“shh,” he shushes you by placing his fingers in your mouth while using the other hand to push inside of you.
he’d done a little convincing to get you on board w this. you were always begging him to practice safe sex, and after a while it started to bore him. he needed to feel you — not w some stupid latex getting in the way. little by little, he’d sprinkle in small phrases to ease your nerves, almost like he was soft launching his raging breeding kink.
“you do love me, right?” he would coo, his eyes darting between your rising chest and the innocent glimmer in your eyes. “you’d do anything to make me happy, wouldn’t u love? y’know you’d make daddy the happiest man alive if he could just make you a mommy. you’d be so beautiful,” he’d continue, pressing his hand against your stomach.
but his personal favorite? “don’t even have to work hard for it, angel. just hold still and take it, it’ll be worth it. i promise…”
he cups your chin, coaxing you to speak, but all that comes out are broken little whines. each slow, deep stroke leaves your eyes rolling back, your sweet body struggling to keep up with the way he moves inside of you.
he wanted you right there with him, feeling every inch instead of getting lost in it. he watched the uncertainty in your pretty eyes slowly turn into arousal as his pelvic bone graze against your clit, his hips rolling forward with steady, deliberate pressure. “hmm… wait, it feels so good. it’s…” you pant, your words breaking apart every time he bottoms out. he looks into your eyes, his pace never faltering as he shoved his fingers in and out of your mouth, muffling your pleas.
his gaze never leaves yours. it’s almost unnerving how calm he looks, especially when he’s literally fucking you stupid.
his praises were so effortless it almost sounded genuine as he used his fingers that were in your mouth to stimulate your clit. “mhmmm, i know baby,” he breathed, almost like he was answering both of you. “you’re doing so good.”
your hand lifts on instinct, fingertips weakly wrapping around his arm, you don’t even have the strength to push.
“move your hand baby…..you're okay.”
you let it fall back beside your head with a quiet whimper, your fingers curling into the sheets instead.
“you’re such a good girl.” he watches your face for the smallest reaction. “you like when i call you that?”
“mhm,” you answered quietly, your chest rose unevenly.
“do you believe that you’re a good girl?”
you nodded.
“then tell me.” he drawled, each word punctuated by the slow roll of his hips, never letting your attention drift.
“oh my gosh…” your voice caught on a shaky breath before you moaned out, “i’m a good girl, roman…” your legs lifted almost instinctively, crossing behind his back.
truthfully, you’ve never really fantasized abt this, abt him doing this to your body, but there’s something about having him inside you. you don’t think it’ll be too bad if he decided to breed you.
“what’s in that pretty head, angel?” he asks condescendingly, studying your face. “thinking of carrying my baby?”
you part your lips to answer, but he grabs your jaw in a firm grip, lips pressed together before a thin string of saliva falls onto your tongue. the sight alone has him cursing under his breath.
“mommy,” roman chuckles though the word leaving him breathless. “such a nice ring to it, huh?”
a whiny sound slips from your throat, “ro…” his hands steady your waist, keeping you perfectly still while he fucks you. every touch leaves your body feeling less like your own, your legs trembling hard enough that they’re slowly losing their grip.
“you said you wanted this," he growled lowly, “you told me you were a good girl… that you’d do anything to make me happy.”
you let out another helpless whine in protest, “please, i’m going-” you started as that familiar warmth begins to build low in your stomach.
“not yet, baby,” his fingertips colliding harshly with your clit, “daddy’s still fucking a baby in you.”
the intensity was unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. you were used to the slow kisses, whispered reassurances, the carefulness that always came with a condom. but now, there’s that yearning to be bred.
so when the moment finally comes, there isn’t a single word that could describe the rush that crashes over you. it hits all at once, leaving your body trembling as you cling to him. your eyes squeeze shut as warmth floods through you, the feeling so overwhelming as you gasp, “i feel it!”
“that’s so good, baby,” he smirked, pulling out and inspecting your hole for himself. he took his time, admiring the sight before he absentmindedly pressed his fingers inside of you. a quiet hum left him at the soft, wet squelch… you caught yourself watching him as he watched his fingers fuck his cum back inside of you.
word count: 15k+ (idek i just see him and get inspired, lowkey blacked out)
warning: smut!!! MDNI. (for the love of god)
description: when you tell jey about a potential storyline with you and the scottish warrior, he gets a little out of character…
“I think Hunter is gonna have me start doing a thing with Drew, I dunno.”
You say this nonchalantly, flippantly, as you scroll through texts from your aforementioned boss, both of you spitballing potential ideas for a future storyline involving you, five years deep into your career and in need of a refresh.
Coming off of an injury is the perfect excuse for a revamp, showing a side to your character that the audience hasn’t seen before. Perhaps there’s something to this…
“Man, what thing?”
It’s the tone in which the question is being posed that has you lifting your eyes from the screen, the dull light illuminating your glossed lips as you raise a perfectly arched brow. “Like, maybe, something along the lines of a partnership.”
Jey Uso stands before you, unimpressed frown on his face as he shakes his head. The wild curls of that infamous mullet of his flinging with a boyish charm that warms your heart.
You two have been good friends, best friends, for a few years now—really almost ever since you debuted on the Raw roster—and by this point, it was not a surprising sight to see the both of you like this, sequestered in a dark, quiet spot of whichever arena was housing the latest live show.
He was always so easy to talk to, and fun to hang with. You remember being so damn scared finally being pushed into the spotlight with the biggest names of them all and expected to compete with them, but Jey had been there since day one. His deep voice and easy grin a balm on your nerves and a battery in your back. At this point, he was rivaling your own family for being your biggest cheerleader. He was damn sure the most reliable support system at work and beyond.
Even though you’d been adamant that Jey did not, under any circumstance, come visit while you were on the mend and instead lock in at work, there was not a single day—hell, maybe even hour—that he wasn’t calling, texting, DM’ing to keep in touch with you. The recovery process was overall steady but hurt like a bitch, and even though Jey respected your wishes to stay away, his love and support as you got through it never faded.
It’s a struggle to think what this all would feel like without him…
“You and…Drew?” You nod succinctly, wondering at the disgusted pull of his face. “Man, hell naw.”
And did you dare to think that he was your biggest cheerleader just a moment ago?
It stops you up short, his surprising disapproval. A spark of fear lights up inside your chest. Jey always supported anything that was for the betterment of your career—what was this?
Dropping your hand, you stand up straighter now. Your crossed arms versus the hands on his hips. The posture screams incoming fight. Harmless bickering is one thing but you guys don’t argue.
“What? Why not?” You, more defensive than you want to be. Showing your hand too early. Just basically shoving your hurt in his face. “You don’t think I could pull it off?”
Jey shoves off your rising insecurities by shrugging, which has your chest twisting in a weird way. Your cheeks are getting warm now under your perfectly set blush. Your nose itches as you all but glare up at him through your lashes.
“Baby, it just don’t sound right—not to mention, it wouldn’t look right either.”
It’s blunt—too blunt—but Jey has never withheld his feelings with you, nor anyone. A trait of his that you always admired, and a complete opposite to the way you sat on your thoughts and feelings most times. But, of course, Jey was good at making you open up and express yourself without abandon. There was hardly anything in the world you didn't tell him.
Which is why you thought nothing of this and was confident in sharing it before it could potentially take off. But the things he’s saying don’t sit well with you at all.
Look right? What the hell?
“Now, what the fuck is that supposed to mean, Jey?”
Jey barely flinches at your profanity but he’s not one to shy away from confrontation. If anything, he rises to it, a stank look in his eye. Not exactly directed at you—even through your rising irritation you can see that—but he does seem extremely annoyed overall.
“Girl,” he kisses his teeth, “Drew is a big ass Scottish muhfucka. What the hell he know about you?”
You, as in not exactly small by any means—hips wide, ass homegrown and toned legs that go on for days and definitely not Scottish. Safe to say, you and Drew McIntyre are total physical opposites. His pale skin and your milky brown complexion. Your wide chocolate eyes and his narrow icy blue ones.
So, what?
If Hunter and the rest of creative thought something could come from a duo with the Scottish Warrior, who were you not to give it a shot? Aligning with him would be one of the more interesting things you’d done since returning two months ago from your recovery off of a broken elbow.
You couldn’t believe Jey wasn’t seeing it.
“Are you serious right now?” If your face wasn’t beat right now, you’d be scrubbing it in frustration. “Are you forgetting that you had a little thing with Rhea? Yall couldn’t be more opposite!”
Jey and Rhea had your utmost support when creative got the exciting idea to try their hand at something between their characters. Two of the biggest stars in the company, beloved by the crowd. It was a no-brainer, even if it did fizzle out in the end.
But Jey clearly isn’t trying to hear you. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah but she’s Mami and I’m the Main Event,” he boasts, gesturing to himself, “it was gon’ be fire no matter what!”
And just then something hits you, with startling clarity. You are now truly, deeply offended.
“Wait—are you saying that I’m not a big enough star? Because we all know Drew is!”
The accusation is nasty but it sounds true to your ears. Still in your twenties—even though it’s late twenties now—everyone tends to treat you like the locker room little sister.
To be looked after and cooed over, even if you put your body on the line show after show. Even if you perform and entertain to the highest of standards. It’s not unappreciated by you, though, just a little irking sometimes.
Jey makes the souring mood starting to develop no better because has the nerve to laugh. “Now you know I ain’t said that,” he grins, as if you’re ridiculous. “I’m just saying I don’t see it, personally.”
“Well, maybe I do. Hunter does, and so does Drew.” You say this through clenched teeth, waving your phone in his face. “I’ve been talking with them about this for days. It’s going somewhere!”
Jey pauses, eyes dropping to the phone in your hand, the open display highlighting the blue and grey message bubbles, how long they are. Takes in the way your eyes instantly shift to the screen as the phone dings with another text.
Then he goes quiet for a while.
You scoff at him before responding to the text, trying to shake this off because even if he was pissing you off, it didn’t feel good to be doing this with him.
Just as your message goes through does Jey finally speak up again, a touch quieter. “Y’all be talking?”
And you know he means Drew, because of course you have correspondence with the boss—just about everyone does.
“I mean, yeah. This thing could really happen, not to mention he’s kinda cool. Funny, even.”
Another ding. Another lengthy grey bubble. Jey can see it, leans a bit more into your space to peer down at the phone. He can even see Drew’s contact name, how it has an actual emoji beside it.
If you weren’t replying with haste to Drew’s message, you’d be able to catch the way Jey’s entire face shifts into something dark and ugly. The way he stills at the sound of your breathy laugh.
He’s quick to fix his face when you lock your phone, still amused by whatever the fuck Drew said. But there is a heavy quiet surrounding him. One he cloaks himself in when’s trying to rein it in, keep his temper under check and controlled. Had you not been too busy with Drew, you would’ve picked up on that.
However you only sigh, lazily shifting your focus back onto him, tossing him a look through those mink lashes. A dismissal, he wonders?
“Look, Jey, I really don’t know why you giving me a hard time about this one. You’ve been so cool about literally everything else. What’s one little romance?”
Romance. You never said anything about romance.
Jey scoffs, the sound ugly even to his own ears. “Yeah aight, have fun witcho new lil’ boyfriend. Just know he be fuckin’ on half the women’s roster.”
You blink, almost cartoonishly, a few times in rapid succession as you try to take in what he said. A strange swirl of emotion hits you, then. Too confusing for you to even process. His tone. His snarl. Hell, even his stance.
What the fuck…?
You wrench your head back, hands raised because you just don’t know what to do with this. “You know what, Joshua,” and the serious use of his name—which you rarely call him—has him rearing his own head back, “I’mma just go because this is weird and something is off here. Talk to me when you wanna be my friend that has sense again.”
Before he can utter a breath in response, you’re spinning on your heels and striding down the shadowy hallway away from him. And no matter how far you go, his words still follow you, his resentment echoing in your brain.
Why the fuck would you even care about who Drew is or isn’t fucking? Why is that something he would even bring up? How was it relevant at all to what you were telling him?
You don’t have an answer to this but Rhea certainly does later and what she tells you has you all but yelling, “get the fuck outta here! Stop playing!”
She does not, in fact, stop playing. She only just stares at you with this knowing look on her face. How dare she look so certain after saying something so ridiculous?
You laugh in the midst of lacing up your boots for the night. “Rhea, sometimes I forget how funny you can be,” you snort again as you move from one boot to the other, “but, girl, you are downright hilarious. Jey is not jealous.”
“What? I’m not joking—everyone knows how he is when it comes to you. And I love my boy,” she proclaims with a solemn hand to her chest, “and I don’t wanna out him but it’s fairly obvious why he’s so mad.”
You ignore that, standing up and moving to your bag, fiddling with—well, you don’t even know. You just need to do something with your hands.
“Oh, yeah? And who’s everyone?”
“Me and Liv were just talking about you two.” Go figure—they talk about everyone. Still, not a big deal. “We saw you, holding hands.” Jey’s a touchy person. You, less so, but with him it’s second nature. What’s holding hands, a hug, between two people who cared for each other? “It was cute that he was holding your purse on the way in, too.”
You shrug at that, at the smirk on her face, trying to appear unaffected—this was the last thing you needed before your match—even if your stomach is starting to go haywire. Pre-matches jitters, to be sure.
“He always does that, nothing new.” Which, yeah, him carrying your bag whether it be a small handbag or one of your, in his words, big ass totebags was just a credit to him being raised to be a gentleman, obviously. “We came here together, so what?”
Rhea is relentless, though. Trying to prove some point. “That’s another thing!” she crows excitedly. “You guys travel everywhere together. You mean to tell me you never felt the tension in that tiny little Kia Soul?”
“Don’t you talk about my car, she’s small but mighty—and brand new.”
You won’t tell her who you brought along car shopping that day. Who went over all the details whether it be mechanical or financial with the dealership. Who ensured that you got exactly what you wanted, even if he hated the car itself.
Hell, you’re certain if you allowed it when he initially asked, he would’ve paid for the damn thing.
“Babe, you know how I feel and how anyone with eyes should feel about those fucking travesties.”
You mock scowl at her but forgo defending your choice of vehicle any further—haters gon’ hate. “Okay, so you’re basically telling me that you and Liv gossip over fake news and fairytales. Big deal.”
“Jimmy said as much too! His own twin!”
Which you do not find surprising in the least. “Jim is just as bad as the girls. He’s always trying to get the tea.”
“And spill it. He told us that Jey’s ex has been trying to get back in the picture and that while usually he’d be all for it, he basically told her to kick rocks,” Rhea shares wickedly.
Now this, you did not know. And Rhea can tell because when you freeze and turn to face her again, her black painted lips are stretched wide in a grin that can only be described as shiteating.
“Mina hit him up again?”
Rhea nods, still cheesing.
Oh, Mina…
Beautiful. Successful career in sports journalism. Well off. Fit. And crazy as hell.
Jey hadn’t brought her up in a while, now that you think about it, but usually that was a sign of him entertaining her again. You learned early on in your friendship that it was best not to get involved when they were on. It’s not like Jey ever listened—whether it be you or his own family. No use in beating a dead horse.
“But he’s crazy about her…”
A fact you quietly bemoaned once or twice. Jey and his damn dating life was just as entertaining as any live show, and a total train wreck. There’d be many nights when he would ask you so, I was in the wrong? (usually, yes) or text you a long ass paragraph describing Mina’s latest antics—his ass being thrown out again for whatever she deemed him guilty of doing or her cussing him out in public without shame.
You’re sort of embarrassed to know even you had been responsible for some of her blow-up’s at Jey.
Even if you felt her and Jey weren’t a match by any means, Mina had a charm to her that inspired you to try to befriend her. Each time fell flat, though. The woman just did not fuck with you, period.
“Was crazy about her. Hasn’t been for a long while, so I’ve heard. Hm, I wonder why…” Rhea trails off, lips puckered to the side. Trying to appear innocent as if she’s not just full of surprises for you tonight.
You shake your head. All of this being too much. Your phone dings with two messages simultaneously and you feel a wave of relief to not have to keep this conversation going for the split second it takes to see that one’s from Drew asking about your dinner plans for tonight and if you'd like to carry the conversation further—yes, you respond quickly, just pick the spot and i’ll come—and another is from Jey and that’s he’s so sorry and can you guys just talk?
“I bet that’s him.”
You blow out a frustrated sigh before shoving the phone into your bag and going into deep stretches in the next breath.
This is all bullshit. None of this matters because none of it is true. You know Jey better than most people, if he harbored any sort of feelings for you it wouldn’t be hard to tell.
…At least, you think.
“If you’re tryna throw me off my game so I don’t whoop yo’ ass tonight, this is a good attempt.”
Rhea laughs, getting to her feet before shouldering her gleaming championship gold. You eye it thoughtfully.
If this Drew thing took off, could it possibly mean being lined up for another title shot? Gold came into your hands twice now, once through winning in an upset against Becky and another after challenging Bianca.
You’ve been on a string of matches/encounters with or against Rhea ever since coming back, and the reception to it all has been fairly positive. There’s no denying how fruitful it’s been to work with her. Perhaps it could turn into the most gratifying of fortunes?
It would be nice…
The other woman notices your focus, her trail to the door stopped short. “Uh oh, you gunning after me now? I promise not to keep teasing you about your boyfriend.”
“He’s not my—”
But the protest falls flat as she just laughs again and departs, leaving just you, the empty locker room and your muddled brain.
Like a lost little puppy, you trudge over and slump down into one of the cubby holes, blowing a stray bang out of your eyes.
Why would she even say that? You came to her to rant in confidence and hopefully have her back you up—not to have her laugh in your face and blatantly tell you that Jey was jealous.
That he, in her crazy words, has the hots for you.
Now, look, you aren’t blind.
Jey is…well, Jey.
Fine as hell. Talented. Funny. Charming. Older. A grown man unlike the “men” your age that still seemed to be catching up to you.
To be honest, you genuinely might’ve only thought about him in ways friends shouldn’t think of each other a couple of times. Moments of weakness, of desperate selfishness on nights when the hotels felt cold and lonely, the car rides long and unending, the flights nonstop and draining.
And maybe when you were in the ring sometimes. When you took a harder bump than expected and it felt like you never knew how to breathe at all, knowing he was most likely worrying. You wondered if he felt pride when you went all in on a promo and the crowd was alive and hanging onto every word, that you wanted to do good just to show him.
In a way, deep down, you know that you crave his attention. That you love when he calls you his favorite girl and always attaches himself to you whenever he can. It’s thrilling to be known as best friends because that simply means that you have some sort of ownership over him, and he with you.
But why did it feel so good to be in his proximity and him in yours?
It isn’t his star power you crave. Funnily enough, your paths barely crossed in the ring. So, it’s not like you were trying to gain favor through his fame. How far you’ve come, no matter who your support system was, has been off your own strength and willpower.
Maybe it’s just due to him being so good to you. You don't know about him having the hots for you, or whatever, but you do know that Jey cares for you.
Anything you need is addressed and handled often before you can get to it yourself. Many times you never even have to say but he tends to be attuned to your wants, needs and fanciful little whims and provided whatever it was that you desired.
Your checks hadn’t been nothing to sneeze at since making it onto the main roster but Jey didn’t care. When it comes to money, it was near useless to protest him spending his on you.
But it’s not even about the money—that is the last thing that matters as far as Jey is concerned. He understands your life. What you do, why you do it. The hunger you have to succeed. He knows the ups and downs of being a pro-wrestler all too well, and how refreshing is it to be with someone like that?
Someone that, despite his many years of experience over your still budding career, feels like an equal.
Goosebumps rise and with them a buzz along the entirety of your skin. An understanding of what this is in reach as you slowly crawl to it.
But you’re still in disbelief, and none of this will feel real until you talk to him. You’re just not sure if you want to.
—————
As promised, you do whoop Rhea’s ass and the crowd had been roaring at the chemistry between you two as you fought and scraped in the ring with each other yet again. Coming off of the win is a nice little high, just what you need to push through the rest of the night and confront whatever would unfold.
“Yo, killer, great match,” comes the praise from none other than The Tribal Chief, his fist outstretched to you in the midst of gorilla.
With an appreciative smile, you knock knuckles with him, chest still heaving with exhaustion as the adrenaline shoots throughout your sweat-slick body.
“Thanks—didn’t know you were watching.”
Roman shrugs, tall and strong, radiating silent power even just standing still. “I catch most of your stuff.”
News to you and nice to hear. You’d be slightly embarrassed to tell him just how often you studied his matches.
“What’s this I hear about you and Drew?”
The question is posed more quietly and after he nods for you to step to the side into a darker, isolated corner with him away from the hub of the blue-lit monitors and gaggle of overseers.
You’re surprised at the genuine concern in his eyes, in the furrow of his brow. He’s no stranger to you, but he’s not as close a friend like his cousins are, though there is a mutual fondness.
And, honestly, if he didn’t look so concerned you’d feel more annoyed, but then you also feel partially bad—did Jey come to him in confidence like you had Rhea? Was he upset?
“Just ideas being thrown around,” you try to come off as casually as you can, forcing yourself to not look away and meet his steady gaze. “Ways to bring in a new dynamic, I guess.”
Roman hums, eyes drifting off contemplatively, before he flat out states, “you don’t need Drew for that, though. If anything, you really don’t need anyone for that. You’re solid. If you do truly wanna go the romance route, though—and with a real star, mind you—it’s crazy creative ain’t consider Jey.”
Two things: the way he says Drew’s name as if he thought of him in the same realm as an insect was more amusing than it had any right to be, and the unflinchingly honest opinion that Jey would be a better option.
“Oh, um…” And you really don’t know what to say to that, to the twist and turns of your gut.
Roman is highly intuitive, though, and takes the wide-eyed hesitation as permission to further state his case. “I mean, look, I know y’all are close and maybe it’d be too weird for you, but Drew is definitely not the draw.” His eyes are wide as he gestures, clearly amused by Drew, in general.
“At least with Jey you’d be working closely with someone you know, someone you trust and there’s nothing better than that, believe me.”
You don’t know why but you feel the need to debate, to ask: “What’s so bad about Drew, anyway? He seems nice.”
“Yeah, I bet he does—and don’t get me wrong I enjoyed sonning his ass time and time again but I can’t imagine what a man like him could possibly offer you. And imagine this: you and Jey do a tag thing, romance, whatever and it’s hot? Gets you into the mix with us, with the Bloodline. We could use a fresh face around…”
What an odd thing, to see Roman Reigns so impassioned over hypotheticals that involve you. You wonder if Jey thinks the same but it seems obvious. He usually believes in his cousin’s vision for anything concerning the Bloodline.
And it is slightly flattering to be considered for such a thing.
You huff a laugh through your nose. The grind truly never stops with this family. “Feels like you tryna recruit me, and here I thought you were here on account of your cousin’s feelings.”
Roman shrugs. “I mean, I kinda am but it also really ain’t my business. I know y’all are gonna be good, even if he’s looking all sad and shit.”
Sad?
You crane your neck around, involuntarily searching before you can catch yourself. “Any idea where he is?”
And you quickly realize that’s a stupid question, you look at the clock on the wall and roll your eyes—he should be approaching gorilla any second now to meet Roman before they went out for the show’s final segment.
“Nevermind—look I gotta go, got plans,” and you carefully choose not to mention your future dinner companion, “but I’ll think about what you said.”
Roman nods, watching as you move quicker than expected after taking such hard bumps from Rhea, but you are keen to get out there and just get on with your night. You’re not avoiding anyone nor are you shifting your eyes around in fear of crossing paths with anyone, either.
Before you can fully disappear into the shadows, Roman calls out to you: “Aye, you still coming to the spot after!?”
And damn, you forgot about that. Roman can tell, too, because he looks highly amused at the guilty look on your face once you turn around. “Wow…forgot my birthday, huh.”
“Of course, I didn’t.” Not technically, anyway—just in the moment. With your un-ending thoughts. You even got a gift for him, tucked away in your bag. “Happy birthday, Ro,” and it’d be bad of you to not crawl back and give him a hug, so you do.
“Totally gonna be there after dinner,” you promise, pulling back but not too far with the arm he has slung around your shoulder.
Roman peers down on you, almost like he has something he wants to ask you but refrains for your comfort. In short, he just says, “I’ll be waitin’. Now, go on,” and nods towards the exit.
Grateful, you slink from his grasp and shyly wave bye before actually leaving gorilla this time.
It makes no sense how wired up you are now. You really hadn’t planned on doing much tonight but now it’s looking like you’re all booked up. Which is good, because it affords you to pay less attention to the roar of the crowd when Roman’s music hits, knowing who's gonna be by his side as he walks out.
Thankfully, no one is around when you come back to the locker room to watch you hastily unzip your bag and anxiously grab your phone. Only an address from Drew and nothing else worth noting.
You remember you were supposed to go to Roman’s birthday party with Jey, but now that doesn’t even feel like an option. He’ll most likely be showing up with Jim and Roman himself now. But the silence is as much as addling as the idea of a response.
I don’t have time for this, you succinctly tell yourself and go through the motions of packing your shit up and getting back to tonight’s hotel.
Getting ready takes a bit longer due to your plan of going straight to the club hosting the birthday festivities rather than just back to your room. But it’s worth it because you just know you put that shit on.
Face beat and hair curled perfectly. Giuseppe heels and blood-red vintage Hervé Leger bandage dress that hugs your body just right. With a fly ass Chanel bag to boot.
Look, this is the Tribal Chief’s birthday—no way are you going to half-step.
Dinner with Drew goes by pretty quick and pleasantly. He’s funny with that Scottish charm and nice to talk to. He doesn’t pressure you into deciding if you truly want to try the new angle with him but has many ideas to share that you expand upon yourself. He even picks up the entire tab with not a single thought and asks if you’re going to the party, whether you’d wanna ride together.
You utimately decide against that—Jey’s stupid, irrevlevant he be fuckin on the half the women’s roster in the back of your brain—but say yes to trailing his car through the city streets and walking in together, because why not?
The club is one of the more up-scale clubs you’ve ever stepped foot in and Drew makes a show of whistling at the grandeur of the place, how it’s all decked out for Roman Reigns.
It’s not surprising that basically the entire roster and crew is here. Say what you want about the character he portrays, Roman is loved by the company and respected by its workers.
“This place is crazy,” Drew scoffs, shaking his head. “Anything for the Tribal Chief, eh?”
You wonder at the underlying bitter in his tone, why he even actually came. From Jey to Roman, it doesn’t seem like there’s much fondness between any of them.
You shrug, gift in hand. “He’s earned it. Speaking of him, I gotta find him and give him this,” you shake the ribbon-wrapped box at the Scotsman, yelling over the pounding music as you step further into the lights, “I’ll find you later!”
Drew nods, eyes trailing you as you envelop yourself into the party. Immediately, you’re accosted by all sorts of shouts and hugs, trying to move deeper into the club.
“I thought you weren’t coming!” Bayley, as she scoops you into a crushing hug.
“Nooo, she was. She just had to finish her dinner date with Drewww. See, they even came in together and he’s watching her.” Liv, grinning evilly with a straw between her teeth.
“Ohhh shit, sis, I ain’t know you got down with the milk!” Je’von, his eyes shifting back and forth before hugging you next. For his comment, you poke him hard with your nails in his side, to which he cries out, “my bad, my bad, my bad!”
“Uce bouta be hella mad...” Montez, sharing looks with Rhea and Angelo.
You suck your teeth, pushing past them to scan for the man of the hour. Unsurprisingly, you find him sequestered with his cousins, and more cousins, in a dark section some feet away. Inwardly, you snort as you think about how this is his night and he’s barely interacting with the people here for him.
“Can y’all shut up and move out the damn way?”
Montez raises his hands up as in surrender and steps to the side. When you stalk by, Rhea says nothing but her eyes say too much as she looks between you and the section.
You’re too sober for this shit, which you don’t realize you say out loud but you must’ve because immediately Liv is yelling for shots! and, magically, Dom appears with a tray of foreboding shot glasses, filled to the brim.
“Let’s goooo!”
You take another look at the section, who’s in it, before happily accepting a glass as Dom brandishes the tray towards you. “Tequila?”
“The only way!” Dirty Dom shouts, grinning in that mischievous way of his. “You gonna need two, girl—get another!”
You start to protest but then they start chanting—double shot, double shot—and it’s, like, well…mama ain’t raise no bitch.
The first shot goes down nice and smooth, everyone around joining you and whooping crazy after. But then you’re alone for the second, eyeing the glass between your fingertips warily. Just as you think you’ll have to take it alone, Drew reappears, his huge body sliding just a little too close behind you as he plucks a glass off the tray, but you like him enough so it’s fine.
“What are we cheers’ing to?” He asks you specifically, and it doesn’t take long for you to shout almost as loud as the bass, “to the OTC!”
Everyone cheers and laughs as you and Drew throw back the shots and you pull a face at doing two back-to-back. Dom disappears into the crowd, probably returning the tray and glasses, making way for Becky to slide into the small little circle that’s been made.
Immediately, she’s smiling, her eyes wide as she notices you and you're just as delighted to return the hug she’s wrapping you up in. Becky’s cool—you’ve always liked working with and talking to her.
“Oh my gosh, girl, you look stunnin’!” Her accent is more pronounced and when you pull back, you notice that glassy look in her eye as she gives you the once-over. But you’re starting to feel warm yourself and less nervous than before, so you repay the compliment loudly. “Oh pssshhh, everyone here looks like chopped liver next to ya—this dress is perfect on you!”
“And I had the pleasure of sharing dinner with such a fine lady this evening,” Drew brags, looking high and mighty.
Becky makes a sound of affront. “Ya lucky bastard—Uce’s gonna have you for that!”
You frown while everyone laughs, all of them in on some joke that you aren’t. Did they all share the same opinion as Rhea?
“I’ll take Jey down,” Drew boasts jokingly—you think—before slinging a heavy arm around your shoulders, “don’t care.”
Liv gives you a look, eyes wide before gesturing behind her with her head, towards that section. You look, simultaneously noticing the newly vacant spot on Roman’s right and the man now pushing through the crowd. Coming closer and closer.
Fuck.
“Aye, man, hate to do this to you and everything,” you’re slightly horrified as Jey shoulders in, past a knowing Rhea, and leans forward to grasp your arm, pulling you away from the burly Scotsman and into his side, “but she’s needed over here with me, uce. C’mon, baby.”
You truly hate that the first thing you notice, other than the blatant irritation in his eyes, is how good he smells and how warm his body is next to yours. And, strangely, you missed him.
Only a few hours, in which he was responsible for making you anxious and confused and overall upset, but you missed him.
“Why?” Drew dares to challenge, something tense building here that you did not like. “To say happy birthday? She already did. She told me—over dinner.”
And, ew.
Jey might’ve upset you earlier and you still don’t know exactly what you’re feeling, but you know you don’t like Drew’s tone as he speaks to him. You don’t overly care for how Montez and Angelo make a yikes face to each other, or how Liv says uh-oh under her breath.
Jey doesn’t care for it either because he actually looks two seconds from flipping this damn club upside down if Drew implies anything else. And the last thing you want is for Jey to get active. Because, trust, he’ll get active.
“You know what,” you cut in with a false smile, moving closer into Jey’s side, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist, “we’re actually gonna go so I can give my gift to Roman. Y’all done held me up too long, anyways.”
“Yeah that’s probably for the best,” Bayley says diplomatically, suspiciously maneuvering her body between a jaw-clenching Jey and a smug Drew. “Have fun, guys.”
Not much more needs to be said after that. Jey is quick to whip your bodies around, arm still firmly around you, hand on your stomach as he steers you towards the VIP section—the touch truly nothing new but, tonight, it feels…
“Fuck he meant by dinner?” And it’s said with such a tone of disgust that you cannot help but to laugh, further pissing him off. You don’t wanna piss him off. It’s just—is he serious? “Oh, okay—yeah it’s funny. We gon’ talk about this shit.”
But not any time soon because as soon as you start heading up the tiny amount of stairs into VIP, you hear, “Oh shit, now! They lettin’ baddies into the section!”
“Man, shut the hell up,” Jey scowls at his twin, letting you go in favor of plopping back down in his original seat.
You roll your eyes at his attitude before grinning back at Jimmy, arms wide out for a hug. “Jimmmm! How are you?”
“Man, I’m good—got Big Uce out with us for once.” He jabs a thumb over to Big Uce. “You know his ass a damn hermit.”
Roman, from where he’s been sat in the center like a king presiding over his court, echoes Jey’s earlier statement. “Shut up.”
You chuckle at their antics, pulling back to reveal your present to the birthday boy. He looks genuinely surprised, “oh, so you didn’t forget.”
“Of course, I ain’t forget.” You watch with eager eyes as he takes it. “Now, come on, open it.”
Roman shakes his head, smiling as his fingers undo the bow. “You didn’t have to,” he laughs when you, hands on you hips, give a yes, I did look, “but I appreciate it.”
“That’s better,” you tell him, stepping further in to shoo Jey over.
He smacks his lips but does so, anyway. You take in the hard line of his jaw, how hard he’s clenching his teeth. You don’t know what comes over you but you whisper don’t be like that before raising a hand to smooth over his jaw. He relaxes but only a little, side-eyeing you for a moment that seems to linger before sliding his gaze over to his cousin.
The wide stretch of Roman’s grin has you smiling too as he opens the box to reveal a very nice, very expensive watch. “I know how much you love ‘em, so here’s another for your collection.”
“And I helped her pick, too.” Jey pipes up by your side. “So really you should thank me.”
You roll your eyes. “Boy, no you didn’t. You was looking at some bullshit actually.” Jey, predictably, smacks his lips at the sound of Jimmy’s cackle. “I have good taste.”
Roman chuckles, still appraising his newest timepiece, whistling in appreciation at the way the diamonds dance under the blue lights. “You sure do—this is fire,” he nods in approval before smiling your way, “and this ain’t cheap, too. Thank you.”
“Anything for family,” you say now, shyly shrugging, a little tipsy from the shots, warm with Jey’s body heat bleeding into your skin.
And Roman’s eyes grow warmer at that, a quiet fondness there that he only does look at those he deems family with. A step up in your relationship.
“You hear that, uce?” Jimmy nods over to Jey, eyes wide with secret meaning that’s slowly starting not to feel so secret. “She family.”
You look over your shoulder but now his shades are on and he says nothing, just nods impassively. Roman is standing when you turn back, stomach twisting, pouring a drink which he hands off to you.
“Now, that’s something we gotta toast to.” His words make you, and all his cousins, come to your feet. He raises his glass, everyone in the section following suit. “To The Bloodline! To family!”
“To family!” Everyone cries in unison. Roman leans forward to clink your glasses together, signaling you to drink the dark liquid with him.
It burns going down but it’s good. One of Roman’s younger cousins you’re not familiar with approaches you with a friendly hug and then Jacob, who you actually do know better, is wrapping a strong arm around your neck, yelling in your ear about how he loves you and that you’re good for Josh.
You return the sentiment but altogether bypass that other statement, which Jacob notices. “Aye, sis, lemme holla at you real quick,” and then he’s escorting you off to the side, his eyes strangely serious for someone intoxicated. “When y’all gon’ stop playing?”
Your first instinct is to deny, deny, deny. To act dumb. To shrink down whatever this is. But then your eyes are catching Jey gazing your way, obvious even behind those shades, and you can’t stop the exasperated laugh that falls from your lips.
“I don’t know,” you say plainly, honestly. Throwing your hands up because you cannot believe you’ve been so willfully blind. It’s a testament to how much you truly like Jacob, being so open about it for the first time.
“This is all catching me off guard, to be honest. It’s, like, I’ve always, always known that Jey cares about me. He took a chance on me, from day one by my side. Not only being my best friend but guiding me, being invested in my career. That means, well, everything.”
“But he’s always been in a relationship. Even when that shit was off, it was on, you know?” Jacob nods, listening earnestly despite his glazed over eyes. “And I care too much to risk anything. Whatever this is, it’ll fizz out and it’ll blow over and we’ll still be just us. It has to, Jake.”
Jacob hums, amusingly contemplative with a drink in his hand, before saying, “Look, I love my uce, man. And I know him, too. Just like you do. And he loves the fuck outta you, girl. You can’t tell by now?”
With that, you can’t help but glance back over to Jey, standing away, sipping his drink. Still watching. You don’t even have to see his eyes to feel him. Feel what he’s feeling.
You shake your head, blinking over at Jacob. “I can’t do this. I’m not good at relationships. Neither is he, to be honest, and we’d only just ruin it. Like I said—this’ll blow over.”
Jacob looks like he wants to say more but you don’t, so you polish off your drink and politely excuse yourself. Instead of going back to your seat, it’s the dance floor you turn to.
Liv is excited to see you again, grabbing you up and screeching out a, “finallyyyy! Let’s dance, bitch!”
And dance, you can do.
Shaking. Twirling. Gyrating.
The liquor for sure has kicked in because you don’t give a damn who sees, you’re doing all of it. Your work family takes turns spinning you, touching you, grinding on you—it’s so fun, you barely care who it is just as long as the music keeps jumping and the drinks keep coming.
Shit, you’re so lit right now you’re pretty sure the body behind your whining hips is Je’von—who damn near feels like a little brother to you—but you’re unbothered and feeling better than you have all night.
But, then, you're being spun around by Je’von…who actually turns out to be Drew. “Oh, shit—my bad!”
“Why’re you apologizing?” he smirks, big hands on your still moving hips, bringing you closer. He leans down so his voice is in your ear. “I have nothing to complain about.”
“Right…” you trail off, unsure, eyes anxiously darting over to the VIP area, to Jey standing at the front of it. His eyes are most likely shooting flames behind those shades, threatening to light Drew’s ass up. Jimmy in his ear, no doubt telling him to chill. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
The Scotsman snorts, peering over his shoulder to Jey. “He got a claim over you now?”
In a way, you think. But not entirely.
“I don’t wanna step on any toes,” Drew is saying now, gathering your attention again. His blue eyes are fierce and slightly unnerving as he admits: “I just can’t deny that I’m eager for you to say yes to working with me, not only ‘cause you’re good but also because you are beautiful. I want a chance to prove myself.”
The admission makes you a little dizzy, though you’re not dumb—Drew has been clearly attracted to you from the jump. You just didn’t expect him to say as much, and so soon.
“Prove yourself…to me?”
Drew nods, sincere, squeezing your hips. “Don’t you know half the boys are dying to get with you, but don’t even try because of your Samoan bodyguard?” What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. “Jey’s a fool for not giving you what you deserve.”
He gives me everything I deserve, is what you would say had you actually possessed the capability to continue speaking. But you don’t.
“Tell Hunter yes and I’ll give you more than he ever could, sweetheart.”
Your face pulls, affronted by the pet name. “Like I said before, Drew, I’ll think on it. Excuse me, I’m tired and need a break.” From you, you tactfully leave out.
Drew makes a noise of protest as you break off from him, sliding through the sea of bodies and huffing to yourself as you all but stomp back over to VIP. Jey’s there at the top of the stairs, still staring down your former dance partner.
“These heels are starting to kill me,” you tell him by way of greeting, “and I need some damn water.”
You don’t see Jey behind you grabbing a bottle off a nearby table as he follows you back to the now abandoned couch. Roman is some mere feet away, laughing at something Jimmy and Jacob are saying when you plop back down on the velvet couch.
Jey settles right next to you, holding out the water which you gladly take and guzzle down. Big arms crossed over his chest, his voice is dry and unamused as he narrows his eyes. “Tired from shaking ass on everybody?”
Not willing to play into it, you coolly nod. “Something like that,” you shrug, sipping some more.
But he’s not content with that. He forces you to play his game.
“You fucked him?”
It is a close thing to not spit your water out everywhere but you certainly choke a little. Jey lets you recover while pushing his glasses onto his head, so you can see just how serious he is. His eyes are hard and unforgiving.
If there was ever a world that existed in which you did have sex with Drew, it wasn’t this one but he didn’t seem convinced of that.
You wipe at the sides of your mouth, forcefully putting the water bottle down, making the small remnants splash on to his dark wash jeans. Not that he cares. He’s still staring hard, daring you to confess.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” The volume of your shriek managing to reach the ears of his family even over the music, gaining their wary attention. “Why would you ever think that?”
Jey shrugs, hands folded, uncaring of the looks. “I said we was gon’ talk about this shit. Y’all came together. Had dinner together. Your fuckin’ phone was on DND for two hours while I was tryna get in touch with you. He was over there hugged up on you and shit, you grinding on him. Probably got him bricked. Genuinely, what the fuck are you doing?”
“One thing I’m currently not doing,” you jab a finger in his face, truly hot now, “is fucking Drew McIntyre—are you insane!?”
But, of course, Jey just has to be a stubborn ass hothead and not even listen to you. Getting in your face as he raises his voice a fraction, “currently? So there is a chance, then! I’m not fuckin’ stupid!”
“What does it matter to you!?” You shout, arms stretched out. “It’s never mattered to you who I’ve fucked before. For all you know, I could’ve fucked anyone we work with.” His eyes flash in anger but you have a point to prove. “I’m a grown ass woman, in case you forgot! If I wanna fuck any one of these niggas, that’s my business!”
“You better not be—you don’t even get down like that,” he sneers with a disgusted frown. As if casual, consensual sex as an adult should be beneath you. It is not. You do, in fact, get down like that but haven’t ever since you’ve been injured and recovered to return to work.
“And everybody know better, anyway,” Jey goes on, bragging his supposed ownership over you. “They know not to even think of you like that.”
“Oh, yeah?” you laugh loudly, maybe even immaturely but you’re past caring. If he wants to go there, you’re right with him. “Drew told me a lot of the boys want me but yo’ ass is cockblocking which, you know, is pretty upsetting because,” you pause to tap your chin as if in thought, “now it’s coming back to my attention that I ain’t had none in a while. At least Drew’s not afraid to try it. Kinda sexy of him, actually…”
The words land, of course. You watch smugly as Jey’s eye actually twitches, his top lip pulling back into that signature snarl that displays the gold in his mouth before he scrubs a hand down his face. He takes a long moment to stare up at the ceiling. If he’s smart, he’d be wisely considering his next words to you.
When he looks at you again, it’s still heated but there’s a different glint in his eye now. One that makes you subtly shift in your seat and blow out a nervous breath through your nostrils.
“You got this tight ass dress on,” he sucks his teeth, reaching up to tug at a strap, the sting that comes with it snapping back against your skin making you gasp in light outrage. “Dancing on dudes and ignoring me. What is it, huh? Why you actin’ out?”
Acting out? You huff out an unimpressed breath, eyes shifting before returning to stare at him in disbelief. Slowly, confusingly, he grins like the Cheshire cat—gold fronts glittering deviously.
Backing down isn’t an option for you, but somehow you can feel that you’ve lost.
“If all you wanted was some dick, baby, all you had to do was ask.”
Not the words you were expecting to hear in a million years.
The reaction is instant. You gasp quietly but you know he can hear it, too close to you not to. Your cheeks flush as your eyes widen, staring at him in shock. Your head feeling fuzzier for more reasons than the alcohol.
“Yeah, shut that shit up.” Jey commands, leaning forward to grab your chin and make you look him directly in the eye. Not allowing you to shy away or hide from it.
“Don’t I give you everything you need?” Tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, you nod dumbly underneath his palm, his gaze approving. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Another nod because he does, he does it the best. “So, why you going to other muhfuckas like you need something from ‘em? Do you?” A shake of the head. “So get yo’ fine ass up, go wish uce happy birthday again, and meet me at the door.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
A part of you is terrified, heart beating fast as hell, but the larger part of you is so turned on you could genuinely moan right here and now. Jey is gone before you can approach Roman again but you’re quick to do what he says, lowkey cursing yourself with every step that makes it blatantly obvious how wet your panties are.
Roman and Jimmy must feel the nervous, frantic energy coming off of you because in unison they ask with worried gazes: “Y’all good?”
You giggle anxiously, wringing your hands together. “Y-yeah, we just, um, realized that maybe we shouldn’t be doing all that in front of everyone at your birthday party,” you wince apologetically at Roman. “So, uh, yeah…we’re gonna take our conversation elsewhere like adults.”
Behind them, Jacob is watching you with a knowing smirk but doesn’t say a word. Roman does, though, coming forward to embrace you and thank you graciously for coming along with the gift. Jimmy, however, narrows his eyes suspiciously at you and then back towards the direction his twin vanished to. Which has you thinking in a panic fuck, fuck, fuck, he knows…
“Well, be safe, girl,” is all he says after hugging you too, still regarding you with a glint in his eye. “Don’t hurt him too bad, now. I need my tag partner!”
Laughing again, you depart the section with waves to everyone. Once you disappear onto the dance floor, does Jimmy plainly state: “Oh, they finna fuck.”
Roman nods, going back to his drink. “Fuckin’ finally.”
“He gon’ do her in, too,” Jacob adds, locs swaying while he shakes his head, as if pitying you.
Had you been there you would’ve been mortified by their blunt observation but you’re not. Your heels currently clack viciously along the floor as you near the doors. You manage a few rushed goodbyes but don’t make the time to stop for anyone, not wanting to make Jey, or yourself, wait any longer.
Like he said, Jey is there at the doors when you approach, casually standing off to the side as the bouncer talks to him about something you genuinely can’t care less about. Once he sees you, he holds his hand out, gesturing to your purse. Mutely, you hand it over, coming close to hug his arm to your body, already simpering with need as he grabs your keys.
“C’mon,” he murmurs to you and then raises a hand to dap up the bouncer. “Aye, man, don’t work too hard. Have a good night, uce.”
The bouncer returns the sentiment but it barely matters when Jey is already tugging you out of the building, your purse slung over the shoulder you’re not wrapped around. You shiver as the cool night air hits your bare legs, burrowing closer into his side as the two of you make way to the parking lot.
“You cold, baby?” Baby. He always calls you that but it sounds different now. Full of meaning that actually does feel like a claim. You bite your lip, nodding up at him. He brings you closer into his side, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders. “We gon’ get you warm real soon.”
Another rush of heat goes through your veins at the double meaning of his promise. Your treasured candy red Kia Soul comes into view and Jey hits the button to unlock the doors. You break away from him, going to the passenger side but he’s right behind you, quick to open the door for you before you can.
“Thank you,” you peer shyly up at him before sliding into the seat and quickly bringing your legs in so he can close the door.
Jey rounds the front of the car to slide into the driver’s side, using the push to start to bring the engine to life. While he backs out of the parking space, your head is spinning with so many thoughts and questions, mainly—are you really going to do this? Could this not ruin everything?
You’ve been quietly fretting so long that you didn’t even realize you’re on the road until he speaks up, one hand on the wheel, the other a warm balm on your knee that was just bouncing a second ago.
“Aye, baby, do me a favor?” You gaze at him in wait, his side-profile so handsome under the city lights that streak through the glass over his face. “Answer me a question.”
“Okay...”
Jey nods, taking a left turn before speaking. “You said you ain’t had none in a while—how long?”
The question has your heart beating fast again, the pulse of it rivaling the one between your legs. “Since before the injury.”
More nodding, as if he thought as much. “And in all that time, what did you do to blow off steam? Did you touch yourself?”
And, Lord, what a question. You rarely talked about sex with Jey. If there were any discussions about it, it was him telling you about a past experience or him casually asking if you’d been recently entertaining anyone in that way. But nothing so forward.
You try not to blush—you are grown, for fuck’s sake—but Jey makes it hard to remain cool. “I mean, yes, but that’s normal.”
“Okay, cool—so put your hand in them panties and do it for me.” You stare at his face in shock but he only glances at you before turning his attention back on the road. “It’s aight, mama, I just want you to be ready for me.”
If he weren’t operating a moving vehicle, you might’ve actually jumped on him. Instead, you refrain from your baser urges and tell him with a breathy whisper, “I been ready for you.”
It’s Jey’s turn to tell himself to chill, you can tell by the way his eyes flutter shut for a brief second and how knuckles turn damn near white on the wheel. You’re delighted by the effect you have on him. You have to give it to Rhea—Jey did have the hots for you.
“How long that pussy been wet for me?” he asks as calmly as he can. His restraint only makes you hotter.
“Honestly?” Jey nods, glancing at the Apple Maps as it guides him closer to the hotel. “Probably ever since you snatched me up from Drew.” Because that shit was sexy. In a stupid, man-cave way. How he mean-mugged Drew, how tight his arm round its way around your body. How his entire body language said mine, mine, mine. “And there’s been other times…”
He can’t help the way his head snaps to your face, at the glossed lip underneath your teeth. That doe-eyed innocent look you perfected and only looked at him with. “That I got you wet?” You nod, batting your pretty lashes at him. “What you do then?”
“This.”
Spreading your legs, you follow his instruction and dip your hands in between the rucked-up hem of your dress. The breath of relief and pleasure is immediate once you push the lace to the side and feel your arousal, how it clings to your manicured fingertips.
Jey is trying his hardest not to crash the damn car but, fuck, if you don’t look good as hell right now. Sound good, too. Not just your hypnotizing breathy moans and whimpers but the actual sound of that dripping pussy being played with ricochets throughout the small enclosed space of the car.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Jey,” you breathe out, clit underneath your fingers, more moisture pooling with every circle and stroke. “I actually wanna make it to the room so you can fuck me.”
“Girl, keep playin’ and I’ll pull over right now and make you take this dick on the side of the road. I don’t give a fuck.”
The blunt statement incites you to pick up speed, openly moaning now because it feels too fucking good to do anything else. So many nights you’d done this, secretly thinking of him the whole time, the pleasure in the moment too good to feel the guilt that would come soon after.
But now you don’t have to feel guilty because the feeling is mutual. Always has been. You’re allowed to take. To have him. “Jey, baby, I’m already so fuckin’ c-close—shit,” you whine in warning, leaking more than you ever have, belly tight with the too fast rising of your climax. “Fuuuuck, I’m gon’ come!”
Jey is so grateful for the red light that comes up, completely forgoing looking at the road in favor of your pretty face all scrunched up and your desperate hand working away between your legs. His own hand comes up to the back of your neck, maneuvering your head in his grasp to meet your heavily-lidded eyes with his sharp ones.
“Go ‘head, bae, get that fuckin’ nut and come for Daddy.”
And that’s really all you need.
It’s a fucking miracle, with how hard you come, that you don’t squirt all over your seats. Instead you just shake and shout so loud your throat feels raw as you quite literally experience heaven on earth, Jey a greedy voyeur at your side.
“Fuck, baby, gimme some,” and your head is still reeling so you don’t even have time to register his words before your hand is being snatched away and your fingers are in his mouth in record time. He moans so damn loud between sucks and licks, you would’ve thought he was the one that just came.
“Taste so fuckin’ good.”
A loud, abrupt honk interrupts you, bringing you back to reality. Oh, god—you really just came at a stoplight. “Hurry, baby, it’s green.”
Jey takes your fingers out his mouth but keeps a firm grip on your hand as he accelerates a touch too fast. Hazy with the orgasm, you thread your fingers in between his, neither of you caring about the dampness of your touch.
You quietly watch him the rest of the way. It’s just about three minutes but it’s three minutes spent with quiet shared looks between you and him, both of you marveling at each other, reveling in the newfound change in your relationship.
“C’mon, ma, we here,” Jey tells you while throwing the car in park in front of the ritzy hotel. He remains seated, however, when he glances over at you, eyes roving over your flushed face, lingering on the softness of your lips.
“I had you come for me but ain’t even kiss you yet,” he chuckles a touch boyish, bringing a smile to your face. “Shit hella backwards.”
You lean forward over the console, emboldened by his pure, honest desire for you mixed with that sweet earnestness you always loved. “You should fix that, then.”
Jey doesn’t need to be told any more. He leans forward, his big hands enveloping you, cradling your head to bring you closer and hold you as your lips finally touch. It’s automatic—how easy it is to kiss Jey.
Of course, it is. The rhythm unhurried and full of promise. His lips so soft and pliable upon your own. The pass of his tongue to get you to open up. How both of you moan at the meeting and slide of your tongues, the wetness there.
You reach up to grip his biceps that strain under his white tee, desperation keying up to an all-time high to feel how strong he is, how big. His hand drops down to the back of your neck, gripping there as your heads tilt to get deeper into the kiss.
“Fuck, Jey, I need you so bad,” you plead with a heaving chest as you break for air, his eyes so dark and pretty, “I can’t wait no more.”
On cue, a knock at your window has you turning to see a polite-looking valet trying peer through the tint. “Alright, shit, let’s go,” Jey agrees before bestowing another peck on your lips.
Both of you exit the car, you shyly nodding at the young valet as Jey comes around and hands your keys over. He grabs your hand, nodding his thanks at the man before tugging you along. Equally still intoxicated and riding the high of Jey has you stumbling once or twice after him but he only laughs and brings you closer, not so sober himself.
The elevator ride is unshockingly spent with him in your space, crowding you against the wall as his lips trail dizzying kisses along your neck, the line of your clavicle, licking into between your cleavage. You hold him close, fingers embedded into his mullet as you spread wide for him and grind onto his pelvis, feeling what lies underneath those pants for you.
“You don’t know how bad I want you, baby,” Jey says into your skin, his eyes low just like yours. “How sick I was when you were gone and recovering at home. How sick I get when someone thinks they can touch you. Can have you.”
You shake your head, messy bangs creeping into your eyes. “They can’t,” you avow faithfully, “not now. Not ever.”
Jey pulls back to look at you, unblinking. “You sure about that?”
“Yes, baby,” you reassure him easily, caressing his bearded jaw. Chest feeling like it’s gonna cave in with how fast your blood is pumping. “I’m yours, and I’m not doing that stupid storyline with Drew. I’m not doing it unless I can do it with you.”
Jey presses his forehead to yours, staring down at you so intensely, your toes curl in your heels. “You want that? You want the world to know you mine, mama?”
“‘Course, I do, daddy,” you tell him just as the elevator dings with the arrival to your floor and the doors slide open. “I want everybody knowing who I belong to, and who belongs to me.”
Jey mutters a fuck under his breath before taking your hand and leading you out of the elevator to your room with haste. You giggle as he struggles with the keycard, kissing along the back of his neck in the meantime before he eventually gains access to the room and snatches you into it.
As soon as the door slams, he’s on you again. Hands everywhere. Lips everywhere. You can barely keep up. He succinctly decides that he’s, “gotta taste you for real,” before putting his hands on your hips and guiding you towards the plush bed.
Before he pushes you down on it, you stop him with a hand to chest, the other hand reaching around for the zipper at your back. Jey is quick to help when you fumble, admiring the smooth skin of your back that gets revealed to him inch by inch the further the zipper goes down. You shift so he’s in front of you again, a sly smile on your lips as you shimmy out of the straps and drop the dress altogether to let it pool at your feet.
You’re naked as the day you came into this world with the exception of your panties and heels and Jey is eating you up with his eyes.
“Damn, baby—it ain’t fair how fuckin’ beautiful you are.”
You can't help but grin bashfully, especially as you coyly request, “if you’re gonna eat my pussy, can you at least take your shirt off for me, daddy?”
“Hell yeah, girl,” his overzealous agreement makes you giggle before taking your lip in between your teeth as his skin comes into view. Your eyes greedily rove over the ink, seeing it with new eyes. Taking in how fine he is. He notices your desire, how you unabashedly check him out, and nods towards the bed. “Sit that sexy ass down for me.“
You obey, excitement ramping up to see him kick off his Forces, his pecs flexing as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down. The sizable print he sports in his boxer briefs has your mouth watering instantly. If you were wet before, you were soaked now.
“Lay back, beautiful,” he says, approaching the bed. Which you do, head still spinning from the drinks and giddy as ever. Jey drops down to his knees, eyes greedily drinking in your bare skin from the length of your smooth legs all the way up to your round tits sitting on your chest, the brown nipples peaked and hard.
“Let me take care of you…”
And then your panties are coming down your thighs to be tugged off past your feet and thrown elsewhere. You’re more eager than you realize, spreading your legs without him having to tell or coax you. Pussy on display as Jey grips your hips to pull you closer, more open and wide for him.
You have the audacity to blush at the look of awe on his face as he studies the arousal threatening to drip down to your ass at this point. How soft and delicate you look in this special place.
“Pretty ass pussy,” he salivates over it, breath fanning your mound and clit in a dizzying manner. “You been hiding this from me, huh.” His thumb comes up to lightly circle that pearl, coaxing more cum out and making you whine already. “Hiding such a perfect pussy, knowing I be fiendin’ for it.”
He’s going to kill you before his mouth even touches you. “Baby—Jey, please.” The desperation bleeding out of you must work—you don’t even have to beg that much before he’s gripping your thighs and pushing them back to give one searing lick from hole to clit. “Oh, shit…”
He’s relentless after that.
He chooses to immediately focus on your still sensitive clit from the car orgasm, flicking and lapping at it with his tongue. You cannot help but to start twitching already, not when his mouth feels so fucking good. A mouth you imagined on you countless times but the dreaming pales in comparison to the real thing.
“Relax for me, baby,” his voice muffled by your wet cunt, a hand coming up to rest on your belly.
But that’s easier said than done. Jey is on a mission to make you feel good, kissing and licking your pussy with finesse and hunger. You helplessly run your fingers through his hair before gripping the curls for dear life, moaning and writhing on his mouth as he groans from your touch.
Jey rears back to spit on your pussy, not because you weren’t wet enough but because he’s nasty as hell, and the smug twinkle in his eye as he looks up to see your eyes rolling back after witnessing his filth is proof of that.
“Always knew you’d be so sweet,” he slurs in awe, lips messy and wet with you. “Can’t let nobody else taste it now.”
Instantly you’re shaking your head with the sheets in a death grip under your hands, voice guttural as you choke out, “nobody ever. Just you.”
Because it’s true. Just one taste of Jey, along the night’s revelations, already has you inwardly swearing off any other man.
“Oh, yeah?” Jey hums, greedy gaze drinking up the sight of your swollen clit under his thumb, the clear sticky fluid drooling out of you with every twist of his skilled finger down to the crack of your ass.
He decides your hole looks lonely and shifts his thumb so his other hand can enter the fray, two thick fingers tunneling their way in. Fucking through the tight grip that chokes them and makes his dick jump beneath damp fabric.
“You promise?” His voice so sweet even if his fingers were doing bad, bad things to you.
Embarrassingly and weakly, you nod down at him rapidly, making you look like some dumb bobble-head as your eyes widen and your grip tugs at the bleached ends of his mullet. “I promise, baby, I swear. It’s so good—don’t want no one else.”
Which he knows now. But the words are still validating as hell to hear. Jey needs you. Has needed you for a long, long time even when he was being stupid and fucking around with people that didn’t matter.
And nothing matters more in this moment to him than you and the pleasure you’ve been silently craving. His own desire intertwined with yours.
Eager to make you feel good, Jey’s mouth latches on your clit and he sucks hard while the tip of his tongue twirls in vicious, tight circles. Nevermind his fingers that still thrust and dig in you, hitting a spot that you’d often found difficult to reach with your own fingers. The sudden intensity sends you crying out, soles of your feet bearing down on Jey’s upper back as you try to not fucking explode in his arms.
Being so attuned to you, Jey senses the fraying restraint on your part, secretly thrilled to watch you try to fight it from between your thick thighs. “Yeah, mama, I know,” his smug yet soothing voice muffled against nothing but wet flesh, “can feel you squeezing my fingers.”
Blood rushes to ears, your face frowned up due to the relentless onslaught of Jey’s skilled mouth. You swear you’re not trying to tug his damn hair out but your grip does become firmer once you start lifting your hips to essentially ride his face. Not wanting the sensation to stop, getting so close…
“Jey—Daddy—oh my god, please.”
And he loves it—groaning loudly, still flicking that wicked tongue before using his free hand to crack you on the side of the ass to encourage the eager thrusts against his mouth. “Oh, fuck,” you moan into the air, head thrown against the fluffy covers. “Baby, s-shit—I think it’s co—unhhh—coming!”
Another hard swat to your ass. The curl of his fingers and the way he rubs against that one spot. Ramping up the pulling on his sucks that echo throughout the entire room and the speed of his tongue.
All that combined with his domineering order for you to, “gimme that shit,” into your over-heated, drenched skin and you’re gone.
The entire room feels like it splits open. You try to scream but the sound gets caught, trapped in your throat. Hips buck and toss against the overwhelming feeling. Thighs tense up and squeeze as your feet shake and your eyes slide back into your skull.
Jey doesn’t move. Holds you through it. Licks and kisses you through it. His handsome face set with determination in the midst of your thighs that has you finally mustering a weak sob that gets bulldozed by drawn out moans.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t…” And you start to push at his shoulders, oversensitivity rushing through your entire frame.
Kindly, Jey rears back and takes a moment to admire your gushy cunt before glancing up to your flushed face. The rapid speed of your blinking at the ceiling convinces him to take pity and come to his feet rather than attach his mouth back to his new favorite place.
“Did so good…” his voice sounds far away and you claw at any strength you can to look down and see his hands at his waistband.
Before you can really register that what he’s doing is taking his underwear off, the entirety of him is free. Hard, long, and thick. Hanging heavy between his tatted tights. So brown and pretty.
Goddamn.
Now, look, subconsciously you were aware, in a way, that Jey wasn’t small or even average. With certain men it’s just obvious. The way they walk, the way they talk. You remember having a conversation like this with Trin—her not outright saying that Jimmy was gifted but that he wasn’t being called Big Jim for no reason. Which got you thinking. And what a coincidence it was that Jey just so happened to walk in the room, Trin raising her brows and glancing at her brother-in-law and then to you, pointedly.
So, yeah, you knew but it still makes your heart skip a beat and has you rearing up onto your elbows, getting a better look as his right hand comes up to start stroking the length of it. Maybe you look horrified to Jey because his other hand comes up to your ankle, thumb brushing over the diamond anklet. “We’ll go slow, baby,” he murmurs, a sweet offer and promise. “I got you.”
Though it’s funny he thinks you’re scared—initially startled, yes—and not as terribly horny as you are. You leer at him under the dark fan of your lashes. “Give me that dick,” you drawl lustfully, spreading your legs even further. The surprised flash of his eyes only further emboldens you, lights a fire in your chest. “I ain’t fuckin’ scared.”
Because you’re not—this is Jey. He would never hurt you. He’s gonna take care of you.
“Shit, girl,” he exhales breathlessly before bringing his knees up to the bed, scooting your bodies further into the middle. Right hand still stroking his dick and making your tongue dart out to your lips as you peek.
He sees the pink wetness of it and hungrily claims your mouth with his own, the kiss quickly turning wet and filthy. Twin moans fall out of you that only stretch further at the sensation of that mushroom tip sliding against you.
“Can’t be talkin’ like that—what if I wanna be a gentleman, huh? Take my time with my favorite girl?”
Any other time, that’d be good and wonderful but the liquor is flowing through your veins and you’re in the arms of this sexy man who is yours after so long. So, you take matters into your hands, knowing how stubborn Jey can be.
You laugh cruelly, gazing up into his glazed over eyes. “Drew wouldn’t be gentle.”
The fire instantly ignited in his gaze is your fault, you know it, and so is the way he cocks his hips back, tip pressing into you faster than you’re prepared. “Wait, wai—” But it’s too late, thundering heart coming to a halt as the breath in your lungs is pushed out of you the same second he pushes all the way in. “Fuck!”
“Shut that shit up, lil girl,” he growls, eyes fluttering at the tightness enveloping him. “Been waitin’ too fuckin’ long and yo’ ass wanna play.”
You did want this, you did but Jesus.
Unable to do much else, you wrap your legs around Jey’s waist and clutch at his broad shoulders as he starts the punishing pace he sets to pound you into the mattress. Squirming and twisting under his strong hold doesn’t do anything other than make him grip your waist and pull your hips into his. The meeting of your bodies borderline painful but so good.
All you can do is take it, and he says as much, spitting down at you, “been bad all fucking night, you gon’ stay here and get this dick.”
It’s getting to be too much, and too quickly. A deep sense of fear is building within—there’s no way you can be coming again so fast. He barely just started.
“S-s-shit, Joshua, I’m f-finna…fuck!”
Above you, chain swinging in your face, Jey nods cockily, gaze darting between the disbelief on your pretty face and the hypnotizing bounce of your tits. “Talkin’ shit but already nuttin’ on Daddy’s dick?” he huffs out, reaching up to grasp your chin in his warm palm. “Did I say you could do that?”
You shake your head under his hand helplessly, pathetically. “No b-but I still gotta! Can’t fucking stop!” Hard rhythmic clenches around him to prove your point. Desperate hands clawing and scratching at his skin. “I-I’mma nut on that dick!”
If he wants you to stop, he’s certainly not helping by latching his wet mouth onto your left nipple, sucking and tugging the brown peak between his teeth. “Jey, oh shittt…!”
That's the last of any warning you’re able to give him before crashing headfirst into another orgasm, shaking throughout the process, only seeing white and feeling Jey’s touch.
Rather than slowing down and letting you come down softly, he rears up off your body a little, snaking a hand up to your throat. The wet slapping noise of your fucking ramping up as Jey only swings his hips harder and applies the right amount of pressure at the sides of your neck.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…” Lousy pleas through gasps and eager sucks of air that he’s controlling. Jey is blurry through your tear-pooled eyes but you can see the gold in his mouth when he grins at the feel of your hand scrambling up to grip his wrist.
“This what you wanted?” he teases, a little mean and absolutely perfect. You’re unsure if you nod or don’t but he laughs all the same. “Never woulda thought my baby was a slut.”
Degradation isn’t always your cup of tea but Jey does it so good that it’s hard to do anything but be just that—a slut.
His slut.
Something is brewing deep down, in the lower pits of your heaving stomach. That initial discomfort that bleeds into an urgent feeling that feels like oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
You’re thrashing now, as best as you can, head tossing left and right. The heels of your feet kick at his ribs but he still doesn’t slow down. Panicked, you push at his chest, his belly, anything.
“Don’t fuckin’ run,” Jey snarls, fingers flexing at your throat, digging into your guts. “Lemme stroke this pussy the way I want.”
But he doesn’t understand. “Jey, s-slow down—I gotta pee.”
These sheets are nice and soft, an expensive cotton—probably Egyptian—and you’d really hate to ruin them.
But, of course, Jey couldn’t care less about the sheets. He leans down right above your face, warm breath mixing with your puffy gasps. “You not gettin’ outta this, baby. Ion give a fuck if you piss, just as long as you come on this dick some mo’.”
That vulgarity paired with the way he shifts into you, ramming into a very delicious spot, is more than enough to have your back arching painfully beneath his big body, a wild screech climbing its way out of your lungs, nails digging deep in his wrist and the poor sheets you’re about to destroy.
“Wet that shit up, mama. Right now,” he barks roughly, his voice the trigger on making your pussy gush around him, spraying onto his lower belly and even reaching up to his chest the more he keeps fucking you. “That’s right…”
Mercy is granted once the last weak pulses die down. Jey carefully slides out of you, him wincing and you whimpering at the loss. The whimpers tumble into low sobs and shakes. Curling up on your side, he’s quick to follow, shushing you and pushing hair out of your face all the while.
“Baby, you okay? Did I go too hard?” His warmth envelops your body, the mass of him curling around you, his eyes scanning your damp face. “Please, say something.”
You remain quiet for another few seconds, blinking yourself back into reality. “I’m good,” you finally say after some time, moments full of his soothing caresses and slightly anxious gazing. “That was good.”
Jey studies your features a little longer, and when he is convinced that you’re not lying for his sake, he’s careful in nudging your bodies over and out of the wet spot. “Yeah, you right—it was good,” he agrees, in between your legs again with a thumb brushing over the line of your smooth jaw. “Squirted all over me like a good girl. Shit so sexy.”
You let out a bashful laugh, eyes sliding over to some random unfocused point in the room. “Made me do it harder than my toys.”
“Oh, shit, for real?” When you look back over, he’s grinning eagerly, making you snort a little with a roll of your eyes. “I knew I had it like that but damn.”
Jey laughs when you push at his shoulder, dropping a tender kiss to your collarbone. “Whatever, Joshua.”
Now, this is what you’re used to. Pure comfort with your best friend. Not whatever messy bullshit you two were doing earlier.
Gazing up at him, those big brown eyes, his beautiful wide nose that you trail a fingertip down, you register he is still very much hard between your thighs. “You know what would really be the last and final step to making me yours?” you muse softly, making his brows rise in question. “Coming inside me.”
The softness of the moment bleeds into that earlier heat. Jey’s eyes darken and he inhales deep, as if to steady himself. You are still awed by the effect you have on him, how you haven’t seen it all this time.
Shaking his head but smiling all the same, he tells you, “you got a wild mouth, girl,” and starts rubbing along your thigh, your ass.
You smile back, raking a hand through his sweat-damp, frizzy curls—there’s no telling what your blowout looks like right now. “I dunno know ‘bout all that…”
“Uh-huh, and what do you know?”
“That I want you to fuck me, Daddy.”
How can Jey refuse that sweet wish?
When he slides back in it’s with you folded in half, ankles by your ears and him breathing deep into your parted mouth. The moan that breaks out of you both is one of shared satisfaction.
Your eyes never break away from his, even as the first long strokes turn into something harder and a little reckless. Desperate and maybe a little unhinged, driven by the need to claim you. His eyes dance with the challenge. Like he can’t help it.
It punches the air out of your lungs. Already so good again, already so… “…deep. You’re so deep in me—oh my god!”
Jey groans above the sounds of wet pussy squelching filthily in the air. “Take my dick so good, baby. Only like you can.” The praise has you dripping down his balls. “Tight as hell, too—what you got all this good pussy for, hm?”
The answering cry is instinctual, automatic. You don’t even have to think about it. Your body knows. “For you! It’s f-for you!”
Still staring deep into your eyes, Jey nods approvingly, cockily, “Yeah, that’s right. Grippin’ me like you own me. This your dick? Tell me.”
With every eye-rolling thrust, you have no choice but to chant, “yes, yes, yes.”
Jey is grinning but you can barely see it, eyes blurred by mind-numbing pleasure. He takes it in the way your legs start to shake on his shoulders, the desperate way you claw at his skin and the whites of your eyes proudly. He’s doing this to you, and no one else.
Seeing you so fucked out has him silding a hand underneath your neck, scooping you up to urge your plush lips back to his for a downright nasty kiss that you both moan loudly into. The kind that makes your brain all floaty and your body numb. When he breaks away, you start to whine, blindly pawing at him. You’re already the closest you can physically be to him, and still it’s not enough.
If he wasn’t so hellbent on proving to you why he’s the only one you need, Jey would’ve been come. But he is—there’s no way y’all are leaving this the same way before. He’s going to make sure of that.
“That shit feel good, don’t it? I know you wanna come again, leaking all over me and shit.”
The mention of another orgasm has you slightly panicking—you didn’t think you could come again—because once he says it, you start to feel that impending rush, deep in your belly. Your soul.
Snapping back into clarity, you look up at Jey beeseechingly, hair wild with the way you shake your head. “No, I can’t, Jey.”
“Then why you gettin’ tighter?” He asks in a mocking tone that does indeed have you clenching and pulsing like your life depends on it. “Why you been creamin’ on Daddy’s dick?”
You try to protest again but any defiance is snatched out of you by the feel of his big hands coming up to grip your thighs as his thrusts become even more intense, hitting that sweet spot that has your chest damn near caving in.
Jey can sense your disbelief and panic, dropping his forehead down to yours. How can he look so sweet while beating your pussy up? While snaking a hand down to touch and circle your clit with deadly precision?
“It’s okay, baby, you don’t gotta fight it. Show me how good I make you feel. One more time, so Daddy can nut in his pussy. One more time, so I can make you mine.”
That last sentence has it ripping through you. Stars burst behind your eyelids. You actually think you can see heaven. Overstimulated isn’t even the word. You’re on the fucking moon.
“Aw, shit, bae—squirting all over me again.”
And you didn’t even know that. Too busy caught up in the earth-shattering waves of your orgasm to catch Jey craning his neck down for a better view of your gushing pussy, how his eyes roll back up into his head as he drills into you.
“Tell me you love me.” It’s not just a command but it’s a need. One that tethers you back to Earth, to him.
Slightly taken aback, your gaze sharpens to see his laser-focused on you. Waiting. Pleading, almost. As if you could love anyone else. He’s entirely ruined you in the best way.
He did all this to you, and still doesn’t know it?
Overcome, you slide your hands into his hair, softly scratching at his scalp. He moans at the sensation. “I love you, Jey. I do, so much. Only you, I swear.”
Your confession of long felt feelings has him groaning loud, teeth gritting. “Fuck—I gotta come.”
It makes the taste of your pleasure even sweeter, feeling him shake over you, his muttered curses rumbling in your ear as he holds you close. The heat of his body bleeding into yours. At this point, your bodies were one and nothing could feel better.
“Please come, Daddy,” you mewl up at him, exhaustion creeping in on you under all the pleasure-pain. “Come inside me, I need to feel it.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
It’s not long before he does as you ask of him, sitting deep to shoot thick rope after thick rope of his warm cum into your willing body. The feeling so good and dizzying that it has you giggling, eyes pooling with unshed tears.
Even through the ebbs of his pleasure, Jey cracks an eye open to check on you. However crazy you look, it makes him smile.
When the last ebbs of his orgasm fade, and it’s just you and him slowly careening back to the present, Jey rears up to hover above, watching you still giggle.
And, of course, because he always has to play.
“Damn, my dick was that trash?”
He joins in your laughter when you playfully slap him upside the head, eyes bright and beautiful. “If you call four orgasms trash, then sure, yeah,” you snort, pushing him off of you once he pulls out.
Without a lick of shame, you get up and traverse the span of the floor all the way to the bathroom, not a stitch of fabric on you. However, before you get there, Jey is calling your name, making you look over your shoulder.
He looks so good there, just as nude, just as shameless. Head propped up on his elbow as he watches you. Teeth gleaming with a grin that screams, just got laid. “By the way? I love you, too.”
And when your eyes soften a certain way, just for him, under the lights…Jey has to wonder to himself why he was even jealous at all.
a/n: holy shit whyyy did i write all that??? i be fiendin’ for his fine ass, that’s why 😵💫 plus the jey tag was looking a lil dry, so why not 🤭 anyways, this is my first time posting any smut on tumblr even tho i lurk on here allll the time, so pls share anything nice if you’re willing and able! likes and comments are appreciated, please! byeee gonna cleanse my soul now!!!! 🤍
Hiiii!! I hope you’re doing amazing! I’m sorry you’re having a bit of writers block at the moment as I know how difficult that can be!! I saw you opened your requests to see if that would help so I figured I would request something!
Maybe Rhea x Reader, where Reader is also a wrestler and her aesthetic is super girly and cute and bubbly (kinda like Tiffany Stratton) and something about it just draws Rhea in. Like she tried to act like she hates it and doesn’t like Reader, but eventually she just can’t and caves to how adorable Reader is and it brings out Rhea’s sweet side! 🩷
rhea ripley x reader
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
‼️nothing major, rhea’s sexual thoughts tho…a lot of fluff and sweet moments, reader being a tease (let’s pretend rhea is still champion here) ‼️
heartbeat
rhea hated when someone tried to take her title away. but she hated even more when you became her main opponent for a title run.
you and the dark haired woman were completely the opposite. you were a face, she was a heel. you wore pink, she wore black. you were kind and loved backstage, she was a menace with anyone who dared to even look into her eyes.
she hated the idea of having to fight with you. she already handled a liv morgan, a tiffany stratton and now she had to face you.
she absolutely despised having you as her main opponent and no matter how many times she tried to resonate with adam, he said that you deserved that title run more than anyone. and she knew it too. she observed you. you were good, you were smart, you worked more on psychological fights than physical fights and for the first time, rhea was afraid.
you and her never really talked outside of the company. she wasn’t in your group and you weren’t in hers.
so the first time you got to share a few words was when you two had a promo and even if rhea looked so intimidating, you were ready for a challenge and you showed her who you really were.
“so you think you can take my title?” she shouted into the mic, staring at you. she looked for something that could have scared you away but she find nothing.
you simply laughed, taking a few steps forward her “i’m damn sure i can” you stated making the crowd cheer.
she was ready to reply back. she was so ready to put you in place but having you so close to her made her freeze. your vanilla scent intoxicating her. your challenging eyes never leaving her face. something about you made her even more interested into this feud. you made her heart beat fast and she couldn’t understand why.
“cat got your tongue, mami?” you teased her, hearing even more chants from the crowd.
“stay out of my way” she said coldly before dropping the mic to the ground and leaving the ring.
as days passed, rhea moved cautiously around you. observing you at the gym, observing the way your body moved inside the ring as you trained. she couldn’t help the filthy thoughts running in her head when she saw the sweat dripping down your body.
watching you fight other opponents and she hated admitting it but she found you extremely attractive. she never imagined herself being attracted by some barbie doll prototype but here she was.
you, flaunting your pink gear, your perfect make up and curled hair, ready to fight liv morgan - once again.
you knew it was going to be an easy match. you fought liv multiple times and you always won but somehow it didn’t go exactly as you planned. sure, you got your win but liv managed to injury you.
rhea watched all the match behind the scenes and a lump form in her throat.
how the heck did liv manage to injury you? she was supposed to keep you safe inside the ring just like you did with her and instead she fucked up and probably costed you a title run.
she should be happy that you weren’t her opponent any longer but she was actually looking for a chance to fight you.
you struggled walking back, helped by some trainers, they let you sit comfortably in the medical area as a doctor checked upon on you.
sprained ankle.
a couple of weeks of no fighting, no training at the gym and no title run opportunity. this was definitely not what you were expecting.
as you slowly walked back to the locker room, you were stopped by the infamous rhea ripley.
“hey…” she greeted you, making you look at her with a confused expression.
“i’m out of your way now, are you happy?” you sarcastically asked her but you saw how serious she was.
“no, not really…i was really looking forward to fight you, can’t believe im stuck again with that mid morgan girl” she said, clearly mad.
her words made you laugh “it won’t be for too long, give me a month to recover and then i’ll happily pin you down the floor” you teased, seeing her blush.
her strong facade fell when you talked dirty to her. she felt her cheeks burn but she tried to keep up with you “i can’t wait for that moment to come then…”
you were absolutely in for whatever rhea was trying to do with you “challenge accepted then, see you in a month” you winked but as soon as you tried to walk again, a sharp pain rang through your foot, making you flinch a little.
“hey, you okay?” rhea immediately asked when she saw the pain expression in your eyes.
“i have to get used to walk with just one foot” you laughed.
“here, let me help you…” her hand softly moved around your hip, helping you back to the locker room so you could gather your belongings and then go straight to the hotel. she walked slowly, never forcing you or your body.
“i didn’t know rhea was a kind one” you joked, making her laugh.
“i’m not. i never liked you y/n…this bubbly energetic person you are, i always hated it…too much pink, too much kindness” she whispered.
“why is it in the past?”
“because somehow your annoying personality caught my attention” she confessed, making you look at her with a teasing face.
“that’s good to keep in mind next time i’m facing you in the ring…” you said making her roll her eyes.
once you got to the locker room, rhea packed all of your stuff. your make up, your clothes, your perfume - the vanilla perfume - and she took the bag over her shoulder.
“do you need a ride to the hotel?” she offered and you couldn’t turn her offer down so you agreed.
as you were settled in her car, you found her to be a comforting presence. maybe she really wasn’t the mean one everyone talked about.
before you could speak, metal songs blasted through the speakers and it took you a couple of minutes to realise that you and rhea couldn’t be more different “do you really listen to that?” you asked, a little confused.
“yeah…it’s amazing” she happily said as she drove.
“it’s giving me a headache” you complained, making her roll her eyes for the second time that night.
“what do you listen uh? let me guess? taylor swift?” she said almost too annoyed.
“hey! she’s a good artist! and no, i listen other people too! i listen to people who actually make music and not scream into a microphone for three minutes straight” oh you were so in for a tease right now and seeing how she scrunched her nose made you feel like you were hitting the right buttons.
“let’s not start or i’ll drop you here in the middle of the road” she joked, clearly amused by the whole situation. you ended up sitting there and watching her driving fast around town.
she helped you with the bags and only left your hotel room once she made sure that you were okay. she even left you her phone number so you could call her in case something happened - as she said.
a week has passed and you couldn’t even lie to yourself - you were actually enjoying texting rhea and having random conversations in the middle of the night with her. you remember texting her once you got home and asked her if she wanted to come over as you were bored and reluctantly she accepted.
she would be lying to herself but you attracted her. you were like a magnet and she couldn’t get enough of you. she would help you any time you asked her.
randomly going through your tiktok, you heard the bell ringing and without thinking twice, you slowly got up and opened the door, finding an adorable rhea ripley with junk food in one hand and a pink fluffy blanket in the other.
you looked at her for a second, too stunned to speak.
“you letting me in or are we going to stare at each other all day long?” she asked, her usual sarcastic tone lingering with some sneaky jokes too.
“oh sorry, yeah, come in…i wasn’t expecting you with food and a pink blanket…i actually wasn’t expecting you at all” you joked, trying to ease the tension a little bit because you had no idea why was rhea in your living room now.
“i was at the supermarket and i had my day off, i saw the blanket and i thought you would like it…here” she handed you the blanket almost as she was annoyed by it, trying to maintain her dark and mean side but deep down you knew that she was a softie.
you gladly accepted the gift and invited her to sit on the couch with you “what about the food?” you teased her, seeing her rolling her eyes at any remark you made was now a habit.
“i was hungry and i thought you would like some food too…” she tried so hard not to go soft with you but your smile and bubbly personality were making it hard for her.
“rhea ripley thought of me? i feel honoured” you laughed making her giggle.
“shut up and eat while i pick a movie…” she stated as she started swiping movies catalogue on netflix.
she chose something fun, something romantic, knowing that it was your favourite genre of film.
“i’m pretty sure you’re studying me so in two weeks you know how to make me lose against you for the title run” you joked, making her laugh.
“honey, there’s no way you’re gonna beat my ass during that run, that’s my title and my title only but i’ll happily pin you down” she turned her face to you, a sneaky smirk on her face as her mind fantasised about the idea of having to pin you down, under her body.
“you so sure about that ripley?” you tested her “what if i am the one to pin you down?
rhea wouldn’t mind having you over her to be honest. in any other situation she would have let you being in charge but not when there was her title on the line.
“we will see in a couple of weeks” she winked “now watch the movie before i put some freaky horror on” she teased you knowing how much you hated horror movies.
“okay mami” you whispered making her roll her eyes - again. you displayed the pink blanket over your body and over rhea’s body too “before you say anything, it’s cold outside and i don’t wanna hear you complain for the next two hours” but rhea definitely wasn’t going to complain. she never had you so close, your body was like a magnet and was so close to hers that it was enough to keep her warm. your head softly laid over her shoulder and even if you couldn’t see her, you felt her body relax against you.
maybe she was going to pin you in the ring but you knew who was really in charge outside of the company and seeing her so calm and relaxed in your presence made you feel something different about your friendship, as if there was something more but you couldn’t really point it out.
spending the rest of the night in each other’s company, joking and laughing about the smallest things.
as the second movie of the night ended, you really needed to stretch yourself out as you grew a little uncomfortable sitting for almost four hours in the same position. she helped you standing up and you slowly tested the water, instead of putting your hands around her shoulders as you always did, you put them around her waist.
the height difference between you two was pretty obvious but that didn’t stop you to have your way with her “i have a feeling you feel something for me” you teased her watching her in her eyes.
“i don’t know what you are talking about…” she tried so hard to maintain her composure but she was struggling, especially when she had you so close.
“so what if i asked you to kiss me? would you back up?” you always been a tease but this was something else even for you.
“no…” she whispered, her eyes softly looking down at you.
before she could make any move, you kissed her. your lips meeting her soft ones, a smile pressed on her face as you kept kissing her “i’m definitely gonna pin you rhea” you whispered, making her chuckle.
“keep dreaming barbie” as she grew more comfortable, her hand moved behind your back and pressed you against her body “remember, it’s always monday night mami…” her devious look was back as if you helped her gain her confidence back around you.
“you know…i’m always in for a challenge…”
yeah, maybe she was the rhea ripley but you knew how good you were and being able to tease her and make her so flustered around you was definitely a weapon in your sleeve.
“we will see pretty girl…” falling in love with the enemy wasn’t definitely her plan but somehow you managed to make her heart beat faster anytime you were close and now she felt like she couldn’t get enough of you.
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i’m receiving a few requests and i’m trying to overcome my writer block 🤞🏼🩷 thank you for your patience and kind words 🩷🩷
↪ synopsis » Yn returns home after a stressful day, finding comfort in her wife Rhea’s relaxed beauty. Invited to relax on the couch, their intimacy grows, leading to passionate exchanges as they move to the bedroom.
↪ pairing » olderdom!rhearipley x youngersub!reader
Yn steps into the home she shares with her wife rhea, briefcase in hand, the weight of the day pressing heavily on her shoulders. The office had been a battleground, emails flying like arrows, deadlines looming like storm clouds, and colleagues snapping under the pressure. She exhales deeply, the sound echoing in the quiet house, as she closes the door behind her. The briefcase thudding to the floor. she pauses, taking a moment to let the silence of the house sink in, the soft glow of the living room lamp casting a warm, inviting light that fills the house with a calming feeling.
Rhea lounges on the couch, her body relaxed vision of casual sensuality. Her toned physique is accentuated by the tight sports bra and shorts she wears, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. Her perky breasts rise and fall with her steady breathing, and her sculpted legs are stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other, a picture of effortless beauty. Yn’s eyes are drawn to her, unable to look away, as if Rhea’s presence is a magnet pulling her in. The stress of the day momentarily fades as Yn drinks in the sight of her partner, a quiet appreciation settling in her chest.
Rhea catches Yn’s lingering gaze, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “Rough day?” she asks, her voice low and inviting, a purr that seems to resonate deep within Yn’s core. There’s a warmth in her tone, a promise of comfort and release, that instantly eases the tension in Yn’s muscles. Yn nods, the briefcase forgotten at her feet, she takes a step closer, her movements heavy with fatigue. “You have no idea,” she replies, her voice tinged with exhaustion but also a hint of relief at being home.
Rhea sits up, her smirk deepening as she pats the cushion beside her. “Come here,” she says, her voice soft but commanding. Yn complies, sinking onto the couch, her body instinctively leaning toward Rhea’s. The proximity is electric, Rhea’s scent—a mix of sweat from an earlier workout and her signature floral perfume—filling Yn’s senses. Rhea’s hand slides up Yn’s thigh, a bold move that sends a jolt of desire through her. “Let’s blow off some steam,” Rhea purrs, her fingers tracing patterns on Yn’s skin.
Yn shivers at the touch, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as Rhea’s words ignite a spark within her. “How do you plan on doing that?” she asks, her voice husky, her body already responding to Rhea’s touch. Rhea’s smirk turns predatory, her eyes darkening with intent. “You’ll see,” she replies, standing and offering Yn her hand. Yn takes it, allowing Rhea to pull her up, the connection between them is intense. The air crackles with anticipation as Rhea leads her to the bedroom, her grip firm.
The bedroom is a sanctuary, the soft lighting and cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Rhea pushes Yn gently onto the bed, her movements deliberate and full of purpose. Yn lies back, her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as Rhea looms over her. The kiss that follows is hungry, desperate, their lips crashing together with a force that speaks of pent-up desire. Yn’s hands roam, her fingers tangling in Rhea’s hair, pulling her closer as if to erase any distance between them.
Rhea’s hands are just as eager, sliding down Yn’s body, mapping her curves that sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers grip Rhea’s ass, squeezing the firm flesh as Rhea grinds her hips against Yn’s, their bodies moving in a rhythm that feels primal and urgent. Rhea’s wet pussy presses against Yn’s throbbing clit, the friction sending waves of pleasure through them both. Yn moans into the kiss, her body arching off the bed, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.
Rhea breaks the kiss, her breath hot against Yn’s ear, her voice a low growl. “Need you now,” she whispers, her words sending a jolt of desire straight to Yn’s core. Without hesitation, Rhea’s hands move to Yn’s clothes, yanking them off, leaving Yn breathless. Her blouse is torn open, buttons popping, her skirt pooled at her feet, her underwear discarded without a second thought. Yn lies bare before Rhea, her skin flushed, her body trembling with anticipation.
Rhea’s gaze rakes over her, a look of pure hunger in her eyes. She kneels between Yn’s legs, her fingers tracing the contours of her body, teasing and tantalizing. Yn’s breath hitches as Rhea’s fingers dive between her legs, her touch confident and knowing. Rhea’s pussy is dripping, her arousal evident as she presses her fingers against Yn’s entrance, sliding them inside with a groan. “So wet for me,” Rhea murmurs, her voice thick with desire as she begins to finger Yn relentlessly, her movements steady and deep.
Yn’s head falls back, her body tensing as pleasure washes over her. “Rhea,” she gasps, as she pleads for more. Rhea’s fingers work their magic, her touch firm yet tender, her thumb brushing against Yn’s clit in a rhythm that has her squirming and moaning. The room is filled with the sounds of their desire—the wetness of Rhea’s fingers, the hitch of Yn’s breath, the soft groans that escape their lips.
But Rhea isn’t content to let Yn have all the pleasure. With a growl, she shifts, her mouth descending to Yn’s pussy, her tongue lapping at her clit with fierce hunger. Yn’s hips buck off the bed, her hands tangling in Rhea’s hair, holding her close as she devours her. Rhea’s tongue is relentless, flicking and sucking, her lips pressing kisses along Yn’s sensitive flesh. “Fuck, Rhea,” Yn cries, her voice breaking as pleasure builds, threatening to overwhelm her.
Rhea’s mouth is a torrent of sensation, her tongue mapping every inch of Yn’s pussy, her fingers continuing to thrust inside her. Yn’s body is a tempest of feeling, her nerves on fire, her skin flushed and damp with sweat. “Cum for me,” Rhea commands, her voice muffled against Yn’s flesh, her words sending Yn over the edge. Yn screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm tears through her, waves of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Rhea doesn’t give her time to recover, her mouth moving up Yn’s body, her lips capturing Yn’s in a kiss that tastes of her own arousal. Yn’s hands roam, her fingers tracing Rhea’s body, her touch desperate and needy. “Your turn,” Yn whispers, her voice hoarse, her body still trembling from her orgasm. Rhea smirks, her eyes dark with desire, as she shifts positions, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs in invitation.
Yn’s eyes lock onto Rhea’s glistening pussy, her lips parting in anticipation. She leans down, her breath ghosting over Rhea’s sensitive flesh, teasing her with the promise of what’s to come. “Impatient, aren’t we?” Yn teases, her voice low and sultry, as she presses a soft kiss to Rhea’s inner thigh, deliberately avoiding the core of her desire. Rhea’s body twitches, her hands gripping the sheets, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “Yn, please,” she begs, her voice raw with need.
Yn chuckles, a deep, throaty sound, before finally giving Rhea what she craves. Her tongue flicks out, tracing the outline of Rhea’s pussy, savoring the taste of her arousal. Rhea moans, her hips lifting off the bed, seeking more contact. Yn’s tongue dives in, lapping at her clit with deliberate slowness, relishing the way Rhea’s body reacts to her touch. “That’s it,” Yn murmurs, her voice vibrating against Rhea’s skin, “let go for me.”
Rhea’s cries grow louder, her body arching and twisting as Yn’s mouth works its magic. Yn’s fingers join in, sliding into Rhea’s wet heat, curling to stroke her G-spot as her tongue continues its relentless assault on her clit. Rhea’s breath is coming in desperate pants, her body strung tight like a bow, every nerve ending screaming for release. “Yn, I’m close,” she whimpers, her voice barely audible.
“Not yet,” Yn growls, her tone commanding as she slows her movements, drawing out Rhea’s pleasure until she’s trembling on the edge. Rhea’s body is a masterpiece of tension, every muscle taut, her skin glistening with sweat. Yn’s mouth moves lower, sucking one of Rhea’s thighs into her mouth, biting gently before returning to her pussy with renewed fervor. “Cum for me, baby,” Yn demands, her voice a rough whisper.
Rhea’s body shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. She screams Yn’s name, her walls clenching around Yn’s fingers as she floods the bed with her release. Yn drinks her in, lapping up every drop, her tongue soothing Rhea’s oversensitive flesh as she rides out her orgasm. When Rhea finally collapses back onto the bed, her body limp and sated, Yn kisses her way up, capturing Rhea’s lips in a tender, lingering kiss.
“Your turn,” Rhea repeats, her voice still breathless as she pushes herself up, her eyes gleaming with desire. Yn smirks, reaching for the strap-on she keeps in the drawer, her movements swift and purposeful. She secures it, the harness fitting snugly around her hips, the dildo standing proud and ready. Rhea watches, her breath coming in short gasps, her body arching off the bed as Yn positions herself between her legs. “Fuck me,” Rhea demands, her voice a raw plea, her hands reaching out to grip Yn’s hips.
Yn teases her, the head of the strap-on pressing against Rhea’s entrance, sliding along her wet lips before pushing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust. Rhea gasps, her body tightening around the intrusion, her walls clenching as Yn begins to move. The rhythm is relentless, each thrust sending the dildo deep into Rhea’s core, the friction between them electric. Rhea’s cries fill the room, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation as Yn pounds into her, her hips moving with a force that speaks of her own desire.
Their bodies glisten with sweat, the air thick with the scent of their arousal. Rhea’s hands grip the sheets, her nails digging into the fabric as she meets each thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with Yn’s. The sound of their lovemaking is raw and primal—the slap of skin against skin, the wetness of their bodies, the moans that escape their lips. Yn’s breath comes in short gasps, her muscles straining as she drives into Rhea, her own pleasure building with each thrust.
Rhea’s orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her body convulsing, her walls clenching around the strap-on as she screams Yn’s name. Yn follows, her own release tearing through her, her body shuddering as she cums hard, her moans harmonizing with Rhea’s in a symphony of ecstasy. Their cries fill the room, the intensity of their passion echoing off the walls as they collapse onto the bed, their bodies spent and sated.
Exhausted and breathless, they lie tangled together, their limbs intertwined, their hearts racing in unison. Rhea pulls Yn close, her arms wrapping around her, their breaths syncing as they come down from the heights of their passion. The stress of the day is a distant memory, forgotten in the aftermath of their intense, passionate fuck. Yn’s head rests on Rhea’s chest, her ear pressed against her heartbeat, the rhythm steady and soothing.
“That was…” Yn begins, her voice trailing off as she searches for the right words. Rhea kisses the top of her head, her fingers tracing patterns on Yn’s back. “Exactly what you needed,” Rhea finishes, her voice soft and satisfied. Yn smiles, her body relaxed, her mind clear for the first time in hours. Sleep begins to tug at her eyelids, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with her. Rhea’s arms tighten around her, their bodies fitting together perfectly, as they drift off, the world outside fading away.
In the quiet of the bedroom, their breaths sync, their hearts beating as one, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the house settling. The day’s stress is a distant memory, washed away by the intensity of their passion, their love, and their connection. As sleep overtakes them, their limbs remain tangled, their bodies still warm from their exertions, a silent promise of more to come hanging in the air. The world can wait; for now, they are lost in each other, the only place they want to be.
Yn’s dreams are vivid, filled with the sensation of Rhea’s touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice. Even in sleep, her body hums with the memory of their passion, a lingering warmth that keeps the shadows of the day at bay. Rhea stirs beside her, her hand instinctively reaching out to pull Yn closer, as if to ensure she’s still there. Their connection is unbreakable, a bond forged in desire and deepened by every touch, every kiss, every moment they share.
The night deepens, and the world outside remains oblivious to the sanctuary they’ve created. Inside, they are untouchable, their love a fortress against the chaos of life. As the first light of dawn creeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room, Yn blinks awake, her senses slowly returning. Rhea’s steady breathing is a lullaby, her body a source of comfort and strength. Yn smiles, her hand tracing the contours of Rhea’s face, her thumb brushing softly over her cheekbone.
Rhea’s eyes flutter open, a lazy smile spreading across her lips as she meets Yn’s gaze. “Morning,” she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep. Yn leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “Morning,” she replies, her heart swelling with affection. The moment is tender, a quiet interlude between the storms of life, a reminder of why they fight so hard to keep their world intact.
Rhea props herself up on one elbow, her eyes scanning Yn’s face with a mixture of love and mischief. “You ready for round two?” she teases, her hand sliding down Yn’s side, her touch sending a spark of anticipation through her. Yn laughs, a soft, genuine sound, as she pulls Rhea back down, their bodies pressing together in a warm embrace. “Give me five minutes and a cup of coffee, and I’m all yours,” she promises, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear.
Rhea’s laughter is infectious, her body relaxing into Yn’s as they lie there, content in each other’s arms. The world outside can wait a little longer. For now, they are exactly where they need to be, lost in the simplicity of their love, the complexity of their passion, and the unspoken promise of forever.
author's note: hi my loves!! honestly have nothing to say other than this was a random idea that was born out of how fine jimmy looked here I hope y'all enjoy it😭
synopsis: in which you've been ovulating and taking your frustrations out on jimmy because you're too stubborn to ask him for what you need. lucky for you, jimmy knows just what to do to get you to act right.
tags: 18+(MDNI), jimmy uso x fem reader, established relationship, arguments, bratty behavior, teasing, breast sucking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), big jim™ , overstimulation, lots of dirty talk, squirting, creampie, slight humiliation, degradation, jimmy is a lil mean in this, dacryphilia, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, doggy style, mating press, small aftercare at the end.
word count: 3.2k words
You were pacing back and forth in the living room, arms crossed, your brow furrowed so tightly it could’ve scared the undertaker away. Every little thing Jimmy did irritated you, though you knew deep down it wasn’t his fault. He sat there on the couch, broad shoulders relaxed, his tattoos flexing subtly as he scrolled through his phone. His usual goofy grin wasn’t there, though. He was watching you, trying to hold back his amusement.
“Why you stompin’ ‘round here like a lil’ ass gremlin, huh?” Jimmy’s deep voice cut through your mumbling, making you whip your head toward him.
“I ain’t stompin’, Jimmy! Maybe if you’d do somethin’ helpful for once like puttin’ your damn shoes away from in front of the door instead of sittin’ there, I wouldn’t be irritated!” You snapped, your tone sharp.
Jimmy slowly raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down. That cheeky grin started creeping back onto his face, and it only made you more annoyed. “Girl, ain’t no way you talkin’ to me like that. You been barkin’ at me all week, and I let it slide ‘cause I know what timing you’re on. But you really gon’ sit here and act like I don’t know why you mad?”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms tighter. “I ain’t mad, Jimmy.”
“Oh, so you just bein’ a brat for fun? I’m supposed to believe that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his smirk widening as he caught the way your thighs clenched together at the shift in his tone.
Your body betrayed you. It always did when he was around, especially now. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and your nipples were pebbled, brushing against the soft fabric of your tank top in a way that had you biting back whimpers. Normally, you’d have your vibrator for relief when he was on the road, but he’d been home all week. Which fucked up your usual routine you had going and now you're too stubborn to ask him.
Jimmy tilted his head, his dark eyes dragging over your body like he already knew what you were hiding. “Yeah, see, I know exactly what’s goin’ on with you, baby girl. You think you tough huh? You don’t even need to tell me nothin’. I can see it in the way you walkin’ ‘round here all moody.”
“Jimmy, shut up,” you shot back, though your voice cracked slightly. He noticed.
“Nah, I’m gon’ keep talkin’. Matter fact, come here,” he said, his voice taking on that commanding edge that made your knees weak.
You hesitated, shooting him a glare. “Why?”
“‘Cause I said so, that’s why. Don’t make me come over there and get you.” He leaned back, spreading his legs in that laid-back, cocky way that showed off the sheer size of him. His gray sweats left nothing to the imagination, and the way his dick pressed against the fabric had your mouth watering despite your irritation.
With a heavy sigh, you walked over, but your attitude wasn’t going anywhere. “What, Jim? You gon’ keep talkin’ shit?”
He chuckled, reaching out to grab your wrist and tugging you between his legs. “Girl, you just mad ‘cause you’re neglecting what you need. But you too damn stubborn to ask for it, huh?” He let his hands slide down to your hips, squeezing them as he pulled you closer.
“Jimmy, I swear to God—”
“You swear to God what?” he interrupted, his voice dropping lower. His thumbs pressed into the softness of your hips, holding you in place. “You ain’t gon’ do shit, baby. Stop frontin’.”
The heat in his gaze melted your resolve, but you couldn’t let him win that easily. “You just know everything, huh?”
He smiled, leaning forward to press his lips to the sensitive spot just below your ear. “I know you ovulatin’,” he murmured. “And I know you ain’t been able to take care of yourself like you usually do. You need daddy to take care of you, hm?”
Your breath hitched, and you tried to step back, but his grip tightened. “Jimmy, stop playin’—”
“Who said I’m playin’?” He tilted his head up to look at you, his expression softening just enough to make your heart flutter. “Why you bein’ difficult, huh? This what you wanted, ain’t it?”
You tried to keep up your defiance, but when his lips trailed down your neck, you couldn’t hold back the shiver that coursed through you. “Jimmy…”
“There she is,” he teased, pulling back to look you in the eyes. “Now, you gon’ ask me nice, or you gon’ keep actin’ like a spoiled lil’ brat?”
Your pride wrestled with your desire, but the way his hands roamed your body and his voice dripped with authority had you caving. “Please,” you whispered, barely audible.
He cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Please what, baby? Let daddy hear you.”
“Please, daddy,” you repeated, your voice trembling with anticipation.
A satisfying grin spread across his face as he leaned back, patting his thigh. “There we go. Now, sit that pretty ass down. You got some apologizin’ to do.”
You climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands immediately found their way under your tank top. His palms were warm against your bare skin, sliding up to cup your breasts. You gasped when his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, and he chuckled darkly.
“Damn, these are real sensitive, huh?” he said, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the hardened bud, and your hips bucked against him involuntarily.
“Shit!” you cried out, clutching his shoulders as your body betrayed every ounce of control you thought you had left.
“Shh, baby, let me take care of you,” he murmured, switching to the other nipple. His teeth grazed it gently, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
You whimpered, grinding against him as the pressure built inside you. “Daddy, please, I need…”
“I know what you need, baby girl. But you gon’ learn not to keep this shit from me.” His hands slid down to your ass, giving it a firm slap that made you yelp. “Next time, you gon’ tell daddy what you need, understand?”
“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensation.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed your lips softly before flipping you over onto the couch. “Now, lay back and let daddy handle the rest.”
Jimmy hovered over you now, his larger frame trapping you beneath him on the couch. His hands gripped your thighs possessively, thumbs brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers straight to your core. You stared up at him, panting, your chest heaving as his dark eyes raked over you. That playful grin he usually wore was gone, replaced by something darker, more intense. He licked his lips like a predator sizing up its prey, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath him.
“Mm-mm,” he growled, pressing his hands down harder to still your movements. “Ain’t no runnin’, baby. You wanted this, didn’t you? All week, you been actin’ up snappin’, throwin’ them lil’ ass tantrums, tryna to act like you don’t need me. But I know you,” His voice almost in a mocking tone. “Your body been screamin’ for me since I came back, mama.”
You whimpered, your pride dissolving under the weight of his words. “I—Jimmy, please…”
“Please what?” His hands slipped beneath your shorts, gripping the soft flesh of your ass. “What you need from daddy?”
The way he said it so smooth, teasing, but dripping with authority had your resolve crumbling completely. “I need you to fuck me,” you breathed, barely audible.
He smirked, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? But you still owe me an apology, baby. You gon’ tell daddy you sorry for bein’ a brat?”
Your cheeks burned. “I’m sorry, daddy,” you whispered.
“Mean it,” he says, his tone sharp enough to make you obedient. His hands tightened on your thighs, reminding you exactly who was in control here. “I know you can do better than that.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” you whimpered out, your voice trembling with need.
Jimmy grinned, clearly satisfied. “Good girl. Now let’s see if you can keep that same energy when I’m done with you.”
Before you could respond, he tugged your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, leaving you completely exposed. His eyes locked onto the slickness between your thighs, and he let out a low whistle. “Damn, look at you. I didn’t even touch you yet and you already wet as hell.”
You whimpered, trying to close your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. “Jimmy, don’t tease me…”
“Who you think you talkin’ to?” he shot back sharply, grabbing your knees and spreading them wider. “You don’t call the shots here, baby girl. Now stay still.”
His hands gripped your thighs as he lowered his head in between your legs. The first swipe of his tongue against your clit had you crying out, your hips jerking off the couch. Jimmy chuckled, pinning you down with ease. “I said be still, didn’t I? You gon’ listen, or you want me to tie you down?”
“D-daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a moan as he sucked your clit into his mouth, his tongue working you over with precision. The combination of his lips, tongue, and the slight scrape of his teeth had your body trembling uncontrollably.
You tried to squirm away when the pleasure became too much, but Jimmy wasn’t having it. He slid two fingers inside you without warning, curling them just right to hit that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “Stop fuckin’ runnin’,” he growled, his voice muffled against your pussy. “This what you wanted, huh? So take it.”
You sobbed his name, your nails digging into the couch as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. He didn’t let up, his pace relentless as his fingers pumped in and out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit. “Oh my God, Jimmy, I’m gonna—”
“Yeah, you gon’ cum for daddy?” he taunted, his eyes gleaming as he looked up at you. “Do it, baby.”
The coil in your stomach snapped, and you came hard, your back arching off the couch as your orgasm tore through you. You screamed his name, your thighs shaking as he kept working you through it, refusing to let up. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, licking his lips as he finally pulled back. “You look so pretty when you cum, baby.”
You barely had a chance to catch your breath before he was pulling his sweats down, freeing himself. It was as thick and heavy as ever, and the sight of it made your mouth water. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “You ready for this, baby? You gon’ be good for me?”
“Please, daddy,” you begged, your voice shaky. “I need you.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” he said, positioning himself at your entrance. He slid the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing you until you were whining in frustration. “Damn, you so wet, baby. You gon’ take all of me, huh?”
“Yes, daddy, please,” you plead. “Please put it in..”
Jimmy finally pushed inside, and the stretch had you gasping, your nails clawing at his arms. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You so fuckin’ tight, baby. Been missin’ me, huh?”
You could barely form words, the fullness of him stealing your breath. “Fuck… yes daddy,” you managed to choke out, your legs trembling as he buried himself to the hilt.
“That’s right,” he growled, pulling back and slamming into you again. “This my pussy, baby. Don’t forget that.”
He set a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours with enough force to make the couch creak beneath you. Each thrust sent delicious shockwaves through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. You were already on the verge of another orgasm, your body still sensitive from your previous release.
“Why you runnin’, baby?” he teased, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. “This what you been actin’ out for, huh? So take it.”
“I’m tryin’ daddy!” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as your second orgasm crashed over you. Your body convulsed beneath him, and you felt yourself gush around him, soaking his thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment. “You squirtin’ for me now? you so fuckin’ nasty, that’s my good girl.”
But he didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked you harder, flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips up so he could take you from behind. The new angle had you screaming into the disarrayed couch cushions, your body trembling uncontrollably.
“You gon’ tell daddy you sorry again?” he growled, spanking your ass hard enough to leave a sting. “Say it.”
“I’m sorry, daddy!” you cried out, your voice muffled. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
“Yeah, you gon’ be good now, huh?” He gripped your hair, pulling your head back as he pounded into you mercilessly. “You ain’t got no choice, baby. Daddy gon’ fuck all that attitude outta you.”
Jimmy didn’t let up for a second. His grip on your hair kept you pinned in place as his cock slammed into you relentlessly, the sound of your ragged cries filling the room. You could feel the heat of his body pressing down on yours, his weight anchoring you as if there was no escape—not that you wanted there to be anyway.
“Look at you,” he growled, leaning over until his lips brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and heavy, dripping with amusement. “All that attitude, all that shit talkin’, and now you cryin’ for daddy, huh? You so fuckin’ pretty like this, baby. All obedient for me.”
You whimpered, barely able to form words as his cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. Your body was overstimulated, every nerve on fire, and the wetness between your thighs only made it worse. “D-daddy, it’s too much,” you choked out, trembling beneath him.
“Too much?” he repeated mockingly, pulling your head back further until you were arching against him. “Nah, baby, you can take it.”
He punctuated his words with a sharp thrust that made your back bow, another broken sob spilling from your lips. Tears were streaking your cheeks as he fucked you harder, his pace unrelenting. The sting of another spank sent a jolt through you, the sharp pain only intensifying the overwhelming pleasure.
“Tell me what you is,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Go on, baby. Say it.”
“I’m—I’m your slut, daddy,” you gasped, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans.
“Damn right you are,” he snarled, slamming into you so hard the couch creaked beneath you. “And don’t you forget it. This is my pussy. Say it.”
“It’s yours, daddy..fuck!” you cried out, your voice breaking as you felt another orgasm building, threatening to drown you.
“That’s right,” he growled, pulling out suddenly and flipping you onto your back before you could even catch your breath. He hooked your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he lined himself up again. “And I’m gon’ remind you every fuckin’ time you forget.”
The first thrust in this position had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your nails clawing at his arms as his cock hit a deeper angle. His weight pressed down on you, forcing your thighs against your chest as he pounded into you like he had something to prove. You could feel the muscles in his arms flexing beneath your hands, his strength keeping you pinned in place as he wrecked you.
“Fuck, baby, you feel that?” he groaned, his voice thick with arousal. “Feel how deep I am? I’m right where I’m supposed to be, fillin’ that pussy up. And you gon’ take all of me like a good girl, huh?”
“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, your nails digging into his biceps as the pressure built inside you. “Please don’t stop—please…”
He smirked, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. The heat of his tongue against your sensitive skin sent you spiraling, your back arching as you came again, harder this time. Your body convulsed beneath him, the pleasure so intense it almost hurt.
“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, his voice laced with pride as he watched you fall apart beneath him. “That’s my girl. You so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”
Even as your body trembled and tears streaked your cheeks, he kept going, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls with every brutal thrust. “You said you wanted it, baby,” he teased, his tone both mean and sweet. “You been talkin’ shit all week so don’t tap out now.”
“Daddy, I—” Your words dissolved into a choked sob as he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head. His hips snapped against yours with a punishing rhythm, the pleasure teetering dangerously close to pain.
“You cryin’, baby?” he taunted, leaning down to kiss the tears off your cheeks. “Aw, don’t tell me it’s too much now.”
“I can’t—Jimmy, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he growled, his voice firm but laced with a tenderness that made your heart ache. “You gon’ take it, baby. You was made for this dick, and I’mma remind you every fuckin’ time.”
He reached down between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. The added stimulation sent you spiraling, another orgasm tearing through you before you could stop it. You whimpered his name, your body trembling violently as your walls clenched around him.
“Shit,” he groaned, his pace faltering as your orgasm milked him. “You tryna make me cum, baby? You want daddy to give you a baby, huh? Want me to fill this pretty pussy?”
“Yes, daddy, please,” you whined, your voice trembling with desperation. “Please cum in me, daddy.”
That was all it took. With a low growl, Jimmy slammed into you one last time, his cock twitching as he came deep inside you. The warmth of his release filled you, and you moaned at the sensation, your body shuddering beneath him. He didn’t pull out right away, instead grinding into you slowly, making sure you felt every last drop.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. “You did so good for me. Took it all like a damn champ.”
You whimpered softly, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. “Thank you, daddy,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. “Ain’t no need to thank me, baby. You earned that.”
Jimmy finally pulled out, and you winced at the emptiness. He watched as his cum dripped out of you, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. “Damn, look at that. You so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”
Your face heated up, turning your face away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his voice softer but no less commanding. “You did good, baby. Real good. Daddy’s so proud of you.”
A small smile crept onto your lips despite the exhaustion weighing you down. “I love you, Jimmy.”
“I love you too, baby girl,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Now let’s get you cleaned up. You gon’ need your strength for round two.”
summary: your man spoils you enough as it is. how much worse will it get on your birthday?
warnings: possessiveness, daddy kink, spoiled brat reader, lots of teasing, & flirting!
A/N: today was my birthdayyyyy! unfortunately, there was no thick, six foot something samoan man in any of my gift bags this year, so i wrote this to make up for it. enjoy! 🙈
side note: the concept of this was heavily inspired by the amazing @dpriestxripleysgirl and her “pretty little problem” series! be sure to show some love if you haven’t already! 💌
the morning sun peeked through the open slit between the sets of your floral curtains, causing you to let out a groan and turn onto your back.
once your eyes are finally adjusted to the light, you look up and a quiet gasp exits your mouth.
dozens of pastel pink and gold balloons cover the ceiling above your bed, swaying ever so slightly in reaction to the fan spinning a safe distance away.
before you could call out his name, jimmy walks in carrying a tray of food, that gorgeous smile spreading across his face the second he notices that you’re awake.
“morning birthday girl,” he coos gently, setting the tray down on the bed next to you and a glass of a yellow liquid onto your nightstand.
you smile sleepily, opening your arms. “morning, daddy.”
he chuckles and lifts you like you weigh nothing before sitting back down onto the sheets, holding you tight in his arms.
he kisses you slow, his warm palms sliding up your pajama shirt and slowly down your back. 
you hum against his lips, keeping your arms wrapped around his neck and hands in his curls.
“someone slept good,” he teases when you two finally pull apart, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
your smile fades immediately, a pout replacing it. “ugh as if you wake up any neater! leave my bed head alone!”
he smoothens out his beard full of black and gray hairs. “i’ll let that slide, but only because it’s your day.”
you roll your eyes, climbing off of his lap to grab your favorite pastel pink scrunchie at your dresser.
“anyway,” he begins again after watching you for a few moments, a not so subtle smirk plastered on his face. “i made your favorite: an omelette with enough cheese to make a lactose intolerant person drop dead, hash browns, extra crunchy bacon, fresh fruit, and pineapple juice to drink.”
as much as he teases you, especially in the morning, you simply can’t deny how insanely good of a cook jimmy is.
anything you want - pasta, pizza, even taco bell that you once didn’t wanna get out of bed to go buy because your cramps were about to be the death of you - he’s in that kitchen cooking like you guys invited over gordon ramsey himself.
but the problem was, as amazing as it all sounded, you didn’t want any of what he just listed. hell, you didn’t even want breakfast in general.
there was one thing on your mind: birthday cake.
last weekend, you overheard him on the phone with a nearby bakery placing the cake order ahead of time while he thought you were still in the bath that he spent over ten minutes perfecting for you.
you almost came on the spot at the sound of the requests he was making: a red velvet base, layered and topped with strawberry cream cheese icing.
and the best part? sparkly, heart shaped, pastel pink, and bordered with bows in the exact same shade.
four of your absolute favorite things ever.
moral of the story, you had to have this damn cake and you were hellbent on eating it within minutes.
making sure to stick your bottom lip out and upper your tone extra sweet, you head back over to the bed. “daddy?”
jimmy’s smirk alters. “uh oh, i know that face all too well. what is it, princess?”
you find yourself playing with the drawstrings of your pajama pants before taking a nervous breath.
“c-could we have some cake first?” you ask, staring through the baby pink rug beneath your feet like it owed you ten million dollars.
when he doesn’t give you an immediate no, you decide to push your luck a little further.
“breakfast looks amazing but i just want my birthday cake. i waited sooo long for it! almost four hundred days! pretty, pretty please?”
a few moments of silence pass, jimmy still giving you nothing but an occasional blink, before he finally speaks.
“you do realize i’ve been up for over an hour cooking you all of this food, right?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest and nodding towards the breakfast tray. “making sure your bacon is damn near charcoal? making sure your juice came straight from a fruit and didn’t taste like some processed bullshit?”
you nod immediately. “i’ll eat it all after, daddy. i promise!”
he lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand over his face. “fine. go get the cake.”
you squeal, jumping back into his lap and peppering his bearded face with what must’ve been a hundred kisses.
he playfully taps your butt, signaling to sit back up. “i’m changing my mind in 3….2….”
you cut him off by sprinting off of the bed and out of the bedroom, straight to the fridge downstairs.
you open the doors and quickly grab the beautifully wrapped white box labeled with the bakery’s name and speed-walk upstairs, wisely deciding not to run.
after all, it’s too pretty to accidentally drop.
“hurry, daddy! hurry!” you chant after handing the box to him and taking a seat on the bed, your legs criss cross applesauce.
jimmy just chuckles, carefully unwrapping it before unveiling the cake.
from the first view, you’re in absolute love.
it’s the perfect shade of baby pink with the perfect amount of sparkles. and the best part? it’s all made just for you.
sparkly silver candles are already placed neatly inside, almost as if he knew you’d pull something like this.
he holds the cake in one hand while grabbing a lighter that, ironically enough, was left on top of his nightstand from your guys’ smoke session late last night.
“alright princess,” he begins once the last candle is officially lit. “make a wish.”
you frown, slumping your shoulders. “you’re not gonna sing to me?”
he sighs, chewing on his lower lip. “need i remind you that i was originally only up this early to feed you breakfast?”
you roll your eyes, kissing your teeth. “fair enough.”
he’s unable to hide his smirk as you look back down at the cake, immediately smiling and getting all giddy again.
you close your eyes, make your wish, and eventually blow out each candle, careful to not mess up the cake in any way. even though it’s like 99% impossible.
“alriiiiight,” jimmy says, setting the cake back down to remove the candles.
“it’s so pretty daddy,” you coo, scooping up the tiniest bit of icing with your finger before bringing it to your mouth.
the sweetness of the strawberry and tanginess of the cream cheese combined are heaven sent, causing you to throw your head back and express how good it is with an “mmm!”
he smiles, grabbing the knife from your breakfast tray before cutting you a perfectly sized slice and placing it on a plate. “i’m glad, baby. here.”
you take the plate from him and immediately dig in, the fluffiness of the cake now being added making you damn near ascend.
“it’s soooo good,” you say dramatically, bouncing in place. “you gotta try some.”
jimmy chuckles, reaching out to remove a red crumb from the corner of your lip.
“let’s see,” he says, opening his mouth soon after, signaling for you to feed him a forkful.
you do so and he chews, nodding and raising his brows in surprise.
“i told you!” you call out through a mouthful of just frosting, causing him to laugh.
unable to express how good it is with words, you begin to dance in place, taking forkfuls like it’s your last meal on planet earth.
jimmy sits back on the headboard and crosses his arms over his chest once more. “all this damn sugar at nine in the morning. never again.”
summary: shes had a silly crush on her neighbor for years now, one drunk night shouldn’t change anything, right?
pairings: older neighbor!jey x younger!black oc (tamira)
warnings: age gap, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fluff a bit at the end.
notes: this is my first time writing a one-shot, and the last time i wrote at all was before the pandemic, so hope you like it!. also not proofread, sorry if any errors.
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tamira stumbled into her apartment, the faint smell of casamigos still on her breath. she had only four shots, but being a super lightweight meant they hit her like a absolute freight train.
she thought that going out with her girls would help her get over her burning crush, but it just made things worse.
and made her horny.
from the moment she moved into her apartment complex four years ago, shes been attracted to her next door neighbor joshua, also known as jey.
he was in his forties and she was barely twenty four, it was totally doomed from the start. so she never thought to say anything about it.
until, technically now.
the woman would struggle to take her skintight dress off to change into her oversized pajama shirt, plopping into the bed.
she would then stare at her phone, eyes skimming the older males contact before hesitantly pressing the message thread.
she would just let it out on a voice note, and delete, never to speak again.
“m-mr fatuuuu!” she would say into the phone, letting out a slight hiccup afterwards. “i-i know i’m a bit too young for you, but trust me i can treat you right! why w-wont you notice me?”
she would let it continue, moving her hands to grab some ibuprofen, placing it on her nightstand before grabbing a bottle of water in the drawer.
“i know im a g-good partner, and my pussy is good! just give me one chance , you really wont r-regret it.”
she would let out, stopping the voice note. she was more than happy to let it out, not needing to worry about it again.
she would take the painkillers with the water preemptively, believing the button she pressed absentmindedly was the delete button.
she would then curl up in the bed, not prepared for the storm she just created.
she would wake up, completely sober to slow, hard knocks on her door.
she would look at the time; 2:30 am.
who in the HELL would be knocking at her door at this time?
she would begrudgingly get up from the comfort of her bed, dragging herself to the front door.
“its too late for this-“ she would let out before looking up, cutting herself off with a small gasp.
the man that’s been on her mind for the last two plus years was standing in her doorway, wearing nothing but a wife beater, some grey sweatpants, his chains and grillz.
the shine of the grillz and chains alone slightly overshadowed the lustful stare he gave the woman.
“did you mean what you said?” he would say, his voice low and deep, feeling a pool form in her-
fuck she forgot to put her underwear back on.
“w-what are you talking about.” she would say, her brain reminding her of the drunk voice note she thought she deleted earlier.
“that voice note, you meant that shit?” he would say, slowly walking into the woman’s house, closing the door behind him.
she would internally curse herself, not realizing the older male was now pressed up against her, his hands caressing her thighs.
“i didnt mean to send that.” she would lowly say, the words almost coming off as a whisper.
“nah i definitely think you meant to.” he would start to say, gently caressing her cheek before laying his thumb on her bottom lip.
he was asking for a way in, consent albeit indirectly.
she would look at him, wondering if it was worth tarnishing the somewhat normal friendship they had.
she would ultimately part her lips, the man letting out a low growl.
what the hell did she get herself into?
“fuckkk i’m cumming!” she would whine as she let out her second orgasm on the older mans face, his tongue lapping up her juices like he was starving.
“damn you taste good.” he would groan out, letting her catch her breath before rolling her next to him on the couch.
“you think you ready for this?” he would ask, palming his thick ass dick through his sweatpants.
jesus he was blessed.
she would nod her head, causing the man to sit her up, his hands trailing underneath her oversized shirt.
“words mama, i need to hear you.”
“i want this, i want you inside me, please.” she would let out a whimper on the last word, gaining a hungry and lustful kiss from the male.
he would momentarily break the kiss to take off tamira’s shirt and his, before pulling down his sweatpants.
his dick would swing out at attention, the woman immediately salivating at the sight.
“mm come take this shit.” he would smirk, pulling the woman by her ankles closer to him.
her breath would be ragged, her nerves all over the place. she wasnt sure if she could take it all.
but she would try.
he would pause a moment, their foreheads touching. there would be a stillness in the room, a silent understanding looming over the both of them.
“you ready?” he would ask, his voice soft, steady and filled a bit with concern. he didnt wanna push her, but he wanted this.
“cant go back now. you better not.” she would say, getting a low chuckle from jey.
“hey, you asked for it mama.” he would say as he tapped the head of his dick along her clit harshly, a jolt rushing through her.
he would slide his shaft up and down her folds, eliciting soft moans from her. she would throw her head back, digging her fingers into the couch as she felt the male slowly slide into her.
god, it felt like he was splitting her in two.
“oh my god its too much!” she would let out, her fingers digging into the males tattooed arms.
“thats it baby, you’re doing so well. you a big girl, you can take this shit.” he would say as he continued to slide himself in, groaning once he was all the way in.
she would dig her nails into his shoulders as she tried to adjust to his size, the fullness overwhelming her.
he would intertwine their fingers together, kissing her temple as he stayed still to get her familiar with his length.
she would start to let out soft moans as she got used to the feel of him inside, her back arching as she ran her fingers through his mullet.
"jey." she would whimper, looking at the man.
"tell me what you want mama."
"fuck me, please."
he would nod, smirking as he held onto her hips, his forehead on hers as he started to thrust, holding onto the back of the couch for stability.
she would tuck her head in his neck as he started to pick up the pace, damn near slamming into her. the sounds of their bodies together filled the air; the low music she was playing on her ipad in her room was more than drowned out at that point.
"that feel good baby?" he would moan out, nibbling on her earlobe. he would groan in her ear, his breath hot and comforting on her skin.
"yess baby you feel so fuckin' good!" she would moan out, biting her bottom lip hard enough to break the skin.
"you look so pretty takin' all this dick," he would groan, leaning down to suck and lick along her neck. "you so fuckin' tight, swallowing me up and shit. gonna make me fuckin nut."
he would slowly pull out, the woman whining at the emptiness.
before she could even say anything, the male would quickly flip her on her stomach, harshly sliding back in.
tamira would bite into the couch as the man started to thrust at a rough and fast pace, moans and grunts coming out of both of their mouths.
jey would lean over, moving his hands to rub on her clit with one hand and hold onto her neck with the other. her eyes would roll back as the pleasure would be too much for her, gasps escaping.
jey would move the hand grabbing her throat, and would move it to caress her asscheeks before sending harsh slaps to them after every thrust.
"this my pussy now, you hear me? tell me this shit is mine." he would moan out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and ragged as she could feel he was close to his climax. she was too, the pressure building up inside of her being almost unbearable.
"fuck jey its your pussy, its your pussy daddy!" she would cry out, her legs threatening to give out as she was so close to cumming. "daddy i cant take it, im gonna cum."
"let that shit out baby, i'm right behind you." she would unravel, letting out a loud gasp as she squirted on the male, her juices flowing out of her like a river.
"shit mira, fuck im cumming." he would let out a moan, pressing her against him tight as he emptied, his hips unintentionally jerking as his warm seed warmed up her body.
they would both ride out their orgasms before collapsing on the couch, still pressed against each other. she would turn around to face the male, running her manicured nails along his tribal tattoos. she would then use her other hand to pull him in close by his chain, giving him a soft peck on the lips.
"ion do benefit situations or whatever y'all call it nowadays. you're my lady, and im your man." he would say, moving her damp hair out of her face. "you alright with that?"
"more than alright. though next time, you could've asked where my room was. this couch is way too old to be fucking on. i'm surprised it lasted underneath us."
the male would let out a laugh before running his finger through his hair. "it kind of is. but it stayed together for this, lets sleep before we actually break it."
she would giggle and nod, snuggling against the male as sleep would overtake her body.
fat fingering her phone finally did something right for once.
❥REQUEST:I would give me kidney for this but can I please get a jey and Roman (seperate) hc of being friends with benefits pleasseeee. Glad you are back! - Anon
❥WARNINGS: Wrestling themes, ANGST, fluff, mentions of sex, smut [I guess], jealousy, FWB relationship, age gap mentioned, insecurities, headcanons, errors I missed.
❥AUTHOR'S NOTE: requests are open! Feedback is appreciated.
It happened one night when you and Jey got drunk at a bar and ended up having sex.
It was meant to be a one-time thing, and he and you would return to being friends; both of you agreed on that, but things didn’t turn out that way.
He kept making his way into your bed, or you ended up in his bed after the ‘one-night stand’
Whether it's just cuddling or having sex. Jey will let you know either way. Or you will say you're not in the mood, and Jey will say, “I just want cuddles,”
Jey and you still have the friends’ part of the relationship, though.
Both of you pretty much do everything together.
Travel to the next location together. This involves singing songs loudly. Taking turns driving. Jey will always hold your hand.
Stop at some fast-food place to get food or a café shop that was opened.
Sometimes Jey will pull off somewhere, safe, of course. And things will heat up between you.
Leading you to give him a blowjob while he sits in the passenger seat, then it leads to you straddling his lap, and riding him. The windows fogged up.
Some people perceive that Jey and you are dating, but him and you are just friends who fuck. Of course, you don’t really say the last part.
If some old lady or some stranger comments on how you and Jey are sitting together in public with a “You two are a cute couple,” it's always followed by a “We are just friends,” the words sting, but it's not like anything is going to change. You had a feeling Jey only saw you as a fuck buddy and nothing serious. Given that you were younger than him.
Both of you would hang out outside of work, at each other's houses.
Going to the movies together.
Working out together.
Watching Netflix together, which often leads to sex.
Going out drinking together.
Going on cute dates together, though it's more packaged as hanging out as friends. But then again, friends don’t go on picnic dates at a beach or fancy restaurants.
Playing video games against each other.
Face masks.
Going on random road trips and getaways when he and you have time off.
Late-night drives.
Deep conversations.
You even met his kids, though they seem to see the chemistry there, even though both of you deny it.
Truthfully, Jey and you harbour feelings for each other, but neither Jey nor you will admit it to each other. Fear of losing the friendship.
Jey really wanted more than the friends with benefits, but he settled for what both of you had now; at least it was something.
Jey always looks at you with so much love. He adores you.
And you look at Jey with so much love, too.
You are always waiting near the curtain, watching him. Tbh, you are The Usos' number one fan. A lot of other superstars think it's adorable, though they really think one of you should confess. They don’t believe the whole we are just friends. Friends don’t fuck each other and look at each other like they hung the moon.
Jey would watch your matches too, praising you.
He sometimes has a lot of insecurities about how there is an age gap. He feels like he can’t keep up with you sometimes, and that you settled on the friends with benefits because you didn’t want to commit to dating him. Even though you told him it's because of your last relationship, you feel like you were at a good place in your career. The real reason was that you were scared he would say no to you. Some of it was true; your last relationship was draining.
If you and Jey aren’t together, then both of you are texting each other.
The two of you will always flirt with each other. Though the friendship has always been flirtatious.
Jey will always make his way to you at the end of the day. He will always be in your bed by the end of the day. Hugging you close to his side or spooning you. Since the whole Drunk sex moment, he has always been in your bed.
Jey has always been jealous of the fact that some of your story lines involved romance. He wasn’t too impressed when guys accompanied you to the ring, nor was he too pleased when the creative team made you obsessed with Roman.
You would always reassure him that it’s a storyline and that’s it.
Jey’s jealousy often gets the best of him. Which leads him to proving he is better than them. And that he can pleasure you better than they ever could.
You weren’t going to lie when Jey was jealous; it was the best sex you've ever had, though having sex with Jey was amazing every time you had it with him. But he was different when he was jealous.
It was orgasm after orgasm.
It would start with him making out with you roughly. His hands are ripping your clothes off.
He would break the kiss and trail kisses down your neck, making his way to the valley of your breast, then down your stomach, then down below.
His hand would grip your waist as he started to eat you out. His beard scratches your inner thighs.
He would switch to using his tongue, then back to eating you out to the point you couldn’t take it anymore and orgasmed. But Jey wasn’t done with you yet.
He then proceeded to finger you while sucking on your clit. All the while looking up at you.
Once you orgasmed from that, he would go on to fucking you.
Sex with Jey was never a dull moment.
He would have you in different positions every night. Both of you are having sex in different places.
His favourite positions, though, were missionary, because he wanted to see your face. He wanted to see every reaction you had.
Doggystyle. Three reasons, cause off your ass, and so he can grab your hair and pull back. The third one is either grabbing the back of your neck or wrapping his hand around your neck, and pulling you flush to his chest. [he often does this with side sex]
Against the wall, this is often in hotel rooms, locker rooms or backstage at work, in a dark corner.
There is a lot of car sex. Which is often reverse cowgirl, or you ride him facing him.
Though you have noticed he is a lot different in bed, you weren’t sure if it was the jealousy taking effect or something more.
His thrusts would be gentler all of a sudden, and after sex, he would cuddle you for a bit, then suggest a bath or clean you up.
Jey loves to cuddle you. whether it's backstage after you come through the curtain or he does. He craves your hugs. Your touch in general.
He would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. Pulling you closer to him.
Jey leaves a lot of Hickie’s, which means you've got to get them covered up.
He loves snuggling up with you on the couch or in bed.
His kisses are soft and loving. As well as passionate.
Kisses get heated when he is horny.
Forehead kisses.
Jawline kisses.
Hand kisses.
Cheek kisses.
Wrist kisses, neck kisses are often when the two of you are intimate, as well as body kisses and thigh kisses.
Jey can't contain himself backstage when he sees you in ring gear. He will take you into a locker room or a place that’s dark and not occupied and fuck you against a wall.
Jey would go to his brother Jimmy and Naomi for advice and to vent about it.
“I think you need to knock her up,” Jimmy suggested. Making Naomi roll her eyes.
“No,” Naomi disagreed.
“And she will end up resenting you, Jey, if you listen to your brother, y/n will spend nine months of her wrestling career sidelined,” Naomi spoke again.
“Honestly surprised she isn’t pregnant with the number of times you’ve fucked her. I would know I had a room next to you guys and boy,” Jimmy spoke.
“Jimmy,” Naomi warned.
“Hey, she's on birth control,” Jey defended.
“Sometimes it isn’t effective,” Jimmy stated.
“Jey, don’t get her pregnant just to turn the friendship into something more; have a conversation with her.” Naomi spoke.
“I can’t just say hey, let’s be something, plus I'm older than her, she settled on a friend with benefits relationship because of that,” Jey spoke again.
“Did she say that?” Naomi asked.
“Well, no, she stated it was more because she was in her prime in her wrestling career and her last relationship didn’t end well, and I just agreed with her because we were really good friends before we fucked and I clicked with her and I didn’t want to ruin it,” Jey confessed. Naomi sighed before speaking.
“Look, I know y/n, and I can tell she loves you. I think you need to be the first one to tell her you want more.” She spoke.
“So, she does talk about me to you. What else does she say?” Jey asked. A huge smile on his face.
“Oh my god, Jey just asked her to be yours officially,” Naomi grunted before walking away.
“Knocking her up is a good idea, “Jimmy suggested.
“I can't tell her that it will ruin what we have.” Jey sighed.
Until one night things changed. And the whole fwb relationship between Jey and you got exposed.
“You should thank me for that,” Roman spoke, pointing to the title that was wrapped around your waist. As he stood in the ring with Jey and Jimmy. Roman decided to crash your celebration party.
Jey tried to keep his jealousy in check. Though he felt proud as he saw a faint red mark on your neck.
“If you think so,” You spoke.
Becky’s music hit. In character, you rolled your eyes. Of course, she had to ruin your celebration. She made her way to the ring. Only making eye contact with Roman as she entered the ring. She then looked back at you.
“Y/n honey, why don’t you just hand that title over and just I don’t know go annoy Roman, after all, you are obsessed with him….or is it, Jey?” Becky smugly spoke.
She was one of those superstars who were annoyed at how you and Jey just couldn’t confess to each other. So, she took it into her own hands.
The crowd let out a shocked wow and a few gasps. While your face just dropped into a look of shock. Jey looked stunned, and Roman and Jimmy broke character for a second before composing.
She went off script. You knew you were meant to attack her, after the two of you went back and forth, but she went off script. You felt your heartbeat faster.
You didn’t really hear what Corey and Michael were saying. In fact, you just wanted to get out of that ring and backstage. So, you did the thing you were meant to do and attacked her, then left the ring.
Jey called out after you, but Roman stopped him.
“Just give it a few minutes, then you can go after her,” Roman said. Looking at Jey, then back at Becky, who was on the floor.
After what felt like a lifetime, only really two minutes, Roman left the ring, Jimmy and Jey following suit.
As soon as Jey came through the curtains, he was calling your name.
It took him fifteen minutes to find you.
He saw you sitting on a crate, tears running down your face. He quickly made his way over to you. wrapping his arms around you.
“Are you going to end it?” You asked. You felt so sick.
“Y/n... we do need to talk about us, though, the whole friends with benefits thing is not working out for me,” He confessed. Making your heart drop. You pulled away from him. He was going to end things with you, and it hurt. You should never have suggested the friends with benefits and just had a relationship with him.
“Oh,” You sniffled out. Tears falling from your eyes. His heart ached at the distraught look in your eyes.
“I want us to be more than that, more than friends, more than friends who fuck, I want us to be together, y/n,” Jey confessed. You stared at him for a moment, for a second, his words sinking in. He wanted more. He wanted to be with you.
“I want that too,” You spoke softly. Jey cupped the side of your face. Smiling happily at you, he felt relieved that you felt the same way.
“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.
“Yes,” You replied. Making Jey let out a sigh.
He leaned closer to you. Pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes fluttered closed as well as yours, as he leaned in. Lips ghosting over yours. He pressed a soft, passionate kiss against your lips. Then pulled away. Resting his forehead against yours. Looking into each other’s eyes.
“You gotta take that Roman merch off though, I don’t like it on you, I don’t like the whole ”, Jey huffed out. Honestly, he didn’t like seeing you wear it. He got jealous
“It's just a cat and mouse game, I tease him, then just leave,” You spoke. Jey pulled away slightly.
“Oh, so what you do with me sometimes at night,” Jey joked. Making you laugh. He pulled you flush against his chest. Relieved that you were finally his now…
