What Are You Willing to Do (Jey X Jimmy X Black Reader)
CW: Saliva, Threesome, Protected & Unprotected P in V, Hair Pulling, Facial, Scratching, Roughness, Choking, Creampie(s), Eye Contact (oh yeah, lock in 🫡), Oral (m! receiving and f! receiving), Backshots, Orgasm Denial, Squirting, Nudity, Heavy Smut, 18+ MDNI, Older Men, They Talk You Through It, Double Penetration, Situationship Xoxo
When the gold finally sat on their shoulders, it felt nothing short of satisfying.
Tag team titles gleamin’ under the arena lights, crowd loud as hell, confetti clingin’ to sweat-damp skin—Jimmy Uso was already yellin’, chest puffed, energy everywhere. Jey Uso was right beside him, YEETin’ with the crowd, clockin’ the sea of kids and grown folks in neon YEET shirts and oversized glasses. Being back in a tag team just felt right. No separation. No Bloodline. No Roman to fall in line behind. No weird silence or looks in the locker room. None of that.
All three of y’all back on Monday Night Raw like the universe had finally corrected itself.
You and the USOs had history—real history.
Back in NXT, when the locker room smelled like cheap perfume, nervous sweat, and egos higher than the sun, you weren’t just loungin’ around. You had a point to prove, a reason to being here. You were Nyah Carter—knees taped, jaw set, confidence louder than the crowd. The kind of woman who didn’t wait to be invited into rooms ‘cause you already knew you belonged there. It had been your dream ever since you were a little girl, WWE divas sprawled out on the floor while relaxing on the couch staring at the screen during a Kelly Kelly and Eve Torres match. Kelly Kelly was the “Barbie” doll you played with but you were into gymnastics as well which made you gravitate toward her more because of her athleticism.
Fast forward to 12th grade, you found yourself on a balance beam on Mondays and Thursdays and in the wrestling ring on Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Fridays. The more you wrestled, the more you found yourself between the ropes and off the floor. No more chalk and floor routines, instead constant bumps, sweat, and a few tears. It was something new, despite being athletic and muscular in gymnastics, NOTHING compared to being a wrestler or in that ring. It was a different routine, a different type of workout, a different route entirely. Next thing you knew it was 4 years in and you were offered a WWE try out and lucky enough to be one of two who made the cut out of the 50 who were invited there.
Not only were you offered a contract but you were offered to make your debut that very next week on Tuesday. You fought the urge to jump with joy, none of this felt real and everything just felt like it was moving so fast. You worked extremely hard to get here, ending up being in the ring at least 5 times a week, you cut out gymnastics completely. It was a sacrifice you were willing to make to make your dreams come true, but you didn’t have to sacrifice it completely because you were able to incorporate it into your wrestling. 3 years on NXT and you were smoothing through the roster, of course you had your fair share of L’s, bruises, and minor injuries. That’s a good reason why you, Kehlani, Lash and Tatum ended up being great friends. All three of you were athletic, pretty, different aesthetics entirely but that made all the reason why you all were amazing friends.
Speaking of Lash, Trick who was now her fiancée ended up having a segment last year and THAT was the first time you saw Jey. Because Jey ended up having a segment with him and seeing him backstage with the pink shirt on, cut and handing off the sides, mullet trimmed, golden grills stacked on his bottom teeth with his IC title hanging off his arm. Beard trimmed, a lil grey in his trimmed down beard. Samoan art littering his muscular arms and clean white ones gracing his feet. God damn.
Backstage after he went out, you two happened to walk right into each other. You and Lash had been talking about your match and you had just came from the women’s locker room. Funnily enough, soon as you turned into the hallway to make your way towards catering, he was already walking towards you. Belt blue on the sides, head down as if he was deep in thought but when he caught just the smallest glimpse of that red cherry perfume he had on it made him stop dead in his tracks and turn pop his head up like a deer in the headlights. But you couldn’t help but do the same thing, in fact you’d be lying if you didn’t say you did the same thing. A hint of musk from the party him and Trick had out there in the ring, mixed with some Tom Ford, yeah baby that was him.
“Ion think I seen you round here before, you new mama?”
Even though it was casual, something about the way he said it just made your stomach turn. You took a minute to respond, your long silk press swaying to the side just as you turned your head trying to catch your tongue being careful of what could potentially roll off of it. “No…I’ve been here for a while actually.” You attempted to keep it brief, Lash was always on your ass about how your confidence needed to match how you looked. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t terrible when it came to talking to men, great at watching them from a far and participating in women gossip with your friends but on the verge of falling apart in front of a man. It was ridiculous to say the least, however you were not going to let an opportunity like this just slip away.
“Cool, well my name Jey.”
“Oh yeah I know who you are, yeet man” you said a little bit too casually causing him to raise a brow. Upon realizing the way it came out, you were quick to slap a hand over your mouth before attempting to apologize, hand motions following. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying I know who you are because I’ve been watching wrestling since I was little and even since I’ve been here. The whole bloodline thing you had going on to breaking off and becoming your own person.” You rambled.
To your surprise Jey didn’t even take offense, he just casually laughed it off, very contrasting from how uptight and angry he use to always be when it came to him having those red tips and those undisputed tag team titles with his twin brother. Oh yeah….his twin brother.
You didn’t meet him until you got called up to Smackdown that next year. And they might have looked alike, but they acted nothing alike. Jey was casual, always doing random shit, cute when playful and sexy as fuck when serious. But Jimmy, he was completely different. He was playful but it wasn’t the type of playful that Jey was. He knew when to stop, when to be mature. You could tell he was the older one. He was very respectful and the first time you met him, you had just took a vicious beating from Nia Jax after you almost got the three count on Tiffany. Not only did she beat your ass but she also put a MEAN annihilator on your ankle. And boy did that shit hurt, you were taken to the back by medical and were on the verge of tears from how much pain your ankle was in.
Upon your ankle being wrapped and iced, noticing you were in medical alone for the time being, Jimmy stopped and leaned in the door frame. Two braids going back, red shirt with a black jean jacket and the matching jeans with it along with some iced out white ones. Those ones, his stayed clean cut. As if they were brand new. As if he always took care of what belonged to him.
You gave him a soft glance, your box braids moving to the side slightly. “Do I look okay? Your cousin just gave me a fuck ass annihilator to my ankle. My shit is numb as hell right now.” You earned a chuckle in response, Jimmy couldn’t take you serious but it wasn’t until you shot him a glare that he stopped and walked over to you and looked at it as you held ice on it.
“That need to be elevated, you holding ice on there ain’t finna do nothing but tire out yo arm. All ice suppose to do is reduce the swellin’ on that.”
“Wow, thanks that was so helpful.” He just shot you a smug grin before taking the pillow from behind your head. “Hey!” you shouted before noticing him going to put the pillow under your ankle. “Girl relax, if you don’t elevate it, it’s gon’ get worse.” He said before gently prying the ice out of your hands temporarily only to gently take your ankle and lift it just slightly above the pillow before placing it back down. “See, das it.” He said before you just stared at him before looking away. “Thanks….can I have my ice back now?” He stared at the back in his hand before handing it over to you. “Don’t ice it too much, let it relax girl.” You glared at him again, you were stubborn. You couldn’t help it, but little did you know that stubborness would sink you deeper and deeper. Not only with just wrestling but with two Samoans who were way older than you.
The more you were around either of them, you became more bold, confident, and that shy girl from NXT was long gone. You three became close friends and you were going back and forth between two brands, just like you were going back and forth between two twin brothers. One on Raw. The other on Smackdown. And you. On Both. Every Monday Night. And Every Friday Night.
When Jimmy would have a match, you would be right there on Friday comforting him with massages, smooth talks, hugs, and your soft hands would find his rough yet gentle ones. He did the same for you whenever you would go out and put your all on the line especially flipping, balancing on the ropes, and doing high risk moves. There was always a risk with everything and wrestling was no different so of course you had your fair share of bruises, but he would always rub them down, plant soft friendly kisses on them. Everything was friendly, because you two were just friends. Even when you both would go back to the hotel together and you’d submerge his dick in your mouth to make sure he didn’t think about a slip up he had or whenever he just needed a break from his mind, consumed by stressed, you were the type of friend to wash that shit down and swallow it.
On Monday’s whenever Jey would constantly have fans on his ass, people coming after him because he had that World Championship, or needed something to ease his mind because he was about to turn to a bottle, you would be hugging and comforting him listening to his every need. You would run your red and black nails through the curls of his mullet and somehow you would end up on top of him with condoms in the trash, hair disheveled, and your arm draped over him the next morning. He wasn’t thinking about nothing that happened the night before and instead of being somber, he would be happy as fuck. Beaming. Full of Energy. Because that was the type of friend you were. Only to them though of course because when it came to them, y’all were there for each other. It wasn’t like you were completely left out of the deal. You weren’t always the one who initiated it either.
One Friday you got new gear because you happened to be in a title match against Jade, she was walking around punking the rest of the girls in the locker room but that shit wasn’t finna fly with you. Deep wine-red shorts with black trim, high-waisted, cut clean. Matte black top with thick straps, gold stitching subtle but intentional—quiet luxury before anybody was callin’ it that. Knee pads scuffed from work, boots laced tight. Long hair falling to your ass, pressed out half-up with two bangs framing your face, red heart makeup decorated your eyelids as your lip combo was a deep shade of red mixed with a top coat of gloss to finish it off. This was your FIRST title match since getting to the main roster and already that was something you praised yourself for.
Despite not winning, you still managed to keep your head up and just as you were heading to your locker room, Nick ended up stopping you to let you know that they were making a trade. This came as a shock to you because you were well liked and pretty over with the crowd. Eyes were always on you, from the time you made your entrance to the time you stepped into the ring, however when you heard who they were making a trade for your heart sank. Not because you didn’t like Oba, but because you would be leaving Jimmy. He’d already been left plenty times before by his own family and you did not want to add onto that. Not only was Oba a free agent but he hadn’t signed to either brand yet so in order for Raw not to snag him, Pearce needed someone huge from over here on Smackdown and that someone was you.
“Why couldn’t you get someone else from Smackdown? What about Cody? Someone from MFTs, anyone but me!” Nick raised his hands and attempted to reassure you. “Listen, you know what’s going on between Drew and Cody, MFT and the Wyatts, and you were our only option. You will do amazing on Raw, there’s plenty of women over there for you to face and a plethora of opportunities.” You were listening and you understood however, that still didn’t stop the fact that you were irritated you would no longer be here with Jimmy anymore. You had yet to find out that Jimmy was also on the way to the same brand you were. He showed up on Raw occasionally in the past but he would always immediately be back on Smackdown so you figured it was nothing more than back and forths like you were doing not that he was officially on the Raw Roster.
So when you made your appearance backstage Monday Night you were completely in shock that Jimmy had made his way out of the locker room he now shared with Jey. Just as he came back with some water your eyes locked. “What is happening?” He said shocked to see your face before that huge grin plastered his face.
Jey ended up cheesing smiling, a hint of gold visible from the golden grill he had in his mouth. “Whatchu doin’ here girl?”
“Well I’m on Raw now” you simply said before grinning as they both pulled you in close. All three of you sharing a moment that you never thought would come for a while. You had been seeing how hard they had been working even separately but now that they were together and you were with them, it all just felt mutual.
So when them titles came? Nobody was surprised y’all celebrated together.
They took the whole week.
Monday bled into Tuesday. Tuesday stopped matterin’ altogether. Steak dinners, private rooms, music low and bass-heavy. Laughter too loud, glasses clinkin’, shoulders brushin’ every time somebody reached across the table. The kind of celebratin’ that didn’t need no camera. Y’all just lived in the moment.
in ways that didn’t need words.
By Friday night, the club lights had you glowin’.
Your skin looked damn near golden under the strobes, collarbones catchin’ light every time you moved. Black satin mini dress, thin straps, low back, the fabric soft enough it moved when you breathed. Nails fresh—almond-shaped, glossy red with tiny gold accents. Black strappy heels, high enough to make a statement, solid enough to move in.
Lip combo lethal: brown liner blended smooth, deep cherry gloss laid on top. Lashes full but light, brows sharp, baby hairs laid like art.
Jimmy saw you from across the room and let out a slow whistle.
Jey just nodded once, eyes dark, like he was takin’ inventory and already knew what he had.
“Yeah,” Jimmy said when he slid up behind you, hand finding your lower back like it belonged there. “This my friend right here.”
You smiled, leaned back just enough to make it intentional. “Your friend?”
Jey stepped in on your other side, voice low, close. “You mean, our friend.”
By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, they moved different. They called you one night and told you to get ready but didn’t give you any details or a reason why, just told you to be ready and come out at a certain time and nothing else. Knowing them, they probably just wanted to surprise you, something they did a lot but nothing prepared you for the sight that laid before you when you stepped out of your apartment.
A black G-Wagon sat there wrapped up like a promise—deep red ribbons stretched clean across the hood, a bow big enough to be disrespectful tied right on top. Red and white balloons bobbin’ in the breeze, “Happy Valentine’s Day Nyah” written across the windshield in neat lettering.
Jimmy leaned against the passenger door, grinnin’ like he’d been waitin’ for that exact look on your face. He was dressed head-to-toe in black, but his look was sleek and polished—tailored black slacks, a crisp black button-down unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled just enough to show off a stack of iced-out bracelets, a hefty luxury watch, and the intricate black ink of his Samoan tribal tattoos that crawled down his arms and peeked up along his neck. His salt-and-pepper beard was slightly wild—edges nearly trimmed, but enough texture to show maturity—and his golden top grills gleamed whenever he smiled, commanding attention the moment he entered a room. The air around him carried the clean, bold sophistication of Creed Aventus, a scent that clung just enough to be magnetic without asking permission.
Jey stood a little farther back, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black jeans. His fitted black shirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, let his iced-out watch and chain catch the light as he shifted. The black ink of his own Samoan tribal tattoos ran down his arms, across his shoulders, and traced along the side of his neck, sharp and bold, just like his energy. His beard was shorter, crisp and neatly trimmed, giving him that younger, more direct presence despite being only nine minutes younger than Jimmy. His golden grills flashed when he smirked, sharp and daring, impossible to ignore. Around him lingered the deep, dark, addictive notes of Maison Francis Kurkdjian Oud Satin Mood, a scent that wrapped the air around him like a magnet.
“Y’all so extra,” you said, laughin’ even though your chest felt tight.
Jimmy shrugged, deliberate and calm, the older twin’s grounded presence contrasting Jey’s sharper, more electric energy. “We got them titles back this week. It’s Valentine’s Day. And you officially on Raw with us. You thought we was gon’ half-step?”
Even before they said another word, the air was already thick with tension. You had two twin Samoans in front you and the longer you stared at the two the more of them you took in, the more you paid attention—Jimmy steady, confident, magnetic; Jey direct, bold, impossible to ignore. Every subtle movement, every flash of iced-out metal, every shimmer of their grills, every glimpse of their intricate Samoan tattoos added to the uprising tension between the two of you.
Jimmy reached for the door first, holding it open with that effortless, gentleman calm that always made your stomach flip. Jey followed close behind you, his presence warm at your back, close enough that you caught another hit of his cologne when he leaned in slightly.
“Shotgun,” Jey said casually, already moving.
“Man, you always call shotgun,” Jimmy muttered, though he tossed Jey the keys anyway, taking down the balloons before putting them in the back of the trunk with care.
You slid into the backseat, red leather cool against your legs. The door shut with a solid thud, sealing you in with them. Jimmy adjusted the mirrors once he got in, movements slow and practiced, while Jey reclined his seat just enough to look back at you, elbow resting on the center console.
“You good back there?” Jey asked, eyes catching yours in the dim light.
“Yeah,” you said, even though your pulse said otherwise.
The car rolled onto the street, city lights streaking past the windows. Music hummed low through the speakers—nothing too loud, just enough to fill the silence without killing it. Jimmy kept his focus on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting easy on his thigh. Jey, meanwhile, kept glancing back at you, like he was daring you to look away first.
Every stoplight felt longer than it needed to be. Every shift of the car made you more aware of how close everything suddenly felt. Jimmy’s calm presence grounded the space, while Jey’s energy sparked it, the contrast pulling you in two different directions without either of them ever saying a word.
When y’all finally pulled up to the AirBNB, the tension grew heavier like you were almost expecting something more than you already knew.
Inside, the lights were low. Candles already lit. Deep red roses everywhere—on the table, along the counter, petals scattered like somebody took their time. Chocolates in black boxes, in various kinds. Milk and Dark. A bottle of Taylor Port right next to a bottle of Jack Daniels, glasses ready, wine dark and sweet and whiskey dark and smoky.
Jimmy smiled when you stepped in. “Told you we was gon’ do it right.”
Jey pulled your chair out, palm resting warm at your waist. “Take a seat, mama.”
The chocolate melted slow.
The silence said everything and nothing at the same time.
They looked at you like the celebration didn’t mean a damn thing without you in the middle of it.
And as you leaned back, glass in hand, eyes flickin’ between them, the silence settled in deep—
“Y’all staring a lil too long, you got somethin’ you tryna say?”
“I got a lot I’m tryna say and a lot I’m tryna do baby”, He just casually let shit roll off his tongue, blunt and as direct as ever. Jimmy however, poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat down in front of you. “Listen, we already know how hard it’s been going back and forth between Raw and Smackdown, but now that. you finally on Raw. We the tag champs, and we brought you here to relax and have fun wit us. But I also want you to be honest with us and yourself. That’s why we finna play a lil game.”
“When have I not been honest? Pfft. And you wanna play games on Valentine’s Day?” you sneered.
“Man you always tryna prolong shit, you already know where this game finna lead us at. Right to that bed inere” Jey groaned before setting his glass of whiskey on the coffee table.
“That’s what’s wrong with yo ass now, you impatient. Damn let shit breathe for a second. Gotta get her in the mood first plus it’s not even that late. Matter of fact it’s still early” he said before getting up and snagging the cards off the table, replacing the empty spot with his cup.
Of course while Jimmy was preoccupied with that, Jey took his time practically eye fucking your body as his hand slowly made his way to your leg and rested there, it was very obvious he ignored Jimmy’s earlier comment being the defiant one he is. “You’re so beautiful mama” he cooed, his golden grills shining on his teeth every time he talked. “Oh f’real?” You played coy biting your lip putting your hand on top of his before Jimmy eventually broke Jey off from you.
“Aye, watch out, I’m done shuffling these cards” he said moving Jey’s hand off you. “Quit touching shit, focus. Ight this game is called Truth or Temptation.”
Jey groaned before taking a seat beside you and across from his brother as Jimmy set the deck down between the three of you, tapping it twice like punctuation.
“Rules simple,” he said. “You draw a card, you finish the prompt. No dodgin’. And no jokin’ your way out of it.”
The tension had already been there before the cards even touched the table.
You sat back in the chair, silk-pressed hair pulled clean into a sleek ponytail that brushed the middle of your back every time you shifted. Your dress—soft, fitted, the kind that didn’t scream for attention but demanded it anyway—hugged you just enough to make the room feel warmer than it actually was. Your lips were lined dark, blended into a glossy nude that caught the light every time you spoke, and your golden acrylic nails—long, almond-shaped, perfectly done—tapped lazily against the glass of Taylor Port in your hand.
Jey leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, that lazy grin never leaving his face. His golden grills flashed every time he talked, catching the low light like punctuation marks of their own.
“And if you lie,” he added, eyes flicking to you, “we gon’ know.”
His energy had always been like that—direct, bold, unapologetic. The younger twin, even if only by nine minutes, but he moved like time had given him permission to be reckless with his words.
You rolled your eyes. “Y’all dramatic as hell.”
Jimmy, on the other hand, didn’t lean back. He stayed forward, grounding his shoes into the carpet. Eyes focused. His top grills glinted when he smiled, subtler than Jey’s but just as intentional. He smelled expensive—clean, deep, unmistakably deliberate. The kind of scent you noticed before you realized you were leaning into it. Creed Aventus, layered just enough to linger.
“Go ’head,” he said calmly. “Pull the card.”
That’s all you needed to hear.
“Ight,” Jimmy chimed, glancing at it the moment you turned it around.
“Finish this: The first thing I noticed about you was…”
You didn’t answer right away. Your eyes moved between them—Jimmy steady and composed, Jey already watching your mouth like he was waiting to catch something slip.
“Your energy,” you finally said. “Both of y’all. Different…but not so different at the same time if that make sense.”
Jey chuckled, the sound low. “See? Easy.”
Instead of taking the deck back, Jimmy slid it toward Jey. “Nah,” he said, eyes still on you. “Rules say everybody play.”
Jey raised a brow. “Bet.”
He drew, flipped the card onto the table, and read it aloud. “Truth: Finish this — I get jealous when…”
He leaned back, chair creaking, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. The room smelled different when he shifted—richer, sharper, addictive.
Maison Francis Kurkdjian Oud Satin Mood—dark, spicy, the kind of cologne that could grab anyone’s attention soon as they caught a whiff.
“When I feel like somebody mine,” he said finally, eyes lifting to meet yours, “but I gotta share ‘’em. Gotta share they attention.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was deliberate. And it felt like a weight pressed down on you even though nothing was touching you…yet.
Jimmy nodded once, then reached for the deck himself, slower than Jey had been.
“Temptation: Finish this — If I wanted to test your honesty, I would…”
He didn’t smile this time. Didn’t joke either. His face semi serious as his smile faltered a bit, eyes trailing towards Jey.
“…ask you the same question twice and see if the answer change,” he said, gaze moving from Jey back to you.
“Cold,” Jey muttered with a quiet laugh.
Jimmy slid the deck back toward you. “Your turn.”
You pulled a card, nails clicking softly against the edge.
“Finish this: I feel most wanted when…”
You crossed one leg over the other, the movement slow, intentional.
“When I don’t gotta ask for attention,” you said. “When it’s just…there.” You continued before pressing your lips together glancing at the both of them.
Jey hummed before letting out a soft growl his hands resting on one of his knees before slowly taking a swig of that Tennessee Whiskey. Jimmy noticed the way Jey’s knee bounced, the way his jaw tightened. You could tell he was getting impatient but Jimmy, his clean white forces just pressed down to the carpet further but he gave you that glance, the one where he goes quiet and communicates with just his eyes. Those eyes.
Jimmy reached for another card, his voice slower now—the more you spoke, the quieter he got.
“Finish this: I’ve been keeping a secret about…”
The room shifted. You could hear a pen drop. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you still answered.
“…how hard it’s been going back and forth,” you said, words coming out slower than usual.
“Going back and forth where?”Jey’s voice came soft as if he was aching to get more out of you, teasing almost, even though he already knew.
“Between two different brands.” And two different men. Two different twins.
Jimmy’s gaze was fixated on you while Jey’s eyes screamed dark, possessive, and hungry. Both of them already knew, there was nothing they didn’t know about you including when you lied. Even with no words, they read you like a book.
“And between two different men right mama?” Jey finally spoke up slowly rising up from his chair. “We not mad, but just know we been knew already.”
“You not really good at hiding it either. I been peeped it from the way you look at both of us.” Jey got closer to you and so did Jimmy. The smell of whiskey on both of them, was nothing short of intoxicating. You could feel yourself crumbling at almost nothing but you forced yourself to hold it together.
“Finish this,” he said quietly.
“The only question that matters now is…”
“What are you willing to do?”
He slowly brought his hand to your chin guiding your face slightly upward at an angle. “You don’t gotta choose, you know that right?” He was always sooo fucking gentle. It’s like he always just knew the right thing to say whenever the situation called for it. “All this, this for you” he said before pulling your chin closer where you both were just inches away from each other. The smell of whiskey, a hint of that expensive ass cologne, and the feeling of an extra pair of hands wrapping around you was enough to send you over the edge.
“It’s Valentine’s Day baby, you’n gotta run nowhere, not between no brands, and not between us no more either.” His voice got lower as he buried his face in between the crook of your neck causing you to instinctively give him more room, the feeling of his brown facial hair grazing against your soft skin before you felt something that made your face change. It was wet, slimy, deliberate and the feeling that tore across the spot of your neck Jey licked might as well been enough to make your legs buckle right then and there.
Jimmy’s eyes never left you, his eyes got more focused and seeing you in such a state caused him to lean in and plant a soft yet wet kiss on your lips. A hint of Jack Daniels with some saliva, the way Jey’s hand snaked around your hips and Jimmy’s around your waist as if they were playing a slight game of tug of war. While Jey was attacking your neck, his dick hardened between the fabric of those black jeans, it was suffocating. And knowing how he was, he was impatient, resisted taking it out but not from pressing against the crock of your ass through that dress. A firm squeeze as his hands dragged themselves down, a low growl escaping his mouth as you felt the vibrations against your neck causing you to moan in the delicate and sweet kiss you had with Jimmy.
His hands took their time rubbing up and down your waist, that natural curvy waist they both loved so much because it served as a handle to grip on whenever you rode them like you meant it. Jimmy liked taking his time with you, it was like the beginning of a dance where he would take the lead and you would follow. Slow and steady wins the race as they say. But Jey was like the rush of energy towards the end, how fast he liked to move and how he would match your energy as if you were both already tangled together and moving swiftly across the dance floor. And the middle of the dance was like a mix of them both, that’s where you liked to stay. Like you couldn’t have one without the other.
They both slowly guided you to the bedroom, Jey behind you and Jimmy still being in the front. Jey released you temporarily guiding you to the bed as your back hit the bed, Jimmy falling with you now being on top causing the soft mattress to dip beneath the weight of you both. The beautiful Valentine’s setup shift around you both — rose petals scattering across black satin sheets, the covers cool and impossibly smooth against your skin. That’s when you noticed, as loud as Jey is, him moving wasn’t him stepping back, he was slowly pushing your dress up to your waist as Jimmy moved to the side slightly to give him room but keeping his lips locked with yours. Air felt scarce but you couldn’t care because the kiss was intoxciating in the best way, as he pulled away slowly but rested his hand on your cheek he reassured you. “Just focus on the both of us for tonight, we gotchu” he said before getting up and taking his shirt off revealing the beautiful tribal patterns underneath. You couldn’t help but stare before you felt something wet press against your legs as Jey held one of them over his shoulders planting soft kisses down the sides of them at first. But apparently someone was getting a little jealous because the closer he got to your entrance he started to nip and bite the soft skin just inches away. His fingers slowly hooked around the band of your thongs as he slowly pulled them down, your pussy practically dripping with anticipation. Jey’s eyes looked so dazed for a moment as he stared and took two fingers before grazing them against the top of your folds before his eyes slowly shifted to you. The other stayed the side of your leg holding jt in place before dragging his tongue dragged across the top of your folds, tongue inching closer and close to your clit before he stopped and smiled. Nothing but gold showing for a second before nothing but his eyes were seen again and his tongue attached to your clit like a magnet. A soft moan erupted from you before you felt Jimmy’s hand’s hook the rest of your dress at the waist and drag it over your head discarding it somewhere unknown in the room leaving your body bare and exposed. Your nipples hardened from arousal and the semi-cool air didn’t make it any better.
While Jey was between your legs, Jimmy took his sweet time exploring your upper body. Those massive and tender hands gripping your breasts before giving them a nice massage as if he were preparing them for something. “They so perfect, I could lose myself in these” he said before taking two of your nipples in between his fingers earning a gasp from you before you felt your back arch slightly due to the stimulation Jey was giving you in between your legs. Jey’s silence and Jimmy’s praise along with their actions forced your body to unwind slowly. The shuffling from Jimmy caught your attention after he slowly removed one of his hands causing your head to shift to the man above and god. He wasn’t called Big Jim for no reason.
The girth and the glistening tip was enough to practically make your mouth water, he was far from average and the girth alone was enough to make you instinctively lift your hand to grab the head of it earning soft mewl in response. You kept your eyes locked above you as you slowly took his tip between your lips, the slight salty taste skimmed against your tongue as you kept devouring the older Samoan, humming against his length. “God damn girl” he chimed as he looked down at you, his hands moving across your body before slowly dragging those rough hands up to your face. Knowing he would push deeper, you craved more. With one nipple being free of touch, your hand instantly found its way over as you could feel your legs quiver slightly from Jey.
Jimmy’s thumb stroked your cheeks with such gentleness, that same gentle man that always smiled and was so caring was now eyeing you with glossy eyes and the gold on his grills flashed from the bit of light in the room as his dick was pushing further and further. He always loved the way your mouth worked on him, like he entered a state of heaven and didn’t wanna come back down. “You’re so beautiful, you know that? Mhmm” he praised. The praise….god the praise he gave. Every time you were with Jimmy he would praise your body, so warm and endearing, it seemed so holy of him, that’s how he was with you. That’s the side you loved about him the most because he was always so caring…so mature, so careful. That’s why when his slowly pushed his dick further, you didn’t mind, you never did because you would take it like the good girl you were for him. Neck hanging back off the bed to give him that perfect arch, the ability for him to fully touch your upper half, hands gripping your breasts, pinching your hardened nipples in between his fingers while slowly moving his hips back and forth, his balls kissing the bridge of your noise. Even then he was so mild with it, so tender made you feel so appreciated as he worshipped your upper half with his dick and his hands. His Tatted arms flexed with each passing grip yet still so moderate and compassionate with it.
But you liked having a thrill, a bad boy in your life, somebody that always had to just do some stupid shit but still give you a good time when you needed it. A dick to keep your attitude in check. Could make you cum over and over again and tease you with a shit eating grin. And that someone was Jey. The man that was currently having a whole meal in between your legs causing you to shake against Jimmy and unable to collect your thoughts together. His tongue he loved sticking out so much during his entrances dragged along the outside of your folds right before circling around your pink and glistening clit. Even though he playfully did it on screen, that man was a eater. No spot was neglected, every trace of your pussy was explored like a cavern, this was nothing compared to when you two were alone. It’s like he wanted to make you fall apart simply because someone else was in the room, because your attention had to be divided in 2. But you couldn’t help it. One was gentle, mature, and worshipped your body like a goddess and the other was reckless, aggressive and so fucking good at making your world turn upside down. Unable to say what you wanted to, you could only gasp and hum against Jimmy’s dick but the more your body convulsed, they both could tell you were on the edge. Your toes curled as your almond shaped acrylics dug into the satin black sheets pulling them towards your direction as if you were leaving behind a messy indicator of a sin you’d be committing. Your back arched as the orgasm pending ripped through your body violently leaving you trembling as you could swear Jey was eyeing you the entire time. Those eyes were something else, as if he begged for this to happen but made a silent promise to make you feel like you never have before. Short gasps escaped your now slightly lips as Jimmy grounded you slowly. “You good?”
You could only nod in response as your eyes were hazy from the overwhelming feeling of your high coming back down and your saliva covering Jimmy’s dick as you pulled away with a soft pop. “Good, cuz we ain’t nowhere near finished baby” he cooed before placing his hand behind your temple and sitting you up only slightly to where you could look at Jey, his beard and lips glistening from your fluids. His eyes looked so hungry as they roamed your body before licking his lips taking in more of you before Jey suddenly grabbed your face pulling you toward him and crashing his lips against yours, the wetness that still lingered covered your lips and chin but you could care less as your tongue found itself against his. The taste of metal and aftermath was addictive though he didn’t let you stay there for long before pulling away. “Turn over.” The command was short but intentional as he pulled back and discarded the rest of his clothes. A shift between all three of you ended with Jimmy’s back being near the head board, your face in between his legs again, and Jey being behind you, knees digging into the sheets. A full view of your ass on display prompting him to slam his hand on your smooth brown skin causing a mewl in response from you.
“Hey, focus pretty girl” you heard Jimmy say as your eyes fluttered at him as his hand wrapped around your cheeks and those soft eyes stared into yours. But just as you stared just a little too long, getting lost with the man in front of you, your voice broke as your walls expanded and the feeling slight stinging sensation consumed your lower half from the man behind you. That was Jey, always taking advantage of a situation whenever your attention was somewhere else. “Yeah focus mama, if you can” he said, pushing into you further earning a loud gasp from in response, his dick was thick and he was just as big as his brother was. Both of them carrying a 9. You let out a cry as he pushed in further before Jimmy silenced them with a passionate kiss. You couldn’t deny him, it’s as if you were being pulled in two directions but you loved both of them even if one was smooth and the other was rocky. As Jimmy pulled away you let your head fall into his lap, acrylics wrapped around the base of his dick before you let saliva pool into your mouth and drip on his dick moving your hand in a smooth rhythm up and down before taking him into your warm cavern again.
A soft groan escaped Jimmy as his hands glided through your silk press, gently moving it out of your face and wrapping it around his hand. Your voiced hummed as your body jolted forward from Jey’s thrusts from behind. Your tongue glided over the older Samoan’s tip as Jimmy pressed your head further down onto his dick, the corners of your eyes prickling with tears as the air became thin and ragged, his dick practically allowing no room for air. He hissed letting his bottom teeth disappear behind that set of gold on his top row of teeth, the sound of slurping and gagging while your pussy clenched around the man behind you caused a growl in response.
The sounds of squelching, slurping, skin slapping together, and moans filled the room. Jey’s hand slowly made its way to the back of your neck before pulling you off his brothers dick but forcing you to stare at the messiness you caused. “Look at the mess you made mama” he said as you let out a gasp, spit dripping from your lips as Jimmy’s tongue slide across his lips and he slapped his saliva cock against your lips promoting you to let your tongue free and wrap his tip in it. All while using your elbow and hand as leverage to arch your back and throw your ass back on Jey attempting to match his rhythm.
“That’s right mama, throw it back f’me some more girl. Keep grippin’ me just like that” he chimed, your back was arched slightly and your legs felt numb. The way his dick kept sliding in and out of your walls while one hand gripped your waist and the other was in between your legs. He might’ve been older than you, but still younger than his brother and a whole lot messier. Reckless, sloppy, immature but the kind that railed the hell out of you in the sheets. Beads of sweat dripped down your back and ass, the recoil adding onto the sight of your pussy engulfing his dick from the back. “Fuck mama” he mumbled, his hands never leaving their respective places as your body fought the urge to release the pending orgasm that continued to build in your stomach.
“I know you feel that right there girl” he cooed pressing his hand against your stomach causing your body to jolt off of instinct before slowly relaxing into it. “J-Jey” you whimpered as you put your head down into Jimmy’s lap only able to squeeze his dick but enough to make his bottom lip disappear behind that row of gold again. “I know baby, I know.” he said as his thrusts got sloppier but a lot deeper, stroke after stroke. You felt so numb, all you could do was take in more of Jimmy, at first he was so patient and even now he was gentle but he became more and more firm the closer he got. That serious yet aroused look as he continued to praise you got him met with doe yet hazy eyes. “Look at chu, you doin’ so good baby” Jimmy cooed causing you to relax your throat allowing his dick to slide even deeper into your mouth. Your gag reflex taking over just a bit as the corner of your lips formed bubbles of salvia between them. He threw his head back as you gagged, not being able to himself, he pushed your head down further causing you to gag more, his tip pushing against the back of your throat. His legs trembled slightly as his cock twitched. “Fuuucckkk” he let out feeling your gags get even louder, your cunt soaking from the stimulation you were getting from behind and the inescapable feeling of air being sucked away from you due to your mouth being preoccupied. Without warning, you suddenly felt hot salty liquid pool in the back of your mouth as you hummed against his balls, his dick completely invisible inside of your mouth. You tried to pull away which only earned a tug of your hair in response. “Uh uh. Swallow first, baby” he chimed before you slowly let the liquid slide down your throat, earning the privilege to pull away with a soft pop. Your eyes were hazy and the breath from your lungs were being ripped away even further from how rough Jey was drilling you from behind. But as he wrapped his strong tatted sleeve around your neck and pulled you against his chest, you could only let out gasps of air and drawn out mewls as your arm wrapped behind his head, your acrylics running through his messy curls from his mullet.
Jimmy took the opportunity to slide close, sitting up before taking in one of your neglected nipples into his mouth causing your body to shudder, the coil in your stomach being ready to come undone any second before Jey suddenly stopped causing you to whine, that coil slowly beginning to disappear. “Ion think so baby, you gon have to beg for that” he said before you felt your legs tremble as Jimmy’s other hand casually rubbed against your clit, knowing the slightly swollen muscle was sensitive causing a jolt in response. “Don’t worry, when we finally do let you go, it’ll be worth it” he said as he pulled away from your nipple and Jey slowly let go letting you fall into Jimmy’s chest. “Guess what pretty girl” he cooed. “We gon’ try somethin’ new but you gon need to relax for this one okay, breathe f’me. Grip onto me as tight as you need to” he said which confused you but your curiousity peaked. You used your hands as stability on Jimmy’s tatted chest before feeling Jimmy’s tip press against your clit, rubbing against the slightly sensitive muscle before Jey slowly pulled out only slightly just to the tip before letting Jimmy slowly slide in, the wetness of your cunt but the small feeling of emptiness consuming you before tensing up before you felt the both of them push in at the same time slow, the slow expansion of your walls and the girth of both of them was nearly unbearable as you felt your temple push into Jimmy’s chest hissing and letting out a whine of pain, a mixture of pleasure following as you felt your cunt get even wetter the more they pushed in. It burned, stung even but god you couldn’t deny that you wanted them to push further because that small hint of pleasure that was mixing in with the pain was enough to peak your curiosity if they kept going. “Breathe f’me, relax baby you almost there” he chimed again. You couldn’t even utter words, Jimmy’s hands caressed your sides as Jey planted soft kisses on your back. Your body trembled before your acrylics dug into Jimmy’s chest causing him to hiss from that and how tight your walls were around the both of them. Jey let out a soft sigh, his hands gripping your ass tighter as they both bottomed out inside of you.
Your grip on Jimmy remained firm as you felt so full from the both of them but as the pain slowly mixed in with the pleasure consuming you as they both begin to move, your grip slowly loosened just enough to peer up at him. Your voice was cracking and your breaths were desperate, your chest rising and falling as they both fucked into you. Your pussy was throbbing yet gripping the both of them like no tomorrow. You had never been stretched like this before but based on how it felt in the moment, you knew it wouldn’t be your last. With them, testing shit out wasn’t out the window and there was certainly a first time for everything. As your body shifted forward from the both of them, Jimmy’s hips thrusting upward and Jey pulling back and diving in again, it created a wave of pleasure you had no idea existed. You had started to zone out, your mind only focusing on the movements beneath you as your acrylics dug into Jimmy’s chest creating crescent shaped marks that would turn red later. Your moans came out as broken sobs almost the rougher their thrusts got.
“Look at chu mama, you fucked out huh?” Jey coaxed as his hand came down on your ass once again earning a sharp scream from you. A gasp left your lips as Jimmy thrusted up into you, the way they both fucked you at the same rhythm, same pace, how deep they both went into you drove you mad. You could only shudder as beads of sweat coated your back, chest, and ass. Your hair messy and stray hairs everywhere from getting pulled in all directions. Your tits swayed back and forth with each passing thrust causing whimpers and moans to escape from you. Your pussy throbbed with want, “I-I c-can’t aaughhh” you cried as you felt Jimmy’s hand wrap itself around your neck. “Yes you can” he said before pressing his other hand against your stomach causing you to mewl. “You feel that? That right there? That’s us, you doin’ good, look at me.” He said before gripping your throat locking his eyes with yours. You stared but when you did, both of their thrusts only got more brutal, one of Jey’s hand made their way toward your clit beginning to play with the slightly swollen muscle causing you to let out a guttural moan and arch your hips forward against his hand but Jey smacked your ass and pulled your hips back to him. “Nah baby, ain’t no runnin’” he cooed as his fingers kept up a relentless assault on your clit. “I-I’m g-gonna cum! P-please f-fuccckkkk” your mind was spinning and the pleasure surging through your body was become too much. The stimulation, the fact you had two men inside of you, both sharing the same space, the same entrance, both completely lost in pleasure same as you were. Your cunt spasmed as you attempted to hold on but you couldn’t, the stimulation was too much as your body shook, legs completely numb as your juices leaked all over the both of them. “That’s it girl, let that shit go” Jey cooed witnessing you fall apart underneath him continuing to slam his hips into you through your orgasm, Jimmy doing the same as he forced your face to his and his eyes stared into yours. “You think you can do it again f’me? Huh?” He said, his dick twitching with anticipation but he ignored it knowing how much you loved the overstimulation. “J-Jimmy I c-can’t!” You pleaded, your eyes half lit as you stared at the older Samoan. “Yes the fuck you can babygirl, you’ve done it too many times. Come on, chase it wimme” he cooed and how could you deny his request. Jey’s hand gripped your hair, wrapping his hand around it using it as stability, his other hand digging into your waist. Your voice, despite being cracked and hoarse from how loud you were, let out a muffled and desperate moan, as your body shook from the overstimulation but Jey and Jimmy knew how to get you to completely lose it.
The arch you gave as Jey was giving you backshots and Jimmy was encouraging you while giving you thrusts of his own, gave both of them the green light to hit that one spot that drove you mad. Soon as they found it, your words became filthy, each one being dirtier than the last as you already knew you wouldn’t last. The coil in your stomach twisting into something unrecognizable for the moment when you realized that you weren’t building to an orgasm, but something else way worse better. As your legs shook, your eyes became even more hazy as only your irises could be seen, it started to spill. You made a mess, liquid spilling all over both of their 9s as your body spasmed again, resulting in both men grinned in satisfaction. “Oh my gooooddd auugghhh” you let out a breathless moan as you felt Jey’s lips by your ear. “Das right baby, make a mess f’ us”Jey chimed before a low moan escaped him, his breath hot against your ear as both of their thrusts got sloppy and their moans had a hint of whimpers through them before you felt two pairs of hands dig into your skin. A warm pool of liquid completely covering your insides as both of them let a string of curse words go. “God damn baby” Jimmy sighed as sweat covered his temple, strings of hair sticking to his forehead, lips wet as his beard was ragged from movement and the multiple make out sessions you two had. Sweat covered Jey’s tatted chest and back on top of the beautiful tribal work underneath it as he attacked your neck with sweet kisses humming against it before slowly pulling out along with Jimmy, a long strip of white following behind as it dripped onto the black sheets forming a small pool.
The room had been filled with heavy panting before going quiet for a second, the kind of quiet where everything still felt warm and heavy. The air thick, but calm now smelling of musk, sex, and the fading of cologne. You were laid back against the pillows, breathing steady again, silk press definitely not how it started—edges a lil frizzy, strands sticking to your cheek and neck, the rubber band holding your hair once tight in a ponytail, now sliding loose, barely hanging on as strands slipped free.
Jimmy was the first to move, propped up on one elbow, looking down at you with that half-smile like he knew exactly what they both just did to you.
“Damn… we really messed yo hair up, huh?” he muttered, reaching out real gentle, like he tryna fix it but also not make it worse.
You rolled your eyes a little, but you didn’t pull away completely. “Y’all did more than mess it up,” you mumbled, voice soft, tired in a good way.
Jey let out a low chuckle as he pulled you in from Jimmy, settling you against him, his hand resting on your waist—slow, absent-minded circles like he tryna ground you. “C’mere mama,” he murmured, voice quieter now, softer than before, as he shifted you just a little closer.
Jimmy slipped off the bed for a second, disappearing into the bathroom before coming back with a bonnet in one hand and two damp cloths in the other.
“Sit up for me real quick,” he said, gentle but firm.
You groaned but listened, sitting up while he carefully dabbed at your face and your neck with the first cloth before taking the second cloth, dragging it along your folds causing you to shiver slightly before laughing. “Still sensitive huh?” he joked but his touch was light, almost careful, making sure you felt comfortable the entire time.
Jey’s hand was also light as it rested on your back, tracing slow gentle circles around your upper and lower back. “You good?” he asked, low, right by your ear.
You nodded, leaning into him without thinking being tired from the ordeal you three just shared. “Yeah… I’m good.”
After he was done and disposed of the cloths, Jimmy reached for the bonnet, gathering your hair with careful hands. Your silk press nowhere near perfect anymore—it was frizziness all over and your rubber band was hanging on by a thread—but he treated it like it mattered just the same.
“Next time,” he muttered, “we gotta do better. Silk press ain’t deserve allat.”
You huffed a small laugh. “Next time?” you teased, side-eyeing him.
He smirked. “You heard me.”
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A/N: I’ve been soooo busyyy take this as an I’m sorry….mind you I was suppose to post ts in February and it’s been in the drafts since then because I never finished it til now 🥲
A/N #2: If you wanna be added to the taglist lemme know, I know I haven’t posted in a while I’m so sorry 😭 also uh I didn’t proofread this so please don’t clock me for errors🥲
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