Characters: Anthony Joshua x Jenelle Romero (female OC)
Warnings: Smut
Part 1
September 2021
London, England
“Whatever happened to that guy from Brazil? The rugby player?” Jenelle laughed as she sat on Brianna’s couch. “You mean the one who had a pregnant girlfriend back in Auckland? He’s got a bunch of kids all over through there…or so I heard. He found me in the village and wanted to apologize. He was lowkey trying to add me to the roster. Talmbout there’s enough of him to go around and he wants me to have his baby. Not today Satan! Where do mean get the goddamn audacity?” Brianna laughed. “The sheer audacity…you fucked him didn’t you?!” Jenelle yelled with a laugh. “And did! Then I took the shuttle to the airport and brought my ass home. Blocked him on everything…even Linkedin!” Brianna laughed. “Whatever happened to the boxer? The British one with the broad shoulders. He was proper peng.” Brianna spoke. “He was what? Girl…speak English!” Jenelle laughed, throwing a pillow at Brianna. “He was fine! I been over here too long. Let me get my ass back to New York with the quickness. I say it’s brick out and they look at me like I've grown a second head!” Brianna sighed.
“Anthony Joshua…I haven’t heard that name in a long time. I had kinda forgot about him.” Jenelle laughed. “Bullshit. You was bouncing on that thang daily! Then you went back to Ray’s wack ass.” Brianna teased. “Girl…that man was a baby. He was too young for me.” Jenelle laughed. “Men your age are no fun unless they’re rich!” Brianna teased. “You’re not wrong. Ray wasn’t fun and he sure as hell wasn’t rich!” Jenelle sighed. “Let’s see what Anthony Joshua is up to these days…fine ass.” Brianna grumbled as she Googled him. “Bitch! He’s got a fight tonight!” Brianna gasped. “He went pro? Good for him.” Jenelle shrugged, going back to channel surfing. “Damn! It’s sold out. There’s a watch party down near the arena though. We should go!” Brianna suggested. “Girl, be for real! That man has probably forgotten about me.” Jenelle sighed. “I doubt it. Well, go get dressed cuz I just snagged us tickets to the watch party.” Brianna smiled, jumping up to go get dressed.
Jenelle opted for a sweater and dark jeans with classic butter Timbs. The brown sweater showed off the tattoos above her breasts and accentuated her lighter skin. Brianna wore a charcoal gray thermal, light jeans and classic black Timbs. The fit of her top showed off her build. “Oh, I thought you was about to come out in a fuckin’ dress.” Jenelle teased. “Hell naw! As I said…it’s mad brick outside! We cute though!” Brianna laughed as they snapped a pic while they waited for the Uber.
“Our next fight has to be in the States. Having a match at O2 is iconic but the purses in Vegas or Mexico City are so major. You could probably even throw Miami into the mix. Those are iconic boxing cities over there.” Eddie Hearn mumbled as he read some articles about the upcoming bout on the iPad. His top client had been on a major tear since turning pro but had yet to venture into the North American market. “Caesar’s Palace would be major, mate.” AJ smiled. “Win this fight and I'll make it happen.” Eddie nodded. “Imagine the girls in Miami & Vegas.” One of his training crew said. “Oy, bruv. Wasn't there a thing with you and an American girl down in Rio? You said she was proper peng.” Will, AJ's cardio partner teased. AJ hadn't thought about Jenelle Romero in years, but hearing mention of her brought everything flooding back. “That weren't no girl, man. That was a woman!” AJ laughed. He wondered what she was up to and if she'd been well. That was when AJ remembered that he still followed Brianna on IG. He had recently seen her Beijing photo dump. The first picture he saw on her feed was posted 15 minutes ago. Brianna and Jenelle were in London. The photo was captioned “Fight night watch party.” followed by a reel of them in an Uber riding through downtown London. She had also posted a pic of the ‘Sold Out’ banner outside of O2 with a sad face. He had typed up a DM to Brianna saying that he’d leave them two passes at Will Call, but forgot to actually hit send before he put his phone up to get his hands taped.
“You should see if you still have his number.” Brianna teased as Jenelle’s eyes hadn’t left the TV since they started showing AJ arriving at the arena earlier that day. “That’s the thing. I never had his number. We messaged on Snapchat. And I don’t have the email I used anymore.” Jenelle shrugged. “Want me to slide into his DMs and give him your number?” Brianna teased. “Girl, no. That man has had pussy thrown at him for years. He’s not lonely.” Jenelle grumbled. Her relationship with Ray ended badly and dating & sex were the furthest things from Jenelle’s mind. He was supposed to be her forever but he was living a whole other life with another woman. This trip was for Jenelle to forget about him. “You talked about how fire the dick was for weeks, I bet he talked about you the same. You had his nose so wide open, I’m surprised his brain didn’t fall out!” Brianna laughed. Brianna hated the hit that Jenelle’s confidence had taken after the fallout with Ray. Jenelle was gorgeous and she no longer believed it.
Growing up in Spanish Harlem, Jenelle loved boxing and knew many boxers growing up. Her father used to take her to boxing matches all the time and he even taught her how to defend and throw punches in case she ever needed to lay someone out. “I need to find a gym. I miss when I used to be around this with my dad.” Jenelle smiled as she sipped her rum & cola. “Yes! I think I’m gonna try pilates. Time for me to lean out. Men get hella intimidated when your biceps are bigger than theirs. Not my fault, get ya weight up, lil baby. However…I don’t need to be this bulky anymore. I’ve got my medals, now I can chill.” Brianna laughed.
The bar broke out into raucous cheers as AJ won by unanimous decision, the ref raising his chiseled arm high into the sky. Jenelle grumbled “Fuck it.” and pulled up her IG that she hadn’t been on in months. She typed him in and clicked the follow button. She went to a fresh DM message and started typing.
“Anthony,
I know it’s been a while and you’ve probably forgotten about me but I wanted you to know how proud I am of you. It’s amazing to see how your skill and confidence has grown since Brazil. I type this as I watch you from a bar in downtown London. Keep going, keep pushing. Go after Tyson Fury.
Jenelle”
She pressed send and shoved her phone down into her jacket pocket. She had to get it off her chest. “It’s a nice night, can we walk for a bit? Or is it not safe like back home?” Jenelle asked as they stepped out into the night air. “Girl...the roughest parts of London ain’t like Harlem and it ain’t Southside Chicago.” Brianna laughed. “We’re in a good spot. Besides…we look very American. They know how crazy we are. I’ve been teased that Americans crashout like we have universal healthcare.” Brianna laughed as they walked away from the bar and towards a less crowded part of town.
“Let’s go party, champ!” Anthony’s team laughed as they climbed into the Sprinter. “You lot go ahead, I’m ready to head home and relax.” AJ yawned. He pulled his phone out and opened up IG. That’s when he saw that he never hit send on the actual DM to Brianna. He deleted it and watched her stories instead. Her and Jenelle were walking around down near the arena. He knew exactly where they were. “Hang a right at the next corner.” AJ announced. “There's my boy! Let's go see where the girls are. The champ needs a lady or two after that match.” One of the team laughed. AJ’s face lit up as he spotted his old friends from Brazil standing on the sidewalk taking pics. “Stop right here.” AJ announced, the van skidded to a halt.
“Oh shit! They trynna grab us! Run sis!” Jenelle spoke. Her and Brianna took off running down the street. It wouldn’t be the first time they had almost been grabbed and thrown into a van abroad. “Yo Brianna! Jenelle!” AJ yelled before he burst into laughter. “Be for fuckin’ real.” Brianna grumbled, stopping as she recognized the voice. Jenelle kept running for a few more feet. “Bitch come back!” Brianna laughed. “You know them?” Jenelle asked before she turned around and saw AJ standing in a white Under Armor sweatsuit under the streetlight. The throbbing between her thighs was immediate and she hated that. AJ walked up and hugged Brianna first. “I thought you were a power lifter, not a track star! Girl…you were gone!” he teased. “I have the ancestral pull to run first and ask questions later. Chicago don’t play like that! Fukumean?” she laughed. “And neither does Harlem.” Jenelle smiled. “Hey baby girl.” he smiled, kissing Jenelle’s lips as he hugged her. “He ain’t forgot shit.” Brianna mumbled. Jenelle’s middle finger appeared in Brianna’s periphery.
“Come on, let’s go before we draw a bigger crowd.” AJ laughed as he led them to the Sprinter. “Mates, these are my two American friends: Brianna and Jenelle. We met down in Brazil.” AJ smiled. “Jenelle that had you stuck for like a year? That Jenelle?” someone grumbled loudly. “Watching two American girls leg it out down the street was the highlight of my day and I just won a fight.” AJ laughed as they all got cozy in the Sprinter. “Listen…we were only going to be able to run so far before we had to stand and fight.” Jenelle laughed. “Street smart, I like it.” AJ smiled. Brianna rolled her eyes. “Join us for dinner? The Champ is starving.” AJ spoke as he nodded for the driver to proceed to the restaurant.
“Where you been?” AJ asked, his arm slipping around Jenelle’s waist. “I've been enjoying retirement. I see you've been out here chasing greatness.” She smiled. “I never forgot about Brazil.” He grumbled. Best week of his adult life and he wished that they had crossed paths sooner. “Neither did I.” Jenelle smiled. It made Brianna happy to see her homegirl smiling after all the tears she’d shed over the breakup. Dinner conversation bounced back and forth between AJ’s boxing come up and Brianna’s last Olympics. “Why didn’t they change it to Beijing 2021?” AJ’s assistant, Tate asked. “They’d spent millions of dollars on 2020 marketing. China is trying, keyword being trying to reduce their carbon footprint so instead of trashing all this shit they had made, it’s Olympics 2020. And it’ll be Paris 2024.” Brianna shrugged. “You sure you’re not competing in 24?” AJ asked. “Fuck no! I’m off that. I'm chilling.” Brianna spoke, noticing the flirty energy between Jenelle and AJ.
“Champ, what's the move after this? The club?” Will asked. “Yeah, sure.” AJ smiled. “Nah, we going to the club. The Champ needs to get his rest.” Brianna winked at AJ. “As long as you shaking ass, we good, love.” Tate smiled. “We’ll see where the night leads.” Brianna teased as they all left the restaurant. Jenelle pulled Brianna to the side as they waited for the Sprinter to be brought around. “Girl…I can’t do this!” Jenelle panicked. “Yeah, you can. Hell…I WOULD!” Brianna teased. “What if it’s not like he remembers?” Jenelle sighed. “No, it’s better than he remembers! Turn his bedroom into a waterfall. You deserve it!” Brianna teased. “And what about you?” Jenelle asked. “I’m gone be good. We gone party and then I’m going home…alone!” Brianna laughed, Jenelle didn’t believe her. “Still saving yourself for Lewis Hamilton?” Jenelle teased. “Uhh…no comment.” Brianna laughed. “I know Lewis, that’s my mate. I can make the introduction.” AJ added as he wrapped his arm around Jenelle’s shoulders. “I know you know Lewis. You don’t have to do that. I’d make it my life’s mission to destroy him…and rebuild him. In the best way possible.” Brianna laughed. “Damn, he might like that. Well, let me know if you change your mind. Have fun with the boys, they’ll take good care of you.” AJ spoke as he nodded towards them waiting for her by the van. “Don’t give these men hell, Bri.” Jenelle laughed as she hugged her friend. “But it’s what I do best! Love you sis. AJ…got my eye on you.” Brianna smiled as she got in and drove off. A black Maybach sedan pulled up and the driver got out and came to open the door.
“Now, I have you all to myself. And I don’t have to hang a sock on the doorknob.” AJ teased. “Those were fun times.” Jenelle laughed. “And my bed is so much bigger than a twin size bed.” he added, pulling her lips to his for a quick kiss. From the moment their lips touched, it was like a bomb went off between them. Jenelle pulled away before catching her breath. “I’ve missed you, Nelle. It’s been 5 long years. I’ve searched for you in every woman I entertained.” he sighed, his hand tangling in her hair. “I’m one of a kind baby, there’s no one else like me.” Jenelle laughed as the city gave way to a quaint neighborhood with massive houses. “Boxing has been good to me.” AJ laughed as they pulled through his front gate. “I see. This is lovely.” Jenelle smiled as the car came to a stop. The driver came around to open the door, he grabbed Jenelle’s hand and helped her out. “Myron, stop putting the moves on my lady.” AJ teased as he grabbed Jenelle’s hand. “Goodnight, sir…ma’am.” Myron smiled as he got back into the car and drove off.
The foyer lit up as soon as he opened the door. The space was decorated with dark woods and rich leathers and bold colors, very manly and classic. The space smelled of sandalwood & patchouli. “I’ll give you the tour in the morning.” he grumbled, locking the door behind him and dropping his keys on the table. “Why can’t I have the tour now?” Jenelle laughed. She hated that she was a little nervous. “As you wish.” He smiled, leading her to the first room to the right. “Fancy a drink?” he asked, pointing to the bar cart in the corner. “I think I’m good on drinks.” Jenelle smiled as she took her jacket off. AJ took it and hung it up in the closet above her boots. Jenelle looked at all the pictures hanging on the walls, he had been busy. He walked back over to her. “You’re the only one missing.” he smiled, pointing to an empty spot above the fireplace. “I stayed away, hoping that you’d forget me.” she sighed as his brown eyes stared into her hazel ones. “How could my body ever forget you?” he growled as he moved her hands down to the bulge straining in his sweatpants.
“Ohhh…shit.”
AJ pulled away to busy himself starting the fireplace. Jenelle lowered herself to the couch, her eyes lost in the way his muscles twitched beneath his warm brown skin. The way he stalked over to her was like a predator circling his intended prey. He knelt between her thighs, his fingertips grazing across the fabric. He unbuttoned her jeans, his intense eyes never leaving hers. “There were so many nights I’d lay in bed wondering if you missed me like I missed you. You changed me in Brazil, you made me yours and didn’t even know it.” AJ growled as his lips connected with hers. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Jenelle moaned softly, his hands grabbing the waist of her jeans and pulling her jeans down to her hips. “Cuz you were with whatever his name was.” AJ laughed as her hands caressed his chin. “That didn’t stop you from fucking me!” she teased. “Yeah, well…you needed to be fucked then and you need to be fucked now so…” he growled, his hands yanking her jeans down her curvy legs. He could smell her arousal moving across the room, the damp spot in her panties getting bigger. “I do. So bad, papi.” she moaned. “Don’t worry, I got you.” he smiled, his massive hands ripping her panties from her body. She gasped in shock, he laughed. He sank down between her thighs, hoping that she tasted just like he remembered.
His tongue flicked across her swollen bud, a sharp exhale escaping her lungs. He lifted her thighs onto his shoulders as he licked long stripes from her opening to her clit and back. Her moans fused with the crackle of the fireplace. AJ paused long enough to take off his tank before diving back in, his lips wrapping around her clit and sucking hungrily. Jenelle’s hand grabbed at his hair, wishing it was longer. “Just relax, love. We’ve got all night.” he growled, his fingers curling into her warmth while he plotted his next move. “Oh god, I’m about to cum!” Jenelle groaned. His fingers were quickly replaced with his tongue. He pulled her clit between his lips again, sucking until her body shook. “Ooooh shit AJ!” Jenelle screamed loudly. The feel of his lips and tongue took her through her aftershocks and right into another orgasm. Her body revolted against his movements, her hands pushing him off of her. He fell back on his heels as she started to squirt. Her puddle landing on the crotch of his pants only turned him feral. Jenelle struggled to catch her breath, but she wanted more. Her body needed to relearn him.
He pulled her down to the rug with him. He stood up to remove his sweatpants and boxers before laying down next to her. He was bigger than she remembered. She sat up to remove her sweater, cami and bra. “Still perfect.” He growled as he pulled her into a fiery kiss. Time stood still as their tongues got reacquainted. AJ leaned until Jenelle was fully on her back before he climbed between her thighs. As he made sure she was comfortable, his hardened flesh pulsed up towards his navel, “It's never been like this.” Jenelle licked her lips at the sight of him. She wrapped her hand around his veiny shaft and guided him into her body.
A satisfied sigh rolled from AJ's lips as she pulled him closer. They both took a beat to adjust before Jenelle wrapped her thighs around his waist. “Damn, baby girl. So tight for me.” He whimpered as his hips started to rock against hers. Jenelle’s nails dug into his shoulders as they moved. “Just as pretty as I remember.” AJ teased as he felt her walls clenching around him. His hips stilled, his tongue flicking across one of her nipples until she moaned his name. “I'm here, love. I'm right here.” He smiled as he repeated the process on her other nipple. He grabbed Jenelle’s left leg and pulled it from around his waist, spreading her wider for him. With a soft grunt, his strokes grew rougher.
AJ practiced celibacy when he trained for a fight, orgasms slowed his recovery. Post bout, he'd usually bed some random girl that he never wanted to see again afterwards but seeing Jenelle took him back to a special place and time. A time where he moved around life smoothly with no pressure. It was a feeling that AJ had been chasing for years. The sound of their thighs clapping together echoed across the room. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He groaned as his orgasm tingled in his core. “Ohmigod! Mmmm AJ.” Jenelle moaned as another orgasm burst from her core. Her walls spasming around his overly sensitive flesh sent AJ spiraling into his own orgasmic bliss. His gaze held hers as they traveled through the aftershocks together. AJ rolled them onto their side as they came down. “I can pay to have your rug cleaned…I kinda made a mess on it.” Jenelle blushed. “Don’t worry about it. That was incredible. How are you feeling?” he smiled, brushing her damp hair back from her face. “I feel like a new woman.” Jenelle laughed.
“Oh my god. I’m such a bad friend. I just ditched Bri for dick.” Jenelle groaned. “She’s good with the crew. They’re good dudes. Might have to worry about Tate, though.” AJ laughed. “Nah, Brianna is the one you need to worry about!” Jenelle laughed. AJ stood up and pulled Jenelle up into his arms, her legs still shaky. “What do you want for breakfast in the morning?” AJ smiled as he led her up to his bedroom. “Not beans on toast! Not eggy in a basket! Not a meat pie!” Jenelle grumbled. “Well, we ain’t got chopped cheese here!” he teased. “Chopped cheese is not breakfast food unless you been out all night. Breakfast is bacon, egg & cheese. Which you can totally make…on a croissant.” Jenelle laughed. “Well, I’m having you for breakfast but I’ll make you whatever you want. I can cook.” he laughed as he got her cozy in the bed. “I gotta go turn the fireplace off. Be right back.” He smiled, kissing her forehead. AJ grabbed their phones, turned off the fireplace and headed back to bed. He could see Jenelle curled up sleeping. He looked at his phone, there was a DM on IG…from Jenelle.
