to hide.

Jey! That’s—uh… I stammered, my face burning, stomach twisting.

His grin widened, wicked and predatory. This? he said, voice low, teasing. I didn’t know you had… one of these.

I swallowed hard. Jey… put it down.

He didn’t. He stepped closer, heat radiating, eyes dark and intense. Show me. I want to see.

Hesitation battled desire—but before I could protest, he was sliding onto the bed beside me, looming over me. My hands shook as I gave him a hesitant demonstration. His low groan sent shivers straight through me.

God… you have no idea how much I want this, he murmured.

Then he kissed me—hard, possessive, claiming. My back arched instinctively, lips pressing back, hands tangling in his hair as moans tore from my throat. Every gasp, whimper, and squeal filled the room.

Jey—oh God! I cried as he pinned me down, pressing into me with reckless force. The mattress groaned, springs threatening to collapse, but we didn’t care.

He laughed, low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder. You feel so good. I’ve been waiting for this… for you.

Then he went further. Rough hands roamed, teasing, grabbing, and pulling. My nails raked down his back as he bit, kissed, and whispered my name like it was a prayer.

I—oh fuck, Jey—right there! I screamed, writhing beneath him as he hit every spot, over and over, driving me higher and higher.

Suddenly, he grabbed the vibrator from my hand, smirk turning wicked. You’re mine now, he murmured, sliding it against me. I gasped, hips bucking, pulling at him, but he held me firmly, teasing me mercilessly.

Every buzz, every stroke of the vibrator under his control sent me spiraling. I screamed his name, nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking involuntarily, desperate for more. He leaned down, kissing my neck, biting and whispering, controlling every sensation, every wave of pleasure.

God… yes—Jey! I couldn’t even form words, just screamed, moaned, and trembled under his hands and the relentless vibrations.

The bed creaked and groaned beneath us as he used the vibrator against me with precision, pressing, teasing, driving me insane. Every gasp, moan, whimper, and scream built tension higher, breaking me down, making me shiver uncontrollably.

And then it hit—the first orgasm ripped through me like fire, loud, messy, unstoppable. I clung to him, gasping, shaking, body convulsing. He groaned deeply, voice raw, sliding the vibrator again, never letting up, dragging me straight into another wave.

No rest. No mercy. Just pure, unhinged heat. Another orgasm ripped through me, louder, rougher, leaving me trembling and screaming, clutching him, my body alive in every nerve-ending.

Jey leaned over me, teeth grazing my jaw, voice hoarse and rough. You’re mine. All mine. Not a little. Not ever.

He pushed me further, rough and demanding, driving us both into the chaos of lust again. Every thrust, every press, every whisper, every vibration was amplified, making us scream, moan, and shiver. Mattress springs groaned under our frenzy, but neither of us cared.

By the time the final climax hit, I was screaming his name, body convulsing violently under him, and he followed seconds later, grunting, groaning, utterly destroyed, yet still claiming me in every touch.

We collapsed together, breathless, bodies slick with sweat, heat radiating, the bed a wreck beneath us. Jey pressed a lazy, satisfied kiss to my temple. I… don’t care, he murmured, hoarse. Not even a little.

And in that moment, I knew—there was no line between best friend and something dangerously addictive anymore.

@jeysslut

( this a different version of the one before Idk which one I like and also if the wording sounds wrong English is not my first language)

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Late Night Cravings

( Warnings:Explicit sexual content, smut , )

Y/n had never thought twice about letting Jey hang at her place. They were best friends, always had been, and it wasn’t unusual for him to show up with snacks, fall asleep on her couch, or make himself at home in her kitchen. That morning was no different—music spilling low, sunlight stretching across the room, Jey sprawled across her couch like he owned the place.

Y/n laughed, tossing a pillow at him as she went to pour another cup of coffee. He caught it with that lazy, mischievous grin that always made her pulse skip.

Yo, you got an extra charger? Mine dead as hell

Y/n nodded toward her bedroom. Top drawer, nightstand. Grab it if you want

She didn’t think twice about it. She should have

Minutes later, Jey didn’t come back with a charger. Instead, he stepped into the kitchen holding something that made her stomach drop, her blood running hot and fast. His expression was unreadable, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was dark, teasing, and dangerous

Y/n froze. The color drained from her face before rushing back hotter than fire

Really, Y/n

Jey’s voice was low, edged with something she hadn’t felt before. He turned the little pink vibrator over in his hand like it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen

That wasn’t the right drawer

No, he said slowly, eyes locked on hers. But this right here explains a lot

Her chest tightened, embarrassment warring with a strange pulse of heat rolling low in her stomach. The way Jey looked at her wasn’t how a best friend looked. His gaze was sharp, lingering, hungry

Then he stepped closer, holding it out to her, eyes daring her to stop him

Show me

Her breath hitched, body betraying her immediately. Every nerve screamed, a mix of panic and desire she had no intention of naming. Y/n tried to laugh it off, waving a hand like it was nothing, but Jey didn’t back down

I mean it. I wanna see

Her pulse thundered in her ears. Heat pooled in her core, slick and desperate. Jey pressed closer, chest brushing her back, making her shiver. He leaned down, whispering against her ear, voice low and rough, teasing her with the words, the way he said her name, and the promise behind them

Show me…how you like it, Y/n. Don’t hold back

Her fingers trembled as she lifted the vibrator, pressing it just the way she did when she was alone, breath shallow, thighs already quivering. Jey’s hand brushed hers, thumb skimming her skin, every touch electric. His eyes darkened with hunger, tracing every flicker of movement, every gasp and shiver

You’re shaking. I like that. Makes it…interesting

Y/n’s cheeks burned as he pressed against her, hips grazing her ass lightly, making her melt into him. Every sigh, every tremble, every whimper was feeding him, and she knew it. His hand slid to her hip, holding her in place, lips brushing the shell of her ear, tongue grazing lightly, making her arch into him

She tried to take control, tried to keep some dignity, but his gaze, his hand, the way his body pressed against hers, broke her resolve immediately. He leaned in behind her, whispering filthy things, and the heat pooled deeper, making her breath come in ragged pants

Jey’s lips found her neck, sucking, biting lightly, while one hand gripped her hip and the other guided her fingers over herself with the vibrator. The sensation made her cry out softly, thighs trembling, hips tilting into him automatically. She was slick, desperate, dripping for him in a way she hadn’t realized she wanted until this exact moment

God, Y/n, you’re so wet for me, he murmured

You make me crazy, Jey, she gasped

That’s it…ride it for me, baby, he whispered, pressing the vibrator harder into her clit while his fingers brushed inside her slick folds, teasing her walls

She arched violently, moaning, I’m so close, Jey, I’m…oh, fuck…

Jey chuckled low, grinding against her back, pressing her further into the mattress, nipping her neck as he whispered, Cum for me, Y/n. Cum on my fingers, cum on my cock

Her hips bucked frantically, back arching, breathless whimpers spilling out, every nerve screaming as the vibrator pulsed in perfect rhythm. Her body tensed, thighs clamping around nothing as heat exploded through her core. Jey groaned against her neck, low and throaty, enjoying every shiver, every cry, every soft scream

She screamed his name, arching into him, legs trembling as the first orgasm ripped through her, hips bucking, voice high and ragged. He didn’t stop. His fingers stroked her wet, sensitive folds, and he pressed the vibrator harder, making her scream again, thighs quivering, back shuddering uncontrollably

Oh god…Jey…please, please don’t stop

Not even close, Y/n, he growled, thrusting his fingers deeper while pressing against her clit in tandem with the vibrator, controlling her every movement, teasing, commanding, dominating

Another orgasm ripped through her, nails digging into his arms, voice breaking as she whined and gasped, screaming his name with every shuddering thrust of pleasure. Her body arched into him helplessly, slick running down her thighs, trembling and convulsing beneath him

That’s my girl, he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, grinding against her ass while his fingers and the vibrator worked her over mercilessly

She came again, hips jerking, thighs shaking violently, voice cracking as she screamed Jey’s name, whining, moaning, every sound raw and desperate. Her body went rigid, trembling against him as he held her tight, teasing her through every pulse, every twitch

He didn’t relent. He guided her through a third, shattering orgasm, pressing harder, faster, every flick of the vibrator and curl of his fingers designed to drive her insane. She screamed, arched, cried out, shuddering uncontrollably as he whispered filthy words, calling her his, claiming her body, owning every whimper, every gasp, every breathless moan

He shifted her onto her stomach, pressing the vibrator directly into her clit while his cock rubbed hard against her ass. She whimpered, hips bucking uncontrollably, screaming his name over and over. Jey leaned down, mouth on her shoulder, teeth grazing her skin, fingers curling inside her, pushing her closer to the edge.

You like that, baby? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers while this buzzes, huh? he whispered

Y/n moaned loudly, voice trembling, Yes…oh god…Jey…please…please…

He drove her to the edge again and again, every movement precise, punishing, controlling. Her thighs shook, her back arched violently, and she screamed his name, whimpering, moaning, crying out, each orgasm tearing through her like lightning.

Finally, completely spent, trembling, slick and shivering, she collapsed against him. Jey rolled onto his side, pulling her close, lips brushing her temple, whispering dirty praises, murmuring how wet and perfect she was, and tracing lazy circles across her heated skin.

Her body still trembled, heart racing, every nerve raw from pleasure, and she let herself melt completely against him, whimpering softly, moaning occasionally, and sighing as he held her tight. Every brush of his fingers against her sensitive skin, every low murmur, every touch reminded her that nothing would ever be the same between them again.

Credits to @rememberingvirgo

@jeysslut

( side note I was bored and had nothing to do also my wording may be wrong English is not my first language and I'm not good at smut like that so I did this to get out my comfort zone 💗)

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Backstage at WWE part 4:

( mostly fluffy and cute a little baby fever)

After breakfast with Jey and his daughter, his phone went off with a call about meetings at WWE HQ. He looked over at Y/n, hesitant, not wanting to just leave his little girl behind.

Y/n only rolled her eyes with a soft smile. Boy, just go. She’s fine. You already gave me a whole list.

Still, Jey lingered. He leaned down to press a kiss to his baby girl’s forehead before finally heading out the door. Y/n shook her head, amused at how nervous he always got, even though she had watched the baby plenty of times before. This was just the first time without him hovering nearby.

The rest of the morning was nothing but sweetness. Y/n settled on the bed with Jey’s daughter curled up beside her, cartoons playing in the background. The baby had just come out of a warm bath, smelling of baby lotion, dressed in a tiny pastel onesie. Her damp curls stuck up in little wisps as she kicked her legs and babbled happily at the screen.

Y/n held the bottle steady while the baby drank, her small fingers curling around Y/n’s thumb. When she was finished, Y/n propped her against her chest to burp her, laughing softly when the baby let out the tiniest hiccup.

Y/n whispered against her curls, calling her too cute for her own good.

Later, after more cartoons and baby giggles, Y/n spread a soft blanket out on the floor and lay down with her. The baby smacked her hands gently against Y/n’s face, squealing every time Y/n playfully pretended to nibble on her tiny fingers. They both ended up in a fit of laughter, the baby’s high-pitched squeals mixing with Y/n’s warm giggles.

When nap time came, Y/n rocked her gently, humming until her tiny eyelids grew heavy. Once she drifted off, Y/n laid her carefully on the bed, tucking her in with a light blanket. She snapped a picture and sent it to Jey, showing his daughter all cozy after her bath, in her onesie with her bottle nearby and cartoons still flickering on the screen. Along with the photo, Y/n sent a simple message: You’re worrying about the wrong thing, Mr. Fatu.

Jey responded almost instantly with a heart and asked if she was good. Y/n smiled at the peacefully sleeping baby. She’s perfect, she thought.

When Jey finally came home, he pushed the door open quietly, half-expecting to hear cries or chaos. Instead, he found Y/n stretched out on the couch, fast asleep with his baby girl curled up on her chest, both of them breathing softly in sync. The cartoon channel still played faintly in the background, a bottle resting on the table beside them.

For a moment Jey just stood there, a small smile tugging at his lips, his heart full at the sight. All his worrying from earlier melted away. He walked over, brushed a hand gently over his daughter’s little back, then leaned down to kiss Y/n’s forehead.

This, he thought, was everything he needed.

@4milly

[ceceslanddd]

I want to be friends yalllll

Yall be looking so cute with yall online besties

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Acknowledge These Nuts… And Pass the Syrup

The night was supposed to be simple: a contract signing for the women’s championship. But with Y/N across the table from the Bloodline’s own cousin Nia Jax? Please. Nothing was ever simple.

The tension was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. Last week, Nia had blindsided Y/N with a sneak attack, so the second Y/N picked up the mic, she was ready for smoke. She didn’t just talk—she roasted. Every time she opened her mouth, she wasn’t just dragging Nia, she was dragging the whole Bloodline… and taking Jey Uso down with them, even though the two had been secretly hooking up behind the scenes.

“You think you’re tough, Nia? Girl, the only thing you’ve been lifting is plates at the family barbecue,” Y/N snapped. The crowd howled, Roman glared, and Jey tried to cover his laugh with a cough.

Nia had enough. She stood up ready to throw hands, but Y/N was quicker—BAM! She hooked Nia and sent her crashing through the contract table with a suplex that rattled the ring. Papers flew, security panicked, and the crowd erupted.

Roman shot up from his seat, staring daggers at Y/N, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she picked up the mic, leaned in close, and with the whole arena watching, smirked:

“Acknowledge… THESE nuts.”

The building exploded. Roman looked like he aged five years on the spot, Solo was stone-faced, and Jey? Wheezing in the corner like he’d just watched the funniest thing in his life.

And just like that, chaos turned to calm. The cameras cut, the fans filed out, and somehow, someway, Y/N and Jey ended up sliding into a booth at Waffle House like it was just another Tuesday.

The waitress barely blinked when she saw them. She just dropped off menus and muttered, “Y’all wrestlers always come in here after wrecking stuff. Don’t bleed on the syrup.”

Jey leaned back, shaking his head with a grin. “Girl, you really suplexed my cousin in front of the whole Bloodline. Roman gon’ kill me for even sittin’ here with you.”

Y/N stabbed the menu with her finger. “Please. You loved it. Don’t lie.”

Jey tried to hold it in, but he cracked up. “Aight, maybe I did. But Roman? He gon’ have me scrubbing the Island of Relevancy with a toothbrush after this.”

Their food came—waffles stacked high for Y/N, eggs and hash browns for Jey. The moment she cut into hers, Jey reached over with his fork. Y/N smacked his hand away like he was five.

“Uh-uh. These mine.”

“C’mon, baby,” Jey teased, leaning in. “Let me get a bite.”

With an exaggerated sigh, Y/N fed him a piece. “Fine. But you better acknowledge these waffles.”

They both cracked up, whispering dumb insults back and forth—“Your hairline’s retiring before Roman does,” “You snore like a damn bear”—but underneath the jokes, Jey slid his hand across the booth and laced his fingers with hers under the table.

Nobody in that diner knew five minutes ago they were enemies on TV. Now? They were two idiots sharing whipped cream and laughing like kids.

And as Y/N looked at Jey, syrup smeared on his cheek, she thought: I just suplexed his cousin through a table… and somehow, this fool’s still cute.

( side note just found this in my drafts so my bad if it's mid)

[tropic-havens]

Stann Creek, Belize

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Low key love this place ❤️

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The beach Day

The sun was already high over the coast when you, Jey, and his little girl packed up the car for a long-overdue beach day. For weeks, Jey had been on the road with WWE, and you’d been balancing your SmackDown schedule. Now, finally, a day that belonged just to the three of you.

Jey carried the cooler in one arm, his daughter in the other, her little curls bouncing as she clung to his shoulder. You followed with a beach bag stuffed full of snacks, sunscreen, and sand toys you couldn’t resist buying.

“She ready for the ocean, baby?” Jey grinned, giving you that look — proud, playful, soft.

“She’s more ready than you are,” you teased, reaching over to adjust his daughter’s sunhat as she babbled. The sight made your heart ache in that sweet, baby-fever kind of way. You weren’t just Jey’s partner anymore. You were family.

Once you got to the sand, Jey spread out the big blanket while you helped his little girl wriggle out of her shoes. She plopped down with her bucket and shovel, squealing every time a wave crashed in the distance. You and Jey sat back for a moment, just watching her discover the world.

“Look at her,” he whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Man… I ain’t gon’ lie, seeing you with her like this? Makes me wanna give her a little brother or sister.”

Your chest tightened, warmth spreading through you. You’d always loved kids, but hearing it out loud from him — watching the way he looked between you and his daughter — made it feel real.

“She’s already got your attitude,” you said, smiling as the baby smacked her shovel into the sand. “But… maybe one more wouldn’t hurt.”

Jey’s grin widened, that mischievous sparkle in his eyes, but he didn’t push it. Instead, he leaned over and kissed your temple, his daughter squealing again as a wave finally reached her toes.

The rest of the day was a perfect mix of chaos and peace: chasing her down the shoreline, helping her build lopsided sandcastles, sneaking kisses with Jey when she wasn’t looking. When the sun started to set, the three of you sat together on the blanket, her littles head resting against your chest as she finally dozed off.

Jey looked at you — really looked — the fading light reflecting in his eyes. “You’re everything I didn’t even know I needed, baby. You and her… y’all my whole world.”

You pressed your cheek against his shoulder, holding his daughter close, and whispered back, “And we’re not done yet. Our story’s just starting.”

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Warnings: smut ( also late birthday)

Jey Uso x Y/N – His 40th Birthday Surprise

SmackDown was over, the crowd still echoing outside the arena, but backstage it was all about one man: Jey Uso. Balloons filled the locker room, a cake with “Day One Birthday Boy” written in red icing sat on the table, and the Bloodline was loud as ever.

Solo was the first to crack a joke. “Damn, Uce… forty? You need a walker yet?”

Jimmy doubled over laughing. “He gon’ need Icy Hot just to get out the ring now!”

Everyone hollered, but Jey just smirked, pointing at his abs. “Y’all clownin’, but forty look good on me.”

That’s when you walked in, the SmackDown Women’s Championship gleaming on your shoulder. You strutted straight over to him, climbing into his lap without hesitation. “Correction,” you purred, pressing a kiss to his lips, “forty looks fine on you.”

The boys whistled and clowned, but Jey didn’t care — his arms wrapped tight around you, his grin wide.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you whispered in his ear. “But don’t get too comfortable. The real party starts later.”

He gave you that suspicious eyebrow raise. “What you up to, champ?”

You only smirked, kissed him again, and slid off his lap. “Patience, birthday boy.”

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Hours later – Hotel Suite

When Jey opened the door to your hotel room, his jaw dropped. The room glowed with soft candlelight, champagne chilled in a bucket, and rose petals scattered across the bed.

“You did all this for me?” he asked, voice low, almost in awe.

“Of course,” you said, stepping close, your hands smoothing over his chest. “Forty only happens once. And I plan on making it unforgettable.”

You kissed him — soft at first, then deeper, hungrier — until you had him stumbling back to the bed. He landed on it with a laugh, and you straddled his lap, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Birthday boy’s excited,” you teased, tugging his shirt up and over his head. His hands immediately gripped your ass, squeezing.

“Girl, stop playin’,” he groaned. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

“No,” you whispered against his lips, “I’m tryna make you feel alive.”

You slid off his lap, sank to your knees, and unbuckled his jeans. Pulling them down, you freed him, thick and hard in your hand. You looked up at him with a wicked grin. “Biggest birthday candle I ever seen.”

He laughed, but it broke into a hiss when your tongue flicked over the tip. You wrapped your lips around him, sucking slow at first, then deeper, taking him down your throat until his head fell back against the pillows.

“Fuuuuck, Y/N… that mouth,” he groaned, one hand tightening in your hair.

You gagged deliberately, pulling off with spit trailing down your chin. “Not yet,” you teased, crawling back onto his lap. “You don’t get to finish until I say so.”

Sliding your dress down, you revealed lace underneath — his eyes widened, hungry. “Surprise,” you whispered, before guiding him inside you, inch by inch, until you were full.

Both of you moaned, your walls stretching perfectly around him as you started to ride. Slow at first, then bouncing harder, your nails digging into his chest as his hands smacked your ass.

“Yeah, baby… ride it. Show me you a champion,” Jey groaned.

You leaned in close, panting against his ear. “You like that, daddy? Watching your champ fuck you like this?”

That flipped a switch. With a growl, he grabbed your wrists and flipped you onto your back, pinning you down as he drove into you hard, deep, relentless. The bed frame slammed against the wall with every thrust.

“Say that shit again,” he demanded, his voice low, rough.

“Daddy!” you cried out, your body arching as he fucked you deeper. “Harder — oh my god!”

He shifted, hooking your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so he could pound into you at a brutal angle. “Take this dick, baby. It’s your pussy, but tonight — it’s my birthday. I’m takin’ it.”

You screamed his name, clawing at his back, cumming hard around him, your body shaking as he fucked you through it.

But Jey wasn’t done. He flipped you over onto your knees, pulling your ass up, face down in the mattress. He slammed back inside, the pace raw and filthy, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head back.

“Look at you, dripping all over me. You mine, Y/N. Always mine.”

“It’s yours,” you whimpered, voice breaking. “All yours, daddy.”

He spanked you, hard, before rutting into you rougher, chasing his release. “Shiiit, baby, you bout to make me cum.”

You looked back at him, lips parted, eyes hazy. “Cum for me, birthday boy. Fill me up — I want every drop.”

That sent him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he slammed deep one last time, releasing inside you, hot and thick, until both of you collapsed, trembling and breathless.

You lay tangled together afterward, sweat-slicked skin pressed close. Jey kissed your forehead, still catching his breath, before grinning.

“Forty years old, and I still got it.”

You smirked, kissing his jaw. “Baby, you don’t just got it. You own it.”

He laughed, pulling you tighter against him. “Best damn birthday of my life.”

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Jimmy Uso x Y/N – Birthday Heat

The arena was empty now, but the echoes of the crowd still lingered in the air. Tonight wasn’t about work, though. Tonight was about Jimmy Uso. His birthday.

Everyone had already clowned him backstage. Roman smirked, Solo kept calling him “old man,” and even the crew teased about gray hairs coming in. But Jimmy brushed it off with that signature laugh.

You waited until the noise died down before walking into the locker room. Your Women’s Championship hung off your shoulder, but the look in your eyes wasn’t about business. It was about him.

“Happy birthday, Uce,” you said, sliding into his lap right there in front of whoever was left. Your lips brushed his ear. “But don’t think the real gift is here… I got something waiting for you.”

Jimmy smirked, leaning back in the chair with you straddling him. “Damn, girl… now you got me curious.”

You whispered, “Just wait.”

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The Hotel – Hours Later

When Jimmy unlocked the door, he froze. The lights were low, candles flickering, and you were already waiting — dressed in nothing but black lace and heels, sprawled across the bed like his own personal fantasy.

“Holy shiiit…” he muttered, shutting the door fast and locking it. His grin spread wide. “This how we celebratin’?”

You bit your lip, spreading your legs slowly, teasing him with the view. “Birthday boy gets everything he wants tonight.”

He stripped fast, tossing his shirt and jeans aside, his eyes glued to you. Crawling onto the bed, Jimmy grabbed your ankle, sliding your heel off before kissing up your leg, slow and wet.

“Girl, you tryna kill me,” he groaned, licking up your inner thigh before burying his face between your legs. His tongue lapped at your pussy, sucking your clit until you moaned, arching off the bed.

“F-fuck, Jimmy—” you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets as his tongue pushed deeper, his beard rubbing your skin with every move.

He pulled back with a smirk, his lips glistening. “Best cake I ever had.”

You yanked him up by his braids and kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. Then you pushed him down onto the bed, straddling his face. “Eat your dessert properly.”

Jimmy moaned into you, tongue flicking your clit while you rode his mouth, grinding down shamelessly until you came hard, shaking above him.

But you weren’t done. Sliding down his body, you gripped his cock, stroking it slow before sucking him deep, taking him until his eyes rolled back. Spit dripped down your chin as you gagged around him, your hand pumping what your mouth couldn’t take.

“Fuuuck, baby,” Jimmy groaned, his abs tightening. “That throat… keep goin’, don’t stop.”

When you finally pulled off with a wet pop, you smirked. “Not yet. I wanna ride my present.”

You climbed on top, sinking onto him inch by inch, moaning loud as he stretched you wide. Your hands pressed against his chest while you bounced on him, tits bouncing in rhythm.

“Yeahhh, baby,” Jimmy groaned, gripping your waist and slapping your ass. “Fuck me like that — ride daddy’s dick.”

You leaned forward, panting against his mouth. “You love this pussy, don’t you?”

“Hell yeah I do,” he growled, thrusting up into you so hard you screamed.

He suddenly flipped you over, putting your legs over his shoulders as he pounded deep. The bed slammed against the wall, his sweat dripping down as he grunted into your ear.

“Say it, baby. Tell me who this dick belongs to.”

“You, Jimmy!” you cried out, clinging to him as your orgasm tore through you. “All yours—fuck!”

But he wasn’t finished. He rolled you over onto your knees, ass high in the air. Slamming into you from behind, he gripped your braids and yanked your head back, fucking you harder, his balls smacking your ass with every thrust.

“You takin’ all this dick tonight,” he growled, spanking you until your skin burned. “Birthday boy gonna wreck this pussy.”

“Do it,” you moaned, voice breaking. “Fuck me harder, daddy!”

He growled, ramming into you until your vision blurred, until you were cumming again, soaking the sheets.

Moments later, Jimmy pulled you tight against him, slamming one last time before spilling deep inside you, groaning your name loud.

You both collapsed in a sweaty heap, his arm thrown over your waist, his chest heaving. After a long moment, he chuckled breathlessly.

“Best damn birthday of my life,” he said, kissing your shoulder. “Round two comin’ up when I catch my breath.”

You smirked, glancing back at him with hooded eyes. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

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Birthday sex

Y/N and Jey had been married for a few years now, and no matter how many anniversaries or birthdays passed, the flame never flickered—it blazed. He treated her like royalty every damn day. Five-star dinners. First-class flights. Luxury gifts. Love notes hidden in her gear bag before matches. He made her feel like the only woman in the world.

So this time? She wanted to return the favor.

A week before Jey’s birthday, Y/N went completely silent. Took a break from Monday Night Raw, ignored texts, went dark on social media. She let him stew. Let him spiral. And spiral he did.

Solo caught him pacing back and forth backstage. Jimmy had to calm him down twice.

“Nah, man. She movin’ different. Ain’t post in days. Ain’t callin’ back. You think she…?”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Couldn’t stomach the thought.

Meanwhile, Y/N was deep in preparation mode.

She had flown across the world to Samoa. Booked two entire villas—one for their families, and the other, a private beachfront oasis just for her and her husband. She decorated it herself. Bamboo lanterns lined the entrance. Rose petals in the shape of his initials spelled out across the white sand. There was a throne chair with “USO KING” stitched in gold, a long table dressed in native flowers, and a full course spread: grilled ribs, coconut curry lobster, panipopo dripping with sweet sauce, pineapple rum punch chilling in carved-out pineapples, and a rum cake soaked in dark molasses.

But the real dessert?

Was her.

When Jey finally landed, she picked him up personally—wearing a thin sundress that clung to every curve, her skin glowing in the island sun, gold chains resting on her collarbone, lips glossed just enough to tempt him with every smile.

He said nothing the whole ride.

Just stared.

Until they pulled up to the villa and were greeted by everyone—both families cheering under the tropical moonlight, his favorite music playing, candles flickering on the shore.

“SURPRISE!”

He stood frozen, lips parted, chest rising with emotion.

“You did all this for me?” he whispered.

She walked up, pressed a kiss to his lips, and smiled. “For my king? Always.”

The night rolled into laughter, drinks, food, toasts. But once the families retired for the night… Y/N took his hand and led him to their private villa.

Inside, the room was dimly lit with candles—casting warm light over the bed covered in silk sheets and scattered petals. A tray of wine, chocolate, and honey-dipped fruit sat near the window. The sliding glass doors were open, letting the ocean breeze drift in.

Y/N stepped in front of him, undoing the tie of her robe with slow fingers.

It fell.

She stood there naked—smooth, glowing skin, curves soft and perfect under moonlight, her breasts full and perky, nipples hard from the air. Her thighs glistened, and between them, she was already wet.

Jey sucked in a breath. “Goddamn.”

“Sit,” she whispered, voice like velvet.

He obeyed.

She dropped to her knees, pulled his shorts down, and his dick sprang up thick and hard. She moaned softly at the sight.

“Been thinkin’ about this all week,” she purred, stroking it slowly, thumb circling the tip.

Then she took him in.

Deep.

His head dropped back, a raw groan ripping from his throat as her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet. She bobbed her head, sucking him slow and tight, her hand twisting the base. Her tongue swirled, licked, dragged across every vein like she knew his body better than he did.

“Shit… Y/N… you gon’ make me—”

She pulled off with a pop. “Not yet.”

Climbing into his lap, she straddled him and slowly sank down, both of them moaning as he filled her inch by inch.

Her body wrapped around him perfectly—tight, wet, hot. She rolled her hips slow, circling, grinding deeper as he grabbed her waist and buried his face in her chest.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven,” he groaned.

She fucked him slow, letting him feel everything. Her tits bounced with every stroke, her nails digging into his back, her moans soft and breathy in his ear.

He flipped her, laying her flat, spreading her legs wide.

He slammed into her.

Hard. Deep. Fast.

The bed creaked beneath them as he pounded her, holding her ankles to his shoulders, kissing her legs, biting her thighs.

“You mine,” he growled.

“Yes—yes, Jey! Only yours!”

He flipped her again—bent her over, pulled her hair, and drove into her from behind. She was crying out, gripping the sheets, trembling under every thrust.

When they came—together—it was loud, sweaty, desperate. He stayed inside her as they collapsed in a pile of tangled limbs, his body draped over hers, their chests heaving in the dark.

But she wasn’t done.

The next morning, the sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting pink-gold light across the ocean. The breeze was cooler, calmer, teasing the edges of the silk sheet wrapped around her.

Y/N stirred, sore but satisfied. Jey was still asleep beside her, arm draped over her waist, his breathing deep and peaceful.

She smiled.

But she wanted more.

Sliding out of bed, she slipped on one of his white button-downs—oversized, sheer, barely reaching the curve of her ass. Then she grabbed two bottles of water and walked barefoot down to the beach, laying a blanket near the edge of the water.

Minutes later, she returned and kissed his chest gently. “Up. Come outside.”

He groaned. “Damn, girl, I ain’t even recover yet.”

She grinned. “Exactly.”

Out on the beach, the air was crisp. The waves lapped just a few feet away. The world was still asleep—but they were awake.

He sat on the blanket, still shirtless, still in his sweatpants. She climbed into his lap and kissed him slowly. He could feel she had nothing under that shirt—just bare skin, warm from the sun.

“You tryna start somethin’?” he asked, his voice rough.

“I already started it.”

She slid her hand into his pants, pulling him free. His dick was already getting hard again—his body reacting to her like it always did.

She spit in her hand, stroked him a few times, then rose up and sank down onto him again—no hesitation.

Her mouth fell open as he filled her, and he groaned at how tight she still was.

“Fuck, baby,” he whispered.

She rode him slow—waves crashing behind them, the sun climbing higher, golden light catching the sweat on her skin. Her hands braced against his chest as she bounced, moaning louder every time he hit that spot.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Right there… yes, Jey, fuck me just like that—”

He grabbed her waist, bucking up into her, thrusting harder from beneath. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing, thighs trembling as she came hard, moaning his name over and over again.

He flipped her over in the sand, buried himself deep one last time, and came with a low growl in her ear, spilling inside her again.

They stayed there on the sand, tangled together, breathless and covered in salt-kissed sweat.

“You tryna kill me before I turn 40,” he chuckled.

She kissed his cheek. “Just keeping you young.”

[lizes-posts]

You wanted war

Warnings: smut ( just a little)

The hallway was nearly empty, filled only with the distant roar of the crowd and the electric hum of satisfaction buzzing in Y/N’s head. She peeled off her gloves, slow and smug, one finger at a time. That smirk on her lips said it all.

She’d just cost Jey Uso his match.

Judgment Day: 1. Bloodline: 0.

Finn was still out in the ring talking his shit, but her work was done. Y/N strutted past the crates and production lights, her dark gear hugging every curve, her body still running high on adrenaline—and a bit of spite.

Then she heard it.

Footsteps. Fast. Heavy. Aggressive.

“Yo.”

She barely had time to turn before her back slammed against the wall with a deep thud. The air rushed from her lungs as her shoulder blades hit steel.

Jey Uso.

Dripping in sweat. Eyes feral. Jaw clenched. His chest heaved like he’d been yanked straight out of hell—and he looked like he was ready to drag her down with him.

“You think this a fuckin’ game, huh?” he growled, pressing his forearm across her chest—not choking her, but letting her feel that weight. That control.

Y/N didn’t flinch. She licked her lips, staring up at him with heat in her eyes. “Looks like I won.”

“You cost me my match.”

“You should be thanking me. That shit was boring anyway.”

He stepped in closer, chest pressed to hers, his breath hot against her mouth. “Don’t play with me, girl.”

Her voice dropped, sultry and venomous. “Or what, Jey? You gonna throw another tantrum? Or maybe…”

She dragged her fingers down the middle of his chest, grazing the sweat-slicked abs she’d definitely been sneaking looks at for weeks.

“…maybe you finally admit all that yelling’s just ‘cause you wanna fuck me.”

His jaw ticked. That was it. That snapped something loose in him.

He didn’t say a word—just grabbed her waist, yanked her forward, and crashed their lips together with a growl. The kiss was wild, teeth clashing, lips bruising. Her hands tangled in his hair as he pinned her thigh up against his waist, grinding against her through their gear like he was already inside her.

She moaned into his mouth, breath ragged. “You mad or just horny?”

“Both,” he growled, trailing hot kisses down her jaw and biting her neck.

“Shhh,” he warned. “You want Roman hearing you scream my name?”

She smirked through the ache. “Maybe I do.”

He spun her around and slammed her against the wall, chest flush to her back, one hand twisted in her hair, the other gripping her ass as she rolled her hips back against his hard-on.

“Fuck this,” he hissed.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the hallway exit, glancing back at him with a daring look. “Then come prove it.”

They didn’t even make it five steps into her locker room before it started again. He kicked the door shut, spun her around, and shoved her against it. Her lips were swollen, her thighs trembling, but she was far from done.

“You don’t fuckin’ listen, huh?” he muttered, forehead pressed to hers. “That hallway shit’s gonna get us caught.”

She just smiled, breathless and wrecked already. “So punish me.”

He chuckled darkly, kissed her again—messy, deep—and dropped to his knees, dragging her gear down roughly. She stepped out of it, barely keeping balance.

He spread her thighs wide and dove in.

His mouth was fucking ruthless.

He licked her like he hated her. Like he owned her. Tongue flat, then pointed, lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard, pulling moan after moan from her until she was grabbing his braids and grinding against his face.

“Fuck—Jey…”

“You done talkin’ yet?” he muttered, voice muffled against her pussy, chin soaked.

She gasped, shuddering. “You tell me.”

Then he stood, towering over her. One hand wrapped gently but firmly around her throat. The other? Wrapped around his thick, aching cock—already hard, already leaking.

“Turn around,” he ordered.

She hesitated.

So he spun her himself, bent her over the bench, yanked her bottoms to her knees, and kicked her legs wide.

“I said… turn. Around.”

Her breath caught.

The second he slid inside her, she cried out. One brutal, claiming thrust that knocked her forward.

“Fuck, Jey—”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grunted. “Ain’t got so much to say now, huh?”

He started pounding into her, relentless and raw, hips smacking against her ass, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair as he dragged her back onto his cock over and over.

Her eyes rolled back. Every stroke hit that perfect spot. He wasn’t fucking her—he was breaking her.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, slamming into her harder. “You fuck with the Bloodline just to get my dick?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes—fuck—just like that, don’t stop…”

He yanked her up by the hair, forced her to arch into him, every inch of him hitting deeper.

“You don’t belong to them anymore,” he growled in her ear. “You’re mine now. Say it.”

She whimpered, overwhelmed. So he slammed into her again—harder.

“Say it.”

“I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!” she gasped.

“Say it louder.”

“I’m yours, Jey! Fuck, I’m—shit—I’m gonna come—”

“Then fucking come,” he snarled, one hand pressing to her stomach, the other rubbing tight circles over her clit.

“Come all over this dick.”

Her body exploded—legs shaking, voice breaking as her orgasm tore through her. He held her together as she unraveled, still thrusting into her as she fell apart.

Then he pulled out, stroking himself fast, breathing heavy.

“Turn around. Look at me.”

She did.

He locked eyes with her as he came—hot, messy spurts all over her lower back and ass—growling her name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“Fuck… Y/N…”

Silence.

Only their breathing filled the room.

He grabbed a towel, cleaned her off slowly, his touch suddenly soft—before smacking her ass hard enough to make her yelp.

“Round three’s when you apologize for talkin’ all that shit,” he said with that cocky smirk.

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, sweat glistening on her skin, hair a mess, lips parted.

“You better keep me quiet next time then,” she whispered, “’cause I’ve still got a lot to say.”

[superhoeva]

wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

thank you to the beautiful @sceletaflores for still tagging me in these even though i went mia lol. this is the first one of these i've done in foreverrr so let's considered this a response to all 31981 i've rudely ignored :( this is just a little sentence from the next (long-awaited) chapter of my sexologist!frankie morales series. hoping to get it posted at the end of the month <3

His finger slips inside a little easier this time around, sinking into you with a pleasing heat.

np tags: @richeeduvie @heavenbarnes @ovaryacted @wlwloverwrites @covetyou @nolita-fairytale @pedrospatch @targaryenvampireslayer @rae-gar-targaryen @almostempty @itsmemuffy @veritable-trash @seventeenpins @saradika @avocado-writing @guiltyasdave @megamindsecretlair

[megamindsecretlair]

wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

Whew. Haven't done one of these in a while 👏🏽🤣 thanks for the tag. This is from Make Me Weak , part 5:

You opened the door and poked your head in, giving him a shy smile. He hated to see it on your face.

No pressure tags: @simplyzeeka @onherereading @zillasvilla @sageispunk @theereinawrites

[zillasvilla]

Thank you for the tag! This is from a mini-outtake from The Show Goes On Terrance moved around the suite as quietly as he could. In one hand he held a few birthday bags and gift boxes. He lined them all up on the dining table in their suite. A soft knock came to the door, and rushed to open it before it could wake up the sleeping figure just a short distance away.

no pressure tags: @keyaho @nayaesworld @novahreign @uceyliyahh @acknowledge-reigns

[uceyliyahh]

Thank you for thee taggg

This is from The Dukes Forbidden Desire 💚

| Ana clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to snap back. Deep down, she understood that her mother was pushing her into this for her own gain. Would her mother truly find joy in seeing her married off this season? More often than not, Ana found herself questioning everything, wishing her mother and brother would simply step back and allow her to steer her own destiny.

No pressure tags: @charmed-dreamssss @usoinked @sharmelasworld @mzv11 @prettyfilmz

[charmed-dreamssss]

Whew😮‍💨 thank you for tagging little ole me.

This is from a draft from part two of Living room flow 🥴

Jey smirked, fingers digging deeper into my hips. "Nah, we own her."

No pressure tags👀 : @4milly @paigereeder @empressdede @fafomama @sheaabuttaababyy @trippinsorrows @luuvprincess @whatdoeseverybodywant @southerngirl41

[sualeo]

omg 😩 need that asap. ILY CHARM.

this is from warm my bed pt 2 !

before jey could respond, zariah grabbed his hand and guided it under her dress. his fingers met the damp silk of her panties, "feel how much i want you?" zariah murmured, her voice husky. "only you, baby. it's always been only you. i only wanna protect what's ours, okay?"

tags: @msbigredmachine @levissslutt @wweprincess @bloodlineslut @reignseclipse @lizes-posts

[lizes-posts]

Thank you for the tag 💕

This from Baecation in Cuba – A Night of Fire and Passion

He smirked against her skin, hands gripping her thighs as he trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. “Relax, baby. Let me taste you.”

Tags: @bloodlineslut @prettyfilmz @sharmenthelword @jeyusos-girl @blkgirlsneedlove2

[superhoeva]

wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

thank you to the beautiful @sceletaflores for still tagging me in these even though i went mia lol. this is the first one of these i've done in foreverrr so let's considered this a response to all 31981 i've rudely ignored :( this is just a little sentence from the next (long-awaited) chapter of my sexologist!frankie morales series. hoping to get it posted at the end of the month <3

His finger slips inside a little easier this time around, sinking into you with a pleasing heat.

np tags: @richeeduvie @heavenbarnes @ovaryacted @wlwloverwrites @covetyou @nolita-fairytale @pedrospatch @targaryenvampireslayer @rae-gar-targaryen @almostempty @itsmemuffy @veritable-trash @seventeenpins @saradika @avocado-writing @guiltyasdave @megamindsecretlair

[megamindsecretlair]

wip game! post the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words!

Whew. Haven't done one of these in a while 👏🏽🤣 thanks for the tag. This is from Make Me Weak , part 5:

You opened the door and poked your head in, giving him a shy smile. He hated to see it on your face.

No pressure tags: @simplyzeeka @onherereading @zillasvilla @sageispunk @theereinawrites

[zillasvilla]

Thank you for the tag! This is from a mini-outtake from The Show Goes On Terrance moved around the suite as quietly as he could. In one hand he held a few birthday bags and gift boxes. He lined them all up on the dining table in their suite. A soft knock came to the door, and rushed to open it before it could wake up the sleeping figure just a short distance away.

no pressure tags: @keyaho @nayaesworld @novahreign @uceyliyahh @acknowledge-reigns

[uceyliyahh]

Thank you for thee taggg

This is from The Dukes Forbidden Desire 💚

| Ana clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to snap back. Deep down, she understood that her mother was pushing her into this for her own gain. Would her mother truly find joy in seeing her married off this season? More often than not, Ana found herself questioning everything, wishing her mother and brother would simply step back and allow her to steer her own destiny.

No pressure tags: @charmed-dreamssss @usoinked @sharmelasworld @mzv11 @prettyfilmz

[charmed-dreamssss]

Whew😮‍💨 thank you for tagging little ole me.

This is from a draft from part two of Living room flow 🥴

Jey smirked, fingers digging deeper into my hips. "Nah, we own her."

No pressure tags👀 : @4milly @paigereeder @empressdede @fafomama @sheaabuttaababyy @trippinsorrows @luuvprincess @whatdoeseverybodywant @southerngirl41

[sualeo]

omg 😩 need that asap. ILY CHARM.

this is from warm my bed pt 2 !

before jey could respond, zariah grabbed his hand and guided it under her dress. his fingers met the damp silk of her panties, "feel how much i want you?" zariah murmured, her voice husky. "only you, baby. it's always been only you. i only wanna protect what's ours, okay?"

tags: @msbigredmachine @levissslutt @wweprincess @bloodlineslut @reignseclipse @lizes-posts

[lizes-posts]

Thank you for the tag 💕

This from Baecation in Cuba – A Night of Fire and Passion

He smirked against her skin, hands gripping her thighs as he trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. “Relax, baby. Let me taste you.”

Tags: @bloodlineslut @prettyfilmz @sharmenthelword @jeyusos-girl @blkgirlsneedlove2

[lizes-posts]

Baecation in Cuba – A Night of Fire and Passion

Warnings ( smut , fluff)

The soft glow of the Cuban sunset painted the sky in hues of orange and pink as Y/N leaned against the balcony of their private beachfront villa. The waves rolled lazily against the shore, the rhythmic sound blending with the warm Caribbean breeze that kissed her skin. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the tranquility settle over her.

But tranquility was short-lived.

Behind her, she could feel Jey’s presence before he even touched her. The warmth of his body, the scent of salt and cologne lingering in the air, sent a shiver down her spine. Strong, tattooed arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his firm chest.

“Damn, baby,” he murmured against her ear, his voice thick with appreciation. “Look at you… standin’ here, lookin’ like a damn dream.”

Y/N smirked, arching her back slightly, pressing herself against him. She was wearing nothing but a silky, barely-there robe over her swimsuit, the fabric slipping down her shoulder, exposing smooth skin to the evening air.

“I was just enjoying the view,” she teased, tilting her head to the side as his lips brushed against the curve of her neck.

“Yeah? Me too.” His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, thumbs brushing against the exposed skin peeking out from the high-cut bikini. “But I think my view’s a little better.”

She turned in his arms, looking up at him with a knowing glint in her eyes. “You always this smooth, Fatu ?”

Jey grinned, dimples flashing as he backed her up against the balcony railing. “Only when it’s worth it.” His gaze dropped, darkening as he traced the delicate ties of her bikini top with his fingers. “And damn, you so worth it.”

Y/N shivered, heat pooling low in her belly as his touch became more deliberate, teasing. He leaned in, lips brushing against hers—light, fleeting, just enough to drive her crazy.

“Jey…” she breathed, gripping his arms.

“Mmm?” he hummed, pretending innocence as his lips trailed down her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbone.

She sighed, her head tilting back, giving him full access. He took advantage, biting down just enough to leave a mark. His hands roamed, fingers skimming the curves he knew too damn well, his touch a perfect balance between soft and possessive.

“Tease,” she muttered, tugging at his tank top.

He chuckled against her skin. “Nah, just takin’ my time.” His voice dropped lower, thick with desire. “Been waitin’ all day for this. You really think I’m rushin’?”

Y/N’s breath hitched as he pulled the tie of her robe, letting it slip open. The cool air brushed over her skin, but nothing compared to the heat radiating from his body. His hands trailed down, gripping the backs of her thighs before effortlessly lifting her onto the balcony’s edge.

Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, her hands slipping under his tank to feel the hard ridges of muscle. She loved how solid he was, how he fit against her like he was made for it.

“Let’s take this inside,” she whispered, nipping at his bottom lip.

Jey’s grip on her tightened, his smirk turning wicked. “Nah, baby. We got a whole villa to ourselves, the ocean right in front of us…” He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to her jaw. “You scared someone might hear?”

The thought sent a thrill through her. She wasn’t scared. She was excited.

And Jey knew it.

“You want me right here?” she asked, her voice softer now, teasing but breathless.

His response was a slow grind of his hips against hers, making her gasp.

“I need you right here,” he corrected. “Right now.”

His hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her easily as he carried her inside, lips never leaving hers. The villa was theirs for the night. No interruptions. No limits.

Just the sound of the waves outside… and the sounds he was about to pull from her all night long.

Jey carried her effortlessly through the open balcony doors, his grip firm yet careful, like he never wanted to let her go. The villa was dimly lit, the warm glow of candlelight flickering against the white walls. The scent of the ocean mixed with the lingering traces of his cologne, a heady combination that made Y/N’s pulse race.

He walked them straight to the massive bed in the center of the room, laying her down gently before hovering over her. His dark eyes roamed her body, taking in the way her robe had slipped open, exposing the deep-cut bikini that barely covered anything.

“Damn, baby…” His voice was thick, hungry. He ran a hand down her stomach, tracing slow circles over her hip. “You tryna kill me tonight?”

Y/N smirked, hooking a finger into the waistband of his shorts and tugging him closer. “Thought you liked a challenge.”

Jey’s grin was sharp, wicked. “Oh, I love a challenge.”

And then he was on her, lips crashing into hers with a heat that stole the breath from her lungs. His hands were everywhere—palming her thighs, gripping her waist, pushing her robe off completely until she lay beneath him in just her bikini. He trailed kisses down her neck, biting and sucking at the spots he knew made her toes curl.

Y/N arched against him as he reached the knot at the center of her bikini top, tugging it loose with a single pull. The fabric fell away, and Jey groaned at the sight of her bare skin.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice raspy with desire. He took his time, his mouth replacing his hands, leaving slow, wet kisses down her torso.

Y/N gasped, her fingers tangling in his braids as he sucked a nipple into his mouth, his tongue circling before he nipped playfully. She let out a soft whimper, thighs tightening around his waist, trying to get some friction where she needed him most.

But Jey was in no rush.

He smirked against her skin, hands gripping her thighs as he trailed lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her stomach. “Relax, baby. Let me taste you.”

A shiver ran through her as he reached the strings of her bikini bottom, tugging them loose just as easily as the top. He sat back for a second, dark eyes drinking in the sight of her bare, glistening skin beneath him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice almost reverent. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Then, without another word, he kissed his way down between her thighs, his tongue darting out for the first slow, deliberate lick.

Y/N shattered.

Her head fell back against the pillows, a breathy moan slipping from her lips as his mouth worked her with sinful precision. Jey knew her body too well—how to flick his tongue just right, when to suck, when to slide his fingers inside her and curl them just so.

He took his time, savoring every reaction, groaning against her as she clenched around his fingers. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice muffled between her thighs. “Let me hear you.”

She was already so close, her body tightening, back arching as he sucked her clit between his lips.

“Jey—fuck—”

“Mm-hmm,” he hummed, the vibration sending shockwaves through her.

It didn’t take long before she was falling, crying out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He didn’t stop—not until she was trembling, her fingers gripping his braids, begging him up.

Jey finally pulled away, licking his lips as he crawled back up her body. “You taste so damn good,” he murmured, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N reached down between them, palming the hard length straining against his shorts. He hissed, closing his eyes as she rubbed slow, teasing circles through the fabric.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she whispered, licking along his jawline. “It’s my turn now.”

She pushed at his shorts, and Jey helped her slide them off, kicking them aside. His thick, hard length sprang free, and Y/N wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him slow, watching the way his abs tensed at her touch.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, head falling back.

She smirked, pressing kisses down his chest, biting lightly at his pec before working her way lower. But just as she reached his navel, Jey growled and flipped her onto her back again.

“Nah,” he rasped. “I need you.”

She moaned as he lined himself up, teasing her entrance, rubbing his thick head against her slick folds.

“Jey,” she whined, lifting her hips. “Please.”

“Say it again,” he demanded, his voice rough, eyes locked on hers.

“Please,” she breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

That was all he needed.

With one slow, deep thrust, he filled her completely, stretching her in the most perfect way. They both moaned, foreheads pressed together as they found a rhythm—deep, slow, intense.

“Damn, baby,” Jey groaned, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher around his waist. “You feel so good.”

Y/N dug her nails into his back as he picked up the pace, each thrust hitting just right, making her whimper and gasp beneath him.

“Fuck,” he growled, kissing her hungrily. “This pussy mine.”

“All yours,” she moaned, barely able to form words as he slammed into her.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and the ocean waves crashing outside. Jey gripped the headboard with one hand, using the leverage to thrust deeper, making her cry out.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he panted, watching her fall apart beneath him.

“Yes—Jey—”

“Come on, let me feel you.”

With one final stroke, she shattered again, her whole body trembling as pleasure overtook her. Jey followed right after, groaning against her lips as he spilled inside her, his body tensing before relaxing completely.

For a while, neither of them moved, tangled in each other, bodies slick with sweat. Jey pressed lazy kisses to her temple, still catching his breath.

“Damn,” he muttered, grinning against her skin. “We should go on vacation more often.”

Y/N giggled, tracing patterns on his back. “Might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

Jey chuckled, pulling her close. “Round two in the ocean?”

She smirked, running a hand down his chest. “Race you there.”

And just like that, the night was far from over.

[lizes-posts]

Vacation things ❤️

Today, Y/N felt extra soft and sweet, her heart overflowing with love—and maybe just a little bit of baby fever. She and her husband had decided to take their precious daughter to the Cayes while visiting Y/N’s family in Belize. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and the sound of the waves was like a lullaby calling them closer.

As they got dressed and walked down to the beach—just a short stroll from their hotel—Y/N couldn’t help but smile at their little girl. From the moment they arrived, she had been completely mesmerized by the ocean, her big, curious eyes locked onto the sparkling water. It reminded Y/N so much of herself as a child, standing at the shore with the same look of pure wonder.

When it was finally time to swim, they carried their daughter down to the water’s edge, letting her dip her tiny toes into the cool waves. She let out the sweetest little gasp, her lips forming an ‘O’ before she turned to her dad with the brightest, happiest smile. Then, with wobbly little steps, she toddled over to him, lifting her chubby arms and making grabby hands.

Her husband let out a soft laugh, eyes full of love as he scooped her up. "Oh, you want Daddy, huh?" he teased, bouncing her gently in his arms as he stepped into the water. Their daughter let out a delighted squeal, clutching onto him as if he was her whole world.

"Such a daddy’s girl," Y/N said fondly, watching them with a full heart. She waded into the water to join them, but for their daughter, nothing else existed except the safety of her daddy’s arms and the excitement of splashing in the sea.

Her husband turned to Y/N with a knowing smirk. "What can I say? She knows who the fun parent is."

Y/N gasped playfully, pretending to be offended. "Excuse me?"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to their daughter’s cheek as she giggled. "I mean, look at her. The second her little feet touched the water, she came straight to me. She already knows Daddy’s got her."

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her lips. "Oh, please. Let’s be real—you’re Samoan, and I’m Belizean. Did you really think we wouldn’t have a water baby?"

Her husband laughed, shaking his head as their daughter splashed her tiny hands in the water. "Yeah, yeah, I should’ve known. She was born for this."

Y/N sighed happily, leaning into him as they stood in the water together, completely wrapped up in this perfect little moment. Their baby, their love, their happiness—right here in the waves, where they all belonged.

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Backstage at WWE part:3

The next morning, I woke up in Jey’s house, the early sunlight peeking through the curtains. Jey was still knocked out beside me, exhausted from his match the night before. His steady breathing filled the quiet room, and I smiled, knowing how hard he always pushed himself. As I stretched a little, I felt a pair of tiny eyes watching me.

I turned my head and saw his baby girl lying beside me, staring up with those big, curious eyes. She babbled softly, her tiny hands reaching toward me as if she wanted to say something important in her baby language. My heart melted instantly. How could someone be this precious?

Gently, I scooped her up, pressing a soft kiss to her chubby little cheek before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake Jey. She snuggled against me as I carried her downstairs to the kitchen, her warmth making my heart swell even more.

Once we reached the kitchen, I placed her in her little walker, making sure she was comfortable. Wanting to keep her entertained while I made breakfast, I played You Rock My World by Michael Jackson at a gentle volume. The second the music started, her face lit up with pure joy. She giggled and kicked her little feet, wiggling excitedly as she watched the music video.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I cracked some eggs and started cooking, stealing glances at her every few moments. She moved around in her walker, babbling along like she was singing with Michael, her tiny hands waving in the air. Watching her enjoy herself so much filled me with this unexpected warmth, a kind of deep, unspoken happiness.

As I flipped the pancakes, humming along to the song, I glanced over at her and giggled. She was completely mesmerized by the music video, her little hands waving in the air like she was part of the performance. Every time Michael spun or hit a smooth move, she squealed in delight, bouncing in her walker as if she was dancing right along with him.

I was so caught up in watching her that I didn’t hear Jey wake up. Still groggy, he stretched in bed, reaching out for me, only to find the space beside him empty. His brows furrowed as he rubbed his face, blinking a few times before realizing it was too quiet. The house was never truly silent with his baby girl around.

Yawning, he got up and walked toward the staircase, but the moment he heard the music playing downstairs, he stopped. A sleepy smirk tugged at his lips as he recognized the song. Shaking his head, he ran a hand over his face before making his way down the stairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he leaned against the doorway and just watched for a moment, his heart swelling at the sight before him. There I was, standing at the stove in one of his oversized shirts, flipping pancakes effortlessly while swaying my hips to the beat. And then there was his baby girl, moving around in her walker, eyes glued to the screen, her little giggles filling the room as she tried to copy the dance moves.

Jey couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Y’all really down here vibin’ to Michael Jackson without me?” His deep, raspy morning voice startled me slightly, but I just grinned over my shoulder.

“Well, somebody was sleeping like a rock, so we had to start the party without you,” I teased, flipping another pancake.

He let out a soft laugh before making his way over to his daughter, crouching down beside her walker. She squealed the moment she saw him, kicking her tiny feet excitedly. “You havin’ fun ?” he asked, rubbing her little curls.

She babbled in response, waving her arms at him, and Jey shook his head with a grin. “You already got her hooked on MJ, huh?”

I shrugged playfully. “It’s a necessary part of her education.”

Jey stood up, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched me cook. “Mmm, smells good,” he murmured, pressing a lazy kiss to my cheek.

I smiled, leaning into him slightly. “Told you we were having a party down here.”

He glanced at his baby girl, who was still vibing to the music, and then back at me. “This might be the best party I’ve ever walked into.”

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Dog fever

"Dog Fever" – Y/N & Jey Uso

Nazim was at it again. Jey’s big, brindle-coated Pit Mastiff had his own way of getting what he wanted, and today was no different. His dark brown and black coat shimmered under the office light, his lighter tan streaks giving him that signature tiger-stripe look. His big white-tipped paws twitched impatiently as he sat beside Jey, but his soulful eyes? Locked on me.

I was at my desk, finishing up a meeting, but Nazim had other plans. He let out a dramatic whine, shifting closer like he was asking me for something. I glanced at him and sighed.

"Nazim, baby, I have to finish work," I cooed, trying to focus on my laptop.

But Nazim wasn’t giving up that easily. He whined again, louder this time, his tail thudding against the floor like a drum.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Nazy, baby, let me finish. Your dad is right there—ask him! He’s not doing anything," I teased, side-eyeing Jey.

Jey, who had been watching the exchange with an amused smirk, finally spoke up. "Nazy, what you want, man?"

The moment he heard his name from Jey, Nazim’s head whipped around. Without hesitation, he leaped onto Jey, putting all his weight on him, his giant paws pressing against his chest.

"Bro—chill!" Jey laughed, trying to hold him off, but Nazim was relentless. His tail wagged wildly as he nuzzled into Jey’s face, clearly having chosen his victim.

I leaned back in my chair, grinning. "See? That’s your problem now. He was your dog first, remember?"

Jey shot me a playful glare while trying to pry Nazim off him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But you his mama now, so that means he yo' problem too."

Nazim, hearing that, turned his head back to me, eyes twinkling like he knew he had me wrapped around his paw.

I sighed, finally closing my laptop. "Fine, let’s go, you big baby."

Nazim barked happily, tail wagging even harder, as Jey shook his head. "Man, you spoil him."

I shot Jey a smirk. "Like you don’t?"

With that, we both laughed, while Nazim pranced around the room, knowing he had won—again.