The Princess Diary 👑

- hey ladies my name is Nya 🌸 -22🫧 -I write for fun (unfortunately I do not do requests but I’ll never turn down ideas🫶🏽💗) -currently obsessed with Main EVENT Jey USO 🤩🩵😫(ITS BAD DONT JUDGE)

[luuvprincess]

Master List 18+

Series

🫧= smut

Little Mama

intro

Second cast

one

Two

Three🫧*

Four🫧*

Five

Six

Seven 🫧*

Eight 🫧*

Nine 🫧*

Ten 🫧*

Pop St☆r

Intro

One

Two🫧*

One-Shots

Belong To The City 🫧*

Papa Josh

World Champ 🫧*

Mini Series

ᏕIᗴᖇᖇᗩ’Ꮥ ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY ᔕᑭᗴᑕIᗩᒪ 🫧*

IᐯOᖇIᗴᗴ & ᒍOᑌᔕᕼᑌᗩ

[shes2real]

“Stop helping me mommy, i got it!” your daughter huffed, her little hand fighting yours on the syrup bottle.

“It’s sticky, let me help you before you make a mess.”

Your hand stayed over hers anyway, she was thick headed like her daddy. She didn’t like being helped, not when she thought she could do it herself. The syrup finally spills out in a slow, uneven stream, pooling too fast on her french toast. You’re already reaching to fix it when you feel his breath hit the back of your neck.

“Good morning, mama.” Then he leans over you, pressing a kiss to the side of your daughter’s head. “Good morning, lil mama.”

“Daddy!” she snitches immediately, pointing at you with sticky fingers. “Mommy keeps helping me!”

You don’t even react to her little attitude, you just take the bottle from her, twist the cap on tight, and put it away. You slide past him and open the white china cabinet, grabbing a plate before shoving it at his chest. 

“Damn!” he jerks back, his hand catching it before it drops. His head snaps toward you. “What’d I do?…Matter fact, why is the whole house mad?”

He was used to you waking him up for breakfast so y’all could eat together like a family. Hell, he’s used to you being chipper first thing in the morning too. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you watched him move around the kitchen while he fixed his own plate. 

He let that slide, chalking it up to you being frustrated with your daughter. Until later on, when he pushed the bathroom door open without thinking, like always.

You were in the tub, your audiobook was playing and you looked relaxed. Much better than earlier at breakfast. The irritation on your face was instant when you saw him, “Yes, Jey?” you groaned, reaching to pause the audiobook.

He decided to let this slide too, even though you were starting to piss him off. This time he walks in the house and sees you on the floor, legs crossed, carefully painting your daughter’s nails as you’re laughing into the phone with Naomi. 

“Girl, yesss! Tell me about it!” you laugh, then you see him. You set the polish down, reaching for your phone, and taking it off speaker.

“I’ll talk to you later… you know who just walked in.”

He looks around the living room for a moment as if there’s someone who entered after him.

“Oh, so I ain’t got no name?” he asks, smacking his lips, shaking his head. “Uhn-uhn. Fuck that.” He snaps his fingers toward your daughter. “Babygirl, go upstairs. Lemme talk to mommy.”

She nods, getting up extra careful with her hands, and scurries off. He waits till he hears the soft click of her door upstairs. Then he damn near leaps across the room and stops right in front of where you’re still sitting on the floor, his shadow falling over you.

“Have you lost your rabbit ass mind, uce?” he growls. “What the fuck is your problem?”

You’re up just as fast, “I ain’t got no problem but if you don’t back the fuck up, it’s gon’ be one.“ 

He looks you up and down, “You been mad disrespectful,” he says. “What’s wrong with you?” 

“Nothing.” You folded your arms, looking anywhere but him.

“I’m talking to you.” His hand came up quick, gripping your chin, forcing your face back to his. “Why you been disrespecting me?”

You sat there, pouting. 

“If it’s something on your mind, gone head and spit that shit out so we can nip it in the bud. I ain’t in an arguing mood today.” 

“I felt disrespected when you did what you did the other night…” 

He lets out a sigh, already bracing himself, like he can hear where this is about to go but he lets you keep talking anyway.

Truth is, he knows you’re embarrassed. That’s the only reason he wasn’t upset. In his head, he didn’t think he was doing anything wrong. You told him he could use it. He just…took it a little too far. 

“I thought I apologized for it, my bad.” 

“You know you ain’t apologize! I trusted you and just like all of these other times that I give you an inch, you just have to take a mile! You just don’t listen!”

There it is. That’s how shit starts. Now his irritation starts creeping in, he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, eyes flicking away from you for a second like he’s trying real hard not to say something. You’re overreacting after he just said he wasn’t in the mood to argue. 

“Ight well, I’m done talking.” He turns, already halfway checked out, heading toward the stairs.

You grab him before he can get far. “Do not walk away from me when I’m talking because I’m not done!” Your voice cracks, and that’s what makes him stop in his tracks more than anything. Not the grip on his arm, and not the shove that comes right after.

“Sit the fuck down and listen to me! You wanna know why I’m so angry at the fact that you embarrassed me like that?!”

He stumbles back a step from the push, more surprised than anything, then drops into the chair with a heavy sigh. He lets his body sink into it, spreading out and dragging his palms over his face before looking back at you.

“…I’m listening.”

And the second it leaves his mouth, it hits you all over again.

You were his breath of fresh air after a long ass marriage. You made him feel alive again. He was excited at the beginning of your pregnancy, because the fantasy of family meant something to him. He told himself he could do this again. He even cried during the first ultrasound. Once you started to show, and his old life started to feel distant, he changed. He resented you for “holding him back” even though you didn’t do anything wrong. He wanted the baby. He just didn’t want what came with it. You tried to hide your growing belly like people couldn’t already tell. You remember standing there, just wanting him to notice you. To make you feel safe and secure, but he didn’t.

And now, sitting here years later, it feels the same. Is this what healing is? Everything still dragging you right back to what he did to you?

Now you’re in his arms, crying into him, telling him how much you love him like he doesn't already know. He does. He swears he loves you more, more than you’ll probably ever believe. But he doesn’t say none of that, he just holds you tighter. 

[fantasylynd]

wait are y'all deadass not gonna post jey fics anymore😭😭 PLS DONT STOP POSTING I NEED FICS😭😭

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[shes2real]

Lazy Sundays when it was gloomy outside had to be the best thing ever. Jey stood at the arched window in your bedroom, watching the light rain hit the glass. He glanced over and noticed your side of the bed was already made. Your daughter (who had slept with y’all last night) was gone too. A few minutes later, he stepped into the hallway and leaned over the stair railing. Downstairs, your daughter sat crisscross on her little pull out couch, picking at her pancake while watching tv. You were stretched out on the sectional under a blanket, reading on your Kindle.

He began to sniff, then he cocks his head, sniffing again. “I know that ain’t….” He practically floated down the stairs when it hit him.

“Y’all got Waffle House!?” he asked, loud enough to make your daughter jump.

“Daddy!” she gasped, hand on her heart. “You scared me!”

“My fault, babygirl.” He bent to kiss her cheek, then stole a piece of her pancake. She shot him a look immediately.

“Heyy! That’s mine!”

You laughed at the way they were mean mugging each other. “Your food is on the table. Leave hers alone.”

He jogged into the kitchen, washed his hands, and grabbed his plate. He dropped down beside you, took a bite, then paused mid chew. “Oh sh—” he cursed under his breath, bowing his head quick to bless his food.

You watched him with a grin, trying to fight your laughter while he throws down on his food, barely looking up between bites. He catches you staring and narrows his eyes before swallowing.

“I don’t know what you got going on but shit, I appreciate it.”

His eyes drop to your lips before you flick his forehead lightly and dap him up instead. You remind him that kissing and touching are off limits. This is as close as he gets, for now anyways.

Your daughter runs to the kitchen to throw her trash away, then wedges herself between you and him immediately reaching for your Kindle. You lift it out of her reach while Jey keeps talking.

“…you better be glad she’s right here,” he pauses, covering her ears. “you already know i’d be eating yo shit from the back and not this food. Fuck this lil bet.”

You shake your head and shove his shoulder. Then you turn your attention to your daughter, who’s now pouting about the Kindle. You explain, once again, that it’s not an ipad. “After your bath, you can play on your ipad all you want until your company comes.” you say sternly, holding her face and wiping the tears that are forming at her lash line.

“Company?” Jey asks, crunching on a piece of bacon.

“I’ll tell you later,” you say sweetly, already walking her upstairs.

It’s been a while since the two of you have fought. Longer since you’ve slept together. That alone feels like progress. Albeit, sexual frustration is evident at times, you’re still impressed. You decided that the two of you could celebrate this milestone with a date night. Roman was more than happy to babysit, he’s proud that you’re actually trying to keep Jey in check. In his words, Jey’s a “stubborn dumbass.”

You fill him in while restocking snacks for Roman and the kids.

“So, so…lemme get this straight,” he says, watching you. “we going on a date but we still can’t have butt naked sex?”

“There’s an exception. You can pick one thing that you wanna do…” you huffed, attempting to open up the box of capri suns. “Can you open this?” You hand him the box. He pops it open easily, not even pretending to think about the exception.

“Oh, well shit, you know what i want!”

“That’s not an option.”

He rolls his eyes in irritation but listens to your list of options: hugging, kissing, or he can control your vibrating panties. You had planned to save that last one for when the bet was over, but you’re just so excited to try it! Hopefully he doesn’t abuse his powers. The second the words leave your mouth, you regret it. You watch as he heads toward the bedroom with a pep in his step.

—

So far, your night has been amazing. You’d threatened to take the remote from him, which had led to him pouting and refusing to talk until you limited him to giving you just one orgasm. His mischievous smile returned, and now the two of you were perched at a rooftop table, overlooking the waterfront. The city lights shimmered on the water below, but what makes it worth it is seeing the man across from you, your handsome man.

“This sushi good as hell, damn!” He said, pointing at the sushi before pushing the plate towards you. “Here, try it.”

You giggled like a school girl, tasting the sushi. He leaned over to swipe a crumb from your lips, and before either of you realized, your mouths found each other in a kiss that showed how much the both of you needed it. The heat in your bodies grew as the kiss grows more passionate.

“This wasn’t apart of the plan,” you whispered against his mouth, pulling back slightly, but neither of you wanted to let go. He wiped his lips with a smirk.

“Don’t worry about it baby, it’s all love. We worked hard to make it to this point.” He kissed you again, his fingers sliding down to trigger your vibrating panties.

“mmf..!” You moaned, muffled by his lips as he nibbled and tugged at your bottom lip, dragging his tongue across yours before deepening the kiss. A cool breeze finally reminded you both you weren’t alone. You pulled back, fanning yourself lightly.

“What you doing all that for? You ain’t feel that breeze?” he teased.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you looked down, pressing your thighs together.

“You ain’t gotta act shy, I know when y—”

“Here’s the bill. It’s no rush at all. I’ll come back whenever you’re ready!” the waitress interrupted, smiling naively as she set it in the middle of the table.

“Nah ma’am, I’ll take care of that now.” he said, patting his pockets for his wallet.

buzz

Your eyes widened as your panties vibrate, you look over as Jey is still patting for his wallet, unknowingly turning up the intensity ever so slightly. You let your head fall in your hands, closing your eyes. If Jey didn’t turn it off soon, you were going to have an orgasm.

“Here’s my card,” he said, smiling politely before he looks over at you. He notices the table is shaking from the way you were bouncing your leg and realized that he must’ve hit the remote by accident. He didn't stop it, but he did lower the intensity. You should’ve been thanking him, but instead you gave him a pout.

“My bad, boo. I ain’t even mean to do it, that time.” He almost laughs until he sees his friend Cody, and his wife walking toward the elevator. He couldn’t wait to speak to his friend. You were happy to speak to the couple, but it was hard to do much of anything when you had a petty ass babydaddy with a remote in his pocket.

As Brandi talks to you, sweet as ever, you nod along, your thigh trembles before you can stop it. You press your heel into the floor to ground yourself. Jey pulls you in and slides an arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing lazy circles against your hip while his other hand rests casually in his pocket.

“She was just telling me how much she misses me, ain’t that right baby?”

“Yess!” The word drags out, and you bury your face into his neck to hide it. He shushes you softly, lips brushing your temple. “Cum, baby.” The vibration suddenly jumps to a rapid setting. Your mouth falls open as you cling to him, trying to disguise the way your body jerks.

Brandi seemed to catch on but, nevertheless, minded her damn business. “Mhm, well…it was nice catching up with yall.” Cody on the other hand is dumbfounded until Brandi whispers something in his ear. He looks at you, then over at Jey’s smug ass expression. A slow grin spreads across his face before he daps Jey up.

This stunt he pulled is exactly why you didn’t want to do this in the first place. He just couldn’t help himself. He just had to be cocky and now you feel stupid for thinking tonight would be different.

Now, the two of you are arguing the whole ride home.

“You boring as hell! Do you know how many couples be on some freaky shit in public?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT, ASSHOLE! YOU MADE ME CUM IN FRONT OF YOUR COWORKER AND HIS WIFE!” You yell, crossing your arms and turning your body away from him and looking out of the passenger window.

“That shit turned me on, it was sexy. You ain’t like it?” He turned to look at you.

“HELL NO!”

Jey shook his head as he thought that maybe he did go too far this time. That’s why he’s in the dog house to begin with. He grips the steering wheel harder, staring straight ahead.

Damn. He can’t do shit right.

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[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Anniversary Blues - Chapter 4

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Sienna unlocked the front door, the click echoing louder than she expected. The house was quiet. She let out a sigh and leaned against the closed door, closing her eyes for a moment. She wasn’t even supposed to be back home; she was supposed to be with Alicia, but… even after all the yelling, all the distance, she couldn’t stay away. 

She pushed herself off the door, stumbling slightly as her feet were starting to hurt from the heels she had been wearing all night. Her stumbling must’ve alerted Rocco because he came barreling out of the kitchen, tail wagging furiously, nails clicking against the hardwood.

“Shhh.” Sienna shushed him, bending down slightly to pet him. Rocco whined loudly and nuzzled into her palm. “It’s okay.” She whispered, looking up just as Josh walked into the foyer. “Shit!” She jumped, holding her other hand to her chest. “You scared me.” 

“Sorry,” Josh whispered, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He watched as she shuffled in her heels, obviously uncomfortable with his presence. “I didn’t think you would come back.” He was still whispering as if raising his voice would scare her away. 

“I wasn’t…” She admitted. “I just… I don’t know why I came back.” 

Josh nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. He looked like he wanted to say a hundred things, but didn’t trust himself to say the right one.  He watched Sienna as she sighed and shifted on her feet again. He walked over to her and held his hand out, holding his breath as he waited for her to grab it. 

Sienna’s eyes flickered between his face and his hand.

Josh’s fingers flexed slightly. “You don’t have to,” he murmured, already preparing himself for her to reject it. She hesitated another second. Then slipped her hand into his. He gently led her to the living room and eased he onto the couch. 

Sienna watched as Josh lowered onto his knees and picked up her left foot. Her breath hitched as he gently removed her shoe and started to massage her foot. 

“You remember the night we met?”  He asked after a moment of silence, his eyes flickering up to hers as his thumb brushed the arch of her foot. 

“Of course I do.” She muttered. She could remember it like it was yesterday, 

Josh smiled. “Man, I remember just lookin’ at you and just thinkin’... that’s the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on.”  His thumb kept moving gently over her foot. “I swear, I spent the whole night tryna’ figure out how imma talk to you.” 

Sienna laughed and rolled her eyes when he winked at her. “You still stuttered when you said your pick-up line.” 

Josh threw his head back and let out a loud laugh. “Yo! I was nervous. Cut me some slack, Si,” 

He eased her foot down before grabbing the other one and giving it the same attention. Sienna felt some of the tension leave her body, and the ache of disappointment and loneliness began to soften, just enough to remember why she fallen for him in the first place. 

Josh cleared his throat, making Sienna bring her eyes back to his. “I’ve been so fuckin’ stupid, Si. I let my head get too full of everything else, and I forgot the most important thing: you.” 

Sienna’s chest tightened, and she wasn’t sure if she should smile or scowl. “You know it wasn’t just about you missing our anniversary. That was just the straw. It was you just,,, forgetting me.” 

Josh’s hand paused on her foot. His thumb stilling for a moment as he looked up at her, his eyes raw with emotion.  “I know, Si, I never meant to make you feel you wasn’t seen. You my whole world, baby.” 

Sienna felt the tears she had been holding in slip down her face, but before she could wipe them away, Josh shuffled closer and wiped them away. “I know you want me to prove it to you, baby, and I will spend every day until I die proving to you that you’re it for me.” 

Josh leaned closer, resting his forehead on hers. “There ain’t nobody else that I would fight for like how imma fight for you. You walking out on me opened my eyes, Si. I’ve been taking you for granted.” He said, voice rough around the edges. “And I know I’m repeating myself, but I lost sight of you, and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.” 

Sienna’s breath hitched, but she could hear the sincerity in his voice. She could see by the look in his eyes that he was being completely honest and open with her. 

Josh cupped her face in both his hands. “I’m not gon’ lie to you, Sienna. I’m scared as fuck right now. Watching you walk out on me broke me. I never wanna feel that distance between us ever again.” 

Sienna’s lips trembled, and for a moment she could barely form any words. “Josh, I-” 

He tightened his grip on her face, his forehead still pressed against hers. “I know I hurt you, I know. But I’m ready to man up, Sienna. I’m ready to fix the rift that I caused. I’m not asking you to forget, either; I’m just asking for another chance.” 

She swallowed hard. “What if I’m scared to believe you?” She finally whispered. “What if I’m scared to let myself hope again?” 

Josh’s eyes softened. “I’m not gonna rush you. I’ll show you every single day that I’m in this a hundred percent with you. No matter how long it takes for you to believe in me again, I’ll be here.”  

Sienna’s hand rose slowly, her fingers brushing against his cheek, smiling as he nuzzled into her palm. 

Josh’s lips curved into a small, but relieved smile. “This is all I need, Si. I just need to know that you’re still here with me.” 

“I’m still here, Josh.” 

Josh nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Thank you.” He whispered, eyes brimming with tears. “I can’t change the past, but I swear on everything I love. I will be better, do better, for you.” 

Sienna studied him for a moment. She heard words that that before, bold promises, grand declarations that he never lived up to. But this was different, quieter… more real. 

Instead of speaking, she let her actions speak for her. She gently cupped his face in her hands and placed her mouth over his in a soft, sweet, but passionate kiss. Josh hesitated for a millisecond before recovering and kissing her back. 

The kiss wasn’t frantic or desperate… it was deep, both Sienna and Josh putting all the unspoken words and feelings into the kiss. 

Josh shifted closer to her, basically melting into her as her fingers threaded through his hair. The kiss deepened, slow but heavier now, months of love and weeks of hurt blending into something honest… something raw. 

There were still things to fix, conversations to be had, but right now it was just them, choosing each other. 

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[uceyliyahh]

I wish the twins got treated better mane cuz wtf was the point of Jimmy flying all the way down there just to be on commercial break with his brother hitting a promo when he could’ve just stayed home with his wife.

[fantasylynd]

Folded ☆ Jey Uso

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

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

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

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Main Event🌴🔐💙: In the area

Do you want me to come get my things still?

Yeah I do.

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

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

I would have deserved it.

Let me know when you wanna slide

Main Event🌴🔐💙: Aight mamas

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

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

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

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

Main Event🌴🔐💙: Can I pull up?

Yeah

Main Event🌴🔐💙: You ate?

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

Imma pick you up something.

No arguing.

That's not your responsibility anymore Jey

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

Be there in 30.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay..." You braced yourself

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

"I know what I promised you Jey but-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know." You frowned

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

"Im sorry."

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

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

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

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

"Sorry daddy." You giggled kissing his lips

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

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

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

"I missed you."

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

"Jey the clothes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"J-Je" You stuttered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"J-Je-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Folding."

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pairing — jey uso x fem!reader word count — 4.2k summary — when jey’s new title starts to go to his head, you decide he needs to be put back in his place. warnings — sub!jey, dom!reader, humiliation, sex toys, brat taming note — this takes place after the twins won the world tag team championship in december 2025 general masterlist jey uso masterlist join my taglist here ♡

Jey had been unbearable since the win.

That title hadn’t left his sight– not even at home. He carried it from the gym to the kitchen like it was a second skin, slinging it over his shoulder when he filled up your water bottle like he was doing you a favor by just being there. Shirt off. Chain on. Sweat still glistening along his chest as he grinned at you like he was the one running the house.

Like the gold made him invincible.

Like you were the prize he already claimed. 

At first, you let it slide. That post-victory glow? Fine. He earned it. He bled for it. You were gonna let him have his moment. 

But that was four days ago.

And now it was the little things– the ones that build, the ones that bite.

You asked him to turn his music down when he was working out, and he didn’t. You reminded him not to leave his belt on the table, and he raised his brows like “who gon’ check me?” He grabbed your ass while you were talking on the phone for work. Cut you off mid-sentence twice during dinner. Stood too close when you told him to wait.

Worse than all of it though, was the grin he wore when you called him out on it.

That cocky smile like he knew you’d forgive him. Like he was already picturing you on your knees, forgiveness dripping from your mouth, begging to make him feel good because “that’s what you always do, baby.” 

Except tonight? Tonight, you were done. You felt it in your chest before you even spoke.

You were standing by the sink, back to him, scrubbing the edges of your water bottle, like it was the only thing in the world worth paying attention to. The house was quiet except for the soft rhythm of your hands against plastic and the hum of the refrigerator.

He was leaned against the counter in those low-slung gray shorts– the thin, drawstring kind he knew you liked. Chain still on. Skin damp from a shower, glistening just enough to look like effort. The belt– the newly-won, hard-fought, shiny fucking tag title belt– was perched right next to him on the counter like a centerpiece, gleaming under the recessed light like it belonged in the Louvre.

You he knew it. You could feel him basking in the silence. His muscles flexed when he stretched his arms behind his head, elbows wide, like he was airing himself out. Like that gold had somehow given him permission to be ten times louder, slower, cockier.

His voice was warm when it finally came. Smooth. Coated in that kind of sweet drawl he dipped into when he wanted something– when he thought all he had to do was ask the right way.

“You really ain’t gonna talk to me all night?”

You hummed, soft and dismissive.

His teach clicked together gently like he was biting a smile. “Damn,” he laughed. “Still got an attitude?”

You didn’t turn around.But your grip on the towel tightened just slightly, your thumb pausing at the rim of the bottle’s lid. You stared down at the sink and breathed once through your nose. He didn’t notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care. 

“You win one new title,” you murmured, “and forget how to act.”

There was a pause behind you. A shift in his weight. Then—

“Girl, what?”

He said it like a joke. Like he didn’t even need to defend himself, because you had to be teasing. You set the bottle down slowly. Towel folded. Hands braced on the counter. You weren’t mad. You weren’t yelling. You hadn’t even raised your voice. Because you weren’t here to fight with him. You were just tired.

“You know I ain’t forget nothin’,” he said behind you, stepping a little closer. “I’m just sayin’, you been actin’ real uptight lately. Thought maybe I could help with that.” He said it like he was the solution to your shitty mood. Like he thought his dick was the cure. And on any other day? Yeah, maybe it would be. But today wasn’t that day.

You felt him now, just behind you. His heat pressed close, not quite touching. One hand hovered near your waist, not bold enough to grip you yet, but itching to. His breath was warm over your shoulder. 

“Lemme take care of you,” he murmured, soft. Sugary.

And that’s what did it. You picked up the towel again. Sat it next to the bottle. Hands calm. Body calm. Voice calm. Then you turned around. And the second he saw your face—his mouth shut. Because this wasn’t your teasing expression. This wasn’t your flirt. This wasn’t even your warning look. This was stillness. This was when the weather changes and the birds go quiet. This is when everything inside him says you’ve gone too far.

“I’ve been acting uptight?” you asked, voice low. Flat. No bite. Just disappointment.

He lifted his chin a little, tried to meet you halfway with bravado that didn’t quite land. “I ain’t mean it like that.”

“No?” You stepped forward once. One slow step into his space. “Then how did you mean it?” He didn’t answer. His lips twitched like he was reaching for charm that didn't want to come. He shifted back slightly, unconsciously. Your gaze dropped to the belt on the counter— angled just right to reflect the light. You looked back up.

“You’ve been walking around this house like that belt makes you royalty.”

He laughed, but it was shaky now. “Maybe it does.”

“Oh?” Your head tilted. You took another step. “You think gold around your waist makes you the boss of me?”

His breath caught. He faltered, just for a second.

“That’s not what I said.”

His voice was smaller now. Still shaped like defense, but softer. Like maybe he was realizing the words he was choosing didn't carry weight in this room anymore. Not with you standing there like that. You didn’t let him recover.

“It’s what you act like.”

He opened his mouth, ready to argue. Maybe to deny it, maybe to plead. But you didn’t give him space to speak. You kept going. Firm. Calm. Lethal.

“You ignore what I say.”

Your words cut slow.

“You touch what’s mine without asking.”

His eyes dipped.

“You run your mouth in front of people like you don’t belong to me.”

That one landed. Hard.

He shifted on his feet, jaw tight, something flickering behind his eyes that looked suspiciously like shame. You paused. Let it settle. Let him feel every word fall like weight on his chest. Then, softer, deadlier, you asked, “Do you still belong to me?”

He blinked. Once. Twice. His gaze flickered like he didn't know where to look. His throat worked hard around the answer. And when it came, it was quiet. Barely a whisper.

“You know I do.”

You nodded once.

“Then show me.”

He hesitated.

That was the moment. Right there. Where he realized this wasn’t going to be fixed with a kiss and a couple yes ma’ams. That tonight wasn’t about you getting off— it was gonna be about him getting put back where he belonged.

Your voice sharpened. Cut clean.

“Now.”

His shoulders twitched, like he wasn’t expecting the command to hit so hard. Like it rattled something deep in him. And then he moved. Not fast. Not confident. Just… deliberate, and careful.

Jey followed you down the hallway without a word. His bare feet were heavy against the floor— each step deliberate, cautious, like he was trying not to make the moment worse by breathing too loud. You didn’t look back. You didn’t tell him to hurry. You didn’t say a thing. You just left the bedroom door open and waited.

When he stepped inside, he was quiet. He felt as if he had just walked into a room where something sacred was about to happen, or something dangerous. The air shifted behind him. Still. Heavy.

The belt was still in his hands. But it was different now.

It wasn’t tossed over his shoulder like he was about to hit a pose for the camera. Wasn’t dragging off his hip like something he forgot to take off. No. Now he was holding it to his chest— tight. Not cradling it like it was precious. He was clutching it like it was armor.

Like it might save him.

Like it meant something.

He hovered near the wall, just inside the room. Didn’t step further. Didn’t sit down. His fingers curled around the leather strap like it was a part of him. His arms folded across it, gold plate pressed flat to his chest like a confession he didn’t know how to say out loud.

And you thought, maybe he was scared you would take it from him.

And maybe you would.

You crossed the room slowly, nothing in your posture rushed or reactive. Just steady. In control. You faced the dresser, ran your fingers across the smooth wooden top— but you didn’t open it. Not yet. Not until he knew why he was in here.

When you turned to face him, he didn’t look at you. He was looking down at the belt. Then up at you. Then back again. Like maybe it held the right words. Like maybe if he looked long enough, it would explain everything he did wrong for him. Maybe if he held it tight enough, you wouldn’t say what you were about to say.

But you did.

You stepped forward. Just one step. He straightened instantly— like instinct, like his spine remembers submission even if his ego didn’t.

You tilted your head, voice soft but sharpened at the edge. Like velvet with a knife tucked inside.

“You really thought that made you a boss?”

He looked up.

And for the first time in days, you saw something real flicker behind those long lashes— hesitation. Not defiance. Not mischief. Something smaller. Something shakier.

His big brown eyes widened just slightly, caught somewhere between shame and desperation. And something in him wanted to argue. You could see it start to rise in his chest, then falter.

“This… this do mean something,” he said, quietly. Not snappy. Not smug. Like he needed it to be true. “I earned this.”

You nod once. That much, you’ll give him.

“You did,” you said. “You earned that title. You fought for it. Bled for it. Got your hand raised on national TV. You made your family proud.”

His jaw ticked. Chest rising shallow.

“But…”

Your voice dipped, softened.

“…you didn’t earn me this week.”

That hit.

You watched it happen— how the words sank into him like a stone through water. His lips parted, but nothing came out. Just breath. Just this dumbfounded ache that cracked right through his chest and spilled across his face.

He stared at you like you just pulled the rug out from under everything he had been clinging to.

And you didn’t stop.

“You walked around this house like that belt made you untouchable,” you said, voice low and steady. “Like it meant you didn’t have to listen. Like it gave you permission to forget who you belong to.”

He didn’t speak. He just clutched the belt tighter. Knuckles pale. Shoulders stiff. Face unreadable, but his mouth trembled when he exhaled.

“I thought this meant I was a champ,” he said finally.

And it wasn’t defiant anymore.

It was small. Quiet. Like he was realizing— right here, right now— that he got it wrong.

“That just makes you a man with a belt,” you murmured.

You stepped closer.

He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

“Being mine?” you said, eyes locked to his. “Earning me? That’s the part you forgot how to do.”

His lips twitched like he wanted to speak. Maybe to argue. Maybe to plead. But the words died behind clenched teeth. His jaw tightened hard enough that the muscle jumped, and for one fleeting second, his hands went slack.

The belt dipped. Just slightly. Just enough for you to see the doubt creep in. But then he gripped it again. Tight. Like if he just held it hard enough, if he just kept it close, it would mean what it used to mean. It would still make him important here.

It didn’t.

You stepped in, quiet and smooth, until the space between you was gone. And then, softly, you reach up. You didn’t snatch it. You didn’t even try to take it. Your fingertips drifted along the top edge of the gold faceplate, slow and featherlight. Just touching. Just tracing the heat of it. The weight. The outline where his chest rose and fell too fast beneath it. You weren’t feeling the belt. You were feeling him. 

“You want this to matter in this room?” you whispered. His breath hitched. You leaned in, close enough that your lips nearly brushed the edge of his skin.

“Then learn how to wear it without acting like it makes you untouchable.”

He blinked hard, eyes flicking away like it physically stung. His throat worked visibly. Shoulders tense. You watched the internal war break loose right there under his skin. He didn’t know what to do.

Drop the belt? Offer it to you? Beg you to strip it from him like punishment?

He shifted on his feet, jaw tight, fingers flexing over the leather like it was burning him. Like he was trying to figure out how to make it right again. How to prove he was still worthy– not of the title, but of you.

You smiled. Slow. Indulgent. Knowing. Then you took a single step back and nodded toward the bed.

“Set it down,” you said, firmly now. “Neatly.”

He hesitated. Just a blink of a pause. One last breath held in his chest like pride might still save him. But it didn’t. So he obeyed. Of course he did.

He moved toward the bed slowly, reverently, as if his legs were carrying shame and not muscle. He lowered the belt with both hands. Both, like he was offering something sacred, and placed it right at the edge of the mattress.

Flat. Centered. Perfect.

His hands hovered a second too long. His fingers ghosting over the nameplate like he was still trying to convince himself that it meant something.

And it did. Just not tonight. Not compared to you.

You let the silence stretch after he set the belt down. Long enough for his heart rate to climb. Long enough for shame to creep in around the corners of his mouth. Let him stand there empty-handed, stripped of bravado, shoulders still tense, chest rising too fast like he was choking on the silence. He didn’t know where to put his hands now. Should they hand loose? Fold across his chest? Clasp behind his back? None of it felt right. None of it made him feel like a man in control.

He didn’t know if he was about to be forgiven or destroyed. Good.

You turned back toward the dresser at last. The drawer glided open with a soft, familiar sound. And his eyes locked to the movement immediately. He knew what was in there. He had seen it. Felt it. But never like this. Never when you were mad. Never when it was about him.

You didn’t rush. You didn’t even look back at him yet. You ran your fingers over every shape, every ridge, every color like you were tasting them through your hands. Slow. Unhurried. Deliberate. You weren’t just picking a toy. You were choosing how he suffered. 

When your hand finally closed around the one you wanted, you lifted it halfway, just enough for the light to hit the color. 

Pink. Smooth. Unapologetic.

No straps. No attachments. Just exactly what you needed. You glanced over your shoulder. Jey’s breath stuttered. 

“I don’t reach for this much,” you said, tone flat. 

His voice was small. “‘Cause you don’t need it.”

You turned fully now, dildo hanging loose from your hand like a leash. “Exactly.” You stepped closer. “Why would I need a toy… when I’ve got a man right here?”

And fuck, the way his chest lifted, his lips parted, like he was already hearing you’re moans in his head. LIke his dick was about to be forgiven before you even touched it.

But you took it away.

The hope. The chance. The illusion. Gone.

“But right now?” Your voice dropped, like the room itself needed to hush for what you were about to say, “You’re not acting like the man I thought I had.”

Jey deflated right in front of you. Like you pulled the bones out of him. HIs brows furrowed. His mouth opened to protest, then closed. 

“You gotta earn me back,” you reminded him quietly. The same line. Same cadence. Same sentence that folded him in the kitchen.

He nodded, slow. “Yeah.” His eyes drifted to the toy. Back to you. “You ain’t gonna…” His voice hitched. “...use that on me, right?”

There was a tremble in his question. Not fear, just shame. Nervous submission. Like he knew he deserved to be used and wasn't sure if he could take it. You smiled. Not cruel. Not teasing. Corrective.

“Oh, baby,” you murmured, stepping close enough for him to smell your lotion, feel your breath. “No.”

Relief flashed across his face. Bright, stupid, and so short-lived it was almost pathetic.

“I’m not using it on you,” you continued, letting your voice fall an octave. “I’m using it on me.”

And there it was. That confusion. That twitch in his brow. That tiny twitch of his fingers like he didn’t get it yet, but he would.

“Then why–” he started.

You lifted the toy and tilted it slightly, letting the head glisten in the warm light. “Because I’m not putting it in cold,” you said. “And I don’t want lube.” Jey’s mouth parted. “No,” you whispered, stepping even closer. “I want it wet. I want it warm, and I want it dripping.”

He was still staring at the toy like maybe you didn’t just say what you said. Like maybe he misunderstood. But he didn’t. You watched it happen– the twitch in his fingers, the subtle shift of his weight like he didn’t know if he should fall or run. The part of him that wanted to disappear beneath you, and the part that wanted to deserve it. 

You didn’t blink. And when your fingers tightened just slightly around the base of the dildo, his breath left his chest in one long, shallow exhale. He knew. He knew what was coming.

“Knees.”

One word. No room for misunderstanding. No softness in your tone. It landed like a damn commandment. And he obeyed. 

Jey dropped smooth, knees to hardwood. No theatrics, no hesitation. Just silence and obedience and the soft sound of skin against floor as he positioned himself in front of you. Palms flat on his thighs. Spine straight. Head tilted up to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide now. Not afraid. Not cocky. Just open. Raw. Ready.

Exactly how you liked him.

You stepped close, so close the hem of your shorts brushed his chest when you breathed. You didn’t speak. You just raised the toy slowly until the tip hovered in front of his mouth. Close enough to feel the heat of it from your hand.

He didn’t move. He didn’t dare.

He looked up at you with those big brown eyes, lips parted just enough that you could see the nerves building up behind his restraint. Like he needed your permission to wrap his mouth around what you were offering. Like he knew that this wasn’t for him. 

Your fingers slid into his curls at the nape of his neck– light, steady– not yanking, not tugging. Just anchoring him in place. Grounding him.

“You wanna make this right?” you murmured.

He nodded once, sharp.

“Then earn it with your mouth.”

Jey’s lips parted fully now. Breath slow, eyes locked to yours. You pressed the tip in gently. Just the tip. He closed his lips around it, slow, soft. His tongue curled underneath instinctively. You felt him sigh through his nose as his jaw relaxed, as his cheeks hollowed slightly around the head of it. He wasn’t trying to impress yet.

He was just starting. Like he wanted to taste your forgiveness on the toy. You hummed, pleased. Calm. Still in control. 

“More.”

He took it deeper. A slow, obedient inch. His lips glided over the shaft, smooth and reverent. His tongue worked careful little swirls against the underside, and you watched the tension melt out of his body with each pass. Your grip on the base tightened, just enough to guide the pace. He let you. He wanted you to.

Jey began to suck– wet and noisy now, louder than before. The kind of sucking that sounded needy. Sticky. Sloppy. 

“That’s it,” you whispered. “Make it messy.”

And fuck, he did.

His jaw flexed, throat working as he sucked harder now. He pulled back with a wet pop, then spit thick across the shaft– his own spit stringing from his lips to the toy before he shoved it back in again, deeper this time.

More spit. More sound. More of his pride dripping onto his chest. He moaned around it. Eyes still locked onto yours, watery and wide and completely wrecked already.

His hands gripped his thighs like they were the only thing keeping him from touching you– like he was fighting every instinct to reach for your hips, your legs, your praise. But he wouldn’t. Because he knew he wasn’t allowed. He pulled off with another wet gasp, panting.

“Messy enough?” he whispered, voice hoarse.

You ran the toy along his cheek, smearing the spit he worked so hard for across his flushed skin. You smiled. 

“Not even close. Open.”

You tilted the toy slowly, guiding back toward his tongue like you were painting his mouth with purpose. His lips sealed around the shaft with practiced appreciation, and you let it glide until it tapped the roof of his mouth with a slick little pop. His tongue chased it. So did his mouth– head tipping forward the moment it slipped away, like he couldn’t stand the feeling of it leaving. 

Drool spilled freely now. It leaked from the corners of his mouth, bubbled at the edged of his lips, and dripped slow down the curve of his chin. You watched the path it carved– down his throat until it finally settles in a glistening pool just under his collarbone. 

You didn’t wipe it. You didn’t slow him down. You wanted him ruined in this. Soaked. Sloppy. Owned.

“You know why you’re doing this?” you asked.

He moaned around the shaft– something high and needy and so soft you barely caught it. You pulled the toy out again, slow and controlled, just until it slid past his lips with a wet gasp. Jey’s mouth opened wider, still reaching, still desperate. And when you paused, pressing the tip against his flushed cheek again, he didn’t flinch. You just dragged it there. Letting the silicone smear through his spit and paint another hot, glistening line across his skin.

“Tell me.”

He blinked once. Breathed hard.

“‘Cause I forgot who I belong to,” he whispered. His voice cracked. Your smile broke slow.

“And who do you belong to?”

His answer came fast now. Sharp and certain.

“You.”

“And who comes first?”

“You do.”

You hummed, satisfied.

“Good boy.”

And then you guided it back in. HIs lips parted like they had been waiting for it, and this time, he took it. Buried it deeper, slid it between his lips with zero hesitation. HIs hands fisted into the fabric of his own shorts like he was grounding himself– because everything else in his body was working for this. 

No thoughts. Just suck. Just serve. 

Jey fucked himself on it now. Head bobbing. Lips flushed and stretched. His tongue worked like he was memorizing every inch. Spit flew. It was loud. Wet. Relentless. The toy was drenched. So was he. He moaned around it like it was his only language. Deep, hungry sounds that vibrated right into your palm. He was starving for approval– gutted by the need to make it perfect for you.

And fuck, he looked so beautiful like this. 

You released his curls, just for a moment. Let your hand drift between your own thighs, pressing into the heat blooming there. You didn’t even mean to. Your body just reacted– because Jey was on his knees, mouth ruined, eyes glazed. Eyes that wouldn’t stop looking up at you like you were the answer to every ache he had ever had.

Your pleasure. Not his. Not tonight.

You finally took the dildo from his mouth, dragging it free with another wet pop. It shone in your hand– slick, hot, and heavy with his devotion. His spit clung in strings between your fingers and the base.

You admired it for a moment. Then you turned and walked toward the bed. You didn’t say a word. Didn’t look back. But you knew he was watching. Mouth open. Breathing hard.

Desperate. Hungry. And still not allowed to touch.

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blurred lines .ᐟ.ᐟ chapter seven.

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synopsis: what starts as a normal interaction between a girl and her best friends uncle at his house turns into something both of them weren’t prepared for, with love shutting out looming uncertainty.

pairings: football coach!bsfsuncle!jey uso x younger!black fem oc

now playing: close to you by dreezy ft. t-pain

warnings: 18+ mdni, speaking in slang, cussing, groping, handjob, fingering, unprotected p in v, position is linked as a gif, viewer discretion is advised.

authors note: we going a little fast y’all, eb’s meeting the parents! i wanna end both stories by like the twentieth chapter. just lmk if thats a good idea.

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“so, be honest uce. how young is she?” jimmy ask, a bag of chips in his hand as he stood over jey’s kitchen counter.

damn near a month later and he was finally asking about ebony, a smirk on his face. he had to find out the girl that made his brother madly head over heels over.

“that ain’t important, all you need to know is her frontal lobe developed. and even if she wasnt gon be mine, you would’ve been seeing her anyways.” jey would have a old game he coached on, taking notes.

he hasnt been focused since getting with ebony, but thankfully she’s been pushing him to get his head screwed on right about his job.

it mattered more to him, considering she didnt even like the team he coached for.

“yeah and why is that? she know somebody from our family? and is she gon be at the kickback next week?” jey paused the game, turning his head. he totally forgot about that. his lady was a shy woman, who knows if she would agree.

damn, he’s already calling her his lady, he’s whipped.

“ion know, id have to ask. but she’s milani’s friend.” he would say, turning to see jimmy with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking for a second.

“are you talkin’ about the friend that i couldve swore milani made up? that same one? you’ve had a properly conversation with her?” jimmy would question, his voice going higher with every sentence.

“uce yes, you saw the damn post she tagged me in. imaginary people cant post on instagram.” he would suck his teeth, shaking his head as he turned to phone, seeing a text from ebony.

my heart🩷: hey baby, quick question.

joshybear🧸💗: damn i was just talking about you, whats up?

my heart🩷: you were talking about me?

joshybear🧸💗: nothing like that, my brother was asking about you and if you were going to my familys kickback

my heart🩷: lol thats literally why i was texting. i really want to go, but i wasnt sure if you wanted that to be the first time i meet your parents.

joshybear🧸💗: as long as you’re comfortable, im comfortable. they already think lani made you up, it would be funny for you to pop up to be like ‘im real, now wheres the food?’

my heart🩷: youre so damn stupid lol. okay good because im currently at the mall. i’ll come over when me and lani are done.

joshybear🧸💗: take youre time, i’ll see you later.

my heart🩷 loved ‘take your time, i’ll see you later.’

“she’ll be there, she just texted me asking if she should go.” jimmy nodded, walking over to the couch and sitting where his brother was.

“her being ’lani’s friend makes so much sense, she’s already convinced ma that she’s a nice girl and that this one is gonna be the one for jey to marry.” jimmy would say, mocking his niece. “imma be deadass with you, because you are my twin brother, i believe her.”

jey would softly smile, turning to his brother. “you think so? shes so special. its only been a couple of months, but ive been so happy.”

“we won last week and instead of celebrating with the team you were on the phone, talking like you were the happiest person on earth.” jey would laugh, remembering that. ebony had called seconds after the team had won, still a bit salty that her team lost but still wanted to congratulate her boyfriend on being a great coach. he was all smiles that night and the whole week, the woman giving him a happiness he didn’t expect to have.

as they were talking the man would hear keys jingling, turning to the door, which was in clear view. the woman of conversation would be the person at the door, a plethora of shopping bags in her hand. she looked miserable.

“you look like shit honey.” jey would say, causing jimmys head to whip around to see his brothers girlfriend. he would look at her and back at jey would mouthing ‘ok i see you uce.’

jey would slap his shoulder, before placing his things on the couch before walking up to the woman. “you eat?”

“no, thats probably why im so tired. lani had me in damn near every place that sold my size. ‘i just want to make sure you look good girl.’ look good my ass, i almost threw a bag at her.” ebony would vent, letting out a deep sigh and throwing the bags on the counter before pulling the man in for a hug.

they would stay there for a couple of minutes before jimmy would clear his throat, getting off the couch. “alrighty lovebirds.”

ebony would choke on her own spit, hitting jey in the chest. “why didnt you tell me your brother was here! now i look like a butthole for not saying hi!”

“he dont give a fuck baby, i promise you.” he would pull her back in the hug, kissing her softly. “he was just leaving anyways right?”

jimmy would nod, picking up his chips and slipping his slides on. “yup. i’ll see you at the kickback, and ms.ebony i will see you there also.” he would wave them bye before exiting stage left out the door, not wanting to stay with those lovebirds another second.

“see? we good. now come show me what you got aight?” ebony would nod, picking up her bags as the man would slowly drag her over to the couch.

ebony would sigh as she sprayed her body and moisturized herself, her nerves on high. it was two weeks later, and she was finally meeting jey’s family.

did she think this was a bit fast? a little, but she was going to have to meet them eventually. she just didnt think she would be freaking out like this.

as she tried to center herself, trying any form of meditation that would work, she would feel her besties manicured hand. she would turn to milani before hugging her tight.

“girl, im scared.” she would whisper to the woman, her eyes staring to water. “what if they dont like me? what if they think i’m ugly.”

“what type of stupid shit is your brain making you think right now?” milani would quickly wipe the womans tears, fixing ebony’s baby hairs. “you are the baddest bitch, and if my family cant see that i will disown them, and you know i mean that.”

ebony would laugh, remembering the time she stopped talking to her family for two years because they thought she was making ebony up.

“i know, i know. thank you girl. let me finish putting on my things and i’ll be ready.” milani would nod before walking out the girls room, sitting in her living room.

ebony would still try to meditate, doing some calming affirmations before putting on her outfit.

she would fix her makeup and hair before walking out her room, ready to go. “lets go.”

ebony would finish her last couple of puffs, giving the blunt back to milani before spraying the shit out of herself with arabian perfume. luckily they were outside and she smoked with a jacket on. she would quickly take the jacket off and would spray herself again, getting it everywhere.

“damn bitch i’m gonna pass from those fumes.” milani would cough up a storm, trying to back away from the woman. “though i will admit you smell damn good with that on.”

“thank ya, i try.” ebony would laugh, before shaking her body to make sure buds and ash was off her body. “ok, do i look high as shit?”

“nah you’re good. do i?”

“yes bitch.”

“good, ion give a fuck.”

both girls would laugh before moving from the nearby park to jey’s house. his house was huge so she wasn’t surprised that they were having it there.

both girls would do something at the house that they’ve never done before: knock on the door. they would twiddle their fingers before someone not jey opened the door.

“hi uncle sefa.” milani would say, giving the man a big hug. the man would turn to look at ebony, a questioning look on his face.

“i know jey’s girlfriend was coming, but why is she pulling up with you?” he would start to say, the gears slightly turning as he really looked at her. “wait, you’re ebony?”

ebony would slowly nod, a very dramatic gasp coming out if his mouth. both of the girls would laugh as he moved out the way, letting the girls come inside the house.

“okay did y’all do a bet or something because that is like the third time someones acted like this.” sefa would nod, giggling.

“yeah, i was one of the many that thought you weren’t real. youre dating jey? damn you were gonna be in the family regardless.” ebony and milani would just laugh, taking their shoes off before following the man into the living room.

everyone was either watching a movie or at the dining table playing cards. jey was sitting on the stairs, drinking. he looked tired, mostly because he was.

ebony would tap milani and gesture over to jey before walking over to him. he was inside his phone, looking at work stuff as usual.

“why are you over here?” ebony would ask, the male immediately snapping his head up to see her. he would smile, pulling the woman into his lap.

“damn y’all was smoking huh?” he would ask, giving the woman multiple pecks on the lips. “i woke up to my cousins staying the night, it wouldve been better waking up to you though.”

ebony would playfully slap his chest, kissing behind his ear. “behave, your family is here.”

“ion give a flying fuck ‘bout them. except my momma. but after that i dont care.” ebony roll her eyes and laugh, her hands holding on the mans knees.

“uh uh, you were just ‘woah is me’ until your girlfriend came in, go socialize while we steal her.” a woman, who ebony assumed was one of jey’s brothers wives would walk up to the couple, her arms folded. ebony would quickly get up and follow the woman, jey looking at her with an exasperated look.

“i was told you were shy, are you?” the woman would say as she brought ebony into the kitchen. inside most of the adult women were just in there talking, sitting down at the counter.

“yeah, im not the best at communicating with anyone but milani.” ebony would say, causing the woman to stop the woman and turn to look at her.

“you’re ebony?” ebony would laugh again, nodding her head. “oh no you’ve heard that a bunch tonight huh?”

“yeah pretty much.” the woman would laugh, pulling ebony with the other women.

“also im trinity by the way. sorry if i didnt introduce myself.” ebony would smile, sitting down next to milani. milani would lean her head against ebony’s shoulder, getting comfortable.

“‘lani wasn’t kidding, you are a beautiful woman.” ebony would turn her head to see jey’s mother, smiling brightly at her. she would slowly move milanis head to greet the older woman, being pulled into a hug.

“its really nice to meet you.” ebony would say, the smell of fresh flowers and pink hair lotion hitting her nostrils.

“its nice to meet you too, i hope you aren’t overwhelmed by the family.” ebony would shake her head, softly chuckling.

“no ma’am, i have a big family on both sides.” ms. talisua would softly giggle at ebony’s words, gesturing her to sit back down.

“well hopefully we get to meet them at some point. if my niece would disown us for you, you’re more than enough for my family and my son.” ebony would let out a laugh, smacking her best friends shoulder. “she almost knocked our head over you.”

“hey, as long as my friend supports me, i support her. same with your son. as long as he treats me right, i’ll reciprocate.” the older woman would nod, holding onto the girls hand for a minute before sitting down near her. “ok enough of the pleasantries, we’ll get to those later. all i wanna know is will you play uno with us in here? lani says your mom is a uno master that passed it off to you.”

“she’s absolutely right. respectfully, i will mop the floor with all of you.” ebony would say, getting a chuckle from all the women inside of the kitchen.

“well we’ll see about that. trinity please shuffle these cards for us.” trinity would nod before shuffling and dealing uno cards, a conversation about rules starting as they started to play.

the meeting was done and she was happy and accepted. she’s gonna have to tell her parents now. god thats gonna be a doozy.

ebony would beat everyone for the fourth time, everyone groaning as she confirmed she was the uno master.

“see i told y’all she had it. y’all just didnt wanna believe.” milani would laugh as she spoke, holding onto ebony tight.

“yeah that was enough to keep you in the family, i need a uno player like that when we do the family tournaments. we would win every time.” sefa’s wife would say, everyone nodding. ebony would shake her head, seeing that were going to use and abuse her godly gifts.

“uh uh i gotta walk away from y’all, im gonna go look for jey. continue without me.” everybody would nod before continuing. ebony would get up from the chair, finally stretching before pulling out her phone.

my heart🩷: where are you baby? i was able to get away for a sec thankfully.

joshybear🧸💗: im in my room with my brothers, come downstairs. we’re playing some video games.

ebony would look around, making sure no one saw her before walking over to the basement door and slowly walking down, slowly closing the door behind.

she would then dash down the stairs, walking towards the mans bedroom. he would be in his room, door open on the bed while his brothers would be sitting on some chairs in the room.

they would wave at her as she walked in, jey patting the empty spot on the bed for her. she would crawl in the bed, laying down and wrapping her arms around him. he would cover the both of them with the covers, not stopping the game once.

she had already been around him with his games, fully focused and not swaying. it was annoying. when the game ended jey would look down at ebony, giving her a peck on his lips.

“did they make you play uno with them?” jey would say, getting a nod from the woman.

“almia said she whopped everybody in the four games they played.” jey would look at her, giving her a highfive as he got comfortable next to her. “lani already told them you were a beast, guess they had to see it for themselves.”

“i guess, though i refuse to play with yall anymore, too many yelling. reason why i stopped playing with my family.” the boys would laugh, starting up another game.

“i’ll sit this one out, y’all play.” jey would say, his hands starting to creep up ebony’s dress. ebony would give him a look to stop, his hands not listening. his fingers would soon hook into her panties, slowly moving them to the side. ebony would bite into the comforter, glad jey’s body was covering her.

jey would pull her in for a kiss as he inserted his middle finger, then his ring finger inside of the woman. her eyes would widen, but thankfully no sound would come out of her mouth.

“damn baby, you always wet as fuck. she missed daddy huh?” ebony would bite down on her bottom lip as the man would start to thrust his fingers, her eyes fluttering.

his brothers would be none the wiser, laughing and screaming as they played. god all men must act like they cant hear shit on the game.

“jey..” ebony softly spoke, her eyes still fluttering. “they’re right there..”

“ion give a fuck. they playing the game. if you keep quiet we good.” jey would pull ebony in another kiss, laying on her in a way no one would see him pick up the pace. her pussy would be gushing, feeling it splash all over jey’s fingers.

“shit baby, you need to kick them out.” ebony would look at jey, gripping onto his arm tightly. jey would look up to see that they were almost done with the game, knowing that this was their last game.

jey would put his finger up to shush the girl before slowly pulling out of her, letting out a groan.

he would turn to the men, putting on a fake tired facade. “aye, after the next game could y’all go out into the couch area? eb’s a bit tired.”

the boys would nod as they continued playing, jimmy the only one fully speaking. “yeah we got you uce.”

sefa would nod before almost immediately groaning and throwing the controller as he lost. “what the hell jon.”

“aint my fault you trash as hell.” jimmy would laugh, with jey turning around to face ebony. though as he turned her hands would be moving into his pants, his breath hitching.

“b-baby..” he would lowly groan, feeling her warm hands softly pull his length from out of his pants. she would smirk , using both hands to slowly pump his length up and down. “eb, god damn.”

“what? too much for you? but what you were doin’ to me was fine?” she would say, moving her hands unbearably slow. jey would shutter under the womans touch, swallowing with a gulp.

the boys would make a lot sound, causing the woman to speed up. jey would tuck his bottom lip behind his teeth, gripping on to the woman’s thighs. he would close his eyes, not daring to open them.

“ebony i swear to god, imma fuck you up when they get out of here.” the man would whisper into ebony’s ear, biting down on her earlobe afterwards. “jus watch. imma have yo ass squirting on every orifice of this damn room mama.”

ebony’s body would shudder as he spoke, rubbing her thumb along the precum of his tip. she would move the thumb to her tongue, licking the precum off before stopping and placing his length back in his pants. “get them out, now.”

jey would fix himself, turning around before giving his brothers a look. they would give a thumbs up before quickly shutting the game down and putting everything up.

“damn we that loud? my bad.” sefa would say before quickly skidaddling upstairs. jimmy would laugh before closing the door and walking out the door.

“damn were we that loud? see this is what trin be saying, ion have no awareness of how i act.” the couple would hear jimmy say as he walked up the stairs, the pair laughing.

jey would let out a sigh of relief as he got up from the bed, moving and folding the chairs up before locking the door.

he would look at the woman before pushing his sweatpants and underwear off, crawling a bit to pull her to the edge of the bed. “play times over mama.”

before he could let her talk, he would pull her in for a kiss, ripping her underwear off. he would hold onto his length, harshly slapping it on her clit. his face was concentrated, his pupils slightly blown.

“you gotta be quiet now mama, ion want none of my family hearing how good you take dick aight?” ebony would nod as the male slid himself in, the woman covering her mouth before moaning in her own hand.

jey wouldnt waste any time, sending harsh thrusts as he held onto the back of her legs, pushing them backwards. ebony knees were touching her ears, her eyes rolling back.

“god, gimme that shit. make my shit drippin’.” jey would softly groan out, gripping the womans neck tightly. ebony would throw her head back, letting out breathy moans as he continued.

she would wrap her arms around his neck as he went deeper, her mouth open in a permanent ‘O’ shape as he continued. the door for the basement was open, the sounds of jey’s family drowned out everything that was happening downstairs with the pair.

“fuckmefuckmefuckme.” ebony would lowly say, gripping onto jey so she wouldn’t slip out of his grasp. jey would feel it and hold onto her, his cock inside if her at a fast pace.

they were sweating, jey’s beads of sweat dripping onto ebony’s body. her dress was at her neck her boobs harshly bouncing with every thrust. she was close, and jey definitely knew it.

he would slowly stop, tapping her thighs to get off. ebony would furrow her eyebrows, knowing he was just changing positions but still upset she was moved. jey would get in the bed, gesturing for her to get on top of him face him.

she would do so, moving her hand to hold his length steady before slowly sliding in. if he wanted her on top he want her to bounce on him? right?

wrong.

jey would lean her body forward, tucking her feet in his lap before bucking his hips up, his length pistoning inside of her. he would let out a low groan, throwing his head back. “take this fuckin’ dick baby, god this pussy is so good mama.”

“yeah? you love fuckin’ this pussy?” ebony would softly moan in his ear, holding onto his mullet as the man fucked her brains out. “this my dick right?”

“its your dick baby, only ‘fa you. god youre so pretty takin’ daddys dick like this. whos my pretty baby?” jey would essentially taunt the woman, knowing she wasnt good at staying quiet with a dick inside of her. especially with her orgasm quickly approaching.

“i-i ammm, fuck i’m your pretty baby. of course you act like this when i need to stay quiet.” she would softly whine, positioning her neck down to bite the man’s shoulder. he would let out a moan, his eyes watering from the pain.

“i wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if i didn’t baby. all you need to do for me is be a good girl and cum on my dick. you can do that right? then you won’t have to be so quiet anymore.” ebony would nod as the man picked up the pace, the sounds of his balls hitting her cunt would ring out from every space in the room.

ebony would quickly kiss the male, making sure her loud moans her muffled from it. her legs would shake as she held onto jey tightly, her orgasm finally coming down like a bomb.

just like he wanted, she squirted, soaking the sheets. she would gasp loudly as she did so, not believing she did all of that. jey would almost immediately cum after, making sure to fill her up. he wanted to make sure his cum dripped out of her.

once they came off their highs, ebony would quickly look at the bed, horrified at the mess they made. “we cant go back upstairs.”

jey would laugh at her expression, getting up to rub her back. “its okay baby, look.” jey would pull up a text from milani, chuckling.

niecey pooh🔅😚: i know y’all prolly being nasty, but everyones cleaning up and heading home soon.

niecey pooh🔅😚: dont make any sound while we’re up here though, the basement door is cracked open.

“no ones here?” ebony would ask, getting a head shake from the male. “oh thank god, im glad they just assume i was asleep.”

“exactly. all you need to do is take you a shower, all of your things are damn near here.” jey would give ebony a kiss, rubbing his forehead against hers. “i’ll dry everything and have new sheets on once your done putting your pajamas on.”

“okay baby. i really enjoyed hanging out with your family, i really hope they do like me.”

“baby, they didnt care about me for at least two hours while they spoke to you. that means they like you. you’re in this fatu shit forever now baby.” ebony would laugh as the man quickly picked her up, spinning her around.

“next time we have to get my parents to meet you. im gonna see if they’re up to meet you at the pats and niners game next month.”

jey would think about it, before nodding, taking his phone out. “let me know if they agree, i can get them a comfortable suite in the patriots box. i know their coach.”

“ugh my dad would love that, thank you baby. i’ll ask them and let you know in a couple of days.” jey would nod, giving the woman a soft pat on her butt before moving to take the sheets off.

“aight, now go take your shower, we’ll talk about this when you get out.”

as ebony started getting ready to take her shower, her nerves went into a frenzy. she really wanted to spend the rest of her life with this man. her parents didn’t even meet milani this fast, and her mom introduced them!

she just hopes her parents love him as much as she does.

[piinkbenjamins]

back to the crib. - blurred lines.

gif by @moxleyrollins | divider by @uzmacchiato

summary: ebony gets her shit rocked, now as a girlfriend. events happen immediately after chapter six.

now playing: back to the crib by juelz santana ft. chris brown

pairings: football coach!bsfsuncle!jey uso x younger!black fem oc

warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected p in v, hair pulling, dirty talk, daddy kink, loud rough sex, jesus what is wrong with these two? this is just porn. like legit. no plot.

tags: @fearlesschimera @zeezee4me @shanthefemalerapper @lovelikebuttahbaybee @moxley99 @m00nlitnight @lexisnicole25 @jeysslut @luuvprincess @yungblud432 @offayerk @punksyeet @paigereeder @vaneuso19 @heartstofiiveunknownn @purplementalitybluebird @mariahtoofiyah @theusotwinzcom

authors note: heyyyy, just a short one off oneshot to hold you over as i truck through work and school. also picked kaliii to be the fc for ebony. good right? please say yes lol

“damn jey can i get in the house first before you harass me with your hands?” ebony would say, her words muffled as the man would start to kiss on her. ebony couldn’t even get the key in all the way before he started this. she knew he was horny, but she at least thought he would control himself.

she should’ve known better.

the moment she finally opened the door the jey would gently push her into the house, closing and locking the door behind him. he would then push ebony against the fridge, still not breaking the kiss.

her eyes would flutter, soft pants escaping out of her mouth as the mans hands would move under her dress to rip her panties off. “jey those were my favorite.”

“niners pay me good baby, i’ll get you some more.” he would mutter, grabbing a handful of her locs. he would tilt her head up, finally breaking the kiss to bite and suck along her neck. ebony would moan, trying to grasp on the fridge for stability. the other hand would be on jey’s bicep, her nails digging into his skin. “i know you wet as fuck too, huh?”

ebony would bite down on her bottom lip, nodding as jey stopped to look at her. a small smile would be etched on her face, the overwhelming feelings brought on her causing her eyes to slightly water. jey would give her a soft peck on her cheek before hiking her dress up and picking her up, placing her on the kitchen counter.

“jey, people eat here!” she would say as the man would quickly take his clothes off, moving them all over the place. ebony would fully take her clothes off, only leaving her in some pasties.

“only me, you, and my niece. i’ll make sure to fully disinfect baby.” jey would move her legs so both would be laying on his left side, the heels of her feet laying on his shoulder. he would then slightly lift ebony’s hips, his length now nudging her folds.

ebony would hiss, before pulling the man closer by his biceps. his cock would effortlessly slide in, a relieved sigh spilling out of his mouth.

“god ebony, you always got this shit perfect for me.” he would lean over, making sure his chain dangled over her face before starting to thrust, his pelvis and her asscheeks connecting to make a THWACK sound. ebony would throw her head back, her moans sputtering out of her with no control.

“shit jey! god whats gotten into you? you wasn’t fuckin’ me like this before.” she would stutter in between thrusts, her eyes threatening to roll back every time she wasn’t talking.

“that wasnt relationship dick. now im fuckin’ you so good you better be bragging ‘bout this shit.” every thrust would jolt ebony up and down, her breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. “that shit feel good huh baby? daddy makin’ you feel good?”

“sooooo good daddy! fuck you’re in my spot!” the woman would say, the last word coming out highpitched as the man bullied her g-spot with his thick length. “oh god!”

“he ain’t saving you, you know saying that shit gon make me give it to you harder.” the man’s hands would move to her waist, effortlessly picking her up while he was still inside. he would adjust her, her legs dangling as he held her by her thighs, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before thrusting again.

ebony would hold onto the mans shoulders and the back of his neck, her head in the crook of his neck as he thrusted. her moans would be muffled by the soft kisses she laid on his neck, slight panting only escaping.

“this is my pussy right? you better not be giving this shit out.” he would mumble the last part, his eyes glazed over as he concentrated on trying to give you the most earth shattering orgasm. and to be fair, he was really close to doing that.

the woman would grip on the man’s mullet, starting to kiss on his jawline. “is your pussy daddy, i promise its yours. shit joshua.”

jey would laugh at the usage of his full name, this being the only time ebony’s ever used it. must be doing something right. he could tell she was close, as he also was. but he wasnt letting her cum in this position.

still thrusting, he would walk over to the couch, stopping once there and slowly pulling out. he would then flip her on her stomach, moving his hands to arch her back. ebony would help him out and get into position, her impending orgasm slowly draining her energy.

jey would bend down, pulling her hair hard as he slammed himself in. the other hand would be sticking two fingers in her mouth, holding onto her mouth like a handle. if that wasn’t enough, he would lift one leg up before thrusting, groans spilling out of his mouth.

“oo shit! take daddys dick baby.” he would eventually let go of her hair, his hands still in her mouth. her moans would push past that, her eyes rolling back farther with each slam to her now dripping sex. “god youre so wet im boutta cum before i get you to.”

“k-keep going im almost t-there.” she would spit out, finally getting words through the garbled moans and finger sucking. if this is what she got in a relationship, she for damn sure isnt looking back.

“yeah? youre almost there? then cmon and cum on this dick baby. you a big girl right? big girls cum for they daddy.” jey would moan out, bending down to say it directly in her ear. ebony would hold onto jey’s thighs as she finally came, squirting all over the mans dick and pelvis. jey would move his hands out of her mouth, pulling her to him tightly as he came, spilling his seed inside of her.

he would pull her in for a kiss, damn near sucking her tongue as they were coming down from their highs. jey would slowly slide out of the woman, immediately walking to the bathroom to get a warm wet rag to wipe her and himself.

ebony would collapse on the couch as she looked at the male, not caring she was fully naked. jey would sit down, letting out a deep sigh as looked back at her. she would sit up at bit, running her fingers through his hair. “give me somethin’ sweet, my water bottle, then we running this back.”

jey would smile, nodding. “thats my girl. ‘til the sun come up?”

“til the sun come up baby.”

[midnightmemoirsofher]

Love all your writing! Are there any characters you think could do some orgasm denial? I was thinking Jey and Solé but just cause I know she has a bratty side 😈 maybe there’s another pair (or trio 👀👀) that would do it best

Keep Up.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Solé

Summary: After the kiss at the New Year’s party, everything between Jey and Solé feels heavier. They’re still riding the line between friends with benefits and something else, but neither of them is ready to admit it. Not out loud. So when the teasing gets too far, Jey decides to take what’s his, but not without making Solé say exactly what she’s been denying.

Timeline: This takes place after “Midnight Confessions”.

Warnings: orgasm denial, dirty talk, degradation kink, pet names, power play, dominance/submission dynamics, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cum play, possessiveness, beard kink, age gap, biting, pussy worship, dick worship, and praise mixed with filth.

It’d only been a few days since the New Year’s party, but Jey hadn’t stopped thinking about the way Solé whispered that question in his ear.

“So… we still pretending?”

And the way she’d wrapped around him after he kissed her in front of everyone. Like it was nothing. Like that shift between them wasn’t still crackling under their skin, waking up new rules and killing the old ones. It stayed with him. When he woke up, it was there in the quiet, pressed against his ribs like a bruise. When he trained, it rode his back like weight in the gym, making every lift and every drop of sweat feel like her name was written on his skin.

When he tried to pretend nothing changed, it laughed in his ear. Because it did. She shifted something permanent in him that night, and he couldn’t flip the switch back off. Couldn’t unsee the way she looked walking out that bathroom, glowing and smug, biting her lip like she knew she had him twisted up.

And now she moved through his thoughts the way she moved through his space, uninvited, but always welcome. A permanent fixture. A habit he didn’t want to break.

So when she texted him on a random Thursday, late and casual—"U up?"—he didn’t even reply.

He just sent his location.

And now she was here. Letting herself in like she always did, black hoodie sliding off her shoulders, tight biker shorts riding high up her thighs, lip gloss too shiny and attitude too loud. She didn’t say hi. Just tossed her phone on his counter and strolled past him, hips swaying like they were having a conversation of their own.

“You really kissed me like that in front of everybody?” she said over her shoulder, tossing it out casual, like she hadn’t been thinking about it all damn week.

Jey didn’t answer right away. Just leaned back, arms crossed, eyes pinned to her like he already knew where she was going.

Solé turned slow, eyebrow lifted. “You gon’ act like that wasn’t a statement?”

He finally spoke, voice low. “It was.”

She smirked, sauntering up closer, lifting her chin just enough to look him in the eye. “Yeah? So what exactly were you tryin’ to say?”

He stepped forward until there was barely air between them. “That you mine. Whether you wanna keep playin or not.”

Her smirk didn't falter, but her lashes fluttered once. He saw it. And it lit something sharp behind his eyes.

“You mad you keep pushin’ me like I won’t handle you for real?” he said, voice low, calm, but heavy with promise.

She tilted her head. “You always say that.”

Jey stood up from the couch. Walked slow. Close. Deliberate.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping into her space. “And you still ain’t learned.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. “Maybe I don’t wanna learn.”

He grinned. “Good. Cause I’m done with lessons. Tonight, we test retention.”

She raised a brow. “That your way of sayin’ you miss me?”

Jey leaned in until his lips brushed her ear.

“That’s my way of sayin’ you gon’ earn it tonight.”

Solé’s laugh was cocky. Confident. A little breathless. “I always do.”

He kissed the curve of her jaw, soft but lingering.

“Not tonight.”

His hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt it, thick, hot, straining through his gym shorts and pressing hard against her stomach. He was already aching, pulsing, but he didn’t move. Didn’t grind. Didn’t kiss her again. Just stood there with that quiet, lethal control of his, making her body twitch with need while his stayed frozen in power.

She could feel the shape of him through the fabric, the way it throbbed when she exhaled too slow or shifted just slightly. His breath hitched but he didn’t give in, didn’t chase friction. He just let it sit there, heavy and tempting. Let her feel exactly what was waiting on the other side of obedience.

The tension between them thickened, curled like smoke in her chest. Her nipples hardened beneath her tank top, and her thighs clenched with instinctive hunger, but he didn’t so much as blink.

He let her squirm in his grip. Let her melt slowly in the heat of his restraint, in the way he held her close enough to imagine everything, but not close enough to feel any of it.

And that was the worst part.

Because she wanted it. All of it. But he wasn’t going to give it until she broke first.

Her lips parted. “Jey—”

“Take off your clothes.”

He didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t ask twice.

She stared at him, then slowly peeled the tank from her body, dragging it over her head in one smooth motion. His eyes stayed locked on her, unmoving, unreadable. He didn’t blink.

The shorts slid down next. No panties. 

She stepped out of them with a soft grin. “You gonna keep starin’ or—”

“Bed. On your back. Hands to yourself.”

That got her attention.

She paused, blinking. “You wanna run that back?”

He arched a brow. “You heard me.”

Something about his tone made her legs move before she could argue. She walked into the bedroom, hips still swinging, because she couldn’t help it, and crawled onto the bed like she owned it. But her pulse was picking up, skin buzzing. There was something electric under her skin, anticipation curling like smoke in her belly, low and hot and impossible to ignore.

She stretched across the comforter with a little too much confidence, but it was all for show. Her mouth was smug, but her breath came quicker, and her nipples were already tight and pebbled, dark and flushed, standing proud against the warm tone of her bare chest. Each rise of her breath made them shift slightly, sensitive from the air and the heat rolling off his stare. She could feel the way they ached for his mouth, the way they pulsed with the same stubborn need gathering low in her belly. She could feel the tension winding through her like wire, coiling tighter with every second.

Jey followed slower. Took his time. Watched her get comfortable, even though she clearly wasn’t. Her thighs clenched. Her fingers fidgeted. Her chest rose and fell a little faster than before. He could see it all, the way her bravado trembled under his gaze, the way she tried to hold onto control even when it was already slipping.

He stepped between her legs and dropped to his knees, dragging his hands up her thighs with deliberate slowness, palms hot and rough against her skin. He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak. Just let his presence settle between them like gravity. His breath alone was enough to make her tremble, warm and steady as it fanned across her sensitive skin.

He started with one kiss, low and lazy, pressed to the inside of her thigh. Then another, higher up, lips parted just enough to drag the wet heat of his mouth across her skin. He didn’t stop. Another kiss. Then a soft, lingering suck. Then a graze of teeth that scraped gently, cruelly, making her gasp and twitch beneath him. Her thighs flexed like they couldn’t decide whether to close or open wider.

By the time he reached the crease where her body softened into soaked, swollen heat, she was panting. His tongue flicked out, slow, teasing, maddening, and he groaned low against her when he felt just how wet she already was. He licked her again, flatter this time, dragging from bottom to top with purpose. Then again, sharper, the tip of his tongue flicking her clit in short, greedy bursts.

He latched on with a suction that sent her hips bucking, then pulled back to spit, hot and messy, right onto her pussy. He spread it with his thumbs and went back in with a hunger that bordered on punishment. Her clit throbbed under every swirl, and when he pushed two fingers inside her, slow but deep, her back arched like she’d been struck.

She moaned loud. Helpless. Her hands balled into fists to stop from reaching down and gripping his hair.

He knew.

He looked up again, tongue still working her over like it was a job, and the glint in his eye said he wanted her to come, but only when he said so.

Her breath hitched sharply. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, white-knuckled and trembling, the muscles in her stomach fluttering like they couldn’t decide between clenching or melting.

He looked up once, eyes dark and half-lidded, just to watch her fall apart.

“Don’t touch me,” he said, voice low, controlled.

She nodded, already trembling.

Then he licked her.

Long. Slow. Devastating.

Solé gasped, hips twitching.

But she kept her hands where they were.

This time.

Jey had her right on the edge, and she was unraveling fast. His tongue worked her over with slow, deliberate strokes, flat pressure that made her toes curl, wet flicks that had her thighs trembling, then deep, greedy sucks that made her spine lift clear off the mattress. He was thorough, filthy with it, switching rhythms just to hear the sound of her falling apart under his mouth. Every time she cried out, he responded with a darker groan, digging in like he needed it just as much as she did.

Her moans were shameless now, breathy and broken, dripping with need. Her hips moved on instinct, rolling against his mouth like they were hunting down the finish line. The sheets beneath her were already a mess, twisted from her squirming, soaked where his fingers had teased earlier.

Her hands balled into fists at her sides, nails digging into the sheets as every muscle in her body coiled tighter. She was panting, whining, grinding slow and messy against his face, whispering his name like it was the only prayer she knew.

"Jey—fuck—don’t stop," she gasped, voice cracking around the edges. "Please."

She felt herself teetering on that sweet, delicious cliff. Her vision blurred, her belly locked up. Just a little more. One more pass. One more circle of his tongue over that aching, needy spot, and she’d be gone—

And then he stopped.

Pulled back.

Just like that.

Her eyes snapped open, chest heaving like she’d been running. The high, the pleasure, all of it yanked away like a rug under her feet.

"Are you serious right now?" she demanded, her voice raw with disbelief.

Jey didn’t answer right away. He sat back on his heels, lips wet, beard glistening with her slick. The sight alone made her body twitch, another shudder chasing up her spine. He dragged the back of his hand across his mouth, slow and deliberate, then licked his lips like he was savoring the taste. Like he wasn’t done, but also wasn’t about to make it easy.

Then he smirked.

“You don’t get to come,” he said, voice low and even, filled with heat and command, “till you tell me what I wanna hear."

Her whole face twisted. "You did not just—"

“Oh, I did.”

He shifted, resting one hand on her knee, the other sliding up her thigh like he hadn’t just denied her bliss. Like he wasn’t holding her orgasm hostage with that wicked mouth and even meaner smile.

“Say it.”

She narrowed her eyes. Her lip curled, bratty as ever.

“I ain’t sayin’ shit."

His smile deepened. "Cool. Then I ain’t lickin’ shit."

Her groan was half-frustrated, half-desperate. "You petty as hell."

“And you bratty as fuck,” he murmured, leaning back in close, lips brushing her inner thigh. "Now we even."

He kissed her again, soft and slow, lips warm and teasing, but didn’t move an inch higher. Just hovered there, breathing heat against her slick folds, making her squirm.

She whimpered, hips tilting forward on their own.

"Nope," he said, mouth barely grazing her, "You know the rules. You wanna come, you better open that smart mouth of yours and give me what I want."

She clenched her jaw, her pride warring with her need.

It was going to be a long night.

She wasn’t folding. Not yet.

Solé glared at him, chest still heaving, body trembling from the edge he dragged her to and shoved her off without mercy. Her thighs were soaked, inner muscles twitching in betrayal, but her mouth? Still sharp.

“I’m not begging you for shit.”

Jey chuckled low, dark eyes flickering as he trailed his fingers along her slick folds, spreading her wide just to watch her gasp and tense. “That so?”

She nodded, even though her thighs were already parting for him again. “That’s so.”

He kissed her stomach, then lower, the thick brush of his beard scraping just enough to make her hips jolt, the coarse hairs flecked with a few sexy strands of silver, reminding her exactly how grown he was. He let his lips ghost over her mound, then lower. Right when she thought he was about to suck her clit again—

He switched it up. Two fingers slid inside, curling slow, his thumb teasing circles just outside of reach. He didn’t give her the pressure she needed. Just enough to remind her how close he could take her.

She groaned through gritted teeth. “You play too much.”

“And you talk too much.”

He buried his face between her thighs again, this time giving her three strokes of his tongue in that devastating rhythm she loved. She arched so hard her shoulders lifted from the bed.

Then he stopped. Again.

“Motherf—”

“You good?” he asked, wiping his mouth, grinning like the devil. “You look a lil’… tense.”

Her eyes were glassy. Her body writhed. Her pussy was soaked, literally dripping, wetness smearing her inner thighs and pooling on the sheets. But still—

She didn’t break.

“Keep playin’ with me, Joshua. Watch what happen.”

His brows rose, amused. “You threatening me with a good time?”

He stood, peeled his shorts off, and let his thick, heavy dick slap against his thigh. Her eyes locked on it, pupils blown wide, mouth parting like she could already taste him.

He climbed onto the bed, broad and deliberate, looming over her like he had all night to drag this out. He let the thick, leaking tip of his dick nudge between her folds slowly, deliberate, just enough for her slick to coat him. Not in. Not even close. Just a filthy little tease, rubbing the head along her entrance, letting her feel every throb of him while giving her nothing she needed.

She whimpered, her legs twitching open wider as if that would convince him to slide in. She tried to roll her hips up, to force even a little friction, but he caught her thigh in a firm grip, holding her down like a warning.

“Uh uh,” he murmured, voice all smoke and control. “You don’t run this.”

He pulled back.

She cried out, frustrated and wrecked, hands flying to her face.

"Fuck, nigga—why you doin’ me like this?"

He leaned down, beard brushing her cheek, voice thick with heat. "'Cause you look real pretty when you sufferin’ for this dick. Don’t make me say it twice—you gon' give me what I want, or you gon' keep drippin’ for nothin’."

She wasn’t gonna break. Not yet. Not even when her whole body was trembling and her throat was raw from moaning into nothing. Her chest was flushed, sweat dripping down the valley between her breasts, and her pussy was a wreck, wet, twitching, dripping, throbbing with denial. But her jaw? Still locked tight. Still bratty. Still hers.

Jey hadn’t let up. Not once. He hadn’t given her mercy, hadn’t fucked her, hadn’t even slid in past the tip. Just kept brushing his dick along her slick folds like he was signing his name in her wetness, slow and deliberate like he had all night. His grip on her hips was firm, not letting her move, not letting her take what she needed. He made sure she felt every hot throb of him, every teasing slide, every maddening pause.

Sometimes he paused just at her entrance, letting the weight of him rest there like a dare. Sometimes he dragged it up to her clit, slow and firm, until her thighs spasmed. Every pass made her breath catch. Every denial built pressure behind her eyes, made her fists curl into the sheets, made the tension in her belly coil tighter. Her legs twitched harder, shaking like they were losing strength, her whole body starting to plead even if her mouth stayed shut.

And Jey? He watched it all. Jaw clenched, beard brushed with silver catching the low light, eyes locked on every reaction she couldn’t hide. She was wrecked, and he was starving on it.

He leaned down over her again, arms caging her in, that heat rolling off his skin like it was its own threat. “What’s the word?”

She glared up at him, her lips parted and shiny, her voice a cracked whisper: “Go to hell.”

That made him chuckle, deep and low, head shaking slow. 

And then he started again.

His fingers came back first, slow, steady, slick. They sank into her without resistance, the mess between her thighs obscene. He curled them just right, dragging along that tender spot she hated him knowing so well. Her body betrayed her. She arched, mouth falling open as her nails dug into the sheets.

"Fuck, Jey—please," she sobbed, writhing. “Please, just—”

He pulled out.

She damn near screamed.

He kissed her thigh instead, slow and taunting. “You know what I want.”

She shook her head, eyes burning, lips trembling. “I’m not giving it to you.”

That smirk of his went wolfish. “Cool.”

He grabbed her and flipped her without warning, pressing her down to the mattress so her ass arched up, back arched deep, spine on full display. His body blanketed hers, dick heavy and hot against her soaked slit. He slid the head up and down, just teasing her opening, catching on her clit a few times and making her whole body jolt.

“You gon’ give me what’s mine, babygirl.”

She hissed, rolled her hips back into him. “You ain’t earned it.”

His laugh this time was sharp, dark, vibrating through her back. “Aight.”

And then came the real torture.

He pushed in a little, just the head. The stretch made her mouth fall open in a silent cry. Then he pulled back.

Then he did it again.

And again.

Over and over, he fed her his tip like a tease, just enough to light her up but never enough to take the edge off. Her body kept jerking, her thighs shaking, slick leaking down to the backs of her knees.

He leaned forward, voice like gravel. "You feelin' that? This what denial tastes like."

She whined, biting into the pillow, her pride bleeding out with every second he held her on that edge.

When he finally gripped her ass, pulled her cheeks apart, and spat on her pussy, hot, heavy, nasty, she gasped.

Her legs buckled. Her forehead hit the mattress. “Jey, please.”

He didn’t let up.

"Say it," he growled, pressing in just a little more.

She bit down on her own fist, trying not to give it up.

Another inch. Another grind of his hips. Her pussy clenched so hard it felt like her whole body would snap.

“Say. It.”

Her body trembled, every muscle locking, every inch of her glistening from sweat and frustration.

Then she broke.

“D-daddy…”

Barely audible. But he heard it. Stopped moving. Let the word hang in the air.

He leaned close, breath hot against her ear. “What was that?”

“Daddy,” she whimpered again. “Please. I need it. I need you.”

That was all he needed.

He slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the base. She screamed. Her legs went limp, her nails scraping against the sheets. Tears streamed down her cheeks, not from pain, but from release, from finally being filled after so long denied.

But he didn’t move.

Not yet.

“You wanna come?” he murmured.

She nodded, shaking like a leaf.

“You gon’ behave?”

Another nod, quicker this time.

He rolled his hips once, slow, deep, threatening. She nearly came right then.

Then he pulled out again.

“C’mere.”

She turned and climbed into his lap like her bones weren’t even real anymore. Her body was limp, wrecked, desperate. She lined herself up, eyes locked on his, and sank onto his dick with a strangled moan that echoed.

“You only get to come,” he warned, voice deep and low, “when I do. You better keep up.”

And then she moved.

She dropped down on him with a cry, already shaking, already damn near gone from the stretch and the heat and the ache of needing it for so long. Her hips started to rock fast, chasing it. No slow grind this time. No patience. Just pure, frantic motion, wet, messy, desperate.

Jey hissed through his teeth and gripped her hips, letting her take it, letting her use him just like she wanted. His nails dug in. He watched every inch of her move, every twitch of her lips, every roll of her eyes.

“Yeah,” he grunted, voice low and tight. “That’s it. Take it. Take what you begged for.”

She bounced harder, thighs slapping his, pussy squelching every time she sank to the base. Her hands clung to his shoulders, then his beard, then his chest, like she didn’t know where to put them because she couldn’t hold on to anything for long. Her head fell back for a second, but he caught her chin quickly.

“Nah,” he growled, breath ragged. “Eyes on me.”

She looked. And he nearly lost it. Her eyes were glassy, lips swollen, face a mess of lust and effort. She was so close, and he could feel it, the way she clenched and fluttered around him.

But she didn’t dare come.

“Remember what I said,” he whispered, biting her jaw. “You only get to come when I do. So you better keep the fuck up.”

And she did.

Rode him like it was the only thing keeping her alive. Fast, hard, like every thrust was a cry for relief she hadn’t earned yet. Her pussy choked his dick so tight, soaked and pulsing, like she was trying to milk his orgasm with nothing but sheer desperation. Her body snapped and rebounded against him, her tits bouncing with every grind, sweat glistening down her back, hair sticking to her neck. She clawed at his shoulders, nails dragging deep as her pace grew more reckless. She whimpered his name again and again, mouth slick, eyes wide, almost pleading but still fighting to hold some ground.

Her thighs burned. Her breath hitched. Her body screamed to come, but she didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Not until he did. Not until she earned it.

Every drop of pride was shattered beneath her knees.

Every ounce of control, stripped bare in her hips.

All for him. Just him.

She didn’t know how she was still moving. Her body was fire and static, nerves frayed from the inside out. Every bounce, every drag of him inside her made her whimper, but she kept going, because he hadn’t come yet. Because she hadn’t earned it yet. Because after everything he’d put her through, the edging, the teasing, the wrecking denial, she needed him to lose it for her.

Her thighs trembled as she fucked him, fast and wet, riding him like it was the only thing that mattered. Her slick coated his thighs, her moans broken and raw in the back of her throat. His hands clamped tight around her waist, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises, helping her keep the rhythm. His head dropped back for a second, a low groan punched out of him like he was trying to hold on too.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he rasped, voice cracked and guttural, eyes snapping open to find hers again. “Don’t stop. You almost there, baby. Ride this dick just how I like it. Show me how bad you want it.”

Her breath hitched. Her whole body arched as she rolled her hips harder, faster, eyes locked on his like a woman possessed. Every slap of her ass against his thighs echoed around the room.  Her lips were parted, moaning his name between clenched teeth.

“Jey—please—please, I can’t—”

He sat up, chest to chest, arms wrapping around her like steel, forearm hooked around her lower back to keep her pinned against him. “You can. You will. Ride this dick, pretty girl. Make Daddy proud. Don’t tap out now.”

She whimpered. One hand braced against his shoulder, the other clutching his thick beard, yanking it with each bounce like it was the only way to keep from falling apart. Her pussy was clenching, begging, aching to finish. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered, body jerking each time he shifted just a little deeper.

He grunted against her lips, teeth dragging along her jaw, then down her throat, licking the sweat off her skin. “Say it. Say who this pussy belongs to. Say who makes you feel this dumb and good.”

“You,” she gasped. “You, Daddy. It’s yours. All yours. Nobody else.”

That broke him.

His hips lifted, thrusting up to meet her rhythm, fucking her back just as hard. Their bodies clapped together, frantic and wild, breath tangled and sweat-slicked. Her nails raked down his back. He growled her name, voice raw, mouth to her ear, whispering filth she’d never forget.

“You like bein’ full of Daddy’s dick, huh? You love workin’ for this nut like a good little slut. Look at you—ruined. Just for me. Just mine.”

She cried out as her body snapped, finally, finally cuming so hard her scream broke in the middle, gasping and choking on it. Her whole frame shook violently, body curling into his, spasming uncontrollably as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her pussy clenched around him in wild, fluttering pulses, sucking him in deeper, dripping down his thighs and soaking both of them. Her moans turned to sobs, breathless and broken, nails digging into his back as if she could claw herself back to reality.

And then he followed.

With a deep, guttural groan and a snarled curse, he thrust up once more, hard and deep, and spilled inside her in thick, hot, filthy waves. The first spurt made him shudder. The second knocked the breath from his chest. The rest poured out of him in messy, greedy pulses as he held her down on his dick, stuffing her full until it dripped around the base. He clutched her tight like she was the only thing tethering him to this earth, face buried in her neck, mouth open as he gasped through the wreckage of release. Their mess was mixed, sticky, and obscene, coating their thighs, dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

They stayed like that. Shaking. Gasping. His fingers flexed on her thighs. Her face pressed into his shoulder. Every breath they took, they took together.

And when her eyes opened again, dazed and fucked-out, he was already watching her.

“Still wanna act like this don’t mean somethin’, baby?” he murmured, brushing her damp curls from her face, voice softer now, but still carrying that edge of possession.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t have to.

Because the look in her eyes said everything. And the way she curled into his chest, satisfied, surrendered, spent, said even more.

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[piinkbenjamins]

googly eyes. | jey uso.

gif by @fabxpunk | dividers by @cursed-carmine & @uzmacchiato

summary: jey quickly becomes more than just a ‘work fling.’

now playing: shorty (got her eyes on me) by donell jones

pairings: coworker!jey x blackfem!oc (kyla)

warnings: 18+ mdni(shoo!), age gap, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, filthy flirting, groping, slight (barely there) sadness, use of pet names

authors note: idea came to me when i was bored at work. enjoy lol one out of 2 the onehsots i had promised, 9X who?!‼️also sorry this and the other one is a bit long, couldn’t help myself lol

tags: @fearlesschimera @zeezee4me @shanthefemalerapper @lovelikebuttahbaybee @moxley99 @m00nlitnight @lexisnicole25 @jeysslut @luuvprincess @yungblud432 @offayerk @punksyeet @paigereeder @vaneuso19 @heartstofiiveunknownn @skyesthebomb @purplementalitybluebird @mariahtoofiyah @theusotwinzcom

the moment kyla started her job at the furniture store, she met the infamous joshua fatu. he was a warehouse manager that barely came up to the front, only when he was hiding from his associates and needing to yell at the ones in the main office.

kyla was a soft spoken girl, didn’t speak loud until you forced it out of her, and kept mostly to herself. although this job was definitely changing her.

kyla worked in the office area, taking cash and helping get tools and box cutters for the warehouse guys. when she had started he was on vacation, gone for a good two weeks before ever meeting her.

though the day they met each other was…something. her manager texted her that she had to walk in through the warehouse due to them being too far away from the door. she completely understood and walked through the back, her locs wildly switching with every hard step.

as she greeted each warehouse member while she continued to walk, she would lock eyes with the older samoan man, him taking a double take before coming up to her when she started setting up her things at her section of the office area.

“so you must be kyla. they keep talking about ‘give that back to kyla when you’re done’, ‘that’s kylas pencil’ and i’m like who in the hell is kyla?” the woman would laugh as the man talked, a small smile creeping on his face.

“so im guessing youre joshua.” the man now known as joshua to her would nod, leaning against the office counter.

“you can call me jey, but dont say that ‘round them back there, they would run it to the ground and it’ll lose the meaning.” she would nod, understanding the importance of preserving nicknames.

“your secrets safe with .” jey would bite his bottom lip and slightly chuckle before someone yelled for him, causing him to roll his eyes and sigh.

“here they go.” he would softly say before turning his attention to kyla. “see you around beautiful. if you need anything, im always around.”

the woman would nod before the man walked away, yelling back at whoever called him.

she would giggle as she went back to her duties, waiting for the store to open.

she already knew this man was going to be trouble, just didnt know how serious id be.

as her manager came in, she would try to put the samoan man in the back of her head, trying to not let him distract her.

too damn late.

it had been almost a year since she started, and it seemed like jey’s only motivation was getting her to like him. it had initially started with him buying her lunch everyday, using her lunch breaks to ask her about her interests and such.

it quickly progressed a couple of months after that to cute pet names, getting her small things for her desk, and stopping her before she got to her desk for a hug and recap of the day he had without her.

one day without warning he had accidentally slapped her ass, profusely apologizing. instead of yelling, however kyla just giggled, shaking her head. hell it even surprised her how much she was okay with it, the man already desensitizing her. she would smile as she let out a soft “youre good, just do it harder next time.”

that definitely changed something in him.

after that day, his advances and pet names became more filthy, his morning hugs accompanied with harsh gropes at her backside.

it was different from past advances from men, and it made her heart race in the most delicious way. it didn’t help that jey was the sexiest man she had ever seen. he just did something for her that no one else working with her, or who was interested in her did.

did it scare her a bit that she was attracted to a coworker? oh definitely. she had small crushes at her old job, sure. but this was completely different. crush is one thing, but dry humping that same man in his office with the lights off and acting like you were just clocking in from break and he was just conveniently napping? now thats not just a crush.

thats just two adults who wont express the obvious sexual and romantic attraction to each other.

“hey kyla, you’re taking warehouses calls today. they’re backed up and we need it clear for the showroom. already debriefed josh when he first came in. he should be back from his break soon.” kyla would hear her manager say as she clocked in, simply giving him a thumbs up.

after she clocked in she would take her purse, that jey gifted her for christmas by the way, and her jacket and would walk to the back, saying hi to the guys before unlocking the warehouse managers office.

it was in the corner that literally no one could see unless you were actively looking for it, and unlike the office the heat worked quite well. she would put her purse up and set her system up, looking at her phone for a second as it buzzed.

jucey jey💋❣️: im getting you breakfast and lunch or just lunch? im about to pull in the dunkin donuts rn.

wifey💗🎀: just lunch, but could you just get me a glazed donut and a dr pepper from cumberland?

jucey jey💋❣️: already got you covered mama. i know you.

wifey💗🎀: boy whatever, im in your office, so you dont have to go far. im all yours all shift.

jucey jey💋❣️: i hope these mfs ready to not see me today either. wanna be snuggled up under my girl.

wifey💗🎀: boy bye, hurry yo ass up.

jucey jey💋❣️ loved ‘boy bye, hurry yo ass up’

kyla would shake her head as she leaned back in the comfortable chair, just waiting for either a call or the older male to make his way.

and after a couple of minutes, while she was helping the warehouse dudes with a driver who needed to confirm everything, she would hear the man quietly walk in his office, clocking in on the other computer. by the time he was done kyla was off the phone, typing some comments into the system.

the man would sit down before pulling the woman into his lap, softly kissing on her neck. “goodmorning mama. you slept okay?”

“mhm, did you sleep okay? your ass was gaming all night, you aint put yourself on mute when you called and thats all i heard.” he would a out a soft ‘my bad ma’ before continuing to kiss on kyla’s neck, his hands roaming all over her body.

she would bite down on her bottom lip, letting out breathy moans as he continued. “jey what if someone catches us?”

his hands would creep under her shirt, squeezing her bra covered breasts. “the door ain’t got a window on it. yo pretty ass just needs to be quiet and we’re good.” he would turn her head to the side, enveloping her into a steamy kiss.

he would rock her against his crotch as they kissed, swallowing the loud moans she was uttering. before she could get comfy a loud knock would be at the door, startling the woman.

she would immediately push herself off, making herself busy and calling back customers. jey would suck his teeth before fixing his erection, taking a wet wipe to wipe kyla’s sparkly lipgloss from his lips.

once he was done he’d open the door. one of the warehouse guys behind it. jey would roll his eyes as he looked at the associate. “what do you want? i barely walked in good before y’all asses are askin’ me for shit.”

“sorry boss, but we dont have enough people to take the items down, can you help?”

jey would roll his eyes, before standing up and taking his jacket off, his tattooed arms on full display. the warehouse associate would nod and walk back to the truck, leaving them alone again.

kyla would lick her lips as he took his jacket off, the man noticing and smirking. “you like what you see huh?”

kyla would roll her eyes playfully as she hiked up her maxi skirt, looking like she was adjusting it. she would bend down, picking up her panties.

jey’s eyes would widen, blinking a bit to confirm he was seeing the right thing. he would quickly snatch the panties, stuffing them in his pocket. “give me a minute, imma be right back. i-i mean it.” she would laugh at his reaction, the man quickly sprinting out to help the warehouse.

might’ve been the first time he’s ever done that in his fourty years of life.

she would laugh as she closed the door, making sure the cold air didnt run out. she would continue to do her job, taking calls and inputting info for the other managers and such.

without realizing it was now time for lunch and jey still was not back. she would clock out and get comfortable on the couch in the corner of the office, fixing her skirt before laying the blanket jey saves for her on herself and turning off the lights.

she was so important to the male he had taken the uber small couch he had in his huge ass office and had switched it with a beautiful and soft pink couch just so he could get her to stay in with him.

jesus this man was trying to have her and her heart.

a couple of minutes after she had gotten comfortable she heard the door open, the sound of drinks and paper bags that were definitely either her favorite paninis or some mcdonalds being placed on the desk.

her computer was still open, illuminating the time she clocked out, jey would put on a timer for when her break ended before taking off his jacket and joining her on the couch.

“i need to talk to you ‘bout sum real quick.” he would say, softly patting the womans backside for her to scoot over.

she would sit up, confusion on her face. he never talked like this, nervousness in his voice. he was always so confident, so this must be eating him alive.

“what is it jey?” kyla would ask, her hands rubbing the males back. he would run his hand over his face, taking a deep breath before letting it out.

“i cant do this work fling vibe anymore.” kyla would stop rubbing his shoulders, her eyes slightly watering.

she was a sensitive overthinker, so obviously her thought went to the worse possible thing. any inconvenience or unwarranted situation would cause her eyes to water, even if she wanted to or not.

jey would let out a soft sigh as he was about to talk again, seeing the woman tears fall and immediately stopping in his tracks.

“oh my god, kyla thats not what i mean by that, shit i really shouldn’t of done that dramatic ass pause.” he would say as he moved to cradle her face, wiping her tears. “damnit i meant im in love with you!”

kyla would sniffle a bit, looking up at him. “you like me?”

“no kyla, i love you, and im sorry it took me a year to tell you my feelings. i should’ve told you the moment i felt this way. i know you probably dont feel the same way but i-“ before jey could fully put his heart out the woman would cut him off with a kiss, entangling her hands in his mullet.

kyla would pull the both of them so jey was on top and she was on the bottom, the male towering over her.

his hands would move from kyla’s face to down her legs, his hands gripping her skirt. once at the bottom he would slowly slide it up, stopping once it was bunched at her waist. he would then lift the womans shirt up, her leopard print bra on full display.

jey would damn near break the kiss to oogle at the woman, his mouth watering. “god you’re so fuckin’ sexy. no other man deserves this shit but me. and i barely deserve you.”

he would lick his lips before dipping his head down, his face inches away from kyla’s throbbing wet cunt. he would dig his fingers in her asscheeks before licking one long stripe. kyla would shudder in pleasure, throwing her head back.

although most people couldn’t hear them due to where the office was, but she refused go any higher in fear of them getting caught.

“jey..” she would softly utter, her eyes fluttering as she looked down at him. he would smirk and softly suck on her clit in response, kneading at the soft flesh of her asscheeks.

“you the one that took your panties off, teasing me and shit. this is your fault baby.” he would say, his tongue moving to thrust the tip of it in her slit.

kyla would grip the mans hair tight, grinding herself against his face. her hand not on his hair would grip the couch, trying to steady herself.

“we’re gonna get caughtttt!” she would squeal out, trying to push the male off of her. he would stay his ground, digging his fingers deeper into her asscheeks.

“try to push me again.” kyla would pout, knowing the man meant business. she would her hands to her bra, quickly unclasping it before taking her bra and shirt off.

she would look down at the man as he continued his assault on her heat, only hearing groans and slurps from him.

her eyes would flutter, her head leaning all the way back as she let him do his thing, her body shaking with every lick and flick he did to her clit. before she could announce her orgasm was approaching the man would stop, quickly pushing down his sweatpants and underwear to his knees.

he would then flip kyla on her stomach, forcing her to arch her back before planting himself firm. she would look back at him, a face of bewilderment etched in her face.

she was really gonna fuck the man she had a crush on, at work, in his office.

christ.

he would harshly slap her ass, a whimper falling out of her mouth. he would chuckle, giving her another harsh slap before stopping, rubbing the spots.

“stop playin’ with me and put it in.” kyla would say, her voice still soft, though wavering now. jey would lean forward, giving her a quick kiss to her temples before holding on to his length and slowly pushing himself in.

kyla would let out a groan, the size of the mans length leaving a burning sensation in her stomach. “shit youre too big.”

“nah you got it, you gon take this shit. you opened this pretty pussy for me, you gon’ take it how i give it to you.” he would continue to push himself in, soft pants and curses spewing out of his mouth. “damn baby, you gripping my shit.”

“oh fuckk jey!” she would let out another squeal, her hands moving to push his chest as he started to thrust once he bottomed out. he would show no mercy, his sharp thrusts slamming in and out of her hole. “you’re in my-shit, you’re in my fucking stomach!”

“that’s where i better be, take this dick baby.” jey would lean his head forward and turn her head, capturing kyla is a kiss.

the angle would give him access to go deeper, her eyes rolling back. her hands would dig into his biceps as he held onto her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “you feel so good baby, this my pussy right?”

“yes jey, this is your pussy! shitshitshit shit!” she would scream out, immediately shuffling to pick up the closest pillow, biting it once getting a hold of it.

“it better fuckin’ be, you better not give my shit to anybody else.” he would tightly grip kyla’s neck, moving one of his hands to slowly circle his middle finger along her clit. “you close huh? you gon’ cream all over my shit?”

she would frantically nod, biting the pillow from the loud and guttural moans that were flowing out of her mouth.

“uh uh.” jey would yank the pillow from out of her mouth, his hand gripping her throat tighter. “words.”

“yesss jey im gonna cum!” kyla would scream out, get orgasm, timely triggering the moment she said something. she would hold onto the males thighs, whimpering as her orgasm shook through her.

“fuck i’m almost there, where do you want me to cum?” jey would breathlessly let out, moving his hand from her clit once she rode out her high.

“i-in me, cum in me.” she would whine, pulling him into a kiss once finished. he would nod as he kissed her, groaning in her mouth once he started cumming, gripping onto her tightly. once he was done he would slowly pull out, sending a hard slap to her backside.

they would both look at each other, trying to catch their breaths. before anyone could speak jey’s phone would go off, both of them giggling as jey turned it off and logging kyla back in.

“damn, thirty minutes went by too damn fast.” jey would say, hoarse and ragged. they would start to put their clothes back on, laying on the couch. “so, we’re together right?”

kyla would playfully, give him a confused look, laughing. “who said i was?”

“kyla i swear to fuckin’ god!”

“i’m joking im joking! yes im your girlfriend!” jey would happily nod, leaning to kiss her multiple times on the lips.

“now, get back to work. ion want my girl to get in trouble while im around.”

she would roll her eyes as she got off the couch, sitting back in her seat. the man would kiss her cheek before getting at the computer, going back to work.

as she was finishing up some tasks she would feel the mans hands on her thighs. she would look up furrowing her eyebrows.

“no, im not going again.”

“youre no fun!”

“im already sore, unhand me you pervert!”

“pervert? says the one that took her panties off and bussed it down for me. that aint my fault.”

“shut up joshua.”

“mhm, love you too kyla.”

[midnightmemoirsofher]

Midnight Confessions

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black Female OC (Solé)

Summary: They weren’t supposed to be more than friends with benefits. No promises. No feelings. But after that kiss on TV and a New Year’s party full of jealousy, tension, and Solé’s usual bratty antics, Jey’s done pretending. It starts with her on her knees and ends with him making it very clear—he doesn’t share.

Warnings: Explicit smut (18+), oral (f. receiving, m. receiving), public sex (bathroom), dom!Jey, brat!Solé, jealousy, possessiveness, semi-exhibitionism, dirty talk, light degradation, praise, claiming kink, New Year’s themes, twin cameo (Jimmy), friends with benefits to that’s not your friend anymore, canon divergence.

Jey was spread out on Solé's couch like he owned the whole damn apartment. Legs wide, gym shorts sagging low enough to show the deep grooves of his hipbones, chain resting against the stretch of his chest beneath a fitted black tank that clung to his body like it had something to prove. His head tilted back against the cushion, lips parted just slightly, eyes fluttering half-closed as Solé moved between his thighs with the kind of slow, sinful intent that made the room feel ten degrees hotter.

Her tongue worked him like a secret she planned to keep. Slow. Deep. Focused. No rush, no theatrics. Every movement of her mouth was deliberate, each stroke of her tongue drawn out to drive him closer to the edge without giving him the satisfaction of falling. The sound of her lips slipping wetly around him filled the room in a rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. Her nails dug into his thighs for leverage, and he didn’t miss how she moaned around him when he twitched against her tongue.

He let out a low, strangled groan, head rolling to the side as his hand slid from the back of the couch into her hair, gripping the roots just enough to anchor himself. "You tryna ruin me before we even get to this party?"

Solé glanced up at him, eyes wicked, mouth still full. She didn’t pull back. Just hummed around him like she hadn't heard a word, and that vibration sent a violent shiver up his spine. His abs flexed, hips twitching, breath caught in his throat.

When she finally let him go with a slick, deliberate pop, her lips were swollen, chin glistening, and her grin was nothing short of criminal.

"You said you needed to take the edge off. I'm just being a good friend."

Jey smirked, though it was more frustration than amusement. His fingers flexed against her cheek, thumb brushing across the corner of her mouth before sliding down to hook beneath her chin. "That what we call this now? Thought maybe the kiss I gave you on TV meant somethin'. Had you grippin' my shirt like I was the last man standin'."

She rose up onto her knees with a stretch, licking her lips, her gaze dragging down his stomach like she was memorizing the way his muscles contracted. "Don’t worry, champ. You still got enough left for karaoke."

He huffed a laugh, low and rough, as he leaned forward, catching her face in both hands and pulling her in for a kiss. It was deep, lazy, laced with everything she’d just done to him, her tongue slick and teasing against his, her body pressing into his like she hadn’t just been on her knees worshipping him.

"You comin' with me, right?" he asked against her lips, voice husky. "To the party."

"Might slide through. Got some new heels that need an audience."

He sucked his teeth, mouth brushing hers. "I’m ridin' with Jimmy. You comin' separate?"

"Maybe," she said, pushing up off the couch and adjusting the top of her little black dress, the hem rising just high enough to make him reconsider leaving. "Gotta keep the mystique alive."

Jey leaned back, licking his lips as his eyes dragged over her body one more time, memorizing every curve, every inch of bare skin. "Keep actin' like you ain't already mine."

Solé grinned, wicked and unbothered, and walked off like she hadn’t just had him ready to risk it all. Her hips swayed with that unbothered confidence he hated and craved. "See you at midnight, champ."

He sat there a moment longer, chest still heaving slightly, adjusting his shorts with a low groan and a grin that stretched slow across his face.

The house was already loud when Jey stepped inside with Jimmy at his side. Music pulsed through the walls, bass thudding like a second heartbeat, vibrating through the floors and windows. The place was packed tight, a sea of warm bodies swaying and bumping into each other with drinks sloshing in red cups, heels clacking against tile, laughter bouncing off the ceilings. Somebody was absolutely butchering a karaoke version of Usher in the living room, and nobody cared enough to stop them. Lights were low, strung-up LED strips flickering in blue and purple hues that cast shadows across the walls, giving the whole house a dreamy, chaotic vibe. It smelled like weed, sweat, perfume, and too many colognes competing for dominance, making the air thick and hazy.

Jey looked good, and he knew it. Clean black tee hugging his chest like a second skin, black cargos sitting low on his waist with a chain swinging heavy around his neck, catching the light with every move. His fresh cut was sharp, edges clean, and his beard perfectly lined—just the way Solé liked it when she had her nails trailing down his jaw. No grills tonight. Just lips—soft, full, and parted slightly as his eyes swept the party with practiced disinterest. He moved through the crowd with that quiet confidence, the kind that didn’t beg for attention but commanded it all the same.

"This the type of shit you call fun?" Jimmy joked, nudging him with his elbow as they waded through the bodies, cutting through the heat and noise.

"Don’t start," Jey muttered with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes kept scanning the space, taking everything in, though he tried to act like he wasn’t looking for anyone. Not officially. But the second he’d stepped inside, his chest had gotten tighter, his skin humming like his body already knew she was close.

They made their way to the bar setup in the kitchen, where someone had converted the counter into a makeshift drink station with liquor bottles, mixers, and half-melted ice in a plastic bin. Jey poured himself something dark, sipped it slow while the music washed over him, trying to ease the tension buzzing just under his skin. He clinked cups with a few familiar faces, gave a couple nods to people he half-remembered, and laughed at a story someone halfway told. But none of it really landed.

Not until the front door opened again.

Solé walked in like she was walking into a stage.

Her dress was short, black, and silky, clinging to her body like it was afraid to let go. Every step made the fabric ripple and shift over her hips, and her legs seemed to stretch forever in heels that made her calves pop and her strut lethal. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, curls tumbling loose around her face and neck, framing her collarbone like jewelry. And that smirk on her lips?

Trouble in lipstick.

She came in laughing, flanked by two friends, head tilted back like the night was already hers. But her eyes were sharp, cutting through the room like she was searching for something. Or someone. Jey didn’t move. Didn’t smile. He just watched her from the kitchen, drink halfway to his lips, heart punching a little harder in his chest.

Their eyes met.

Everything else faded out for a second.

Jimmy caught it too. He leaned against the counter, one brow raised as he followed the unspoken tension bouncing between his brother and Solé like a live wire. He let out a low chuckle, swirling the drink in his hand, and leaned in with that familiar smirk only a twin could pull off. "That why you been pacing all week? Pretendin' like you ain't been waitin' on her to call? Thought you said it was just a kiss on TV, lil moment for the cameras."

He nudged Jey with his elbow again, teasing, but his voice had that quiet edge—the kind that knew his brother better than anyone else. "You don't look like you over it."

Jimmy didn’t know. Didn’t know that Jey had been at Solé’s almost every weekend. That he’d had her legs wrapped around him more times than he could count. That they weren’t just friends. And they damn sure weren’t strangers. Not with the way she looked at him. Not with the way Jey was watching her now, like every other man in the room was a problem waiting to happen.

Jey didn’t respond right away. His jaw flexed once, then again, and he took another sip from his cup, eyes still locked on Solé like she was the only person in the damn house. Jimmy watched him for a second longer before shaking his head, grinning to himself. He knew that look. And whatever Jey thought he was playin' off, Jimmy could already see where the night was headed.

Jey didn't answer. He just took another sip, slow and measured, watching Solé like she might disappear if he blinked too long. She broke the stare first, turning back to her friends, her hand sliding down the curve of her hip as she disappeared into the crowd.

Jey could feel it happening again, that push and pull, that tension that never really eased between them. He didn’t care how good she looked or how many people were here to see it. Midnight was coming. And with it, a reminder.

Whatever title they liked to pretend still applied, Solé was his.

Even if he had to press her up against a wall and make her remember it one gasp at a time.

The party was only getting louder, sweatier, messier. A new wave of bodies had filled the living room and Solé was somewhere in the middle of it, hips swaying slow to the beat, drink in one hand, the other thrown around her girl’s shoulders as they laughed through another bad karaoke attempt. The energy was high; people sang at the top of their lungs, phones out, flashing, voices off-key and unapologetic.

Jey watched her from a distance, leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, jaw tight. He hadn't moved since their first stare-down. Hadn't smiled. Not once. Every time she threw her head back to laugh, every time her dress rode a little higher on her thighs, every time a hand got too close his body went a little more still.

And then it happened.

Some dude with not nearly enough height slid up behind her, leaning in too close. Jey couldn't hear what was said, but he saw Solé's reaction. That smirk. That playful tilt of her head. The way she looked back at the guy like she was weighing the level of chaos she felt like unleashing tonight.

She didn’t pull away.

She let the guy whisper something in her ear, laughing just a little too loud, letting her hand rest on his chest for a second too long. Jey's fingers curled into fists against his biceps. Jimmy saw it too, from his new post near the stereo, and clocked it immediately.

"Yo," he called out, trying to catch Jey before he exploded, but it was too late.

Jey was already moving.

He crossed the floor like the crowd wasn’t even there, eyes locked on her, shoulders squared, mouth set in a line that meant don’t test me. The guy didn’t notice until it was too late—Jey stepped between them, body to body, forcing him back with nothing but presence.

"Back up," Jey said low, almost calm.

The guy blinked, confused, holding his hands up like he wasn’t trying to start nothing. "Yo, I didn’t know she was with—"

"She not," Jey cut in, staring him down. "But you gon' move anyway."

The guy glanced at Solé, who was now sipping her drink slow, eyes twinkling with mischief like this was the exact reaction she’d been aiming for. Jey didn’t even look at her. Not yet. He waited until the guy backed off, disappearing into the crowd with a shrug and an awkward smile.

Then he turned.

Solé was already grinning when he faced her, like she knew she was in trouble and couldn’t wait to find out how deep.

"You done?" he asked, voice rough.

"With him? I was never really started," she said, tilting her head. "But you look real mad, Joshua."

That name again. That tone.

His nostrils flared. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the crowd, past the hallway, to the first closed door he could find. A bathroom.

He pushed it open, yanked her inside, locked it behind them.

"You think this shit funny?" he asked, voice low, hot, his back already against the door as he towered over her.

Solé shrugged, eyes gleaming, hands behind her back like she was innocent. "Little bit. You got real jealous, baby."

Jey stepped in, crowding her, body heat rolling off him in waves.

"Yeah? Good. Now I’ma show you what that jealousy feels like."

He didn’t wait for her to smart-mouth back. His hand was already around her neck, not tight, but firm, reminding. His other hand slid up her thigh, lifting her dress in one fluid motion. She gasped, laughing against his mouth as he kissed her, rough and hot and full of everything he hadn’t said since the moment he walked in.

She pushed her hands against his chest, breathless between kisses. "We really doing this here?"

Jey grinned, teeth flashing. "Nah. You doing this here. I'm just responding."

And just like that, she was pressed up against the sink, his hand already sliding her panties to the side, ready to remind her exactly who the fuck she belonged to.

Whether the clock struck midnight or not.

Solé’s breath hitched as the cold marble of the bathroom sink met her back, the sharp contrast of chill against her overheated skin sending a shock straight to her spine. The air around them was charged, thick with tension, lust, and every unsaid word they’d been swallowing since they locked eyes across the room. Her hands flew to the edge of the counter, nails sinking into the granite, her thighs already parting like instinct, like they’d done this a thousand times in her mind.

Jey didn’t hesitate. He didn’t ask. He stepped into her space like he owned it, like he’d been holding himself back all night and her little show out there had snapped the last thread of his control.

His mouth claimed her throat, teeth scraping skin as he bit down not hard enough to bruise, but deep enough to make her gasp. “Keep playin' with me, Solé. You lucky we not at my place.”

She tilted her head back, the laugh that spilled out of her equal parts thrill and challenge. Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “What, you gon' be gentle in public?”

Jey growled, low and warning. His hands slid down to grip her thighs, strong fingers digging in before lifting her effortlessly onto the sink. Her dress bunched around her waist, revealing the slick, soaked mess between her legs. His thumb ran over the silk of her panties slowly, taunting, letting her feel every ounce of restraint he was still holding onto.

“You got no idea how close you are to beggin',” he muttered, eyes dark, jaw tight.

She rolled her hips into his touch, eyes gleaming with defiance. “All that talk and still not deep enough.”

That was it.

His patience snapped.

Jey grabbed her firmly, lifting her higher onto the counter until she was perched right where he needed her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, but he wasn’t done. He hooked her ankles over his shoulders, bending her slightly forward, forcing her to meet his gaze with nowhere to run. Her breath hitched, hands flying to the back of the sink to brace herself. Then, with one brutal thrust, he sank into her, deep and unforgiving. The sound she made echoed in the tiled room, a guttural, needy cry that bounced off the walls. Her head fell back with a gasp, hair cascading over the mirror, her body trembling from the impact. Jey didn’t pause. He started to move, grinding in deep, measured strokes, his grip on her hips firm, keeping her locked in place as her moans spilled freely, broken by every thrust.

The first thrust was brutal, not just in depth, but in intent. He slammed into her with a force that made the mirror rattle behind her back, her body jolting forward with the impact. It wasn't just about dominance; it was possession, years of unsaid things and months of tension manifesting in the single, devastating thrust that knocked the breath clean out of her lungs. Her moan cracked through the air, high and needy, legs tightening around his shoulders as her nails scraped at the granite beneath her. Every nerve in her body lit up, fire licking up her spine. Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as she tried to ground herself, but there was no grounding, no catching her breath, not with the way he was looking at her, like he'd never stop.

The second was deeper. He rolled his hips slower this time, dragging himself out just enough to feel the stretch all over again before driving back in, harder, hitting her deeper than before. It was deliberate, like he wanted her to feel every inch, every vein, every damn intention laced in the way he moved. Her breath hitched, nails leaving crescents in the granite as she arched, helpless against the pressure building fast in her belly. He growled low in his throat, watching the way her body reacted to every motion. Her thighs quivered against his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed only to snap open again when he slammed forward once more. It wasn’t just physical. It was a message—a promise—that she wouldn't forget this, not tonight, not ever.

By the third, he had her full attention. His grip tightened on her thighs, spreading her open wider, holding her steady as he set a relentless pace that demanded her submission. Her back arched with every thrust, the slick sound of skin on skin echoing in the small, tiled space like a drumbeat of need. She tried to match him, rolling her hips in time with his, chasing that high he kept dangling just out of reach. Her body moved on instinct, hips meeting his with raw, desperate energy, but Jey wasn’t letting her take over. He pressed forward harder, deeper, his palms sliding from her thighs to her waist, forcing her to take every inch without resistance. Every time she thought she could find a rhythm, he changed it, dragging her higher, driving her wilder, until her moans were nothing but broken gasps of his name.

“Say somethin’ smart now,” he growled, eyes locked on her face, daring her to test him again. His voice dropped lower, rough and breathless, vibrating against her chest. “Tell me somethin’ slick, baby. Give me a reason to flip you over and wear this mirror out.”

Her breath caught, caught between a challenge and a surrender, pupils blown wide, lips trembling with the threat of a comeback. But her mouth didn’t move fast enough. Not with the way his hips flexed, not with the way he filled her so completely her thoughts scattered like broken glass.

“Go on,” he said again, his tone like a match scraping the edge of his control. “Say it with your chest if you so bold.”

Solé whimpered, teeth sinking into her bottom lip as her fingers tangled in his hair. She tugged, yanked, trying to pull him closer, trying to reclaim some kind of control. But when her mouth opened again, all that came out was a broken moan that made his jaw clench.

He leaned in, nose brushing hers, slowing just enough to grind deeper, harder. “This what you wanted, huh? Letting some random clown whisper in your ear so I’d have to remind you?”

Her lashes fluttered. “M-maybe.”

“Yeah,” he said with a dark chuckle, “well. Consider yourself claimed.”

Outside the bathroom, the music thumped. People laughed. Somewhere, a group of drunk voices began a countdown.

“Ten!”

Jey bit her shoulder, holding her in place with nothing but his weight and will.

“Nine!”

His thrusts got sharper, deeper, grinding that spot that made her whimper.

“Eight!”

“You mine,” he hissed against her skin, breath ragged.

“Seven!”

“Say it.”

“Six!”

She was close. Too close. Her head dropped forward, forehead resting against his as she gasped.

“Five!”

“Say it, Solé.”

“Four!”

“I’m yours,” she choked out, voice wrecked.

“Three!”

He kissed her hard, hot, and unrelenting.

“Two!”

Their moans tangled as they fell over the edge together, his name spilling from her lips in breathless fragments.

“One!”

Outside, the party erupted into cheers, drunken shouts, and fireworks exploding in the distance. The house shook with energy.

But in that tiny bathroom, it was just them, sweaty, breathless, still tangled together in the heat of everything they hadn’t dared say.

Jey pulled back just enough to look her in the eye, still buried deep inside her, his hands still gripping her thighs like he didn’t plan to let go.

He smirked.

“Happy fuckin’ New Year.”

And Solé? She just laughed, low and smug, arms wrapped around his neck.

She couldn’t even pretend to regret a damn thing.

The bathroom door creaked open slow, and the first wave of sound hit them like a wall. Music thumping. Laughter spilling down the hallway. Voices raised in celebration, off-key singing already breaking out again somewhere near the kitchen.

Solé stepped out first, dress tugged back into place, hair a mess that still looked too good to be accidental. Jey followed close behind, wiping his hand down the side of his neck, face still flushed, jaw locked in that look he always got after he’d had his fill, the kind that said he wasn’t done, just taking a break.

They hadn’t said a word since the countdown. Since the kiss. Since the climax. Since her legs had fallen off his shoulders and wrapped around his waist instead.

But now they were back in the noise, the real world, surrounded by people and plastic champagne flutes and the lingering stank of weed and cologne.

Jimmy was the first to see them.

He leaned against the hallway wall, one brow arched, red Solo cup in hand, the corner of his mouth twitching.

His gaze slid from Jey to Solé. Then back again.

He didn’t say shit.

Just nodded once.

And kept it moving.

Jey watched his brother walk off, then turned to Solé, who was biting back a smirk. Her arm looped through his with the ease of someone who’d been doing it for years.

She leaned in close, her voice low, teasing against his ear.

"So… we still pretending?"

Jey didn’t even flinch.

His smirk was slow, lazy, cocky. That post-fuck glow was all over him, all gold chain and dark eyes and the weight of everything they hadn’t said.

"You can try," he murmured, glancing down at her mouth. "I won’t."

Then he kissed her again.

Not rough this time.

Not desperate.

Just sure.

And when the next karaoke song came on, and people whooped and hollered over the start of "No Scrubs," Solé was still pressed against him, breathless, smiling like the night had only just begun.

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We're Not Dating

Jey Uso x Reader

fluff with some angst

4.4k words x

Everyone is adamant that you both are dating but you always deny it until some unspoken feelings are said...

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A/N: I'm spoiling you guys with two on the same day

Send requests loves 😽

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Everyone backstage, the wrestlers, managers even the stage crew swore you and Jey were dating - but you weren't.

At least not officially. Not according to either of you.

However, the "not dating" wrestlers don't usually walk into the arena together after a media day, or share protein shakes, or stretch together before matches, or even look at each other the way you two did.

You walked into catering still in your ring gear - black, sleek, and cut to show the definition you’d earned through years of training. Your hair was styled from earlier media shoots, soft curls brushing your shoulders, makeup somehow still perfect even after a full day of work.

A few wrestlers nodded as you passed - the kind of nod that said respect, the kind that was earned and deserved as you’d fought for since your debut. Someone from production even waved you over, telling you their niece had your poster on her wall.

You smiled, thanked them, and kept walking.

Right beside Jey. With his hand on the small of your back.

So when Jimmy saw you and Jey walk into catering again he didn't even try to hide his grin. "Look at them," he announced, "The most not-dating couple in WWE."

You rolled your eyes at the older brother. “We’re not dating.”

Jey didn’t even look up from his phone. “Yeah. We not.”

Jimmy pointed at your gear bag the one Jey was carrying over his shoulder. “Then why he holdin’ your bag like a husband?”

You blinked and looked over to the culprit.

Jey was holding your bag. Your custom gear bag. With your name on it. In glitter. He looked down at it, then shrugged, not bothered. “She handed it to me.”

“No I didn’t,” you said, confused.

He paused, “…Oh.” Jimmy nearly fell out of his chair laughing. However, you didn’t take the bag back.

You both walked over to the training room, as it was much cooler than the hallway, the faint hum of the AC mixed with the rhythmic thud of someone hitting pads on the far left. You dropped onto the bench, your gear still clinging to you. Your hair still styled from earlier media shoots as you leaned forward to unwrap your wrists.

Jey moved with that loose and easy confidence he always had, his shoulders relaxed, chain glinting under the fluorescent lights and the faint scent of his cologne filling the air. He sat beside you, so close that your thighs had touched. Close enough that you could feel the heat radiate off of him. “You really didn’t hand me that bag?” he asked, finally looking over.

You smirked. “Nope.”

He blinked, processing. “Damn.” You laughed, and he shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck like he couldn’t believe himself. “You know what’s crazy?” he said. “I ain’t even notice. Just grabbed it like it was mine.”

“That’s because you’re used to carrying it.”

He paused. “…Am I?”

You raised a brow. “Jey. You’ve carried it the last three shows.”

He stared at you, stunned. “Ain’t no way.”

“Yes way.”

He leaned back against the back of the bench, the muscles in his arms flexing as he stretched out. “Man… Jimmy gon’ clown me forever.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, the contact warm and brief. “You make it too easy.”

He nudged you back gently and deliberately, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary. “You talk too much.” You were about to fire back when the door swung open.

Bianca stepped in, towel around her neck, her long, thick black braid swinging behind her like a whip. She took one look at the two of you sitting way too close on the bench and stopped dead in her tracks.

“Ohhh,” she said, smiling like she’d just walked into a secret. “I see what’s goin’ on.”

You groaned. “Bianca, please—”

She held up her hands. “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’. Just… y’all look real cute sittin’ there.”

Jey pointed at her. “No. Don’t start.”

Bianca laughed, wiping sweat from her forehead. “I ain’t startin’ nothin’. But the whole locker room already knows.”

“Knows what?” you asked.

She smirked. “That y’all together.”

You and Jey said it at the same time: “We’re not.”

Bianca blinked. “Mhm. Sure.”

She walked off toward the ring, leaving you two in a silence that suddenly felt heavier and thicker, like the air had shifted. Jey looked at you again, eyes lingering a little too long, tracing your face, your lips, the curve of your jaw. “You know,” he said quietly, “people wouldn’t think that if we didn’t act like…” He trailed off.

You swallowed. “Act like what?”

He hesitated just for a second, like he wasn’t sure if he should say it. Then he did. “…like we together.”

Your breath caught. And for the first time, neither of you had a comeback.

Later on, the training room was alive, the slap of boots on the mats, the thud of bodies hitting the floor, the sharp exhale of controlled strikes. You leaned against the wall, arms folded, watching the twins spar in the centre of the ring.

Jey was shirtless, sweat glistening across his chest and shoulders, muscles flexing with every movement. His chain was off, tossed onto a bench, and his hair was tied back, a few loose strands sticking to his forehead.

Jimmy circled him, grinning. “You tired yet, Uce?”

Jey smirked. “You wish.”

They locked up again, bodies colliding with a heavy thud. You watched the way Jey moved, sharp and fluid, powerful and tried not to stare too obviously.

Naomi stood beside you, sipping from her water bottle. “Girl, you lookin’ real invested.”

You nudged her. “I’m just watching.”

“Mhm,” she said. “Sure.”

Jey glanced over between movements just a split second, but enough to catch your eye. Enough to make your stomach flip. That’s when the door opened, and Carmelo Hayes walked in. He was still in his gear, his 'H1M' chain glinting, confidence rolling off him like heat. He spotted you instantly and his smile widened.

“Well damn,” Melo said, strolling over. “Didn’t know the main event was already in here.”

Naomi whispered, “Oh lord.”

You laughed softly. “You’re ridiculous.”

Melo leaned on the wall beside you, close but not invasive. “I’m serious. Your match last week? You tore it up. Crowd was loud for you.”

You smiled — genuinely. “Thank you. That means a lot.” You weren’t flirting. You were just being you warm, friendly, respectful.

He stepped a little closer. “I’m serious. You got star written all over you. I was thinkin’ maybe we could—”

A loud thud cut him off. Jey had slammed Jimmy onto the mat harder than necessary. Jimmy groaned. “Damn, Uce! What I do?”

Naomi whispered as she walked over to Jimmy, “Look at his face. He jealous jealous.”

Jimmy noticed immediately. “Ohhh he heated.” Jey was in the ring, watching every second like it was a crime scene. He was staring at Melo like he wanted to superkick him into next week.

Unbeknownst to him, Melo kept talking, oblivious. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could run some drills together sometime. You got crazy footwork. I could learn somethin’.”

You nodded. “Yeah, that’d be fun.” You kept talking because you’re friendly and professional, you’re not doing anything wrong.

Melo smiled. “You free later? We’re all goin’ out. You should come.”

You opened your mouth to respond—

Jey hopped out of the ring. There was no hesitation. No water break. Just pure, territorial instinct.

Naomi whispered, “Oh this about to be good.”

Jimmy whispered back, “This man is about to risk his whole back for love.”

Jey walked straight toward you, he seemed like a man with a goal and mission, sweat still dripping down his chest, breathing heavy, eyes locked on Melo. Melo finally noticed. “What’s up, Uce?”

Jey didn’t blink stepping closer to you, his cologne hitting your nose. “She busy later.”

You turned. “I am?”

Jey swallowed. “Yeah.”

Naomi slapped Jimmy’s arm. “HE SAID SHE BUSY.”

Jimmy screamed, whispering, but it might as well have been screamed fully. “OH MY GOD.”

Melo raised his hands, amused. “Aight, I see how it is.” He gave you a respectful nod. “Catch you later.” When he left, the room fell silent.

Naomi spoke out first, “So y’all not dating.”

You and Jey said synchronised as if you had rehearsed it, “We’re not.”

The married couple sighed, still not believing them, “Mhm.”

Jey looked at you again, closer now, breath still heavy, eyes dark and warm. “You're too friendly,” he murmured. You smirked. “Or you too jealous?” His jaw tightened. And he didn’t deny it. The tension between you was something palatable, something both of you have never felt with someone else. It was unspoken.

Naomi cut the tension as she checked her phone and groaned. “Damn, I left my water bottle in catering.”

Jimmy slapped his forehead. “And I left my towel in the hallway. Come on, Uce, we’ll be right back.”

Jey waved them off, still catching his breath from sparring. “Go. Y’all loud anyway.” His sweat glistened across his chest and shoulders

Naomi smirked at you her eyes narrowing playfully, “Don’t start nothin’ while we gone.”

You raised a brow, confused, “Start what?”

She pointed between you and Jey. “Exactly.”

They slipped out, the door swinging shut behind them leaving the room suddenly quieter, warmer, and way too full of tension. Jey looked at you. You looked at him. The faint of the AC buzzed above you but it felt like both of yours heart beat were louder.

He tilted his head. “You tryna spar or what?”

You stepped into the ring, chuckling, your boots hitting the mat with a soft thud, "Only if you're ready to lose."

He laughed under his breath, his grills smiling with him, "A'ight. Bet."

You squared up in the centre of the ring. Jey had mirrored you; his stance was low, his shoulders loose, and his eyes locked onto yours with a focus that made your stomach tighten. The air between you tightened as well. Then he moved, fast.

He reached for your wrist, but you twisted out of it, sliding behind him. Your hands brushed his back, warm and solid muscle beneath slick skin - before he spun, catching your waist with one arm and pulling you flush against him. Your breath caught. His chest pressed against yours, heat radiating through your gear. His hand splayed across your hip, fingers firm, steady, claiming without meaning to.

“You good?” he murmured, voice low, breath warm against your cheek.

You swallowed. “I’m fine.”

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes flicking down to your lips for a heartbeat. “You sure?”

You shoved him lightly to break the tension or at least tried to. He didn’t move an inch. Instead, he stepped closer.

Your back hit the ropes. The vinyl was cool against your spine, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body crowding yours. His breath fanned across your skin, warm and uneven from the spar. A drop of sweat slid down his temple, tracing the line of his jaw.

“Try again,” he said softly.

You pushed at his shoulder. He caught your wrist mid‑motion, fingers wrapping around it gently but firmly, his thumb brushing the inside of your wrist right over your pulse.

Your heartbeat jumped and he felt it.

His eyes darkened, gaze dropping to your mouth again, slower this time, deliberate, hungry. The air tightened, every breath you took brushing against his. Your breath mingled, soft and uneven. Your noses brushed the lightest graze, barely there, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. Jey didn't move first, he just looked at you.

Really looked.

It was as if he was memorising the shape of your mouth, the way your chest rose, the way your fingers would curl behind the ropes slightly. His hand slid down from your wrist to waist, his fingers spreading across your hip like he needed the anchor.

His forehead dipped down to yours, it was slow, careful as if he was giving you all the time in the world to pull away, even though neither of you moved. His lips hovered above yours, just close enough that you could feel the warmth of them, close enough that one more breath would've closed the distance. His nose nudged yours again, it was softer this time, intentional.

You felt his breath catch.

He felt yours stutter.

His thumb brushed your hip in a slow, unconscious stroke, and his voice was barely a whisper, "Tell me to stop." You didn't and that was all he needed. He leaned in that last inch -

The door slammed open.

“OH HELL NO.” Naomi’s voice cracked through the room like a whip. You and Jey jerked apart so fast the ropes snapped back with a loud twang. Jimmy stumbled in behind her, eyes wide. “I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. I TOLD YOU THEY WAS GON’ BE IN HERE DOIN’ SOMETHIN’.”

Naomi pointed at the two of you, scandalized. “Y’all was about to KISS.”

Jey wiped his face with his forearm, cheeks flushed. “No we wasn’t.”

Jimmy screamed. “BRO. YOU WERE BREATHIN’ IN HER MOUTH.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god.”

Naomi leaned on the ropes, cackling. “This is BETTER than Love Island.”

Jimmy nodded. “This the season finale.”

Jey glared at them. “Why y’all even back so fast?”

Naomi held up her water bottle. “Forgot this.”

Jimmy held up his towel. “Forgot this.”

They both pointed at you and Jey.

Naomi shocked, “But THIS? This is crazy.”

Jimmy leaned his arm on his wife's shoulder and pointed between them, “They gon’ kiss for real next time.”

You and Jey said at the same time, “Shut up.” You looked at him, cheeks flushed, chest still rising a little too fast, eyes soft and warm and locked on you, the moment wasn’t gone. It was just interrupted.

The door finally shut behind Naomi and Jimmy, their laughter echoing down the hallway until it faded completely.

Silence settled over the training room again, but it wasn’t the same silence as before. This one was thick, humming under your skin. You exhaled slowly, trying to steady your heartbeat but it didn't help. Your heartbeat was still racing. Your hands were still gripping the ropes, knuckles white, like your body hadn’t caught up to the interruption yet. Jey cleared his throat, it was a small sound but sharp and then he did the most Jey thing possible.

He pretended absolutely nothing happened.

He stepped back, putting space between you two and wiped his face with the bottom of his shirt, which only made things worse because it exposed the cut lines of his stomach, and said, completely casual, “A’ight. Good spar.”

You blinked. “Good spar?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding like he hadn’t just been a breath away from kissing you. “You did good.”

You stared at him. “Jey.”

He grabbed his chain off the bench. “What?” Letting the cool metal slide through his fingers.

“You were— we were—” You gestured vaguely between your bodies, still breathless, still warm everywhere he'd touched you

He shrugged, cool as ever. “We was sparrin’.”

You scoffed. “Sparring?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, avoiding your eyes now. “Just sparrin’.”

You stepped closer. trying to close the space he created, “You were about to kiss me.”

His jaw flexed — the only sign he wasn’t as calm as he pretended.

“I was leanin’ in,” he corrected softly. “Ain’t say nothin’ about kissin’.”

Your stomach flipped. He was lying. And you both knew it. You felot heat rise in your chest, frustration, confusion and something else you didn't want to name, “You really gonna act like nothing happened?”

He finally met your eyes. And for a moment, the mask slipped.

His voice dropped low. “I ain’t actin’ like nothin’. I’m just… tryna be cool.”

“Why?”

He swallowed. “’Cause if I don’t, I’ma do somethin’ stupid.”

Those words hung in the air between you, it felt warm, heavy and too honest. Something in your chest twisted.

Did he really think that something more than a friendship with you is stupid to him?

You stepped back a little, but it was enough for him to notice. “Right,” you said quietly. “Cool.”

Jey frowned. “What that mean?”

“It means,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, “I don’t know what you want. One second you’re—” You shook your head stopping yourself, “I just… I need a minute.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond. You ducked under the ropes, boots hitting the floor with a soft thud. The room felt too warm, too small, too full of him. You grabbed your water bottle, your bag, just anything to keep your hands busy.

Behind you, Jey stepped forward. “Wait—”

You didn’t turn around. “Jey,” you said, voice tight, “I’m not mad. I just… can’t do the back‑and‑forth right now.”

He went quiet. Completely quiet. And that hurt more than anything. You walked toward the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. Your chest was tight, your throat warm, your heartbeat still uneven from everything that almost happened - and everything that didn’t.

Your hand touched the door handle. You hesitated for half a second, hoping he’d say something - anything.

But he didn’t. He just stood there, silent, unsure, watching you leave.

So you opened the door. And you walked out.

You didn't know where you were going but you just needed to get away and feel like you could breathe again. The hallway felt cooler then the training room but your chest was still tight, your throat warm, your heartbeat refusing to settle. You rounded the corner, head down, trying to breathe.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa—” Naomi’s voice came from behind you. “Baby girl, you good?”

You froze. Of course they were right there. Of course they saw you.

Jimmy stepped beside her, the joking wiped clean off his face the second he saw your expression. “Hey. What happened?”

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

Jimmy frowned, stepping a little closer not crowding you, but just present. “You don’t look fine.”

Naomi touched your arm gently. “Talk to us.”

You let out a shaky breath. “I just… I don’t know what he wants. He almost—” You stopped yourself, heat rising in your cheeks. “Then he acted like it was nothing.”

Naomi sighed softly. “Oh, honey…”

Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck. “Look… my brother? He got a good heart. But he dumb sometimes.”

Naomi elbowed him, giving him a sharp look. “Jimmy.”

“What?” he said, hands up. “I’m not takin’ sides. I love both of y’all. I’m just sayin’ he shuts down when he feels too much.”

You swallowed. “Well, I’m tired of guessing.”

Naomi squeezed your arm. “You did the right thing walking out.”

Jimmy added, “He probably in there pacing like a lost puppy.”

You almost laughed, almost. Naomi smiled. “Come on. Let’s get you some air.”

They walked with you down the hallway, flanking you like protective siblings. You were starting to breathe normally again when voices drifted from around the corner. It was light, flirty, and familiar.

A woman’s laugh.

High. Sweet. Too sweet.

Jimmy stopped walking. “Who the hell is that?”

Naomi’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh?”

You turned the corner and your stomach dropped.

Jey was standing near the catering table. Still shirtless. Still sweaty. Still looking like trouble. And standing way too close to him was Tiffany Stratton. Her hand was on his arm. Her smile was bright. Her voice was soft. And Jay wasn't pulling away.

Your chest tightened again, but this time, it wasn’t confusion.

It was jealousy. Hot. Sharp. Immediate.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and leaned slightly toward you. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

Because Tiffany laughed again, her fingers slid a little higher on Jey’s arm.

Jimmy muttered, “If she go any higher, I’m removin’ her hand myself.”

Naomi grabbed his wrist. “Jimmy, stop.”

“I am stoppin’,” he whispered loudly. “Barely.”

But you couldn’t look away. Because Jey finally noticed you. And the second he did - his smile dropped. his posture straightened. his eyes locked on yours like he’d been searching for you.

Tiffany kept talking but Jey didn’t hear a word.

Jimmy exhaled. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Naomi smirked. “Mhm. He only see you.”

Your stomach flipped - jealousy, hurt, and something dangerously close to hope all tangled together.

Tiffany kept talking, oblivious, “…and then I told Shawn that if they want me on—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jey cut in, eyes never leaving you. “Hold up.” He stepped away from her mid‑sentence. Just walked off without any regret

Tiffany blinked, offended. “Um—excuse me?” But Jey didn’t even hear her. He was already crossing the hallway toward you, and your stomach flipped so hard it hurt.

You straightened your shoulders, forcing your face into something neutral. You were not jealous or bothered at all.

“Y/N,” Jey said, stopping right in front of you. His voice was low, rough, still warm from sparring. He smelled like sweat and cologne and adrenaline.

Your voice came out too fast. “Hey. What’s up. Everything good. I’m fine.”

Jimmy snorted. “Yeah. She real fine.”

You shot him a death glare.

Jey’s eyes narrowed slightly, studying your face. “You sure?”

“Yep,” you said, way too brightly. “Totally fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? I’m great.”

Jimmy nodded. “She lyin’ like a politician.”

You clenched your jaw. “I’m. Fine.” Jey stepped closer, too close, and Jimmy immediately slid between you two like a human barricade.

“Back up, Uce,” Jimmy said, hand on Jey’s chest. “She need a second.” Jey’s chest rose under Jimmy’s palm, muscles tensing. “Move.”

Jimmy shook his head. “Not till you chill.”

“I am chill,” Jey said, voice low, eyes locked on you over Jimmy’s shoulder.

“You ain’t,” Jimmy shot back. “You look like you ready to fight somebody.”

Jey didn’t deny it.

Naomi sighed. “Lord, y’all dramatic.”

You took a breath. “Jimmy… it’s okay.”

Jimmy looked at you, then at Jey, then stepped aside slowly and reluctantly, like he didn’t trust either of you not to combust.

Jey wasted no time. He reached out, gently but firmly taking your wrist. His fingers were warm, calloused, steady. “Come here.”

Your breath caught. “Jey—”

“We talkin’,” he said, voice low, leaving no room for argument. He guided you down the hallway, his hand sliding from your wrist to your forearm, then letting go only when you were around the corner - out of sight, out of earshot, the hum of the vending machine the only sound. He turned to face you fully. His chest was still rising from the sparring. His jaw was tight. A bead of sweat slid down his temple. His eyes were dark, warm, frustrated, scared. “You left,” he said quietly.

You crossed your arms. “I needed space.”

“You ain’t even look at me.”

“You weren’t looking at me either,” you shot back before you could stop yourself.

Jey blinked. “What?”

You exhaled sharply. “Your whole attention was on someone else it seemed,”

Realization hit him like a punch. His lips parted. “You jealous?”

You scoffed. “No.”

He stepped closer. “You jealous.”

“I’m not—”

He closed the distance, voice dropping. “Say you not jealous again.”

Your breath stuttered. You couldn’t.

He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours. “You think I care about her?”

You looked away. “I don’t know what you care about.” He flinched, actually flinched, like the words hit him somewhere deep. Then he stepped even closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“I care about you,” he said, voice low, raw, unguarded. “Too much. That’s the problem.”

Your heart stopped. He kept going, the words spilling out like he’d been holding them back for months.

“I ain’t actin’ cool ’cause I don’t want you,” he said. “I’m actin’ cool ’cause I want you too much. And I don’t know how to not mess that up.”

Your chest tightened, “Jey…”

He shook his head, voice barely above a whisper, “Just tell me you feel it too.” His vouce was low, raw and unguarded.

The hallway felt too small, too warm, too full of him. Your pulse thudded in your ears. You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice but it still came out shaky. "I do."

Jey froze. The words hit him in someplace deep inside of him. Like he'd been waiting for them without letting himself hope.

“I’m tired of pretending nothing’s happening. I’m tired of acting like I don’t care when I do. I’m tired of you pulling me close and then acting like it meant nothing.”

Jey exhaled sharply, like the words knocked the wind out of him. “I ain’t act like it meant nothin’,” he said, voice rough. “I acted like it meant too much.”

Your breath caught. He took another step closer to you. Both of your body heat hugging each other as there was a faint tremble in his fingers. His eyes kept dropping to your mouth and snapping back up, “I want you,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I been wantin’ you. And I’m done pretendin’ I don’t.”

Your breath hitched. Because that was it. That was the thing you’d been waiting for. The thing he’d been fighting. You lifted your chin slightly, voice soft. “Then stop fighting it.”

Jey inhaled sharply, a quiet, shaky breath that gave him away completely. His hand came up slowly, like he was giving you time to pull back. His fingers brushed your jaw, warm and careful. You leaned into the touch before you could think.

That was all he needed. He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t messy. It wasn’t desperate. It was slow and intentional, like he’d been holding it in for months and finally let himself breathe. His other hand slid to the back of your neck, steady and gentle, pulling you just a little closer. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself because your knees felt unsteady.

The world went quiet. No Tiffany. No Naomi. No Jimmy. Just the two of you and the warmth of his mouth on yours.

When he finally pulled back barely an inch his forehead rested against yours, breath warm against your lips. “See?” he whispered. “Told you I was gon’ do somethin’ stupid.”

You smiled, breathless. “That wasn’t stupid.” He smiled too — small, soft, real. “Nah,” he murmured. “That was overdue.”

Now everyone was right.

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UNDER THE MISTLETOE

summary: kissing his baby mama underneath the mistletoe was the best thing he ever did finally getting his hands on her.

warnings contain: oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, choking, hair-pulling, fluff at the end.

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Jimmy Uso x Yasmin (from my story triggered.)

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omniscient

Everyone was arriving at Mama Fatu’s house for the holidays coming in one by one as Yasmin and the girls had came in first.

“Nanaaa!” Milani shouted.

As she ran inside of the house first as Miyori followed behind her coming with mama fatu already kneeling down at their height as she gave them a big hug.

“Look at my babies yall are getting big.” Mama Fatu said.

Yasmin had walked in the kitchen as she smiled at Mama Fatu who came towards her with a warm hug rubbing her back.

“I’m glad you came, I was starting to get worried.” She said.

Yasmin chuckled at her. “I wouldn’t miss a thing since I brought gifts that are in the trunk of my car.”

That’s when she had called for Jey, Jacob and Zilla to help Yasmin out with the gifts in her trunk as they all put on their coats and boots since it was cold outside.

What caught Yasmin’s attention was Jimmy sitting on the couch leaning back against the sofa with a cold beer in his hand, talking to Roman about something not seeing Ciara anywhere assuming she was out back or something as she brushed it off picking up the girls coats from the floor and placed them on the hook that was on the wall.

The guys had brought in the gifts one by one.

“Damn Yas, what the fuck did you buy a whole truck?” Jey said.

She shrugged. “Hey, it might be a truck.” 

“Tell yo’ baby daddy to get his strong ass up and help.”

Her eyes flickered towards Jimmy’s attention, who was already looking at her, taking another sip of his beer before getting up from the couc,h heading towards her way.

She fixed her posture, seeing his tall figure hovering over her already as he set his beer down on the counter, licking his lips as he eyed her outfit up and down, then back at her pretty face that had a natural beat of makeup on it and her lips glossy.

“You gon’ keep standing there or you gon’ hug me minks?” 

She rolled her eyes at him while stepping closer to him with her arms around his neck and his hands automatically wrapped around her waist gazing down at her.

“Hi.” Yasmin said.

“Hey, minks Merry Christmas.” Jimmy replied.

Before they could do anything else they heard someone clearing their throat which made them turn their heads to the door seeing Jey standing there with his hands on his hips like a typical father.

“Yall can kiss each other’s faces later, yo fat head ass come help with the gifts twin.” Jey said.

They both chuckled at him as Jimmy removed his arms away from her waist while grabbing his coat so that he could help out with the gifts.

Everyone was eating dinner and talking as Jimmy was sitting next to Yasmin and his girls as Jey had asked Jimmy where was Ciara?

Taking a few bites of their food that mama fatu had cooked as the Milani and Miyori were giggling and talking to jeyce about volleyball giving him the run down as Jey had said something.

“Yo’ twin where  Ciara at? Why she didn’t come?” Jey asked.

Jimmy stopped eating for a moment looking up at Jey before speaking. 

“She wanted to spend the holidays with her family.” Jimmy replied.

Yasmin had seen some sauce on the corner of his lips as she cradled his chin, catching his attention, wiping the corner of his lip with her thumb as she gazed into his eye,s smiling at him.

“You had some sauce on the corner of your lip.”

He smiled at her. “Thank you.”

She nodded her head as she went back to eating her food while listening to Milani talk to Jeyce. Jimmy’s eyes never left hers as Jey nudged Roman, cocking his head towards Jimmy’s direction.

“That man is so gone.” Jey whispered.

“Yeah he sure is.” Roman replied.

They started opening up gifts as Jimmy gave Yasmin a small box wrapped up as she unwrapped it her present.

When she unwrapped her present and opened up the box, she saw her favorite necklace in there that she had wanted a long time ago when they were together, as she looked up at him.

“You remembered?” Yasmin asked.

He nodded his head while smiling, “Of course I did I knew how badly you’ve been wanting it so I bought it for you.”

She smiled softly at him as she hugged him tightly, feeling his strong arms around her waist as he placed a soft kiss on her cheek that made her heart flutter.

They pulled away from each other as he grabbed the box from her hand, taking the necklace out of it while she turned around with her back facing him.

He hooked the necklace around her neck as he clipped it from the back before backing up seeing her turn around.

“Ouuu bitch that necklace looks so good on you.” Michin said.

B-fab chimed in, “It’s all shiny too, damn you spoiling yo’ baby mama already?”

He chuckled at them shaking his head.

“I’ve been spoiling her.”

She came back from the bathroom as she had seen Jimmy standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the wall as she looked at him with a confused expression on her face as he looked up, cocking his head at the mistletoe.

She chuckles while rolling her eyes at him.

“You’re ridiculous you know that?” Yasmin said.

“I’m not hearing you say no to kissing me though.” Jimmy shot back playfully.

She walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck, staring into his almond-shaped, deep-brown eyes as his tall figure hovered over her.

Feeling his hands on her hips, keeping her close to him as they both leaned in at the same time, nose brushing against each other, and lips almost touching.

That’s when he had pressed his lips against her,s hearing Roman whistle in the background.

“Look at that, they finally kissing.”

“Finally got tired of them eye-fucking each other.”

Jimmy threw up the middle finger at them as they continued to make out with each other, tongues slipping inside as she tilted her head a bit keeping her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Ewww mama and papa are kissing Miyo cover your eyes.” Milani said.

They both chuckled through the kiss as they continued to be in their own little world.

When nobody was looking, Jimmy had pulled Yasmin somewhere private, shutting the door behind them as he pulled down his sweats showing off his hardened dick.

“C’mon baby, I need your lips around it please.” He begged.

“We are at yo’ mama’s house are you crazy?” She scolded.

He smirks. 

“Only crazy for you.”

Her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as he threw his head back against the wall behind him.

“Mm-hm, fuck baby just like that.” Jimmy moaned.

She swirled her tongue around his tip, going all the way down until his tip was hitting the back of her throat.

She bopped her head up and down on his dick, hearing his sweet moans escaping from his lips, gazing up at him. He had his head thrown back on the wall, clenching his legs in the process.

He opened his eyes, staring intensely into her soul as she continued to suck the soul out of him. Feeling his hand caressing her face.

“You so fuckin’ pretty baby.” 

“Keep talkin’ to me Jimmy..” She muttered softly while continuing to circle her tongue around the tip.

Yasmin felt him move his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside of her mouth, grabbing a whole load of her hair, and began to face fuck her. As she maintained her breathing as she let him face fuck her, hearing his heavy breathing.

“Fuckk baby, fuck.” He grunted as he continued to thrust his hips.

All that could be heard were wet noises coming from her lips as all of her saliva was dripping down all over his dick and her hands.

He abused her throat every chance he got while her eyes fluttered and her throat spasmed. With every single thrust, he would just go deeper and deeper, and it started to form tears in her eyes.

"Ouuu fuck minks...taking me so well...make me nut minks..." his breathing became more shaky and heavy, knowing that he was almost close to his climax.

Feeling his dick twitching inside of her mouth, along with his legs twitching too, as his tip was deep inside of her throat.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head, thrusting his hips in the process, she used both of her hands, stroking him up and down while he did that, driving him insane.

After abusing her throat some more, she heard a loud groan escaping from his lips while his warm seeds spilled down her throat, eating that shit up.

Yasmin felt him shaking violently, seeing him pull out his dick away from her mouth, hearing that pop as her face felt flushed, seeing his chest heaving up and down.

She sticks her tongue out at him, showing him that she swallowed all of his nut, smiling at him as he chuckles at her, trying to catch his breath.

"Yo' ass is nasty, baby, but c'mere so I can fuck the shit out of you." Jimmy said as he scooped her up by her thighs.

He bends her over on the sink counter, thrusting deep inside of her.

Jimmy had Yasmin pinned against the marble counter, her red-velvet dress shoved up over her hips, a lace thong dangling around one ankle. The big mirror showed everything: her hands splayed wide, tits spilling out the top of her dress, his thick frame looming behind her as he drove into her slow and deep.

“Fuck, baby,” Jimmy groaned, voice low and rough in her ear. “This pretty lil’ minks grippin’ me so goddamn tight. You been teasin’ me all night, huh? Know exactly what you doin’.”

Yasmin whimpered, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Yes, daddy… wanted you to snap. Wanted this dick all day.”

He chuckled dark, one big hand sliding up to grip her throat—not hard, just enough to tilt her head back so she had to watch them in the mirror. “Look at that shit, minks. Look how you takin’ all this dick. Stretchin’ so pretty around me.”

Her eyes locked on the reflection: Jimmy’s hips rolling, tattoos flexing, his thick length disappearing inside her over and over, shiny with her wetness. Every deep stroke made her toes curl, her breath hitch.

“Jimmy—oh fuck—right there,” she gasped, voice breaking as he hit that spot that made her see stars.

“Right there?” He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in to the hilt, balls slapping against her clit. “This what you wanted, baby? Me poundin’ this pussy while the whole family downstairs?”

“Yes—yes—fuck me harder, please—”

“Greedy lil’ thing.” He sped up, pounding into her relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the steamy bathroom. His free hand came down hard on her ass, the smack echoing. “This ass bouncin’ so good for me. You love when I go deep, don’t you, minks?”

“Love it—love your big dick stretchin’ me—oh God, Jimmy—”

He leaned over her, chest to her back, lips at her ear as he drilled her harder, faster. “Tell me who this pussy belong to, baby. Say it while I’m balls deep.”

“It’s yours,” she cried out, voice shaking with every brutal thrust. “All yours—fuck—this pussy yours, daddy—”

“That’s right.” His fingers found her clit, rubbing fast circles while he kept pounding, deep and punishing. “Cream on this dick for me, minks. Let me feel that shit. Wanna feel you squirt all over me on Christmas.”

The pressure snapped. Yasmin’s whole body locked up, a choked scream tearing from her throat as she came hard, gushing around him, thighs trembling. Jimmy growled filthy praise in her ear—“Good girl, baby… fuck, that’s it… milk this dick”—and slammed in one last time, burying himself deep as he exploded inside her, hot and thick, hips jerking with every pulse.

They stayed locked together, panting, his arms wrapped tight around her waist. In the mirror, her makeup was smudged, lips bitten red, his face buried in her neck as he caught his breath.

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, minks,” he rasped, pressing a lazy kiss to her shoulder.

Yasmin laughed breathlessly, reaching back to thread fingers through his hair. “Best present I ever got.”

They fixed themselves quick—wiping smudged lipstick, straightening clothes—sharing one last hungry kiss before sneaking back downstairs, the secret heat between them burning brighter than any string of lights in the house.

Everyone crashed out for the night while Jimmy took care of her.

The house had finally gone quiet. The last of the cousins had crashed on couches downstairs, kids tucked into sleeping bags, Mama Fatu’s soft snores drifting from her room at the end of the hall. Jimmy and Yasmin had slipped into the guest bedroom on the second floor, door shut and locked, the faint glow of Christmas lights from the window painting soft reds and greens across the bed.

Yasmin was still buzzing, body humming from what they’d done in the bathroom earlier. Her thighs ached in the best way, skin sensitive where his hands had gripped her. She stood in front of the dresser mirror, peeling off what was left of her makeup with a wipe, when Jimmy came up behind her—shirtless now, sweatpants low on his hips, tattoos stark against his skin in the dim light.

“C’mere, minks,” he murmured, voice softer than before, all that rough edge melted into something warm and tender. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, chin resting on her shoulder as he watched her in the mirror. “You good, baby?”

She smiled, leaning back into his chest. “More than good. You wrecked me.”

He chuckled low, pressing a slow kiss to the side of her neck, right over the faint mark he’d left earlier. “Lemme take care of you then.”

Jimmy guided her to the bed, easing her down onto the soft comforter. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a second and came back with a warm washcloth. Gentle—way gentler than he’d been an hour ago—he parted her thighs and cleaned her up slow, careful strokes that made her sigh and melt deeper into the pillows.

“Still sensitive?” he asked, eyes flicking up to hers, thumb brushing soothing circles on her inner thigh.

“A little,” she admitted, voice sleepy. “But it feels nice when you do that.”

He tossed the cloth aside and crawled up beside her, pulling her into his arms so she was curled against his chest. One big hand slid under her oversized T-shirt (his T-shirt, really), palm flat against her lower back, rubbing slow, lazy patterns.

“You were so fuckin’ perfect tonight, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “Takin’ me like that… quiet when I told you to be… lettin’ me have all of you. Proud of you, minks.”

Yasmin’s heart did a little flip. She nuzzled closer, lips brushing his collarbone. “Love when you talk to me like that. Makes me feel… safe. Owned, but safe.”

“You are owned,” he said, voice deep and serious now. “And you always safe with me. Always.”

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the bottle of lotion Mama kept in every guest room, and warmed some between his palms before sliding his hands up under the shirt again—massaging her back, her shoulders, down her arms. Every touch deliberate, reverent. When he got to her ass, he kneaded gently over the spots he’d spanked earlier, soothing the sting.

“Still warm here,” he murmured, lips quirking. “You wear my marks so pretty.”

She hummed, eyes fluttering shut. “Like wearing them.”

They stayed like that for a long time—just breathing together, his fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin, her leg hooked over his. Eventually he pulled the thick quilt up over them both, tucking it around her like a cocoon.

“You thirsty, baby?” he asked softly.

“Mmm. Little.”

He leaned over, grabbed the water bottle he’d brought up earlier, and held it to her lips so she could sip without moving. When she was done, he took a drink himself, then set it aside and pulled her even closer—her head on his chest, his heartbeat steady under her ear.

“Love you, Yasmin,” he said quietly, fingers threading through her hair. “More than anything.”

“Love you too, Jimmy,” she whispered back, already drifting. “Merry Christmas.”

He smiled against her forehead, pressing one last kiss there. “Best Christmas yet, minks.”

And with the house silent around them, wrapped in each other’s warmth, they fell asleep—sated, cared for, and perfectly at peace.

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Evren was curled up against the wall. She had managed to doze off, but the sharp click of the lock jolted her awake. She instantly tensed, bracing herself against the wall in the dusty corner. It wasn't the heavy footsteps of Damien, nor the unsettling silence of the Architect. When she looked up, she recognized the long mullet cut, Dominic, carrying a brown paper bag. 

Evren breathed a sigh of relief. Thankful it was just Dominic. He wasn't aggressive like Finn. Which she appreciated, she couldn't stand Finn. 

He placed the bag next to her, pushing it close. His eyes flickered to the untouched bag from the previous day, still sitting nearby. 

"Here. Eat up," he said flatly, glancing at her. Dominic noticed how small she has got, only being with them for bout a week. Evren shook her head, a sign of her strong defiance. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, and muttered something under his breath in a low, rapid tongue. 

"No has comido nada," he'd said. You haven't eaten anything. 

He straightened up, his eyes meeting hers, showing a flicker of reluctant attention. "You okay?" he asked, the question sounding more like a formality. 

"No," Evren answered honestly, her voice raspy from the dry air and lack of use. She pulled her legs tighter to her chest. "All I want is to go home, Dominic." A tear slipped down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away. 

Dominic shifted his weight, looking away toward the opened door. A small shadow of sympathy crossed his face, but it was quickly masked by indifference. "Look, I get it, but crying ain't gonna do nothing for you. You just gotta do what the Architect says when he comes back. Do that, and you'll be fine. Trust me." 

He turned to leave, his task completed.

"Wait." 

He paused with his hand on the knob, his head cocked back toward her. 

"Look, I've been down here for, I don't know how many days. I need to shower" she asked. 

He hesitated, Evren can see the wheels turning in his head. 

"Dominic, please." Evren was practically begging. 

"I'll see what I can do" 

"Thank you," He gave her a quick nod. 

Then, without another word, he opened the door and disappeared, the heavy lock clicking shut behind him, leaving Evren alone in the cold room. She looked down at the food, debating whether denying it was worth the gnawing ache in her stomach. 

The persistent ring of Jimmy's cell phone was sharp, tearing through the quiet darkness of the pre-dawn bedroom. Jimmy shot upright, instantly alert, grabbing the phone before it could wake Zahria fully. 

"Go back to sleep, ma," he whispered, quickly untangling his arm from her waist, kissing the top of her head. He slid the glass door open and stepped out onto the small balcony, letting the cool morning air hit his face. The caller ID showed Tama. 

"What you got, Uce?" Jimmy's voice a bit raspy. 

Tama's voice was low and intense, cutting straight to the chase. "We got something. That Mercedes is registered to a luxury condo up in Buckhead. We got a code to get in." 

"Buckhead, huh? Trying to blend in with the rich folk." Jimmy rubbed the sleep from his eyes, his mind already racing. "Alright. Keep that intel close. Meet me at the compound, I'll be there in a few." 

He hung up, the promise he made to Jey spurring him into action. 

Jimmy walked back inside. The spot beside him where Zahria had been was now empty. He heard faint movement downstairs and realized she must have been up already. He quickly went through his morning routine, then headed down to the kitchen. 

Zahria was at the stove, already beginning breakfast. She moved on autopilot, her motions quiet and practiced as she cracked eggs into a bowl. Her usual morning energy was replaced by a heavy, inward focus. 

He stood in the doorway for a heartbeat, just watching her. The kitchen smelled like butter and burnt toast. Zahria's back was to him, her braids pulled into a messy knot, moving with a mechanical precision that told him her mind was miles away. 

Jimmy walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. Her body instantly relaxed into his embrace. 

"What's wrong, Z?" he murmured, giving her a gentle squeeze. 

She let out a soft sigh. "It's just..." She paused, struggling to find the words. "I-I'm just scared for Ren." 

Jimmy turned her around slowly in his arms so he could look directly into her eyes. He wiped a stray tear from her cheek. "Hey. Evren strong, ma. She ain't gon' take shit from no one, you know that." 

Zahria managed a weak chuckle, agreeing. "Yeah, she definitely has her attitude." 

Jimmy held her gaze, his expression intensely serious. "Listen to me. Today, when you at work, I don't want'chu to worry. You do what you gotta do, and I'll take care of the rest." He gave her a final, reassuring look. "Think you can do that f'me, baby?" 

Zahria nodded, her eyes trusting but still shadowed with worry. 

Jimmy's gaze dropped, lingering on her lips before pulling her into a deep, desperate kiss. It was a kiss filled with a promise, passionate and swift, pulling away just before the urgency could take over. 

He let out a sharp breath, resting his forehead against hers. He broke the heavy moment with a grin. "Now finish that breakfast, ma." he said, before giving her backside a firm, playful smack and dashing toward the back door before Zahria could react, leaving her standing in the kitchen, half-smiling and fully shaking her head. 

The drive to the hospital was quiet, heavy with unspoken worry. Zahria was dressed in her scrubs, sipping coffee, occasionally reaching out to touch Jimmy's arm. He felt every mile taking him farther from his comfort and closer to the coming violence. 

He pulled up to the curb by the employee entrance, putting the car in park. 

Zahria gathered her things, leaning over the center console, her brow furrowed. "Do I need to worry bout you?" 

Jimmy reached out, gently tucking a stray curl behind her ear. "You do your job, save those lives, don't worry bout me." He managed a reassuring smile. "I'll be right here to pick you up when yo' shift over. I promise." 

She returned the smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. She kissed him deeply, a soft but lingering kiss that was more of a plea for his safety than an act of passion. 

"See you later, handsome," she murmured, gathering her bag. 

"Be good, ma." 

Jimmy watched her walk into the glass doors of the hospital. He waited til she was out of sight before pulling away, the softness gone, replaced by a rigid focus. 

The tension inside the compound meeting room was a thick, physical presence. Roman, Solo, Tama, and Tonga Loa were already gathered around the large table, waiting for Jimmy. He walked in, taking his seat, and the men acknowledged him with quick nods. Solo stood by the large screen, but his expression wasn't as focused as usual. 

"Here the plans," Solo stated, tapping the screen. "Surveillance shows Rhodes's Mercedes at the airport. He skipped town right after the snatch. Probably went somewhere to distance himself from the noise." 

Jimmy's jaw tightened. "So what? He's just gone?" 

"He's playing it smart," Solo muttered, tapping a key on the laptop. "Private charter to Van Nuys. He hasn't checked into a hotel; he's likely staying at a private residence in the hills. We could go after him, but we'd be flying blind into a city where he probably has more friends than we do. Flight info we received says he should be back in a couple days" 

"Two days is too long, Uce," Jimmy muttered, thinking of Jey. 

"It's what we have," Roman said firmly. "We aren't going to chase him across the country and make a scene. We wait. We let him get comfortable. He lands and heads straight to that condo. That's when we hit him." 

Roman left no room for argument. Jimmy just nodded his head, frustrated. He could feel Roman's eyes on him—heavy, judgmental, testing his loyalty to the 'plan' over his loyalty to his twin." 

The silence of the basement was broken by the sharp click of the lock. Evren smoothed her hair back as Dominic entered. He wasn't carrying food this time; instead, he had a fresh stack of towels and a set of clean sweats. 

"C'mon," he said, his voice hushed and rushed. "Architect is out of the house and Finn is passed out in the lounge. You got ten minutes." 

"Thank you, Dominic. Really," Evren said softly. She wasn't trying to play him, she was just genuinely grateful for the small mercy. 

As they crested the stairs, each step was jarring. The basement's damp, metallic scent was replaced by the cloying aroma of expensive candles and floor wax. It was a museum of a home—all sharp angles and glass. Evren was curious at each door they passed. She counted fifteen steps from the top of the stairs to the guest room door, etching the layout into her brain like a map for a life she wasn't sure she'd get back. 

He walked her into a guest suite and pointed to the bathroom. "Be fast. I'll be right outside." 

While the water warmed up, Evren hurried to the bedroom window and pushed back the heavy curtain. Her heart sank. The property was completely isolated, surrounded by a wall of dense trees. There wasn't a neighbor in sight, no streetlights, and the main road was nowhere to be seen. 

"Evren, muévete!" Dominic hissed from the doorway, checking his watch. 

"Coming," she called back, realizing that even if she jumped out the window, she'd be running into a labyrinth of woods with no idea where she was. She stepped into the shower, the hot water a temporary relief from the cold reality that she was truly on her own. 

Later that night, the bedroom was dimly lit. Jimmy dressed in a pair of sweats. He climbed into bed, the weight of the day wait pressing down on him. Zahria was already there, sitting up against the headboard. As soon as he settled, he rested his head on her lap. Her hands brushing against his hair line gently, soothing him. 

"You ok?" she whispered, her voice filled with a bit of concern. 

"Yeah, ma," Jimmy mumbled. "Rhodes skipped town. We gotta wait." 

Zahria let out a long breath, her fingers tracing the ink on his arm. For a moment, the room was quiet, the intimacy acting as a shield against the chaos. But the shield shattered when Jimmy's phone buzzed aggressively on the nightstand. 

It was a collect call, the jail's number displayed on the caller I.d. 

Jimmy sighed and answered. "Yo, twin." 

"What y'all got?" Jey's voice came through, sounding raw and frantic. 

Jimmy sat up, moving away from Zahria's touch. "We got a plan, uce. But he's out of town. We gotta wait a couple days for his ass to get back in town before we can make a move." 

"A couple days?" Jey's voice rose, vibrating with a dangerous edge. "Jimmy, she's been gone a fuckin' week! You think she has a couple days? You think his ass just sitting there playing cards with her?" 

"We gotta do it Roman's way, Uce. We gotta be smart—" 

"Man I don't give a damn bout Roman's way!" Jey snapped. "Y'all ass movin' too slow. My girl out there, and y'all just waitin' for a muthafuckas flight?" 

"Jey, stay cool. Your appeal—" 

"Fuck that appeal," Jey said, his voice suddenly dropping into a terrifying, icy calm. "If y'all won't move on 'em, I guess I gotta do shit myself." 

"What? Jey, whatchu talkin' bout? Don't do nothin' stupid—" 

The line went dead. Jimmy stared at the phone, a cold pit forming in his stomach. Zahria looked at him, her eyes wide. "What he say?" 

"I don't know," Jimmy whispered. "But he losin' his shit."

Couple Days Later - 6:00 AM 

The heavy rhythmic thud of boots echoed down the concrete corridor of the prison block as the morning shift guards began the count. 

"Fatu! Bunk check!" the lead guard barked, slapping his nightstick against the bars of Jey's cell. 

No movement came from the top bunk. The guard narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the bars. Under the thin wool blanket, there was a shape, but it was too still. 

"Fatu! Get up!" 

Still nothing. The guard signaled his partner to open the gate. The electronic screech of the door opening filled the block. The guard walked in and ripped the blanket back, only to find a pile of rolled-up towels and an extra pillow arranged to look like a body. 

The guard spun around, looking at the bottom bunk where Sami was sitting up, rubbing his eyes and looking remarkably calm. 

"Where is he?!" the guard demanded, his hand hovering over his radio. "Where the hell is Fatu, Zayn?" 

Sami looked at the empty top bunk, then back at the guard, a small, knowing shrug playing on his lips. "I don't know what to tell you, boss. He was here at lights out." 

The guard keyed his mic, his voice frantic. "Code Blue! We have an unsecured perimeter! I repeat, we have a missing inmate in Block C!" 

The sirens began to wail throughout the facility, but Jey's bed was cold. He was gone. 

Where the hell is Jey? 😳 What y'all think gonna happen next?

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