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sugar talkin'
summary: Treasure knew better than to fall for pretty words. She already had a man at home, even if the relationship been dead for a minute. But when quiet, observant Jimmy Uso starts slipping into her space during late nights out with her girls, she finds herself craving the one thing she swore she wouldnât fall for again: A man who knows exactly what to say. And sugar talking can only sweeten a bad situation for so long.
fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED
warnings: explicit content, angst
smut warning: itâll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it Iâm not really good at writing âđ˝ smuts but I am improving at the moment
Jimmy Uso x Treasure
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ALSO! I donât not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios
again mdni you have been warned.
title inspired by the song âSugar Talkingâ by Sabrina Carpenter
thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the summary đŤśđ˝
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Treasure Davis - ressi, tres | 25
in a complicated relationship | hairstylist
traits - quiet, reserved, feminine
introverted unless sheâs with her girls
loyal
IG | treasure
IMESSAGE | treasure đ§đźââď¸
best friend - liv morgan
Liv Morgan - liv | 25
single | works with treasure at her mini salon
traits - chaotic, brutally honest, protective
hates treasureâs boyfriend Giovanni with all of her heart.
IG | yaonlylivonce
IMESSAGE | liv đŹ
best friend - treasure
Jonathan Fatu - Jon, Big Jim | 33
single | tattoo artist
traits - quiet, observant, social butterfly, caring, family oriented
notice everything about treasure
goofy around certain folks
IG | jonathanfatu
IMESSAGE | jimmy đŠś
twin brother - Joshua Fatu
Joshua Fatu - Josh, Joshy | 33
single, baby daddy of one | tattoo artist
traits - hothead, family oriented, goofy.
will beat your ass if needed
IG | uceyjucey
IMESSAGE | josh đŤĽ
twin brother - Jonathan Fatu
Giovanni Henderson - Gio, | 30
in a complicated relationship with Treasure | a bum ass nigga
traits - controlling, manipulative, jealous tendencies
he tries to control everything treasure do
IG | gio
IMESSAGE | giođĽą
a/n: heyyyyy im back after a long break! The updates are probably gon be a bit slow ngl since hubby is home n stuff buuut hope yall enjoy this one đŤśđ˝
EP1
vibe check. grayson waller texts.
synopsis: golden retriever!grayson waller x black cat!reader
wwe texts. wrestlemania week.
featuring: rhea ripley. liv morgan. oba femi. dominik mysterio. penta. cm punk. becky lynch. trick williams. cody rhodes.
Samba OG: Jhea
Summary: Jey buys Rhea some new shoes for Vegas.
Warnings: None just fluffy fluff
AN: Just a cute fic for my birthday which was yesterday so Iâm late but itâs my birthday so who cares đđ¤
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Rhea was getting dragged through the mall by her boyfriend to his favorite store and her least favorite.
The Nike store.
Usually, he would go while she was taking her sweet time walking down every aisle of Sephora, but Jey was dead set on getting her a new pair of shoes before Mania.
âWhatâs wrong with all the shoes I already have on? They're cute.â She explained, walking up next to him.
âThey're dirty and scuffed up, you canât be walkinâ âround Vegas like that with me.â
She scoffed at that, seeing the teasing smile pull at his lips as he pulled her closer to walk with his arm around her shoulders.
âOh woooow, my shoes arenât good enough for you?â
âI mean yoâ could clean them a bit.â Jey shrugged before a smile broke across his lips as he was pushed off of her, âFuck you.â
âCome on, Mama, let me get my woman right. Iâm a good stylist, donât hate.â Jey was very proud of the few times Rhea let him pick out her outfit; she looked good, and got lots of compliments every time, only boosting her boyfriendâs ego. But she did look good, even if she would never tell Jey that.
âFine.â She took his hand back into hers, walking him towards the store.
They walked into the leather-smelling shop, a nice man greeting them as they passed the register right to a wall full of many different Adidas.
âDo yoâ see anything yoâ like?â
Jey stood behind her with his arms pulled behind his back, admiring the way she chewed on her bottom lip as she looked at the almost overwhelming sight of shoes in front of her.
Rhea looked around, seeing a few shoes that she liked, but not for herself, until she saw a pair of cheetah print Samba OGs with red-orange laces to match the inside.
âThose are cute.â She pointed at them, pulling Jeyâs attention away from her cute face. âYou like them?â He grabbed the display sneaker off its small shelf, spinning it around, letting her get a better look at how cute it was.
âYeah, you know Iâm in my cheetah print era.â
âOh, I know.â
Every little thing that could be cheetah print without being too tacky was cheetah print in their house.
She smacked his arm not so gently, seeing his goofy smile on his lips that immediately went away when her hand slapped his forearm.
âOw! Damn, Mama, you know you're strong,â he put the shoes down to rub his arm while she laughed, âDamn right I am. Ooooo, these ones are cute too.â
Rhea grabbed another Sambat OG, this one a dark green snakeskin shoe with cream accents and a tan sole.
âI think yoâ just in your print era, Mama.â He chuckled, taking the shoes from her, âIt's cute tho.â
âI thought I didn't have a good enough style for you?â She teased, walking past him with a devilish grin that made his legs weak. Following her as if she had him by a leash.
And as if she knew where she was going.
Rhea walked them both around the shop aimlessly. Jey just let her roam as he enjoyed the view.
Rhea looked at a few other rows of shoes, but none stood out to her like the first two. Jey showed her a couple and she didnât like them even though Jey told her, âThey are classic, Rhea. Classics!"
He would learn sooner or later that she didnât care about sneakers, no matter how âclassic" they were.
âI think thatâs all I want.â She said while spinning around, âYou sure? You donât wantââ
âNo, I donât want whatever old man shoe you think I should get.â Jey smacked his teeth, waving her off. âYoâ donât know ball.â
âI know those shoes are ugly.â She retorted, watching how Jey looked at her with disbelief; his hand went over his mouth. âTake that back.â
âNope," Rhea said it in the sweetest sarcastic tone ever known to man.
Jey flagged down one of the employees that he knows from being in here every two weeks or so to get fresh pain of Air Forceâs.
âSup, man, you wore out that pair already? I swear yoâ a different type of beast.â The young man greeted him with a dap. âYou know it, but I need two pairs of Samba OG, the cheetah pack juts with the red, and them snakeskin ones in a womanâs 8 and a half.â
The man tapped away on the iPad in his hands, checking for sizes.
Rhea was looking around, rocking on her heels,
awkwardly waiting for them to be done. She gazed over the shoes with no interest in any of them.
Until.
An absolutely beautiful pair of purple shoes that were many different shades of purple, and she needed them.
âOoo, ooo, Jey, Baby.â She slapped his arm immediately with both her hands, hopping up and down with urgency. âBaby, look.â
Jey followed her finger to the pair of Air Jordans sitting on a shelf. âYou like âem?â
âYeah, look how pretty and purple they are. Can I get those too?â Her fingernails unknowingly dug into his forearm as she looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes.
Jey didnât answer her; instead, he just turned back to the guy still standing in front of them.
âAy, man, yâall got them over there in an 8 and a half?â
He looked to the back wall where Jey was pointing and said, âThe Voodooâs?â
âYeah, them.â
âAlight, that's all?â He looked back at them, holding the pad in his hands. Jey glanced down at his girlfriend, who had left him to admire the display shoe, happily bouncing up and down.
âLet me get another crispy pair of Forces for my girl.â
The young man nodded his head in understanding, âAlight, Iâll go to the back and get them for her to try on.â
âThanks, Uce.â
Jey walked up behind Rhea, seeing the joy in her eyes as she held the sneaker in her hands. âLook how pretty it is.â She turned around, shoving it into his face when realizing he was behind her. He hummed while pulling her hand back by her wrist, âI see, theyâre very you. I told you you would find somethinâ you like here.â
âWhatever.â She put it back down on the shelf and followed him to one of the small benches so she could sit down and try on all the shoes she wanted.
The man came back with four boxes of shoes, setting them beside her; Rhea immediately grabbed the pair of Voodoos while he said. âI already got yours up at the counter.â
âThanks, man, we'll let you know if we need anything else.â
Rhea flipped open the box, grabbed out the purple shoes and handing it to Jey, saying, âHere.â
He smacked his lips but loosened it up the laces for her before handing it back.
âThank you, Baby.â She took it, sliding her foot inside that fit perfectly. âOh my god, they're so cute!â
Her black jeans flowed over, covering most of the shoes beside the toes, but she still knew she loved them.
Rhea swiftly stood up, doing a little dance in place and a spin, making Jey laugh sweetly.
âYou gonna try on the other ones, or are those just 'too cute'." He teased his girlfriend, throwing his hands up in mocking excitement. Rhea was really debating throwing these shoes at his head, but she didnât because they would be dented and they were waaay too cute to be dented by his big ass head.
âIâm gonna try on the other two, asshole.â She sat back down, trading that pair of sneakers out for the cheetah print Adidas.
She put on another show for Jey, doing a little Irish jig to show off her new shoes. âThey comfortable?â Jey asked with his arms folded over his chest, âLike could yoâ walk a few miles in âem without me havinâ to carry you?â
He gave her a very real scenario that happened very often as Rhea insisted on wearing shoes that hurt her feet in the name of swag.
She gave him a look before answering him, âYeah, they're comfortable, might have to break them in at the gym before taking them to Vegas, tho.â
âAlright, open the bottom box; of them fit the snake ones fit.â He pointed his finger at the light gray box, moving it in a circle.
She looked at Jey, already having a feeling what was in the box as she grabbed it from the bottom of the stack.
Rhea flipped the lid open, revealing a crispy, bright white pair of Air Force 1s.
âNow we can match.â He smiled down at her, Jey wouldnât admit it, but he was the most corny, lovey-dovey, âitâs our 5-week anniversaryâ motherfucker she ever dated, and she adored it.
Rhea couldnât help but smile at the gesture, taking the heavy sneaker out of the box, handing it to him again, batting her eyes. âPlease.â
âOf course, Mama. Here.â
He loosened up the soft laces before kneeling in front of her, lifting her foot into his lap.
âI couldâve done that.â She argued, but didnât move her foot as he slipped the white shoe over her heel. âNow, why would I let you do that? Thatâs like me letting you open your own door.â He huffed at the absurd thought.
Jey took her hand, helping her stand up so she could look in the mirror that was lever with their feet.
She stood back, doing another spin just to feel how the shoe felt.
âItâs heavy.â She said, looking at her feet in the mirror, then lifting her leg and shaking it gently.
âSo are them dusty ass Vans you love.â He snapped back.
âThey're cute tho, we look cute .â She pulled Jey into the mirrorâs reflection with her, all the scuffs and creases in his Air Force plan as day compared to her new pair.
âWe do, told you I would get you right.â He grinned at her with a goofy smile that made her blush and laugh at the same time.
âYou want anything else or just your regular?" It was actually crazy that he had a regular at fucking Nlke.
âNah, Iâm good, you good?â
âYeah,â She stepped out of her Air Forceâs and put back on her Vanâs while Jey boxed them all back up, making sure all the dust covers were folded the right way knowing Rhea didnât care and wouldâve just tossed them in the box without a second thought.
They walked up to the register, setting the five boxes on the counter so they could get them ringed up. Rhea grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her own shoulder, trying not to watch the numbers go up and up as it reached up into the six hundreds.
It made her cringe, but she felt Jeyâs fingers tap against her skin, and somehow she instantly felt better. He pulled out his card and stuck it in the card machine.
It only took a minute before his arm was pulled off of her, grabbing both of the brown paper bags, not even letting Rhea lift her arms to try and carry one of the bags.
They walked out into the bright tilted mall floor. Jey smiled and watched her walk, almost skip with excitement from her gorgeous new shoes.
âThank you, Baby, I love all of my new shoes, just need some new boots, and then Iâm all good for Vegas.â
He chuckled at the mention of more shoes but said, âAlright, whatever you want, Mama, just get something blue for me, because Iâm gonna want to celebrate after I beat Speedâs ass.â He nudged her with his shoulder and smirked as they continued walking.
âI do look good in blue, huh?â She brought her finger to her bottom lip, tapping it innocently.
âFucking godly.â He leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
âYou bought me four new pairs of shoes, the least I can do is let you pick what you're gonna end up tearing off my body at the end of the night.â
She said with a magnetic tone that made Jey wish Mania were sooner.
âAm I gonna buy that too?â He asked, already knowing he was. Rhea turned around, walking backwards, trusting in Jey to let her know if she was about to run into someone.
âNo one ever told you if you break it, you buy it?â She looked at him with her bright blue eyes, which were the most dangerously sexy thing she could do to him.
âThen shit, maybe you should get two?â
âMaybe I will.â She tilted her head slightly to the side like she was thinking as they walked under the Victoria's Secret sign.
âYou should, maybe a red one too.â
âMaybe the whole fucking rainbow.â
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MY CELEBRATION â ROMAN REIGNS
SUMMARY: Roman just proved to the world that he can become champ again, so you made sure to acknowledge him thoroughly as a celebration.
WORD COUNT: 2.8k
Fireworks shot into the air, the large titantron congratulating the new WWE world heavyweight champion, Roman Reigns.
All on his own. He shut all of his haters up, having one of the best WrestleMania main events in history as he beat CM Punk to win the championship. It was an emotional moment for everyone, but it wrecked me in ways no one else would understand.
Heyy do you still write for mr nima or was that a one time thingđ if so girly are you willing to an enemies to lovers smut like where reader is a part of otm is the only female lots of arguing frustration flirting and yk but it's not toxic and fluff at the endđ
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my manâŚ
by jimslvrr.
heavily inspired by @usosgetmewetter and 2020 jimmy uso.
summary - jimmy and his wife get into a petty argument after he accidentally ignores her calls. what starts over missed calls quickly spirals into the only way jimmy knows how to shut his wife up for longer than five minutes.
warnings - oral / female receiving, dom. jimmy, creampie, daddy kink, slight spanking?
**not proofread, i wanted to get this out asap lol**
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serena sat at her vanity, aggressively taking her makeup off. she wasnât usually this⌠hostile, but tonight she had every reason to be.
jimmy went out with his twin and cousin to celebrate their big return back to wwe tv â three hours ago. usually, that wouldnât be an issue. she wasnât the type of wife to track her husbands every move and check in on him every five minutes while he was out. she trusted him, but always made it known to at least update her every few hours.
and now it was reaching almost twelve thirty in the damn morning.
everytime serena called â straight to voicemail. when she texted? no reply. she was getting worried to say the least..
so when she got that ring doorbell notification and heard the front door opening? she felt some type of way. did she want to jump to conclusions this late? noâŚ
âlet me at least hear him out firstâŚâ serena sighed to herself, rolling her long bundles under her pink rollers.
maybe his phone had died, maybe he left it in the car, maybe heâ
âbabe!â jimmy called out from downstairs, obviously a bit tipsy. âyou upstairs?â
âyes, jim!â serena called back, focusing on herself in the mirror.
jimmy made his way upstairs quickly, walking in the room and closing the door halfway. he tugged his hoodie off and threw it in the basket they kept inside of the closet â collapsing onto the bed with a plop.
he closed his eyes for a few moments, basking in the silence after a long ass night. but it was extremely quiet â too quiet. usually his wife would be all over him, asking him if he had fun, what he did.. all types of things. and now she was just.. silent.
âyou okay baby?â jimmy asked as he sat up slightly, eyes peaking open to look at serena. âyou tired? you hella quiet right now.â
serena stayed silent for a beat longer â gathering her thoughts. she didnât wanna fight.. but she did want answers.
âyou donât see me doing somethinâ?â she started before taking a deep breath, centering herself. âwhere you been all night, jon?â
jimmy looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. jon? what the hell did he do..
âi told you already rena. i went up to the bar wit jey and roman.. you good?â
serena stood from her vanity, smoothing down her silky rose gold robe as she walked toward the master rooms bathroom. âiâd be better if my husband actually picked up the phone and checked in at least once tonight.â she muttered, grabbing her toothbrush.
but jimmy heard what she said. of course he did.
and that â hearing him out first â had went out of the window.
âuhâŚâ jimmy scratched his head. âian even know you called, baby. my bad.â
serena peaked her head around the corner, toothbrush barely even wet before she was on defense mode x10.
âyour bad?â she scoffed rolling her eyes. âyeah it is your bad â you didnât see me calling you like ten times!?â
âwell if i did donât you think i wouldâve answered? cmon, mama donât be like that..â
âwell i am gonna be like that jon. i let you do whatever the hell you want when you want but you canât even pick up the phone when i call.â
jimmy smacked his teeth. âi didnât even see that you called!â
âand you didnât think once, âlet me call my wife and check in.â?â serena rolled her eyes â closing the bathroom door. âmiss me with that bullshit my nigga.â she mumbled before brushing her teeth.
âman wha-â jimmy rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he laid back against the pillows. âher ass trippinâ.â
serena finished brushing her teeth and walked back into the room â clearly irritated, on edge. maybe she was trippinâ.. but he knew he was wrong too.
âi donât know why yo ass up in here tryna mumble nâ shit,â serena said with a dry laugh following. âall i did was ask you a question.â
jimmy had his eyes closed, shaking his head again with a huff. âyeah, but you on one tonight bruh.â
âiâm on one? really?â she scoffed.
âyes serena, you are. acting like you donât trust me and we been married for over five years now.â
serena crossed the room and got to her side of the bed, fixing the covers so she could lay down. âoh please, jimmy. maybe i wouldnât be if my husband could just answer his phone.â
jimmy blinked his eyes open, arm draped over his head. âi said i didnât see it. yo ass just being stubborn âcause you need to find a reason to be mad at a muhfucka. i ainât did shit wrong serena.â
serena smacked her teeth â lying in bed and pulling the blankets over herself. âjonathan stop talking to me, deadass. i donât wanna hear it.â
jimmy got out of bed, mumbling to himself as he took his black longe sleeve off. âalways tryna find reasons to argue nâ shit.â
âwhatâd you just say?â
ânothinâ man.â
ânah jon if you got something to say just say it to me. donât start acting like a pussy now.â serena said, suddenly wide awake as she sat up.
âa pussy?â jimmy laughed, suddenly pacing the room like people would see on tv. âyou gonâ stop talking to me any type of way serena.â
âor what?â serena titled her head, pushing her husbands limits.
jimmy paused, just looking at her for a few seconds before suddenly chuckling, shaking his head for what seemed like the 100th time tonight.
âaight â i see what this is.â
serena raised a brow. âwhat the hell are you talking about?â
âyou know exactly what iâm talking about. yo ass ainât had no dick in a while now you acting a damn fool.â
serena tried to say something smart back â but she was stuck, that being what she least expected him to say.
âsee? see that? yo ass ainât got shit to say âcause you know itâs true.â
âjimmy, please-â
she didnât even have time to finish her sentence before he was climbing on the bed and on top of her.
ânaw baby. all you had to do is say you been missinâ me and we couldâve gotten you what you wanted sooner.â he said softly, kissing down her neck.
serena let out a low moan, trying to push him off even though she loved it. âjimmy iâm beinâ serious!â
âshhh. let me handle this. my baby need to be taken care of.â
jimmyâs hands slid down to her waist, mouth still working on the side of her neck. âwhat you got under this robe?â
silence.
jimmy chuckled, untying the knot in the front of her robe. âyou quiet now, huh?â
serenaâs robe fluttered down to her sides, revealing her bare body to her husband.
âdamnâŚâ he muttered as if he hadnât seen her like this a thousand times before. âi donât even know where to start first, mama.â
but.. he did. and they both knew that he did.
jimmy wasnât good at the foreplay at all, when he wanted his wife he needed all of her immediately. and this situation was nothing different.
âlet me see that pussy rena, cmon.â jimmy started lowly, looking down at her as she slowly spread her thighs apart. impatient like he always was; he did it for her.
he bit his lip, letting out a silent fuck. âyou wet as hell baby.. shit. i needa taste of that.â
jimmy kissed down serenaâs stomach, gripping her thighs and keeping them spread apart as he dipped lower. serena watched his every move, mouth falling open in anticipation.
his fingers slipped to her core, spreading her pussy lips. serenaâs breath hitched as his fingers finally touched her. slow, deliberate circles â soft and shallow at first, then deeper, slicker, until she was gasping, nails digging into the bed.
jimmy watched every reaction like he was starving for it. âdamn, girl⌠i ainât even started yet.â
her hips rolled into his hand, and he leaned in, kissing the corner of her mouth as his fingers kept moving. then without warning, he pulled them out and brought them to his lips â tasting her.
serena moaned out loud. her thighs squeezed together.
âlay back,â he growled, pulling her down to the edge of the bed just enough so he could kneel in between her legs.
then he buried his face between them.
his tongue moved slow and confident, curling into her, then up against that spot that made her legs tremble. he didnât let up. not once. even when her moans turned into pleas. even when her hips bucked off the bed. he held her there with his arm over her stomach, mouthing against her like he belonged there.
and he did.
âouuuu jimmyââ serena moaned out, thighs trembling.
he didnât stop until she was gasping his name, one hand tangled in his freshly cut hair, the other gripping the edge of the bed for dear life.
when she finally came, her whole body arched. shook. fell apart beneath him.
jimmy climbed back up, his mouth shiny, that smug look back in his eyes. he kissed his wife again, making sure she could taste herself. then he sat back, pulling her into his lap.
âyou donât gotta do allat next time you need a nut, baby.â he whispered.
and when he sank into her â deep, slow, every inch stretching her open, serenaâs head fell onto his shoulder.
nothing about it was rushed.
jimmy moved like he had forever.
like he was proving something.
her name kept falling off his lips like a spell.
and when she moaned out his?
he grabbed her hips and slammed up into her harder, growling low in her ear: âsay that shit again.â
serenaâs body rolled with his, both of them locked together in a rhythm that hadnât missed a beat since the last time. every stroke from jimmy felt personal. his hands gripped her thighs, his mouth on her neck, his voice gravel and low in her ear.
âyou feel that?â he breathed. âall you had to say you wanted baby.â
she could barely respond â barely think. her head dropped back, lips parted. moaning his name like a habit she couldnât break.
her fingers clawed into his shoulder as he shifted her hips again, deeper this time, rougher.
âyeah.. you finna cum. i feel that shit baby.â he groaned, slapping her ass a few times as she took over â riding him messily.
serena still could barely form a damn thought. âi-im so sorry daddy..â she managed to spit out, hands on jimmyâs chest as she rode him sloppily.
âyeah? you sorry mama?â jimmy bit his lip, looking up at her. âlook at me.â he grabbed her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. âtell daddy why you sorry..â
âjimmy..â serena whined â looking away but he made sure she looked at him again.
jimmy slapped her ass again, his other hand on her waist. âyou said you sorry. tell daddy why you sorry baby.â
âf-forâŚâ jimmy thrusted up. âshit- for having an attitude..â
he smirked, watching his wife tremble on top of him but still not faltering her pace. âyeah.. thatâs what i thought. you gon cum on daddy dick?â he gripped her hips.
ây-yes daddy..â
âcome on then.. lemme feel it.â
serena came with a loud moan, her thighs shaking as she creamed all over jimmyâs dick. jimmy began thrusting up into her again, letting her ride out her orgasm â his building up quickly.
âfuck, rena. ima cum all in this pussy..â
and when he did? all you could hear was the sound of their moans mixing together. serena couldnât take anymore as his hips stuttered.
the two of them laid like that for a while, catching their breath. his dick still buried deep inside of her.
serena poked her head up, meeting her husbands exhausted gaze. she grabbed him by his beard, kissing him slowly. âyou know i ainât done with you, right?â
jimmy laughed and shook his head. âyou gonâ be the death of me, baby.â
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private time.
synopsis: your pt is tryna FUCK. now playing: music for love by mario. pairings: bronco nima x black!femreader warnings: mdni 18+, choking, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, personal trainer!bronco, usage of government names, oral (f receiving)
dividers by @anitalenia gif by @punksyeetgifs. authors note: this isnt my best, i apologize. but some other hot shit for him will be coming for now on! tags: @punksyeet @xnightmarexpunkx @555sage
when you decided to get a personal trainer, you didn't realize how hard it was going to be to find someone. looking at your local gym was a hot mess.
they either wanted to charge exorbitant prices, or if they charged in your budget, they were flirty, barely attentive, or just a hoe looking to add bodies.
it was stressful, until your cousin introduced you to ed.
ed was your cousins good friend. he was retired personal trainer who supposedly only took your cousin as a client, but he was able to convince him to take you in.
for the past four months you've been meeting him at the park near your job, doing carefully crafted workouts tailored to your goals and needs. in the beginning the man was real quiet, only talking when he needed to motivate you to finish your reps.
thankfully, with your amazing personality you were able to get him to talk a little more. from what he likes to do in his spare time, to offering you advice on what you should do at home inbetweeen workouts.
it had become a joke at this point for you to call him papi, simply because everyone you knew called him papi.
every time someone other than you said it, he would chuckle and shake his head. but with you, he would bite his lip and fix his pants.
it was obvious, but you were more than oblivious. though, he would soon make sure you knew exactly how he felt.
it was your usual workout day, but you had found out the day before the park would be used for a community event. luckily ed said he his friend had a gym he set up but rarely used, and after cleaning the dusty area that would be temporarily where you both would work out.
once he sent the location and time you should come, you were already prepped with a change of clothes, toiletries, and whatever workout accessories the man decided he wanted to use.
by the time you left and drove to the location, it was already time to meet. you would see the man outside the building, looking up at the sunset. once spotting you and your car he would smirk before coming up to you.
"i'll park your car, go in there and start stretching. i got you." you softly smiled and nodded, bring your bag of things out the car with you. out of the corner of your eye as you got out, you could see the mans eyes fixated at your backside with hungry eyes.
you definitely had to bring that up later.
you wouldn't waste time when you got into the area, taking your jacket off and laying your yoga mat out as you stretched. you connected your phone to the mans bluetooth speaker, putting on a random wutang song.
halfway through stretching, you would hear the man close the door and walk inside, a small groan spilling out of his mouth as he watched you. "you aint doin' that right."
you would whip your head around, eyebrows furrowed. "huh?"
he shook his head, gently getting on his knees with his hands on your back. he pushed on your back in a way that they would arch, a slight gasp of pain escaping your mouth. he pushed forward, feeling his breath on your neck. "this is how you do it, gotta push yourself more. didn't do this sooner because it looks suggestive in public."
it was even suggestive in a private space, your face in the yoga. it was eerily similar to a certain position, but thankfully the man wasn't pressed your backside.
"like it isn't now?" he quickly got off of you, his face and ears slightly red. he scratched the back of his neck, looking you up and down.
"my fault, lets get started." he refused to look you in the high as you both started to work out , either looking down at the floor or looking at the ceiling. the only time he would look is to tell you how you were doing the workout wrong and pointing. he refused to touch you again, part of you loving how he respected the boundary, the other mad as you wanted him to touch you again.
by the time you wanted to say something, it was close to the end. at the end of every workout you would talk while doing some simple yoga poses, trying to calm your body down.
"are you okay? maybe you need to sit down next to me for this one. are you catching a cold?" the back of your hand would move to his forehead, the man shaking his head.
"im good mama, don't worry 'bout me." his hands would move to your shoulders, lightly squeezing them before going back to stretching.
you'd think about it for a second before your hands moved to his chest, leaning against him a bit. "you wanna show me how to stretch properly again? my back needs to be cracked a tad."
ed chuckled before nodding, a smirk on his face before standing up. it was quite obvious what you wanted, and now he knew.
ed would get back on his knees behind you, forcefully arching your back in the same position.
this time though, you be fully in that position, ass up and face down. and a certain body part was poking you on your thigh. you let out a soft sigh, your hands moving to your ankles.
"shit, i told your cousin i wouldn't make a move on you, but when you do shit like this its hard to listen to him."
oh, that's why.
you bit down on your bottom lip as you heard the mans pants rustle, them unbuttoned and halfway off his body. his hands would move to your backside, grabbing a handful harshly before slapping it hard.
you softly moaned in response, gripping your ankles tighter. "fuck, if you're gonna fuck me just do it."
"patience mami." ed spoke under his breath, pulling his boxers down. his hands pulled your gym shorts down, your glistening heat catching him off guard.
"you don't wear underwear working out?" he asked, his eyes widening as you shook your head no. for as long as you remembered, you stopped wearing underwear while working out due to friction and possible rashes. "guess todays my lucky day."
he dipped his head down to lick a large stripe from your clit upwards, your legs slightly shaking. you could feel his hot breath chuckling on your heat as he started to suck harshly on your clit.
your nails dug into your calves as he twirled his long tongue in between your folds, like he was savoring the taste of you. you were sweaty, but he obviously didn't care as he drank you up like you were the only source of water.
your moans bounced off the walls of the building, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "fuck!"
before your orgasm could even build, the man would take it away from you, his tongue suddenly off of you. he would lift you up a bit to take your shorts all the way off, gesturing you near the leg curl machine. "bend over 'fa me."
you obliged and bent over the machine, a rather harsh slap to your ass cheeks given in response. you held onto the sides of the machine, unintentionally holding your breath as you felt the males length.
"i'll try to go gentle, no promises though."
ed whispered in your ear before lining his length up to your slit, gently pushing. gasps would escape both of your mouths as he fully slid in, his mouth near your neck. he held onto you tight for a minute, trying to get used to himself inside of you before slowly thrusting.
"fuck, you tryna push this dick out or summ?" his breathing was hard and ragged near your ear, soft groans spewing out of his mouth as he thrusted.
your eyes rolled back, letting out gasp like moans as he picked up the pace, the sound of your bodies colliding being similar to gunshots. "oh my god you're so fuckin big!"
"yeah? you gon' take it though. you wanted it, you taking all this shit." the man would stand you up, his hands around your neck as he continued to harshly thrust into you.
you dug your fingers in his hips, leaning your head against his shoulders as he continued. his hands would lay flat on your stomach, a grin flashing on his face as he felt the bulge of his length thrusting in you.
your legs were almost giving out and your orgasm was impending, but the man was relentless. his length was bullying your insides, the squelching of your wetness being louder than your thrusts. he quickly pulled you into a kiss, trying to pace himself.
"i'm almost there." you whispered into his mouth, the man nodding in agreement. "are you?"
he broke the kiss to speak freely, his eyes glassy. "if i didn't limit myself i would've came three times already baby. im more than ready to cum."
he pulled you back into another kiss, his thrusts getting faster, but sloppy. heavy and ragged pants escaped out of your mouth into the males, the knot in your stomach swiftly forming. your hands would overlap his, your body shaking more as the knot quickly released itself. a white flash would blind you, a high pitched moan escaping as your orgasm crashed through your body.
your orgasm would unintentionally trigger the males, him breaking the kiss to his and groan loudly. "fuckfuckfuck FUCK! god y/n, this pussy so good."
"yeah?" you questioned once you both came down from your highs, the man immediately going to find a towel to wipe you both down. once he found one he would wipe the both of you off, pulling his boxers up before collapsing on the floor. you giggled as you laid on top of him, your hands gravitating to his hair. "how long have you been wanting to do that."
"since the moment your cousin told me you needed a personal trainer. but one, he shut that shit down. and two, i dont be sticking my dick in anything that walks, i needed to know you. i hope i made it a lil obvious."
you shook your head, covering your mouth. "i realized as i was walking in, you refuse to move your eyes from anything that wasnt my ass."
"you can blame me, have you look at that muthafucker in the mirror?" his hands would send another harsh slap to your ass cheeks, you hissing as a response. "im glad i aint listen to my homeboy."
"me too. we getting something to eat after we shower?" ed would nod, biting down on his bottom lip.
"hell yeah. though, my friend got a big ass shower here. its gon' be a lot of water splashing, and i aint talkin' bout the shower." you gasped playfully, giggling before getting up to run to the shower, the man quickly following.
"you're nasty!"
"you ain't deny it! don't run, or imma make you even more sore!"
burning up
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We Should Kiss - A Jhea Fic
Saturday, October 5, 2024
Atlanta, GA
Rhea: 715
Yeetman đ¤: dis code, boo?
Rhea: my room number
Yeetman đ¤: đ
Rhea: come see me!
Yeetman đ¤: damn đđđ
Rhea jumped up from the bed, her face burning. âTake it easy. Take it easy.â She told herself, pacing to the dresser, then back to the bed. She shouldnât have done that. Invited Jey to her room. Demanded, at that.
Why not, though? They were friends. Good friends.
Great friends.
Lately, however, sheâd been spending too much time staring at his mouth when he talked, silently memorizing and deciphering every detail. Since August, sheâd narrowed down her favorite Jey Uso smiles, grins and smirks. The ones that tugged at his lips yet were too shy to fully break loose. The half-lifted grin when he was amused. Rheaâs favorite smile wasnât the one Jey reserved just for her, his eyes soft in a way that made her knees wobble.
No.
It was the âI got youâ grin when sheâd catch him off guard. Rheaâs not always able to surprise him, so when she does, she eats up the way he freezes, stunned, his eyes the perfect imitation of a startled deer. By this point, Rheaâs already congratulating herself, waiting for Jey to catch up. Usually a full five seconds and then heâs blinking, his eyes shining with amusement, his lips parting before his toothy grin is overtaking his face. Occasionally, Jey tosses her a wink, knowing exactly what heâs doing to her blood pressure.
heâs so fine itâs ridiculous
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Warnings: age gap, cheating, fem pronouns, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving) face fucking, rough sex, creampies, cockwarming
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