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It was a humid Saturday morning, and the smell of chalk and effort clung to the walls of the downtown CrossFit gym. Seth Rollins sweaty, bearded, and looking unfairly good in his black Superman tee and striped pastel shorts was already deep into his workout. He was grunting through sets of rope climbs while casually tossing playful glances at Y/N, who sat perched on a plyo box with her iced coffee like a proud but puzzled spectator.

Y/N was no stranger to the gym. She could spend an hour on the treadmill, breeze through a Zumba class, and still look like she walked off a skincare ad. But Seth’s kind of gym? It was another world entirely sledgehammers, battle ropes, weighted vests. She called it “the land where cardio goes to die.”

Seth, catching his breath and wiping his brow, strolled over with that grin. The one that meant mischief. The one that melted resolve.

“Babe,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead, “you ever thought about trying a real workout?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying my cardio isn’t real?”

Seth laughed. “No, no just saying there’s a whole world beyond elliptical machines. Come on, do a few sets with me. Just try it.”

“Absolutely not.”

But somehow maybe it was the grin, maybe it was his sheer enthusiasm she found herself lacing up her sneakers and walking toward the rig.

Seth was gentle at first. A couple of bodyweight squats, some modified push-ups. Y/N powered through them with only minimal grumbling. She was even starting to enjoy it… until the burpees started.

“Who invented these? Why do you people do this to yourselves?” she wheezed, halfway through her fifth one.

“You’re doing great!” Seth cheered from behind a loaded barbell. “You’ve got this, baby!”

Y/N shot him a look that could have set off the fire alarm. “If I die here, tell my mom it was your fault.”

The rope climbs were the final straw. Y/N stood at the base of the thick, coiled monster like it had personally offended her. She jumped. Slid. Tried again. Nope. Gravity won every time.

Seth, still hyped and supportive, jogged over. “Alright, alright. Maybe we save that one for next time.”

“There won’t be a next time,” she muttered, flopping dramatically onto a mat like she was auditioning for a soap opera. “I am not built for CrossFit. I’m built for playlists and incline walks.”

Seth dropped beside her, laughing. “Fair. But hey you tried. That’s what counts. And you looked amazing doing it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You owe me brunch.”

“Deal. Pancakes. And maybe a little yoga afterward?”

She raised a brow. “You just can’t stop, can you?”

Seth leaned in, kissing her cheek. “Not when I’ve got the cutest gym partner in the world.”

Y/N was certain she’d never walked slower in her life. Her legs were jelly, her arms felt like they’d been borrowed from someone much weaker, and her sports bra had made a vow to never forgive her. She leaned heavily on Seth’s arm as they exited the gym and headed toward their favorite brunch spot a couple blocks away Sunny Side Up, a cozy little cafe with mismatched mugs and miracle-level mimosas.

Seth, of course, was bouncing with post-workout energy. He looked like he could climb another rope, do twenty more deadlifts, and still run home. His pastel shorts swung smugly with each step.

“Can’t believe I survived,” Y/N groaned as they walked in and slid into their usual booth. “That was barbaric.”

“You crushed it,” Seth said, practically glowing. “Even your dramatic collapse was elite-level.”

“Please,” she deadpanned. “I collapsed in style.”

A waitress came over, smiling knowingly at them. “The usual?”

“Yes,” Seth nodded. “And extra whipped cream. She earned it.”

Y/N slumped into the booth like it was a cloud. “Make that two mimosas. One for me and one for the ghost of my quads.”

Moments later, the table was full of food: a tower of protein pancakes for Seth, with peanut butter and banana slices artfully stacked; for Y/N, a breakfast burrito the size of her forearm and a pile of golden hash browns glistening in the sun.

Seth dug in with the enthusiasm of a man who just squatted a small car. Y/N picked up her mimosa first, sipping it with the air of a woman who had been through things.

“I hope you know,” she said between bites of hash brown, “this doesn’t mean I’m joining your crazy workouts now.”

“Of course not,” Seth said with a smirk. “I just wanted to see you in gym shorts and a headband. Mission accomplished.”

She kicked him lightly under the table.

“But,” he added, reaching across to steal a hash brown, “I gotta admit it was nice having you there. Even if you gave the rope climb a death glare.”

Y/N grinned, setting down her fork. “You’re lucky I like you, CrossFit King.”

Seth leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, eyes full of that soft sparkle he saved just for her. “Luck’s got nothing to do with it, baby. I just picked the best brunch partner in the world.”

They toasted with their mimosas his a polite sip, hers a triumphant gulp and for a moment, the soreness, sweat, and rope trauma faded into a quiet, syrupy happiness.

By the time they got home, the food coma had fully settled in.

Y/N padded into the apartment and immediately peeled off her sneakers with a groan so dramatic it could’ve won an Oscar. She left them by the door like abandoned soldiers from a fitness war. Seth followed behind her, still humming a tune he’d picked up at the gym, acting as if he hadn’t just burned a thousand calories before brunch.

“I’m never moving again,” Y/N announced, collapsing face-first onto the couch. “This is my final resting place. You can bury me with an ice pack and a bottle of ibuprofen.”

Seth chuckled, tossing a blanket over her and plopping down beside her. “Told you I’d go easy on you.”

She peeked at him from beneath the throw. “Easy? That was CrossFit Lite? What’s the full version, a Spartan race through lava?”

He leaned over and kissed her temple. “You’re tougher than you think.”

“I’m also smarter than I look,” she muttered. “Which is why I’m never doing that again.”

“Fair,” Seth said, kicking his feet up and pulling her into his lap. “But you earned all the post-workout snuggles. That’s the real reward.”

Y/N sighed as she curled into him, her head resting against his chest. He smelled like his cologne, faint sweat, and the faintest trace of maple syrup. She would’ve stayed in that exact spot forever if her thighs didn’t remind her of every squat she foolishly agreed to do.

Seth ran a hand gently through her hair, slow and soothing. “You really did good today.”

“I did medium,” she murmured sleepily. “At best.”

“That’s more than enough for me.”

The TV played quietly in the background—a nature documentary neither of them was really watching. Outside, the afternoon sun peeked through the blinds, casting soft stripes across the living room.

Y/N shifted slightly to look up at him. “You know I love you, right?”

Seth smiled, eyes warm. “Even though I made you burpee?”

“Especially because you didn’t laugh when I fell doing one.”

“Oh, I absolutely laughed. I just did it on the inside.”

She smacked his chest lightly, but the grin never left her face. She closed her eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her further into comfort.

And just like that, surrounded by warmth, soreness, and syrupy satisfaction, the cardio queen and the CrossFit king fell into the softest kind of silence the kind that says, this is home.

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Josh felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. She was close. His jaw ticked. He didn’t need to turn around to confirm it, the faint scent of her vanilla and something floral that always lingered too long, like a memory refusing to fade. He wasn’t even paying attention to what Jakara was saying anymore. His full focus was on the presence of Essence. 

Don’t turn around. He told himself over and over again. Don’t fucking do it. 

But it was like his body didn’t trust his brain. His shoulders were tight, fingers flexing at his sides like they remembered how she used to hold onto him when no one else was looking. Like they remembered everything he was trying so hard to forget.

His breath hitched in his throat as they made eye contact. Even though she had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it, she was still the one his broken heart desired. She was the one he wanted to wake up next to every morning, The one he wanted to share every win, every loss, every damn breath with. But that wasn’t what she wanted. 

He clenched his jaw as he gave her a tight nod and turned his attention back to Jakara. His heart was hammering in his chest. The broken look on her face would be permanently scarred into his brain. 

She didn’t want you. 

He had to keep reminding himself. This was what she wanted. 

“You doing anything after the show?” Jakara asked him and he heard Essence suck in a deep breath, The sound of her heels echoing in the hallway as she all but ran away from them. 

Josh didn’t even realize he was walking away until he was already doing it.

Jakara called his name behind him, confusion in her voice. He didn’t stop, he had already made up his mind. He rounded the corner just in time to see the dressing room door close behind her.

His stomach was in knots as he knocked on the door. “Essence.” He called out softly. He closed his eyes, resting his hand flat against the wood. “I know you hear me.”

Inside, Essence stood just a few feet away, frozen. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, her back to the door, as if distance could shield her from the weight of his voice. But it didn’t. “I’m not here to fight,” Josh said, his words more like a confession than a plea. “I just… please open the door.” 

Essence stayed still, her mind running wild. She wanted to ignore him. She wanted to scream at him to go away, to go back to Jakara, but she couldn’t; instead, she found herself turning towards the door and unlocking it. She cracked the door open just enough so that their eyes met. 

His heart stuttered in his chest as he got a good look at her for the first time in three weeks. He wasn’t over her. He had told himself he was. Josh didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, eyes locked with hers through the narrow space of the open door.

Her eyes were swollen and puffy from crying.  For a second, neither of them spoke. The air between them was dense with everything left unsaid. They stared at each other before Essence quietly opened the door wider. Josh cleared his throat and walked into the empty dressing room. Josh stood inside the dressing room, the door clicking shut behind him. Essence didn’t move, didn’t speak. She just watched him. 

“I shouldn’t have come,” he muttered, almost to himself, but didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not when she was looking at him like that.

Essence nodded, leaning her back against the closed door. “Then why did you?”

Josh let out a slow, shaky breath. His eyes didn’t leave hers.

“Because no matter how many times I try to hate you,” he said, his voice low, “I can’t.”

Essence’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat was tight, her chest rising and falling like she’d just run a mile. She didn’t know how to respond to that. Instead, she took the easy route. 

“I saw you…” She started, her eyes trained on the floor. “With Jakara. You looked… happy.” She shrugged, and Josh scoffed. 

“I mean, this whatchu’ wanted right?” He asked, his voice full of emotions that he was trying to keep at bay. 

Essence flinched at the bite in his tone, but she didn’t argue. Because she couldn’t, he was doing exactly what she thought she wanted. 

“I thought…” she started, then shook her head, blinking fast. “I thought it would be easier for you. If I stepped away before I became just another thing you had to carry.”

Josh stared at her like she’d just slapped him. “Easier?” he repeated, his voice low, incredulous. “Do I look like I’ve had it easy these past three weeks? I’ve been miserable, E.” 

“I didn’t know what else to do, Joshua!” She finally snapped. “I was scared. Everything between us was starting to feel real, and it scared me.” 

“You think I wasn’t scared, too?” he asked, eyes searching hers. “You think I knew what to do with how I felt about you? Hell, I still don’t. But the difference is, I stayed. I wanted to stay. I wanted to work out this love thing with you. 

“Josh…” Essence trailed off, tears now falling down her cheeks. “Each one of my relationships ended with me getting my heart broken.” Her voice cracked, and she took a shaky breath, arms wrapping tighter around herself like she was trying to hold the pieces in. “I just… I thought if I ended it first, maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much this time. Maybe I could control it—stop it before it got bad. But I was wrong. It still hurt. God, it still hurts.”

“You don’t get it, man,” Josh said softly, shaking his head. “You don’t get how much I fucking cared about you, How you were the only person on my mind.” Josh took a step closer, his voice trembling now, no longer sharp with anger but heavy with hurt. “You were it for me, Essence. Like… the one. Not some fling. Not some secret. I was ready to give you all of me, flaws and all, because I thought—” he swallowed hard, “I thought you wanted me, too.” Josh closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I was never going to leave you, Essence. I loved you.” 

Essence’s breath caught. She looked up at him sharply, eyes wide with disbelief. “Loved?”

Josh held her gaze, his own eyes swimming with unshed emotion. “I don’t know what I feel anymore,” he said honestly. “Part of me still loves you. Part of me hates what you did. And part of me’s just tired of hurting every time I think about you.”

“I’m sorry.” Essence whispered. “I was just trying to protect myself, but I ended up destroying the one thing that felt real.” 

Josh didn’t move. He tilted his head to the side as he gazed at her. “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” Essence whispered. “But I needed you to know the truth. That it wasn’t about you not being enough. It was me not knowing how to handle someone who actually loved me like I mattered.”

Josh looked down, then back up, like he was trying to hold himself together with threads that were already fraying. “So what now, E? What are we doing here?” His voice was tired. “Because I can’t go through this again unless it’s real. Unless you’re in it for real this time.”

Essence stared at him, the gravity in his voice anchoring her in place. For a moment, she didn’t breathe. She wanted to run. Her first instinct was always to run. But she stayed in the same spot, eyes locked onto his. “I want you. I want everything.”

Josh’s expression didn’t change right away. He just stared at her, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, like he was afraid she’d take the words back if he blinked too hard.

“You want me now,” he said quietly, the weight of doubt heavy in his voice. “But what about when it gets hard again? What happens when you start to feel too much? When it gets real again?”

Essence took a step forward. Just one. Her voice was still soft, but her eyes were steady now.

“Then I stay,” she said. “Even if I’m scared. Even if I don’t know how to do it perfectly. I stay. I show up. I try.”

A tear slid down Josh’s cheek, and he didn’t bother wiping it away. His throat bobbed as he swallowed the lump threatening to choke him.

“You broke me, E,” he whispered, pain etched in every syllable. “You tossed me to the side like I meant nothing.” 

“I’m sorry, Josh. I’m so fucking sorry.” She whispered, moving closer to him. Essence's voice was barely audible when she spoke again. “I didn’t know how to love you the way you deserved. But I know now.” She stepped even closer, the space between them shrinking until there was nothing but their shared breath. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right.”

Essence could feel the heat of Josh’s body against hers, the steady thrum of his heartbeat matching the frantic pace of her own. She wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing she knew, Josh was leaning down, his lips brushing against hers with a softness that took her by surprise.

It wasn’t a forceful kiss, nor was it rushed. It was slow, deliberate—like they were both savoring the moment, testing the waters, unsure if it was real.

Essence’s fingers found the back of Josh’s neck, pulling him closer, and he responded in kind, his hands settling on her waist, guiding her closer as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from her any longer. The kiss deepened, the tension from weeks of silence and hurt melting away, leaving only the rawness of their connection.

"I missed you," Essence whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with emotion. "Every single day."

“I missed you, too,” Josh muttered back as he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “Me and you.” He said, staring deep into her eyes. “Me and you, Essence. No more pushing me away, no more running.” 

“No more running,” She promised. Josh’s grip tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her even closer. The way he held her felt different—stronger, as though he was anchoring them both in the moment, ensuring neither of them could slip away again.

Essence met his gaze, her heart racing in her chest. She had always ran, always pulled away when things got too real. But now? Now, she wasn’t sure she had the strength to walk away again. Not when everything she wanted was standing right in front of her.

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READER|  Las Vegas.

I had no damn business in Vegas.

I wasn't even supposed to be here.

But when Jon hit my phone Thursday night with a "You coming or what?" text and a picture of Jey in his YEET shirt, arms wide open like he was waiting on me?

I booked that flight so fast my weed tray damn near flipped.

It had been too long anyway.

WrestleMania weekend always felt like a damn holiday with them, and this time? It was even more special.

Jey was headlining.

Main. Fuckin'. Event. And I wasn't gonna miss it for the world.

So, here I was—fresh off a Delta flight, straight to Club LIV after Night One—and the second Jey saw me walk in?

His face lit up like the Vegas strip.

I wore a red mesh dress, brown skin glowing from the body oil I slapped on like perfume, and baby... Jey's reaction alone made it worth it. He was already tipsy off tequila and adrenaline. Shirt snug. Chains swinging. Skin glistening from hours of celebration and sweat in that stadium.

"Daaaamn, look who it is," he said, that low raspy voice dragging through his grin as he hugged me tight. "You really came, huh?"

"Don't act surprised," I smirked. "You know I was gon' come show out for the champ."

I should've hugged him and then sat my ass down.

Instead, I let him hold me there—close. His big hands gripped my waist like they remembered me. Like he remembered. And when he looked at me?

Baby... that man ain't looked at me like no "family friend."

He licked his lips slow and leaned back to scan me. "You look like trouble."

I shrugged. "I am trouble."

He laughed loud, then held up a bottle of 1942. "You still don't drink, huh?"

"You know I'm more of a—"

"Nah. Fuck that," he cut me off, pointing to the bottle. "You with me tonight, mama. You drivin' this boat."

So I did.

Stupidly.

The first shot burned. Second one had me blinking slow. By the third? I forgot I wasn't a drinker.

The suite we were in turned hazy quick. All of us vibin', celebrating. Lyra, Trin, Charolette , Xavier, Kofi. 

People filtered in and out, but Jey never strayed far from me. His hand stayed low on my back, then dipped a little lower. The whole night, he was locked in.

And then came the dare.

 I was seated close to Josh, thighs touching, my acrylics wrapped around a strawberry hookah hose while he whispered in my ear between sips of 1942.

"You still a punk when it comes to pain?"

I squinted. "What?"

He leaned in, breath warm, tequila-laced. "I dare you... get a tattoo tonight."

I blinked. "Boy, if you don't—"

"Nah, f'real. Get somethin' small. A lil memory." He dragged his finger across my hip. "Right here. You know... for Daddy."

I choked. "What?! Boy get yo ass out m– "

He grinned. "C'mon. Just the word Jucey. With a little strawberry. Since you finally drove the boat like a big girl."

By 2:47 AM, I was leaned over the club balcony screaming "UCEYYYY JUCEYYYYY" with the rest of the crowd.

By 3:12 AM, I was in the back of a black SUV, pressed up against him while he whispered reckless things into my ear.

And By 3:51 AM? We were at a damn tattoo parlor.

The shop was open 24 hours. Neon signs flickered, buzzing over buzzing machines. The smell of antiseptic hit me first, then the cold slap of reality when I filled out that waiver form half-baked and drunk.

"You sure?" the artist asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Josh grinned behind me. "She grown. She got this."

I was on all fours on the padded table, jeans halfway down, ass cheek out while the stencil was placed. I shivered when the needle touched skin.

BZZZZZZZ...

"Mmm—shit!" I gripped the cushion under me. "He ain't say it would tickle and hurt—"

Josh was laughing again, this time sitting on a stool, recording.

"Aye, she takin' it better than I thought, not gonna lie," he said, zooming in on the strawberry being inked into my left cheek.

"You gon' post that?" I asked over my shoulder.

He winked. "Private archive. Just for me."

After...

I should've gone back to my hotel.

I should've sobered up and thought this through.

But instead, I followed him to his Fontainebleau suite like a damn moth to flame.

The second the door shut, it was like something snapped between us. The air grew thick. His chain clinked when he dropped the key on the counter, and for a second, all I could hear was my heartbeat thudding in my ears.

I turned to say something—maybe to joke, maybe to tease—and that's when I saw him watching me.

Really watching me.

His lids were low, lips parted slightly, chest rising slow and heavy beneath that black tee. The Vegas skyline poured in from behind him, but it was his silhouette that had me locked. Shadowed jawline. Tattoos peeking beneath his sleeve. That damn smirk playing on the corner of his mouth.

"You good?" he asked, voice low and scratchy like he hadn't fully come down from the high of that WrestleMania crowd.

I nodded slowly, suddenly very aware of how tight my dress still was and how naked I felt under it.

He took a step forward. Then another.

Until he was standing right in front of me, the heat from his body crawling up my skin like it had a purpose.

He didn't speak. Just turned slowly, licking those full lips as his eyes dragged down my body like he could see through the damn fabric.

"You still high?" he asked, voice low and lazy.

I nodded.

"Tipsy or still drunk?"

"Coming down... so... tipsy," You answered. 

He stepped closer until his chain tapped my chest. "But you know what you doin', right?"

I swallowed. "Yeah."

That's all he needed.

Jey moved like a man on a mission. One second I was standing, the next I was backed against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Vegas strip—his mouth crashing into mine, tongue greedy, hands already yanking up my dress. His beard scratched against my chin in the best way, and when he growled into my mouth, my knees damn near buckled.

"You don't even know what you do to me," he murmured, lips trailing from my neck to my shoulder. "You been sittin' pretty around me and my family for years... hidin' this thick ass body from me."

I gasped when his hand slid between my thighs, cupping me through my soaked panties. My head thudded against the window glass, and I couldn't help but moan when his fingers started circling slow.

"You was this wet all night?"

My hips twitched. "Jey—"

"Say it."

"...Yes."

He smirked. "Say my name again."

His voice dropped lower—gritty and commanding.

I shivered. "J-Joshua."

That did it.

He yanked my panties down and dropped to his knees right there in front of the window. And when he leaned in, warm breath ghosting over my folds before his tongue finally licked a fat, slow stripe up—

I almost slid down the glass.

"God—"

"Nah, baby," he groaned, voice muffled between my thighs. "Tonight? It's Ucey Jucey."

His tongue worked like he was starved—slow at first, then rough and messy, pulling moans from my chest I didn't know I had in me. My legs started shaking, fingers digging into the curtain behind me for balance.

When I came, it was like the Strip lit up just for me. Colors blurred behind my closed eyes, and I felt my body melt into his mouth as he held me steady, licking me through it like he had something to prove.

But he wasn't done.

He stood, grabbed me by the thighs, and hoisted me up so fast I let out a startled yelp. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and I felt him—hard, thick, pulsing through his joggers.

"You gon' let me in or you still wanna play?" he asked, rubbing against me.

"Please," I whispered.

He carried me to the bed, dropped me gently, then stripped. Piece by piece. That shirt? Gone. The chains? Gone. Every tattoo on his chest and arms flexed with every movement, and when he slid his briefs down—

My mouth watered.

He crawled over me, kissed my mouth, then my neck, then looked down between us as he lined up.

"You got Jucey tatted on that ass... now let me show you what it mean."

And when he pushed in?

My world split.

He pushed in slow—but it still stole the air from my lungs.

I clutched the sheets like they were my lifeline, back arching, toes curling as the stretch dragged fire through my whole damn body. I was too high for this... too drunk... but somehow, every second felt sober as hell when he filled me like that.

His chain tickled my collarbone as he hovered, bracing himself on one thick arm while his other hand gripped my thigh.

"Fuck," he hissed, looking down at where we connected. "You lettin' me hit raw, mama?"

I nodded—barely—dazed and breathless.

"Yeah?" he muttered, thrusting once, slow and deep. "Then you mine now. Say it."

"I'm yours..."

The line blurred right there.

Somewhere between our messy kisses and his hips starting to move with more power, more intent, we crossed it. There was no going back. Not after the way I clawed at his back. Not after the way he groaned when I whispered "Jucey" in his ear like a damn fool.

"Turn around," he said suddenly, pulling out with a hiss, flipping me onto all fours.

"Jey—"

"Nah," he said, eyes locked on the curve of my ass. "Wanna see that shit."

The first slap of his hips made the headboard crack the wall.

I moaned. Loud

Pain, pleasure, all of it tangled together under the dim suite lights. He gripped my waist and fucked into me like he was tryna etch himself into my spine.

Every time his hips snapped forward, the tattoo stung—a sharp reminder that this was real. That the strawberry and his damn nickname were permanent. That my dumb ass really let him hit raw with his name on me.

He leaned over, breath hot against my shoulder as his chain swung and his chest slicked against my back.

"You feel that?"

"Yesss—"

"You know what you let me do?"

I couldn't answer. I was sobbing now—half from the stretch, half from the heat building in my belly again. The room spun, but his grip never faltered. His hand splayed across my stomach, pulling me tighter against him like he couldn't stand an inch of space between us.

"You lettin' me hit my own name," he whispered, looking down at the ink. "Tattoo still red, and I'm already markin' it up."

He reached down, thumb rubbing circles on my clit, and my body gave out. My arms collapsed, my cheek hit the sheets, and I cried out something that didn't even sound human as I came again—harder this time. Everything clenched around him, soaked and twitching, and he groaned deep in his chest.

"Fuck, you gon' make me—"

He grabbed my braids, yanked me up so my back hit his chest, and whispered, "Where you want it, baby?"

"W-Wherever." 

That was it. 

He grunted like he'd been holding back for hours, slamming into me before quickly pulling out. His warm seed spilling onto my left ass cheek, slowly dripping down the side. 

We stayed there.

Sweaty. Breathless. Fucked up—literally and emotionally.

I should've felt guilt.

I should've felt shame.

But all I felt was him... wrapped around me like we were something more than just friends. Like maybe this was always supposed to happen.

And then he kissed the back of my neck and whispered: "Don't regret this tomorrow, ma."

But even in my fogged-up, faded brain, I knew...

I already might.

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[freakin-nightmare]

hes already drunk please😭😭😭😭

[uceyjucey]

250430 𖹭 Minutemaid Instagram

[mxmoth]

SETH ROLLINS at WRESTLEMANIA 41

[bebesobrielo]

Is it that cold in Sacramento or are you just excited? Why is it pointing at me like that, Jey? 🫣🫣

I need to pray. Good lord.

[nayys-world]

THIS ONES FOR THE GIRLS

@jeyusosqueen @charmed-dreamssss @whatdoeseverybodywant

[thesamoanqueen]

JEY PLS 😭

[careless-whispers]

He looked so hot tonight.