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୨ৎ .ᐟ 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 ── randy orton.

. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: you’ve been with the wwe for as long as you can remember and randy orton has always been around you (being great friends) since you arrived, but he’s nicer to you than he is to others. so, when you insist that he’s just being “nice”, everyone can tell you don’t know any better. however, when candid photos of you and randy start going around that look like you two are more than just friends, it dawns on you that randy has wanted to be more than just “nice” for a while now.

. ݁₊ ⊹ notes: this is a request from an anon, so this is for them, whoever they may be!!

you’re in your zone, pacing down the hallway in the td garden, ipad in one hand, phone on speaker, reciting a hotel confirmation number to one of the wwe's travel agents while texting someone at the same time.

your leather satchel is slung low on your shoulder. your other bag, a rolling carry-on with travel documents inside slams into your ankle. "shit...! ow.", you curse under your breath, adjusting the strap of your satchel—you were very clearly stressed.

suddenly, out of nowhere, randy orton popped up behind you, quiet as a church mouse. you and randy have been good friends for the longest.

it was surprising how acquainted randy could get with a random talent relations coordinator, but when you first met him and treated him like a human and not "the viper", not fangirling over him hysterically, like a regular person...

...well, he found that intriguing. and once he started to find you alone time and time again backstage, you started slowly opening up and boom, you two are friends! quick, to say the least.

safe to say, it happened that fast because you never went out of your way to try to impress him. that’s just how you did things.

anyhow, randy came out of the blue, helping you out like he loved to do. "what'd the hotel mess up this time?", he asks, grabbing your satchel without being asked.

he’d known you for long enough that he knew when something had happened.

"zayn and breakker (you travel coordinated for all brands) were somehow sent to a days inn with a bug problem. ugh.", you sighed, tucking your phone between your shoulder and your ear, now on hold by the hotel, because of course you were.

switching your bag from his left to his right, the backs of his fingers brush your arm; slow and easy. now realizing that he'd taken your bag off of you, you snort. "sheesh. you know i lift in my spare time, right?"

"yeah", he drawls. "still like doin' shit for you." he follows you to where you're going: a room near gorilla just for holding the superstars between whatever they have scheduled for tonight, with tv monitors playing and multiple chairs scattered everywhere.

this room is where you were always stationed if you weren’t anywhere else in an arena at the moment.

you step into the room, reading the sign next to the door before entering. "talent holding".

this room was completely optional for the wrestlers to be in, so it was a coin toss if anyone would be in there at any time throughout the night.

once situated, you check the list on your ipad of superstars who are here tonight and making sure they're registered for the same hotel as everyone else. you don't need another sami/bron situation.

you also checked the master timesheet and call list, making sure those lined up. that last part isn't your job, but you like to make sure everything's correct so no issues can be had later. you loved a stress-free environment when it could be had.

after randy sits your carry-on in an empty corner of the room, he gets closer to you to look at your ipad screen with you. he hooks an arm lazily around your waist.

it's not a possessive grab. more of a faint graze that might as well have been nothing. you stop what you're doing for long enough to look over your shoulder and see randy looking like a curious cat. "need something?" he smirks.

"you." your heart jumped to your ass before he continued, "to tell me if my promo got bumped." you let out the heaviest sigh through your nose, wondering why the hell he would phrase that sentence like that.

still, you scroll through the file, not noticing the way his eyes briefly fall to your ass as you do so. finding his name next to his designated promo time that was still the same, you zoom in to show him. "nope.", you said, popping the "p". "you're still closing hour two. relax." he leans closer. too close.

"can't relax when you seem this stressed, sweetheart. need someone lookin' out for you.", he replied. you roll your eyes, laughing at your friend's ridiculousness.

after smackdown's over, everyone's tired out and they seem to all be in catering. since it was packed to the brim this particular night, you find the last available table, wanting to eat whatever they were serving too.

your ipad's with you once again, like it always is, sitting next to your plate of roasted brussels sprouts and jasmine rice pilaf, plus a small slice of boston cream pie (you told yourself you earned it after running around all night), and some iced coffee.

notes, reminders, and schedules already lit up the device for any extracurricular events and for next friday.

randy comes out of nowhere again, flopping into the seat next to you like he owns it.

in the chatter of everybody else in the area, he murmured, "you didn't text me back." regarding what the text was, it made sense (to you) that you didn’t answer it.

it was: “did you pack my phone charger?” “…you asked if i packed your phone charger.”, you said with a smile. “you’re a grown-ass man.”

he reached over and stole a brussels sprout off of your plate. counter-arguing back, “you said i was your responsibility on the road.” he shrugged.

you snorted, trying not to laugh too loudly at the way he said that—like he was your child and you the mommy. “i said that to get you to stop yelling at almost every TSA agent at every airport we travel through!”

meanwhile, you two are nonchalantly sharing your food. you’re nudging his leg under the table when he tickles your ankle with his foot. it’s all very comfortable. too comfortable.

someone (that someone being la knight) passes by and mutters with a laugh, “jesus. he’s got it bad.” you somehow hear him and wave a dismissive hand, mouth full of rice.

“puh-lease. he’s just nice.” about a half hour later, the crowd of people has thinned out and everyone’s a little lower on energy. then, you remembered reading a notification that changed the start time of some fan event later this week from 11:00 to 1:30.

you should probably tell him. you get closer to randy, whispering the info to him, so he’d know about it, since he was one of the scheduled superstars at the event. wouldn’t want him to show up too early.

one hand of yours is cupping his ear so he can hear you clearly, and the other is slung over the back of his chair, fingers lightly brushing his neck without you even realizing it.

one of his hands are resting on your thigh, two fingers absently tapping against the fabric of your dress pants.

you don’t notice at all.

and then, byron saxton comes from somewhere, and, spotting you and randy cozying up to each other, raises his phone as discreetly as he can, acting like he’s checking for something on the device, before taking the loudest photo possible of you two.

wanting to know if there’s anything going on between you and mr. orton, he asks, “you two together, or…?” you sit up suddenly, choking on your own spit.

“what? ew, no!!”, you blurted. randy doesn’t even blink. doesn’t deny it, either. he just keeps eating whatever’s left of your boston cream pie, still touching you.

“he’s just—he’s just like that with everyone.”, you insist. joe tessitore snorts, walking past while leaving for the night.

“yeah, okay. he shares food and plays footsie with everyone else too?” umm, how had he even known you two were playing “footsie” under the table?

whatever.

checking your ipad and answering texts, you head towards your rental car. mostly everyone had left and production trucks were staring to make their way out as well.

randy’s walking beside you.

“you never sit with anyone else in catering.”, he uttered casually, trying to make you see where he was going with that; “that” being that you must have liked him in a romantic capacity, in some way.

distracted, you reply, “i sit where there’s space.” he stops walking and you don’t see he’s not next to you until he calls your name from a short distance away.

“y/n.” you turn to look. he’s standing still, hands in his shorts pockets, eyes low. “d’ya really think i act like this with everyone…?” you look at the ground and swallow softly.

you don’t have an answer. that’s because you didn’t know if you wanted the answer to be “yes” or “no”.

you didn’t have much luck with love, so when someone tried to get past that friend stage, you never noticed unless they literally yelled it at you and even if they could get past it, because of something your first (and only) boyfriend said about you and your age and being so “childish” just a day before he broke up with you, you just… assumed people looked at you like a kid, because of said romantic naïvety.

turns out having no clue what to do with a boyfriend does you no good in the real dating world. (obviously, but you didn’t dwell too much on that fact.)

but for randy, he was a man that’s gotten closer than most men you’ve known and he was being more than obvious than your first boyfriend was (when he was trying to ask you out), that he liked you and you still couldn’t see that.

hm. he grinned, sharp and slow, seeing you had no answer for him. “didn’t think so.” and he walks to his rental car without even looking back at you.

bright lighting, gear racks, two folding tables with bottled water and small snacks and makeup kits.

it was the friday after next, and you were currently in the media prep room, getting fitted with a sleek, tight black dress for a pre-taped segment you were in later that night, where you'd just be a background extra talking timing with a superstar for their later segment.

you're listening closely if the one crew member always present in this room called for you to go on, your ever present ipad tucked under one arm, leisurely chatting in the amounts of free time you had.

during a good conversation you were having with alexa bliss about you just loving her little friendship with charlotte flair they'd had together lately, carmelo hayes strolled over with a smile on his face.

he pushes his shades down off of his eyes, trying to get your attention. and he does, as you hold up your index finger, telling lexi to wait just a moment while you see what melo wants.

you turn to him with a soft beam. he looks you from top to bottom, one of his eyebrows raising like he’s intrigued. “what? something wrong?”, you giggle out.

his eyes blow wide like he’s very surprised by what you were wearing. every superstar has only ever seen you in leggings, dress pants, or modest skirts. not slick pieces like what you currently had on.

“wooooww, black dress for a lil’ background part? guess we’re stepping up the game tonight.”

“it’s called professionalism, christian.”, you smirked, doing a little dance to show off the small sparkles on the dress. melo let out a low whistle.

“professionalism looks good on you.” at some point, randy made his way into the room, needing to be there to make sure he was all good before a promo of his own in just a few.

he’s in a conversation of his own with a road agent, discussing the finish of his match that’s a little after his promo that he has against drew mcintyre later tonight.

he glances over for the smallest second and he clocks the sight instantly—you laughing like a schoolgirl at something melo said, his head tilted, your body angled toward him.

it was clear you didn’t know he was flirting with you. randy’s conversation with the road agent died mid-sentence and the agent just shut up when he noticed randy wasn’t paying attention to him anymore.

randy excused himself with nothing but a “‘scuse me” and started walking over to you and melo. he was slow. unhurried. every step deliberate and intentional. his eyes don’t leave you the entire time he’s making his way over.

whoever was in his way while he was walking over subtly moves aside.

when he makes it, he stands over you, you looking up to see who it is, his fingers grazing the dip where your back lead into your butt.

when randy finally spoke, it was dry and barbed. he was trying to get melo to go the hell away. “didn’t know you made time for fanboys now.”, he told you.

he had a shark-like wry grimace on his face and his eyes were fixed on carmelo in a predatory way.

like the “viper” side of him was coming out.

after carmelo nervously laughed, but wasn’t moving any, he inconspicuously angled his body between melo and y/n, which forced melo move back half a step.

his hand moved up from your waist to your shoulder; not a casual “good job” type pat, but a slow, possessive grip, thumb brushing the exposed skin of your collarbone.

he scanned melo from his hairline to his boots, deliberate in such a way that it was disrespectful.

melo then got the message.

he nodded, laughed (which was as brief and awkward as it could get), and then made up some quick excuse about “having to get back to gorilla”, promptly leaving.

you turned around, softly stomping your foot like an angry toddler. “randy! you scared him off!”

randy shrugs, low voiced, "didn't like how he was lookin' at you." you laughed him off.

"you're ridiculous. he was just being nice." randy then stepped away, content that no more men were approaching you.

but, randy murmured under his breath as he did so, "you say that like i'm ever "ridiculous".

eight days later, half of the smackdown and raw rosters are on a shared bus coming from a house show, traveling to the assigned hotel so the superstars can rest up for the night before getting ready to leave for the next city, which was manchester, new hampshire.

the dark sky occasionally filtered slivers of moonlight through the windows, lighting up the inside of the bus, alongside with roadside lamps.

that post-show fatigue still hung in the air, bags stacked overhead, the tires' humming muffled on the highway.

you were riding along the entire week to make sure everyone who was scheduled for this week was here the whole time, from the past monday to the upcoming friday.

but right now, you were just as tired as everybody else. your head was slumped onto the bus window, scrolling half-heartedly on your phone, on the verge of falling asleep.

your hair was still slightly damp from the quick post-show shower you oddly enough took. the glass was cool against the side of your temple, pulling you closer into sleepiness.

a couple of the guys are in the back trading jokes about something, namely aj styles and montez ford. the bus driver’s radio crackles with static. the ac hums.

randy was sat next to you the whole ride and without a word, he drops his hoodie that was sitting on his lap over your lap, the clothing piece heavy and warm.

you’re so sleepy, you barely even register what happened, but you still mutter, “…you know ‘m not cold, right??” contradicting what you’d just told randy, you pulled the hoodie over you anyway.

a faint detail you take notice of is the scent left lingering on the hoodie: clean laundry, with some hints of cologne and arena musk lingering. you take a deep breath, taking the smell in, not aware you did that at the moment.

it honestly was weird to you that randy had even took a seat next to you.

sure, he’d loved to be around you and you him, but when it came to having to travel on a bus for any reason, he usually sat at the back with the boys. it’s different now.

his thighs press into yours even though there’s an armrest separating your seats. he was just that huge a guy.

one of his arms drapes loosely along the back of your seat—it seems casual, but it isn’t casual. his gaze is set forward at first, jaw shifting as if he’s mulling something over.

after a minute, he finally glances down at you, his voice dropping to make sure only you can hear him. “you ever wonder why i treat you different?”

as weary as you were, you couldn’t ignore randy and plus… what the hell was he talking about? you blink, caught off guard by that out-of-nowhere question. “you don’t.” he laughs, but it’s not really a laugh.

it’s more of a sharp exhale through his nose, tinged with disbelief. how could you not see it? “y/n. i fuckin’ do.” he leans back slightly, watching your face, like he’s waiting for you to connect the dots.

instead, you shake your head, brushing him off once again. “nooo, randy, you’re just… like that. with everyone.” his brows lift because you have to be fucking with him.

there’s an edge in his tone now. “name one other girl i tuck in with my jacket on this damn bus. go ahead.” he shifts even closer to you. his voice dropped even deeper than it did before.

not angry, but loaded. you open your mouth. close it. if anyone were to look at your face, they could see you running through your memories, trying to find an example. you don’t. the space between you and randy is charged now.

his gaze steady, yours flicking anywhere but his face. he leans back, looking out the window of the seats across the aisle, his jaw tight. “didn’t think so.” silence stretches.

outside, a mile marker flashes by.

in your hotel room, the sleep you’d been getting was absolutely fucking wonderful. and for some terrible reason, your body’s clock woke you up when you didn’t even want to.

as soon as your eyes slowly blinked open, bleary, you automatically grab your phone and your instagram notifications are blown the hell up. …hello?

what had happened? you open the app, thumb sliding through your home page, but notifs are still pouring in.

tags, mentions, just people blowing up your phone. finally, you scroll until you come across the post that seems to have taken instagram by storm. you squint. what are you looking at?

letting your eyes focus, you start to notice what exactly the photo is. it’s you.

you slumped against randy orton’s shoulder in catering, cheek tucked on his shoulder, his hand loose but firm on your thigh. hoodie pooled across the both of you.

unt-unt, when was this taken?? and by WHO?? the post had thousands of likes, and comments were literally being posted each second you opened and closed the comments section.

the people loved the picture, saying what they felt needed to be said about the situation in the post:

chairshotqueen

they’re totally fucking 💀

legendkillerlvr69

not her stealing THE randy orton

wrestlegirlies

he looks at her like he hung the stars 😭

tagteamtea

oh this isn’t coworkers this is intimate.

@kayfabekween has already screenshotted the photo and posted it to their twitter, with the caption, “new wwe power couple?? 👀”

the post gets so much traction in the few minutes it’s already been posted, it’s ridiculous!

your mouth literally goes dry because it’s been dropped in shock since you saw the post on insta.

your face heats up and your stomach flips, like the world just said “oops!” and shoved you off of a ledge.

you share the two posts to randy via messages, hoping he’s awake to see how silly fans are acting over (what you think is) nothing, with a:

wtf is this LMAO people are delusional 😭😭😭

your fingers hover over the screen, exiting and re-entering the chat, waiting for his little typing bubble to pop up.

nothing.

hours pass by. lunchtime has come and gone. the sound unit of the behind the scenes team pass soundchecks for tomorrow, which was monday night.

you check your phone three more times in a row, hoping for anything. still nothing. paranoia officially started to set in—did randy see your message? did he even care??

did you embarrass him?? did you make an already tense situation worse…?

finally, your phone dings. a message—a message!! you pull your phone out of your pocket so fast, it almost falls to the floor. you click on the notif and it is from randy!!! it says:

are they?

just that. no emoji. no silly punctuation softening the blow. flat. sharp. like you’d pressed a nerve with your earlier text. you stared at your screen. at the message.

your heart’s beating like a drum. you laugh nervously at nothing in particular. you reply.

uh yeah??? obviously lol

the “lol” felt fake even as you typed it. he sees the message. the receipt changes from “seen” to “read”. but, he doesn’t respond as quickly as he usually does.

instead, he stopped responding at all. he left you… on read. on read?! you kept staring at your phone like it might cough up a message at any second now.

but… it doesn’t.

the hotel hallway is dim. the silence in the late-night hums along with the sound of vending machines buzzing.

your hands shake slightly as you swipe your keycard over the card reader to your room. red light. you try again. red.

you mutter under your breath, “stupid fuckin’ card! uggggh!!”, your cheeks hot with tiredness and feeling some tension between you and randy, your best friend, you were stressed all day.

and it wasn’t the usual “are they/aren’t they” tension you and randy always had—it was like holding a match to a stick of dynamite, and then when it blows up, freaking out over the results.

you calmed yourself down a bit, going to swipe the keycard once again slowly. footsteps approach behind you; steady and heavy. you freeze.

you turn around, ready to punch the shit out of whoever it was, but it’s just… randy. he’s got no hoodie on this time like he usually does.

instead, he’s in a tight black tee that stretches across his broad shoulders. his jaw is set. his eyes are dark and you can’t tell what emotion he’s currently feeling right now. he leans one arm casually on the wall, like he owned the hallway.

you blurt, a nervous laugh bubbling out of your lips. “you… didn’t answer my text earlier.” randy’s gaze doesn’t wander. his voice is rough.

“i was pissed off.” a pause. his eyes flick to your hands twiddling with your keycard, then back to your face.

“…tired of watchin’ you pretend i don’t want you.” he steps in closer. so close, you can feel the heat radiating off of him. he keeps his voice even, but every word lands heavy.

“i’ve been patient. i’ve touched you, held you, protected you, dropped every fuckin’ hint i got.” his jaw is now clenched, his breath near your ear now as he leans down.

“you’re the only one i call “baby”. you’re the only backstage member i know like the back of my hand.

you’re the only one i can’t stop lookin’ at.” your chest has been tight since he started. you try to break this thick unease with a laugh, although your voice is weak.

“you’re just—“

he cuts you off sharply, head shaking. “no. i’m not “just” anything. not with you.” your voice dropped, softer than either you or randy had ever heard.

“i… i thought you’d never want someone my age…” at the age of 25, how could you possibly think such a thing (in randy’s mind)?

for the first time, randy’s lips twitch into a smile; wolfish and sharp. he tilts his head, eyes burning into yours. “i want you. been wantin’ you since day one.” your hands fumble with your keycard again, your back now pressed against your room door.

but, your eyes never leave his. he takes just one step closer, and now, you can feel the heat off his chest. “you want me to stop, i’ll walk away right now.” your throat bobs as you swallow.

you don’t give him a verbal answer—just stare, lashes fluttering, then giving him the smallest shake of your head. his hand lifts. slow and deliberate.

his knuckles graze your jaw before cupping it, tilting your chin up until you have no choice but to meet his eyes.

the other hand plants against the door beside your head, caging you in without touching you. he rasps, voice steady but loaded, “you’re mine, baby. say it.”

it takes you a moment to find your voice. it finally comes out about 20 seconds later, barely a whisper, lips trembling, “…yours.”

the second the word leaves you, a soft but daring taunt, his control snaps like a frayed rope.

his mouth crashes into yours, not just a kiss, but a… a claim.

his lips are hot and demanding and when you gasp, he swallows the sound whole, his tongue sweeping in like he’s been starving for it. there’s nothing gentle about the situation.

the wet slide of his lower lip dragging against yours before he nips it, just hard enough to make you whimper, for example.

his hand spears into your hair, fingers tangling in the roots until he’s got a fistful, tilting your head just so. he deepens the kiss until you’re dizzy from barely any air.

the only thing you can focus on is the way his breath hitches when you eventually, eventually, kiss him back. his other hand?

that one’s stuck to your hip, palm splayed wide, hauling you against him so suddenly, you stumble.

he steadies you again and the door hits your back with a “thud!”, but you barely register it because holy shit, randy orton is hard everywhere—his chest and his thighs especially.

you claw at his shirt, fingers twisting in the damp fabric (when the hell did he get sweaty?), bunching it up like you’re trying to crawl inside his skin.

the muscles under your palm flex, and you moan into his mouth because fuck, he’s built like a goddamn wrecking ball, and you’ve been waiting too long to touch him. the kiss turns filthy fast.

it’s all sloppy, open-mouthed desperation—teeth clacking, tongues tangling, the kind of mess that should be embarrassing, but isn’t. not when he growls and it vibrates against your lips every time you arch into him.

he bites your bottom lip, then soothes the sting with a slow, wet drag of his tongue that makes your knees buckle.

you melt against him, but he’s ready for it, his arm banding around your waist, pinning you to the door.

his thumb traces your jaw, then your throat, like he’s memorizing the way your pulse jumps under his touch.

when he, after a while, pulls back, you’re both panting, his forehead pressed to yours, your breath mingling. his lips are swollen, his eyes dark and hungry. you can smell him.

…leather and sweat and that stupidly expensive cologne he wears, the one that made your brain short-circuit every time he walked into a room.

his thumb brushes your bottom lip, still damp from his mouth, and you bite the appendage playfully (at long last, getting the tone of a romantic moment), just to watch his pupils blow wide.

he leans in, kissing you again, but this time, it’s slow. meaningful. his lips ghost over yours, once, twice, like he’s savoring the taste of you. his voice is a rough whisper, his breath fanning over your mouth.

“not just friendly anymore, huh?”

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iamfandomwasted · 6 days ago

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Throwback Thursday: Shawn Michaels's first debut on Mid-South Wrestling in December 1984, against Buddy Landell.

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iamfandomwasted · 7 days ago

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Playing Cards pt 3 | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

A/N: Here is the requested part 3! This is a direct continuation of part 2, so make sure and read the previous parts. I'm working on a master list since I plan to continue this series further! Please let me know if you would want additional parts, fluff and spice and everything in between! I didn't expect to finish this so fast, but my college had an active shooter alert on campus so I took the day off from homework after I got home 🫠.

Word Count: 1k

TRIGGER WARNING: This is straight smut. Sex, cussing, softdom, begging, and more.

Previously:

You're playing one of the mini games, and while he's focused in on the game, you reach over to grab his controller so he'd fail the game. As you creep over to his side of the couch, hand stretched out, he catches on and raises his controller high in the air, still trying to focus on the game. You jump on him, desperate for his controller. He's still trying to keep the controller away from you, his hand in the sky, as you straddle his lap and reach. This leads you both to laugh until the game ends, him somehow still winning.

Fuck. You mutter, still on his lap, finding comfort being so close to him. You both stay put for what feels like forever, staring at each other, so silent you could hear a pin drop. Then, he grabs a piece of hair hanging in front of your forehead and tucks it behind your ear, using it as an opportunity to pull your head towards his and meet his lips, once again.

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What was tentative at first is now a hot, passionate, makeout session. The controllers in both of your grips are now discarded to the side, your hands running through his hair, grazing the sides of his face, and resting on his shoulders.

Everytime you pull away, desperate for air, Spencer pulls you back in, slightly nibbling on your bottom lip. His tongue slips inside your mouth as your lips meet again. You quietly moan into him.

"Baby that's so fucking hot." He mutters as he pulls away, taking all of you in as you remain straddled on his lap.

You grin as you pull your baggy t-shirt off.

"Y/N we don't have to do this I don't - "

You silence him with a kiss. "Spence, if you don't take the rest of my clothes off right now I will tell everyone I found you coming out of the crying bathroom last week."

"That was a one time thing and you know that - "

"Would you just shut up and kiss me" you groan.

He chuckles a bit and pulls you back in, this time reaching around your back to unclasp your black lace bra. You reach for his shirt, pulling it over his messy hair. His arms leave your body for a second, but find their way back to your spine, wrapping around you in an embrace. He uses his grip to flip you onto the couch, now on top of you.

You take the opportunity to undo his belt, unzipping his blue jeans. He looks down at you.

"Baby are you sure?"

You nod, eager with desire.

"Tell me how much you want me."

"Spence, please" you moan, desperate for him. Reaching for his jeans, he grabs your hands.

"Not just yet sweetheart," he says, "I want to take care of you first."

He drops your hands at your sides and pulls down your shorts by the waistband, exposing your underwear. He moves them to the side to brush his fingers up and down your thighs.

"Look at you, how wet you are." He smirks, sliding his fingers into your pussy. You gasp.

"Spence."

"That's it baby." He curls his fingers up, the insatiable feeling creeping up your spine, causing your back to arch off of the couch. He pulls his fingers out, apply an intense amount of pressure to your clit, leaving you clawing at the couch.

"Have I told you how hot you look right now? How beautiful you are all the time? You're stunning, Y/N, absolutely perfect." He pushes his fingers back in with unbelievable force, and you cry out.

"Spencer I'm, I'm so close," you manage to get out.

"Go ahead baby," he thrusts his fingers in harder, applying more and more pressure on your clit with his thumb, circling and circling.

You only last a few more seconds, back curled up of the couch, your hips bucking towards Spencer, as you exhale into sweet bliss. Heart throbbing, he leans closer to kiss your lips, pulling his fingers out of you. He brings his hand between you and him and slowly sucks his fingers, holding steady eye contact.

Still straddling you, you feel the bulge in Spencer's pants. You reach for him, and he hesitates.

"Please, Spence."

"You're going to have to beg a little harder for me sweetheart." He says.

"I want all of you Spencer." He drags your hand over his hard dick.

"What do you want me to do, Y/N?"

"Fuck me Spencer, please."

He pulls a condom from his pocket and tears it by his teeth.

"God that's so hot," you say, this time intentionally saying it aloud. He chuckles.

He takes his length from his boxers and rolls on the condom, laying you back down on the couch as he lines himself up at your entrance. He eases into you at first, soft and slow. You gasp at the feeling of fullness. He pulls out of you, but this time picking up the pace, and slamming back into you.

"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good. Take it baby." He caresses your face, then moves his hand down to your clit, using that circling motion that drives you mad.

"Spencer," you moan. He slams back into you, applying more pressure to your clit.

"That's it Y/N, come for me." And you do just that. In just a few more pumps, Spencer finishes too. He pulls out of you, both of you out of breath.

He pulls the condom off and walks into your bathroom. He returns with a washcloth and lifts you off of the couch.

"Fulfilling my firefighter fantasy," you say, arms wrapped around his neck.

"Glad to be of service"

He gently sets you on the bed, spreading your legs so he can clean you. After he's done, he leans down to meet his lips with yours and mutters a sweet goodbye as he walks towards the door.

"Spence?"

"Yes baby?"

"Stay with me tonight?" You ask, patting towards the empty space on your bed.

"I thought you'd never ask," He says, shutting the bedroom door.

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iamfandomwasted · 7 days ago

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author’s note: this is kind of a continuation of this post. you don’t have to go to it, just know that you founded smosh with ian and anthony!

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iamfandomwasted · 7 days ago

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TRUTH OR DARE

SUMMARY: Could a simple game change the rest of your life? Short answer, yes.

NOTE: God I'm so jealous of Y/N. Kinda wrote this at night and I was really sleepy so maybe there is something misspelled or weirdly written, I'm sorry, it was late but I really wanted to public something about Damienxoxo

It all started as a joke.

You were filming another Try Not To Laugh shoot when someone—probably Shayne—brought up the idea of doing an uncensored version of Truth or Dare, just for the behind-the-scenes team. No camera filters, no PG-13 edits, just pure chaos.

Damien had looked over at you when it was mentioned, raising an eyebrow with that crooked, teasing smile that always made your stomach flip. "Uncensored?" he repeated. "Y/N would destroy us all."

You only smirked. “Oh, I’m already making a list of dares.”

By the time evening rolled around, the crew cleared a corner of the set, dimmed the lights for dramatic effect, and gathered pillows, drinks, and a whiteboard with "TRUTH OR DARE: UNCENSORED" scribbled on it like some sort of summoning ritual. Everyone was hyped—maybe a little tipsy—and Damien had taken a seat beside you, casually slouching with a red solo cup in hand.

You tried to act casual too. Tried.

The game starts out harmless.

"Truth or dare, Shayne?" someone calls out.

“Dare,” he says, grinning like a feral gremlin.

“Send a flirty voice note to Courtney. Right now.”

Laughter erupts as Shayne does a stupid sexy whisper into his phone. It gets worse. Next round, Olivia has to give Noah a five-second lap dance. Keith gets dared to lick hot sauce off someone’s finger (which he does way too dramatically), and Ian—God bless him—is asked how many people he’s kissed on set. The real ones know.

Then it’s your turn.

Shayne smirks like he’s been waiting for this. “Y/N. Dare.”

You cross your arms, chin up. “Hit me.”

He nods at the whiteboard. “Pick a lap of the opposite gender to sit on—for the rest of the game.”

The room erupts in cheers and whistles. You pretend to groan, but inside? You’re already burning up. You scan the room slowly, taking your time like you’re actually considering options. Keith wiggles his eyebrows. Noah pats his knees.

But your eyes lock on Damien, who raises one brow, his lip tugged up into a smirk—but he doesn’t say anything. Just meets your stare and opens his arms a little.

“C’mon,” he says. “I’m comfy.”

“Mm. We’ll see.”

With dramatic flair, you stand and walk slowly, milking every second of suspense while the group yells out guesses. You pass by Ian. Then Noah. Then—

You plop down onto Damien’s lap, sideways at first, legs swinging over his, one arm resting lazily around his shoulders.

The room loses it.

“CALLED IT!” Olivia screams.

You laugh, heart pounding. Damien’s hands go to your waist—secure, confident, like he’s done this before. “You sure you’re comfy?” you tease.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t do this three months ago,” he murmurs low enough that only you hear.

Your breath catches. “What?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs, but there’s mischief in his eyes. And maybe a little something more.

“Truth or dare, Damien?” Shayne leers.

“Dare,” Damien replies, tapping your knee.

“Whisper something dirty in Y/N’s ear.”

You freeze.

The room oohs, but Damien leans in, mouth brushing your ear. His voice is deep, quiet, low enough to make your skin tingle.

“I could list ten things I want to do to you right now, but they’d all make you blush in front of your friends.”

You do blush—so hard that Keith throws a pillow at you. “What the hell did he say?!”

You laugh it off, hiding your face in Damien’s shoulder while he just smiles innocently.

Then it's your turn again.

“Noah,” you say. “Truth.”

He grins. “Bring it.”

You smirk. “Have you ever fantasized about someone in this room?”

Noah goes beet red. “I hate you.”

“Name. Names,” Shayne chants.

“Okay okay—fine. I had a dream about Damien once. He was wearing a cape. Don’t ask.”

The room explodes again, but you glance at Damien and see his smirk twitch.

“Popular guy,” you whisper.

“Jealous?” he murmurs, teasing.

You roll your eyes, but you don’t deny it.

A few rounds later, Ian has to give someone a hickey (he backs out, screaming). Olivia has to describe her ideal kiss with someone in the room, while making eye contact. Shayne dares Noah to act out his most sinful fantasy—with props. The crew is losing it.

But you’re still in Damien’s lap.

He’s got one hand on your thigh now. You’re both quieter, more tense. There’s laughter around you, but your body is way too aware of his—how warm he is, how close, how his hand keeps drifting higher when he laughs.

Then someone dares you again.

“Y/N,” Olivia grins devilishly, “kiss the person you’re sitting on.”

The room howls before you even react.

You turn toward Damien, but his expression’s unreadable. "Only if you want to," he says softly, serious this time.

You lean in, brush your nose against his, and whisper, “About damn time.”

The kiss is slow. Confident. Hot.

The crew screams, pillows fly again, but you don’t even care. His hand slips into your hair and your fingers curl around his collar. It’s one of those kisses you’ve both wanted for months—but never admitted out loud.

When you pull back, you're both a little breathless.

“I should sit on your lap more often,” you murmur.

“You better,” Damien says, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

The next day, the video—yes, someone definitely filmed it—gets posted under the title: “UNCENSORED SMOSH TRUTH OR DARE | TOO HOT FOR YOUTUBE”

The comments are chaos.

"THEY KISSED ON CAMERA WHAT THE HELL" "Love the loser nerd and hottest girl cliché. It’s giving romcom." "Damien bagged THEE Y/N. I’m sweating." "Someone check on Shayne, he looks like a betrayed ex."

You pretend to be embarrassed, but secretly? You’re grinning at your phone. Especially when Damien texts you:

Damien:

They’re calling you the hottest girl and me a nerd. So… wanna kiss again, hot girl?

You type back:

Only if I can sit on your lap again, loser.

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iamfandomwasted · 7 days ago

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Bed Chem (Head First, Always-Part 2)

Summary: Your relationship with Ian flourishes, and he teaches you about the importance of aftercare.

CW: implied smut/sex, making out, aftercare

Word Count: 1.4K

AN: this is a part 2 of this story! People had been asking for more of that oneshot, and I knew I wanted to add more. I didn’t really have a plan until I read an authors note on a different fic about how important aftercare is and wanted to write something about that.

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You and Ian have been dating for almost three months now. You’ve gone out on multiple dates, and have taken the time to get to know one another.

Learning about his job has been fascinating. You’d never watched a lot of YouTube, but now you have notifications on so you can watch every Smosh upload.

Despite having made out the first night you met, the two of you have been taking it somewhat slow when it comes to physical intimacy. You’ve been kissing. Pretty much every date ends with a goodnight kiss, which always turns a bit heated.

But some making out and wandering hands is as far as you’ve gone at this point. And you’re ready to change that. You’re just not sure how to tell him, how to let him know you want more.

And then Sabrina Carpenter does a show in Los Angeles. You, Ian, and a group that consists of both of your friends all get tickets to go. More specifically, someone uses connections to get all of you a box together. It’s an amazing experience, and one you never thought you’d have.

The best part, besides the show of course, is being there with Ian. He knows of Sabrina, has heard some music and seen some clips, but he’s still adorably confused throughout the concert.

There’s a moment, during Bed Chem, when Sabrina sings about the boy with the wide blue eyes. And you can’t help but look at Ian, his blue eyes meeting yours. You sing the next lyrics without breaking eye contact, feeling warm as Ian clearly enjoys it. He takes a moment to drink you in, then places his hands on your hips and pulls you close to him.

You spend the rest of the concert touching in some way, clearly on the same page about taking the relationship to the next level.

It doesn’t happen that night, as you each need to drive some of your friends home. But just a few days later he invites you to his place for dinner. You prepare dessert and grab a bottle of wine you both like and make your way over.

He greets you at the door with a soft smile followed by a sweet peck to your lips. It’s sweet, homey even to be met at his door like this. You have to stop the daydreams of living together, coming home to this, or being the one to welcome him home in the evenings.

Instead of spiraling down this line of thinking, you follow him inside, leaving your shoes at the door. He thanks you for the wine before expertly popping the cork and pouring you each a glass. You clink your glasses, take a sip, and Ian leans in for one more kiss. This one is firmer than the last, promising more to come later.

You blush as he pulls away, and he turns to grab the plate of appetizers he’s prepared.

The entire meal is delicious, and you bring the brownies to the couch to enjoy dessert while watching a movie. Curled up to Ian’s side, his arm around you with your head on his shoulder, you settle in for the film.

It’s about halfway through the movie when it happens. When Ian makes a move. And while everything starts rather innocent, eventually hands move to places never before explored together. By the time the credits roll, you’re both satisfied, catching your breath from the pleasure you’d brought each other.

You only give yourself a moment to enjoy this before getting up. You thank him for a wonderful dinner and a pleasant evening, and then share a goodbye kiss before heading home, leaving a very confused Ian behind.

This pattern continues. Every time you hook up, normally at Ian’s house due to you having a roommate, you always leave right after. He isn’t sure if he’s done something wrong, and he has no idea how to bring it up.

After a few weeks of lead up, it’s clear that tonight is the night you’ll go all the way. And you do. It’s perfect, and wonderful, and you feel closer to Ian than ever.

You want nothing more than to stay with him, to sleep in his arms. But you’re not supposed to want that. It’s wrong. He wouldn’t like that.

So as always, you only allow yourself a minute or two before starting to get out of bed.

“Don’t go,” he says.

You turn to him, confusion clear in your face.

“You always leave after. Please don’t. Not this time,” he says.

“I don’t understand,” you reply. “Guys don’t want that.”

“Who told you that?” He asks, and you mistakenly think the anger in his voice is towards you. It causes you to curl into yourself, away from him.

He realizes what you're doing and softens his voice, opening his arms and asking, “Come here?”

You agree, though somewhat hesitantly.

“Can you tell me what your experience with aftercare has been in the past?”

Once again you’re incredibly confused.

“I uhm- Well I went to the aftercare program at school because my parents both worked. But what does that have to do with sex?”

Ian chuckles and presses a kiss to your head and says, “Not that kind of aftercare baby. No, aftercare is what comes after sex. Like cuddling and making sure everyone is okay and they enjoyed everything.”

“But boys don’t like to cuddle.”

“Is that what your other partners told you?” He asks.

“Yea. I mean, I haven’t been with a lot of guys but all of them would, you know, finish, and then they’d leave. Or tell me a reason I had to leave.”

“Oh, honey. That wasn’t right.”

“It wasn’t?”

“No, not at all. I mean, I’m not like, the cuddliest person on the planet. But I know that there should be some shared moments after sex. How did you feel all those times when they kicked you out?”

“Used,” you reply quickly. You hadn’t really put much thought into it before, but it had left you feeling like you had just been used for your body. “I always felt weird after.”

“Because no one gave you the care you deserve. And truthfully if you were to leave right now without me being able to take care of you, I’d feel like a dick. So will you let me?”

“Okay. What will you do?”

“Hold you. Make sure you know you’re appreciated. Then get you some water and maybe a snack. Sex is basically exercise after all.”

You laugh and let yourself fully sink into Ian’s arms, resting your head on his chest and listening to his heartbeat. His hand gently traces patterns on your skin, and the two of you lay together peacefully. He occasionally breaks the silence to offer you a compliment, and it has you feeling so special. Like you matter, and this whole thing isn’t just about your body, or about getting an orgasm, but about actually being with another person so completely.

After a while the two of you get cleaned up then head downstairs for a snack, just like he’d said. When you do go home after another hour, you feel so light and happy, unlike the other times where you’d felt confused and even a bit violated.

After this, you do your own research about aftercare, and talk to Ian about what you think you might like. He offers some other ideas, certain things he likes to do as well. You’re more than happy to include the stuff he likes, since he’d explained how important aftercare is for both people.

The next time you’re at his house, you’re the one to make a move. The two of you enjoy each other, once again ending up tangled in his bedsheets. But instead of trying to leave, you curl into his side.

One of the things you had mentioned to him was the desire to be held after. So he wraps his arms around you, keeping you close to him. It makes you feel so incredibly safe in a way you never have before.

You tell Ian how much you enjoyed it, knowing he’s a big fan of words of affirmation. You even share a bath before having some late night snacks in bed while watching a movie.

It’s the first night you spend at his home. It feels right, falling asleep in his arms. Waking up next to him.

And when he makes a bad joke about having “bed chem” you know he’s the one for you.

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AN: I had this completely written and then listened to Sabrina Carpenter driving home from work and decided I needed to add a scene at the beginning.

Hope you liked this!

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Late Night Reps

Pairing: 2025 CM Punk x Reader (F)

Warnings: NSFW, Unprotected

Word Count: 3,688

Summary: After having some trouble falling asleep, you decided to burn some of your late night energy in the hotel gym, when you find you're not alone.

You’re a brand-new face on the main roster, only a couple months removed from NXT. The whole San Francisco trip was supposed to be exciting, but instead you’ve spent the last two hours rolling back and forth in bed, the nerves for tomorrow’s Raw gnawing at you.

Your phone glows on the nightstand, 2:04 AM.

“Great,” you mutter under your breath, shoving the covers off. Laying here isn’t helping. Neither is the shower you took earlier, the rain sounds you tried with your AirPods in, or that guided meditation video you found on YouTube.

Your stomach twists with nerves for tomorrow, another live Monday Night Raw, another chance to prove you belong here. But right now, the only thing you’re proving is that you’re terrible at sleeping under pressure.

With a groan, you swing your legs out of bed and dig through your bag for your sneakers. If you’re not going to rest, you might as well move. A late-night workout couldn’t hurt.

The hotel is quiet when you slip into the hallway, the buzzing of the lights above and the faint sound of someone snoring the only sound you can make out. The elevator ride feels endless in the silence, the only sound the faint hum of machinery. When the doors slide open to the lobby, you head straight for the door tucked in the corner that reads GYM. You knew no one was going to be up this late working out, so you just threw on a pair of gym shorts and an oversized camo tee, not trying to impress anyone.

But when you push open the door, you’re hit with the rhythmic hum of a treadmill.

You freeze.

Because there he is, CM Punk.

Sleeves shoved up, hoodie slightly damp with sweat, air pods in his ears as he runs. Your reflection catches him in the mirror, and he slows to a jog before stepping off, grabbing a towel.

“You kinda startled me,” he says, taking his air pods out of his ears and shoving them into the pocket of his gym shorts.

“Startled you? I didn’t think anyone would be working out this late,” you say, shrugging, trying to act casual despite the flutter in your chest.

He chuckles, shaking his head as he tosses the towel over a nearby bench press. “Yeah, neither did I… insomnia makes for weird hours. Guess we’re both in the same boat.”

You glance at the treadmill he’d been using, then back at him. “Just… trying to burn off some nerves.”

He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Nerves? Rookie jitters?” His grin is playful, but there’s a hint of understanding in his voice.

“Rookie?” you ask, chuckling, trying to keep your voice light.

He smirks, checking his smart watch, “Yeah, rookie. Fresh on the main roster. Can’t sleep, wandering the hotel at 2 AM… that about sums it up.”

You roll your eyes, though you can’t hide the grin. “I suppose that’s fair. But you’re up late too, so maybe we’re both rookies in the insomnia club.”

He laughs, a short, genuine sound that makes the air feel a little warmer despite the hum of the gym equipment. “I like the sound of that. Guess we’re lucky the gym’s open 24/7.”

You glance around at the empty room, the quiet buzzing of machines filling the space. “I didn’t think I’d run into anyone tonight. Definitely not… you.”

He shrugs casually, but there’s a playful glint in his eye. “Yeah, well… surprises keep life interesting, don’t they?”

“Yeah… they do. Are you just finishing up, or…” you trail off, glancing at the weights and treadmill.

“Nah, I just started a bit ago,” he says, walking over to the bench press. He glances at you with that teasing grin. “Spot me?”

You raise an eyebrow, half amused, half caught off guard. “Spot you?”

“Yeah, just in case,” he replies, shrugging casually, though there’s a playful challenge in his tone.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. “Alright, sure. But don’t expect me to go easy just because it’s… late-night gym hour.”

He chuckles, loading the weights. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You step closer to the bench press, positioning yourself behind the bench. “Alright, just tell me if it’s too heavy,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady even as your pulse quickens slightly.

He smirks over his shoulder. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve lifted heavier before.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Famous last words?”

He chuckles, sliding under the bar and gripping it. “Maybe. You ready?”

“Always,” you tease, fingers brushing the bar lightly as you help guide it. He starts pressing upward, and you instinctively mirror the motion, keeping your hands close in case he needs support.

You couldn’t help but stare as his muscles flexed underneath his hoodie with each lift, his jaw tight, lips pressed together in concentration. Your chest felt a little warmer, your heartbeat quickening as he let out a low grunt with the effort.

“Careful there,” he murmurs between reps, catching the subtle way your eyes lingered. “Don’t get distracted on me now.”

You bite your lip, a small laugh escaping you, trying to shake the sudden flutter in your stomach. “Distracted? Me? Never.”

He smirks, lowering the bar and letting you steady it. “Uh-huh. Sure you weren’t.”

You roll your eyes, though the corner of your mouth quirks up into a grin. “Okay, maybe I was a little… distracted. But can you blame me?”

He laughs, low and easy, the kind of laugh that makes your chest warm. “Blame you? Nah… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t notice.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, quickly looking down at the barbell instead of meeting his gaze. “Good to know I’m… not the only one noticing,” you murmur, voice barely above the hum of the machines.

Phil does one more rep and then carefully places the barbell back on the rack, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead with his towel. He leans back slightly, breathing a little heavier now, and gives you a small, teasing smirk.

“You know,” he says, eyebrows quirking, “for a newbie, you’ve got good timing. Right when I’m lifting the heavy stuff… you just happen to be standing there.”

You laugh, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your way of saying I’m distracting?”

“Maybe,” he replies with a grin. “Or maybe I’m saying you’ve got… good taste in late-night workouts. Shows dedication. And bravery. I like that.”

You shake your head and laugh, “You’re not very subtle when you flirt, Punk.

He chuckles, shrugging with mock innocence. “Subtle is overrated. Besides, if I’m being honest… I like seeing that little smirk on your face when I tease you.”

You bite your lip, trying not to grin too wide. “Oh really? Is that what you call teasing?”

“Absolutely,” he says, stepping a little closer, the towel now draped over his shoulder. “Flirt, tease, mess with you just enough to keep things interesting. And judging by that smirk, I’d say it’s working.”

He walks closer, close enough that you can almost feel his breath on your head. Your heart skips a beat, and you instinctively take a small step back, though your eyes don’t leave his.

Then his hands rest gently on your hips, and your chest tightens, your face warming as your heart races.

“Is this okay?” he asks, voice low but careful.

You nod, barely able to speak, your throat suddenly dry.

He leans in just slightly, enough that the world around you, the hum of the machines and the TV in the distance, the quiet of the empty gym, fades away. His eyes flick to yours, searching, teasing, confident all at once.

“Careful,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing. “I might get used to this.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes, soft and nervous. “Get used to what? The fact that you can make me blush standing still?”

He smirks, thumb brushing lightly over your hip. “That, and the fact that you’re… surprisingly easy to fluster.”

Your cheeks burn hotter, but you find yourself leaning just a little closer, caught between curiosity and the thrill of this unexpected closeness.

“I—uh…” you start, words failing you as his gaze holds yours.

He grins, leaning just a hair closer, so your foreheads nearly touch. “Relax. I’m not going to bite… unless you want me to,” he teases, letting his voice dip playfully.

Your heart hammers in your chest, and you can’t stop the shy laugh that slips out. “You’re really confident, huh?”

“Maybe,” he replies with a wink, “but I think you like it.”

Before you can process what is going on, he leans in slowly, giving you the chance to pull back if you want, but you don’t. Your eyes flutter closed just as his lips meet yours in a soft, deliberate kiss.

Your chest tightens, and your hands instinctively brush against his shoulders, holding on for balance as your heart races. The kiss is gentle at first, teasing, as if he’s testing the waters, but there’s a warmth and certainty behind it that makes your knees feel a little weak.

Then he deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms firmly around your waist, pulling you closer. The world around you, the hum of the machines, the quiet of the late-night gym, fades completely. Your breath hitches, and you instinctively lean into him, your hands sliding to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms.

When he finally pulls back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, his eyes dark with a mixture of mischief and something softer, he murmurs, “Had to make sure you felt that… fully.”

You can’t stop the soft laugh that escapes you, cheeks still flushed. “Yeah… I felt that.”

He smiles, lips brushing yours again in a fleeting kiss, testing the moment. His fingers tighten just slightly at your waist, pulling you closer until you're pressed flush against him. The heat between you is undeniable now, the space between your bodies nearly nonexistent.

You tilt your head back slightly, meeting his gaze with eyes that show more curiosity than hesitation. He sees it, the way your breath catches, the way your fingers curl slightly into the fabric of his hoodie like you don't want to let go.

"That's what I wanted to see," he murmurs, voice rough but quiet. "That little spark right there."

His hand slides up your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his other hand resting at the small of your back. The kiss deepens, hungry and intense. After a moment, he pulls back just slightly, his forehead resting against yours again, both of you breathing a little heavier than before. His eyes meet yours, dark and intense, with a spark of amusement flickering in them.

"That," he says, voice husky, "was a really good distraction." He grins, still holding you close, his hands slowly caressing your back as if he's savoring the moment.

“Well,” You start, now confident, “I can show you a better way to warm up.”

His grin widens, a slow, hungry curve as he listens to your words. His fingers tighten against your back, pulling you even closer. The space between you vanishes entirely, and now you can feel every hard plane of his body against yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. His eyes flick down to your lips, and when they meet yours again, they're dark with promise.

"Yeah?" he murmurs, and his mouth finds yours before you can respond.

This kiss is different, still soft in places, but more demanding. His hand slides up your neck, to tangling in your hair again, the other pressing firmly against your hip which surely would leave a bruise. Your hands travel up his chest, feeling his muscles flex underneath the fabric of his hoodie.

As the kiss deepens, suddenly you're aware of how little space separates you from Phil, how his body feels pressed flush against yours. His hands tighten around you, pulling you even closer, and you don't resist. You let him guide you backward until your back hits the wall beside the free weights rack, the hard, cold surface a stark contrast to the heat between you.

His lips leave yours just long enough for him to trail down to your neck, teeth grazing lightly along your pulse point. You gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues his exploration, his breathing ragged in your ear.

"Should we... get somewhere more private?" he murmurs against your skin, the words hot and rough.

You glance around the corners of the gym, checking for cameras, but don’t spot any. At this hour, you figure no one’s around, just a few hotel staff at the front desk, too tired to think about checking the gym.

“Why not here? We’re alone,” you whisper, biting your lip as your eyes meet his.

Phil hums deep in his throat, lips curling into a wicked smile as he presses you more firmly against the wall. His hands slide down to grip your hips, fingers digging in just enough to make his claim without hurting you. "Good answer," he growls, before his mouth crashes into yours again. The kiss is hungry this time, all restraint gone. His tongue slides against yours, demanding and possessive, while his body presses into yours.

You gasp into his mouth as one of his hands slides around to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you flush against him. You can feel exactly how much he wants you now. his erection pressing against your stomach, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

He pulls back just slightly, breathing heavily, his green eyes dark with lust as he looks at you. His hands stay where they are, one gripping your hip and the other firmly on your ass, holding you against the wall.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he growls, voice thick with need. His lips find yours again, kissing you deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth with urgent hunger. You whimper against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch and the emotions that have been building between you both. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You slide your hand up under his hoodie, feeling the warmth of his bare chest beneath your fingers, tracing over the ridges of his chiseled muscles.

Phil lets out a low groan against the crook of your neck as your hand travels across his chest. His fingers curl around the hem of your gym shorts, before slowly tugging them down your thighs.

Your shorts pool around your ankles, and Phil's hand immediately finds its way between your thighs. His fingers brush over the damp fabric of your panties, and you gasp as they press against your swollen flesh. "Fuck," he growls, nipping at your lower lip. "You're so wet for me already."

His fingers tease along the edge of your panties, tracing the outline of your pussy before finally pushing the fabric aside. A thick finger slides between your folds, circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure to make you whimper. "Look at you," he murmurs, watching your face as he teases you. "So responsive." you bite your lip to stifle a moan, reaching between you to palm him through his gym shorts.

He groans deeply, pressing his hips forward into your touch. His finger slides down further, teasing your entrance before slowly pushing inside you. You clench around him, arching your back as he curls his finger, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. "That's it," he growls, nipping at your neck as he adds a second finger, stretching you deliciously. Your hand moves up and down his length, feeling it pulse and swell beneath the fabric of his shorts.

"You're so tight," he groans, fingers moving faster as he watches your face. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"I need you so badly, now," you manage to spit out, letting out a soft moan before tugging on the hem of his gym shorts.

"So needy, aren’t you?" Phil murmurs, releasing his fingers from inside you before putting them in his mouth and sucking off your juices.

His tongue swipes across his lips afterward, dark eyes locking onto yours as he pushes his shorts down his legs with swift precision. The second they drop to the floor, his cock springs free, long, thick, and already glistening at the tip. You swallow hard, gripping him in your hand, feeling the heat and the weight of him. Phil exhales sharply as your fingers wrap around him, his hips jerking forward instinctively.

"Fuck," he mutters, hands sliding under your ass to lift you effortlessly. Your back presses against the cool wall as he positions himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against you.

His gaze locks onto yours, dark with lust, his breathing ragged as he waits for your approval. You nod, immediately, and he pushes inside in one smooth, slow thrust. A sharp gasp tears from your throat as he fills you completely, stretching you perfectly. Phil groans deeply, forehead dropping to rest against your shoulder as he stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust. "You feel incredible," he growls, voice rough with need as he lifts his head to look at you again. His hands grip your ass tighter, fingers digging in as he starts to move, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in with more force.

“Oh god, P-Punk,” you manage to whimper, your voice trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the sudden pleasure.

Phil lets out a satisfied groan at the sound of his name from your lips, picking up his pace as he thrusts into you. His cock feels huge inside you, stretching you to the point of delicious discomfort, his thick length dragging over your most sensitive spots in just the right way with every movement. "Look at you," he murmurs, watching where you're joined, his grip on your ass tightening as he adjusts his angle. "Taking me so fucking well." His words send a tremor through your body, his deep voice rough with desire.

The gym feels like it's spinning around you, the cold wall against your back doing nothing to soothe the fire consuming you. Phil's thrusts grow deeper, harder, each one pushing you up the wall slightly before gravity pulls you back down onto his cock. His breathing is ragged against your ear, his hips snapping forward with controlled precision, his powerful body holding you effortlessly as he claims you. "Fuck, you're so tight around me," he growls, teeth grazing your neck. "I knew you'd feel perfect."

You arch your back, pressing your chest against his as your nails dig into his shoulders.

The gym echoes with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, your moans and Phil's labored breathing. His hands move to grip your hips, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he starts to pound into you with more force, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me come," he groans, his hips snapping forward, his thick cock stretching you as it drags over your sensitive spots.

"c-cum in me, I-I’m on the pill," you manage to whimper out, eyes dark with lust as he watches your face. Phil groans deeply at your words, his thrusts growing even more urgent as he picks up the pace. His grip on your hips tightens as he slams into you harder and deeper.

"You feel so good," he growls, voice strained with need. "Gonna fill you up just like you want." Your body tenses as pleasure coils tighter inside you, his thick cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again.

"Oh god," you whimper, eyes rolling back as his thick length is filling you to the brim with every powerful thrust. Your walls clench around him, muscles tensing as pleasure coils tighter and tighter. Phil groans at the tightness, his grip on your hips turning almost painful as he fucks you harder, faster.

"That's it," he growls, lips brushing against your ear. "Let go for me." His words tip you over the edge, your body tensing before you shatter around him, your walls clamping down on his cock as pleasure surges through you.

"Fuck!" Phil roars, his movements faltering as your walls pulse around him. He drives into you a few more times before burying himself to the hilt, coming hard with a guttural groan. He stays inside you, breathing heavily as he comes down from his high, forehead resting against yours. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer as you both pant, chests heaving. After a moment, he pulls out slowly, the absence of him leaving you feeling suddenly empty. He sets you back on your feet, steadying you as you wobble slightly, legs weak from the intensity of your orgasm.

Phil wraps his arms around you, holding you close as both of you catch your breath. The quiet of the gym makes every small sound, the racing of your hearts, the soft exhale of relief, feel amplified.

You lean into him, forehead against his, feeling the warmth and steady presence of him next to you. His hands rest gently on your waist, thumb brushing soothing circles as he murmurs softly, “You okay?”

You nod, letting out a shaky laugh. “Yeah… just, wow.”

He chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Yeah… me too.”

After a few more moments wrapped in each other’s arms, you finally step back, smiling softly as you catch your breath. Phil gives you a playful, satisfied grin, one hand still lingering on your waist.

The tension of the night, the nerves, the restlessness, it all melts away. For the first time in what feels like forever, you know you’ll finally sleep well.

You glance at him, a soft laugh escaping you. “Yeah… I think tonight was worth being up this late.”

He smirks, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Definitely worth it.”

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baby steps. jey uso.

jey uso x pregnant!reader

synopsis: you’re wwe’s beloved production assistant, organized, kind, and everyone’s favourite person to see backstage. when your world turns upside down after a surprise pregnancy and a very public betrayal, the locker room buzzes with rumors. jey uso, who’s always had a soft spot for you, makes a vow: he won’t let you face this alone. what starts as quiet acts of protection, rides to shows, shielding you from gossip, sitting beside you in catering, slowly deepens into something more tender. as the months pass, jey becomes your constant in a chaotic world, and you realize that sometimes love doesn’t come in grand gestures, but in the everyday promise: "i ain’t going nowhere."

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the backstage hallway buzzed with pre-show energy, the sharp crackle of radios, the heavy thump of crates rolling over concrete, the faint echo of the ring announcer testing the mic somewhere beyond the curtain. you wove through the chaos like you’d been born into it, headset snug over your ears, clipboard tucked under one arm, balancing two precariously full coffee cups in your free hand.

"life saver!" a makeup artist called from her station as you passed.

"batteries?" one of the camera ops asked, jogging alongside you for a few steps. you reached into your vest pocket without breaking stride and handed him a fresh pack, earning a grateful grin.

the clock on the wall told you you had exactly three minutes to get to gorilla before the pre-tape started. a shout came from down the hall, something about a missing prop for one of the segments and you sighed, shifting course without hesitation. by the time you arrived, the stressed production assistant there nearly sagged in relief as you placed the missing belt on the table.

"don’t know what we’d do without you" he muttered.

you just smiled, adjusted your headset, and moved on.

that was when jey uso stepped into your path, leaning against a road case like he had all the time in the world.

"hey, lil’ boss lady" he drawled, his gold chain catching the fluorescent light. his eyes flicked to the coffee cups in your hand. "that one’s for me, right?"

you snorted. "it was, before you called me that."

he grinned, the kind of grin that made him look like he was in on a joke only he knew. without waiting for permission, he reached for the cup anyway. you let him take it, mostly because you were too busy trying to get around him before your three minutes ran out.

"mm, perfect" he said after a sip, following you down the hall like you’d invited him.

"you don’t even know what’s in it."

"don’t matter. if you brought it, it’s good."

you rolled your eyes but didn’t tell him to leave. the man had a knack for inserting himself into your day like he’d been on the schedule all along.

when you reached the segment board by gorilla, you spotted the problem immediately, a few match timings had been shifted without anyone telling you, which meant you’d have to cross the arena twice just to relay changes. you muttered under your breath, mentally calculating how much running you’d have to do before the next cue.

by the time you looked back, jey was already reaching for the magnetic tags, sliding them around so the changes flowed in a neat, logical order.

"jey"

he shrugged, still sipping your coffee. "what? looked wrong."

"you just made my night easier."

"you’re welcome" he said with a smirk that suggested he’d planned to do exactly that.

it was a small, almost unnoticeable gesture, but it stuck with you even as you got pulled away over the headset for another task.

ten minutes later, you sat down in catering for a quick breather, and before you could take your first bite, jey dropped into the seat across from you.

"busy night" he said casually, stealing one of your fries.

"when isn’t it?"

"true." his eyes studied you for a moment, softer now. "don’t know how you keep smiling through all this."

you just shrugged, not sure what to say to that. before you could answer, your headset crackled to life, summoning you to ringside. you stood quickly, gathering your things.

"go handle business, boss lady" he said, leaning back in his chair. but as you hurried away, you didn’t see the way his gaze lingered, his expression unreadable, part admiration, part something deeper.

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you stared at the little white stick on your bathroom counter like it was about to explode.

the faint second line stared right back at you.

you’d taken two tests already that morning, then a third just to be sure. all of them said the same thing. pregnant.

your chest felt tight, not from fear exactly, but from the sheer weight of what that meant. this wasn’t in the plan, not right now, not with travel schedules and overnight shoots and weeks away from home. but it wasn’t bad news either. you’d always wanted kids. just, maybe after life slowed down a little.

still, when you told your boyfriend later that day, he smiled. said it was a surprise, but a good one. you let yourself believe that.

backstage that week, you kept the news to yourself. for now, it felt like something precious, a secret you could hold close until you were ready. you worked the same as always, headset on, clipboard in hand, darting from gorilla to catering to wardrobe like nothing had changed though in truth, everything had.

jey noticed something.

he didn’t say it outright, but you caught him watching you more than usual, eyes narrowing slightly when you passed by without your usual coffee in hand. he even stopped mid-conversation during rehearsal to point it out.

"no coffee today? that’s not like you."

you shrugged. "trying to cut back."

"mm-hm." he didn’t push, but you could tell he filed that away.

two days later, in the loading bay before the show, you were juggling a clipboard, a phone call, and a piece of equipment you were supposed to deliver to ringside. the cable slipped from your arm, and before you could bend down, jey appeared out of nowhere, scooping it up.

"you’re moving slower than usual" he teased, walking with you toward gorilla.

you rolled your eyes. "you saying i’m slacking?"

"nah, just saying. you’re usually running circles around people. tonight you’re letting me keep up."

there was a note in his voice, gentle, curious. you told yourself not to read into it.

that night’s main event ran long, and you found yourself leaning against a production crate, exhausted, as the final bell rang. jey walked past on his way back from the ring, sweat still glistening on his skin, and slowed to a stop in front of you.

"you good?" he asked, all teasing gone from his tone.

"yeah. just a long day."

"then sit your ass down for a minute."

you laughed, but you let him lead you to a quieter corner, away from the bustle. for a few minutes, you just sat there, listening to the faint roar of the crowd and the hum of the arena lights. jey didn’t say much, he didn’t have to. his presence was enough.

and for the first time since you’d seen that second line, you thought maybe, just maybe, you could do this.

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the thing about wwe was that nothing stayed secret for long.

you’d been careful, no alcohol at aftershows, no heavy lifting, no sudden announcements. still, whispers had a way of weaving through the locker room like smoke, curling into places you hadn’t meant it to reach.

it started small. a tech you’d worked with for years gave you an odd look when you turned down a cup of coffee. a makeup artist asked if you were feeling okay lately. and then, one night during raw, you walked past two crew members mid-conversation. they went silent as you approached.

you didn’t need a script to know how that scene played out.

jey found out the next night.

he was leaning against a stack of road cases during a lull in rehearsals when one of your friends from the crew wandered over. she was grinning like she had good gossip, and jey, never one to turn down a little backstage chatter, let her talk.

"have you heard about her?" she asked, nodding toward where you were adjusting a lighting cue.

jey’s brow lifted. "what about her?"

"she’s pregnant."

the words landed in him like a thud. He masked it well, just a quick raise of the eyebrows, a low, "oh yeah?" but inside, it stirred something sharp and complicated. surprise, sure. but also something warmer, deeper. protective.

he kept his eyes on you as your friend wandered off, his mind spinning faster than he liked to admit. pregnant. the word didn’t scare him. if anything, it made him want to walk over, take the headset off your head, and tell you he’d make sure you never had to carry the weight of it alone.

later, between segments, he caught you near the catering tables.

"hey" he said, his tone light but his eyes steady. "congrats."

your head tilted. "on what?"

he smirked, tapping the side of his nose. "don’t play. word’s out."

a flush crept into your cheeks. you glanced around, lowering your voice. "i was going to tell you."

"guess i'm just lucky" he said, his grin easy, even as something heavier sat in his chest. "happy for you, though."

you smiled, small, a little shy and thanked him before the headset in your pocket buzzed and pulled you away again.

jey watched you go, his coffee forgotten in his hand.

happy for you? yeah. but it wasn’t just that.

he didn’t know when it had happened exactly, but somewhere between teasing you in hallways and watching you make this crazy world run, you’d become someone he wanted to protect. not just as a friend. not just for now.

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A MONTH LATER

the hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner. You’d dropped your bag by the bed, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed backward onto the mattress, your body still buzzing from the adrenaline of the show.

your phone vibrated on the nightstand. you reached for it without looking, expecting a text from your boyfriend andrew, maybe a goodnight message or one of those check-ins he used to send when you were on the road.

it wasn’t from him. It was from a friend back home.

hey… i’m sorry to send this, but you need to see it.

beneath the words was a photo. blurry, dimly lit, but clear enough. andrew, in a bar you recognized instantly, his face tilted toward someone else’s. their mouths pressed together, hands on each other like no one else existed.

your chest went hollow.

the words you wanted to say, this isn’t real, it’s old, it’s a misunderstanding, stuck in your throat. you just stared at the image until the screen dimmed. when it finally went black, you tapped it awake again, as if the picture might have changed.

it didn’t.

your friend’s follow-up message buzzed through. this was last night. i’m so sorry.

you set the phone down on the bedspread like it might burn you if you held it any longer.

the air in the room felt heavy. every sound, the ac hum, the muffled tv from the next room, seemed distant, muffled. you pulled your knees up to your chest and stared at the ceiling.

you didn’t cry. not yet. you just went still, letting the numbness settle in, telling yourself you’d deal with it later.

when you finally moved, it was to delete the conversation. the photo was gone from your phone, but not from your mind. it was there when you brushed your teeth, when you changed into your pajamas, when you turned out the light.

and it was there, sharp and cold, when you promised yourself you wouldn’t tell anyone. not yet. not until you figured out how to carry it without breaking.

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you ended it the next morning.

no fight, no yelling, just a single phone call, your voice flat as you told andrew you’d seen the photo, that there wasn’t anything left to say. he tried to talk, to explain, but you ended the call before he could finish.

after that, you didn’t answer when his number lit up your phone. you muted his texts without reading them.

the first few days, it felt like someone had cut a thread inside you. you went through the motions, wake up, travel, headset on, cues called, flights caught, but everything was muted, distant. the only constant was the baby, the quiet reminder in the pit of your stomach that you didn’t have the luxury of falling apart.

backstage, you kept your smile, but it didn’t reach your eyes anymore.

you still handed out extra batteries, still fetched coffee, still helped talent find missing gear, but you didn’t linger to chat. you started eating lunch in quick bites between tasks, away from the crowd in catering. the laughs that used to come easy now felt rehearsed.

it didn’t go unnoticed.

"hey, boss lady," jey greeted one night, leaning against a stack of road cases. "you been avoiding me?"

"just busy" you said without looking up from your clipboard.

"you’re always busy. that never stopped you from cracking jokes before."

you forced a small smile and kept walking. he let you go, but his eyes followed you all the way down the hall.

travel days were the hardest. on the long drives between towns, you used to play music or call friends to pass the time. now the radio stayed off, and you kept your phone facedown on the passenger seat. too many reminders of what you’d lost.

some nights, after the arena emptied, you’d catch yourself standing in a quiet corner, phone in hand, scrolling up to where andrew’s name still sat in your contacts. you never called. but you didn’t delete him either.

and through it all, jey kept noticing. the way your shoulders sagged when you thought no one was looking. the way you skipped post-show hangouts. the way your voice softened when you answered over the headset, like the energy had been drained from you.

he didn’t press. not yet. but the shift was there, in his eyes, in the way he always seemed to be in your orbit, watching. waiting.

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you’d been holding it together for weeks. smiling when people congratulated you. nodding when they told you how "lucky" you were. laughing at jokes you didn’t find funny.

it was another friday night, another smackdown, and you were in catering, grabbing a quick snack between cues. a production runner you only vaguely knew slid into the chair across from you, grinning.

"so" they said, leaning forward. "you excited for the baby?"

the question was harmless. kind, even. but the way they asked it, all open warmth and genuine curiosity, hit you like a gut punch.

you froze. you felt the tears building before you could stop them.

"i" your voice cracked. you tried to swallow it down, force a smile, but your throat burned. "yeah. yeah, of course."

the runner’s expression shifted from cheerful to concerned. "hey, are you..."

you shook your head, shoving your chair back. "sorry, i have to go."

you didn’t make it far. the hallway was empty enough that you could lean against the wall, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. the tears came hard and fast, weeks of tension breaking loose all at once.

somewhere down the corridor, you heard a voice. not just any voice. jey’s.

"yo, what happened?"

the runner must have gone to find him.

before you could protest, jey was there, his hand warm and steady on your shoulder. "hey, hey. talk to me."

you shook your head, but he didn’t leave. he didn’t crowd you, either, just stayed close enough that you could feel his presence, solid and unshakable.

"it’s andrew" you whispered finally, your voice ragged. "he cheated. weeks ago. i found out and i didn’t tell anyone. i thought if i just kept moving, i could" your breath hitched. "but i can’t. i can’t do this alone."

jey’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed soft. "you don’t have to."

"i'm scared" you admitted, the words breaking apart on your tongue.

he stepped closer then, gently pulling you into his arms. His chest was warm, solid, grounding. "i got you" he murmured against your hair. "you and that baby? i'm not going anywhere. you hear me?"

you nodded against him, gripping the back of his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear.

for the first time in weeks, the weight didn’t feel quite so crushing.

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the next morning, you were halfway through ordering an uber when a familiar black suv rolled up in front of the hotel.

jey leaned out the driver’s side window, sunglasses on, hair tied back. "put your phone away. i’m your ride today."

you hesitated, thumb hovering over your screen. "you really don’t have to"

he raised a brow. "what’d i say last night?"

"that you weren’t going anywhere" you muttered.

"exactly. now get in before i block this whole driveway and people start honking."

the ride to the arena was quiet at first. you stared out the window, trying to ignore how strange it felt not to be alone. usually, travel days meant isolation, you, your thoughts, and too much road.

but jey kept the silence from feeling heavy. he played music low, tapping the steering wheel in time, and every so often threw you a sidelong glance, like he was checking to make sure you were still breathing.

when you reached the loading dock, he killed the engine and glanced over. "you need me to carry anything?"

"no, i’m fine"

too late. he was already out of the car, grabbing your bag before you could protest.

inside, the chaos of setup was in full swing, cables, crates, crew members weaving between stacks of gear. normally you’d be in the thick of it, headset already on, clipboard ready.

today, jey stuck close. when someone from lighting flagged you down, asking if you could track down a piece of equipment, jey was the one to go get it. when a runner tried to hand you a stack of extra cue sheets, he intercepted them with a casual, "i’ll pass those along."

it was subtle, but you noticed. he was peeling little tasks off you before they could pile up.

at catering, you usually sat at the far end, tucked away with your lunch and a quiet corner. this time, jey pulled out the chair next to him in the middle of the room.

"you can’t hide over there forever" he said when you gave him a look.

"i wasn’t hiding" you lied.

"mhm." he pushed a bottle of water toward you. "eat. hydrate. doctor’s orders."

"you’re not my doctor."

"no, but i’m in charge of making sure you don’t run yourself into the ground. new title. you can’t argue with it."

you tried to roll your eyes, but a smile crept through before you could stop it.

later that night, long after the final match wrapped and the crowd filtered out, you were gathering your things in the hallway when jey appeared again.

"you riding with me tomorrow?" he asked casually, like it wasn’t a question so much as an expectation.

you opened your mouth to tell him no, that you didn’t want to be a burden, but the memory of his words from the night before stopped you.

"i guess i am" you said instead.

his grin was small but real. "good. i’ll see you in the morning."

and as you watched him walk away, you realized something: for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel completely alone.

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the waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee, an odd combination that somehow made you feel both awake and uneasy. the chairs were stiff, your back ached, and the ticking clock on the wall seemed to drag out each minute.

you were halfway through aimlessly scrolling your phone when a shadow fell over you.

"got you the one with honey" jey’s voice said, warm and easy.

you looked up to see him standing there with a paper cup, steam curling out of the lid. he held it out, and for a moment, you just blinked at him.

"you didn’t have to"

"stop saying that" he cut in, settling into the chair beside you without asking. his tone wasn’t sharp, but there was no room for argument. "i wanted to."

you accepted the cup, the warmth seeping into your hands instantly. "you could’ve stayed in the car."

he smirked, leaning back. "and miss all the excitement of watching you fill out forms? nah."

that earned him a small laugh you didn’t mean to give, and his grin widened just a fraction.

when the nurse called your name, you stood automatically, but jey was already on his feet.

"you don’t have to come in" you told him, half-embarrassed, half-hoping he’d ignore you.

he just shrugged. "too late. i'm invested now."

inside the exam room, he didn’t fidget or act awkward, he stood off to the side, watching and listening. when the doctor asked questions, he leaned in slightly, like he wanted to make sure he caught every answer.

"how’s your energy been?" the doctor asked you.

you hesitated. "uh, fine?"

jey shot you a look. "she’s been tired. more than she says."

you narrowed your eyes at him, but the doctor nodded, making a note.

when it came time to listen to the baby’s heartbeat, jey’s gaze softened. the rapid, rhythmic sound filled the small room, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

"you hear that?" the doctor smiled. "strong and steady."

you felt something in your chest loosen, relief flooding through you.

"everything’s good" jey said quietly once the doctor stepped out. his voice had that unshakable certainty to it, the kind that made you believe him. "told you it would be."

you rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. "don’t get cocky."

"i’m not" he said, leaning back in the chair. "just happy for you."

and maybe it was the tea warming your hands or the heartbeat still echoing in your mind, but for the first time in a long while, you let yourself believe it was going to be okay.

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the road stretched out ahead of you in endless black, the only light coming from the dashboard and the occasional glow of a passing streetlamp. towns blurred into each other, neon signs, gas stations, empty parking lots, all swallowed by the dark.

you’d made this drive a hundred times before. usually, it meant hours alone with your thoughts and the hum of the tires, but tonight jey had insisted you ride with him.

"you don’t need to be driving this late by yourself" he’d said earlier, like it wasn’t up for debate.

now, the low murmur of the music and the steady rhythm of the road made your eyelids heavy. you shifted in the passenger seat, curling slightly toward the window.

"you good?" jey asked, his voice a quiet rumble.

"mm-hm" you mumbled, already halfway to sleep.

"alright. rest. i got it."

the hum of the engine was hypnotic, and before you knew it, you’d drifted off completely.

at a red light on the outskirts of a small town, jey glanced over. your head had tilted awkwardly against the window, a crease forming in your cheek from the glass. he frowned, reaching for the jacket tossed in the back seat.

with careful movements, he draped it over you, tucking it around your shoulders so you wouldn’t wake.

when the light turned green, he eased the car forward again.

somewhere between towns, your body shifted with the motion of the car. without really thinking, your head found his shoulder.

he didn’t move. didn’t clear his throat or shift away. if anything, his posture relaxed, like he’d been waiting for this, some small, quiet proof that you trusted him enough to lean on him, literally.

he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting lightly against the edge of your seat. not touching, but close.

by the time the hotel lights came into view, you were still asleep, breathing slow and steady under his jacket.

jey cut the engine and just sat there for a moment, looking at you. then, in a voice so low it barely counted as a whisper, he said, "told you i got you."

and he meant it.

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you’d been back on the road for a couple of weeks now, and somewhere along the line, jey’s presence stopped feeling like a temporary lifeline and more like part of the routine.

apparently, other people had noticed too.

it started in catering. you were leaning over the counter, trying to decide between pasta or salad, when a voice cut through the chatter.

"damn, uce, you hovering much?"

you turned to see jimmy uso standing a few feet away, eyebrow raised and grin wide. jey was beside you, hands in his pockets like he hadn’t just been standing close enough to block half your view of the food.

"i’m making sure she gets enough to eat" jey said simply.

jimmy snorted. "she’s a grown woman, bruh. i think she knows how to put food on a plate."

jey just grabbed a bottle of water and set it next to your tray. "yeah, well, i’m just making sure."

jimmy’s grin widened, eyes flicking between you and his twin like he’d just been handed prime gossip.

later that afternoon, naomi cornered you in the hallway.

"so..." she began, drawing out the word with a knowing smile.

you blinked. "so?"

she tilted her head toward the arena entrance, where jey was unloading gear with a few crew members. "you and him. what’s going on?"

"nothing" you said quickly. "we’re just friends."

naomi’s brow arched. "mm-hm. friends who drive together, eat together, and who i never see more than ten feet apart lately."

heat crept up your neck. "he’s just looking out for me."

naomi’s smile softened, the teasing slipping into something gentler. "yeah, i can see that. he’s been different lately. softer. it’s good for him."

you didn’t know what to say to that, so you just mumbled something about needing to check a cue list and made your escape.

that night, in the parking lot, jimmy leaned against the suv while you and jey loaded up.

"you know" jimmy said, eyes twinkling, "naomi thinks y’all are cute."

jey shot him a warning look. "don’t start."

"i’m just saying" jimmy held up his hands, mock-innocent. "you’ve been walking around here like her personal bodyguard-slash-butler. people are talking."

jey didn’t answer right away, just slammed the trunk shut and looked over at you. "ignore him."

but the tips of his ears were red, and you didn’t miss the small, quick smile he tried to hide as he opened your door.

by the time you were halfway to the next town, you were staring out the window, trying to ignore the echo of naomi’s voice in your head.

friends.

sure.

except lately, when jey looked at you for a second too long, it didn’t quite feel like just friends anymore.

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the arena was a maze of hallways, loading docks, and concrete staircases that always seemed to be in the wrong place when you were running late.

you had a headset on one ear, your clipboard tucked under your arm, and about three different people calling your name from somewhere behind you. you didn’t even register the "wet floor" sign near the stairwell until your foot hit the damp step.

your balance went in an instant.

the clipboard clattered away as you stumbled, grabbing for the railing but missing. you landed hard on your side, the shock of it knocking the air from your lungs.

"yo! y/n!"

the voice was sharp, panicked and then jey was there, taking the stairs two at a time.

he crouched beside you, one hand already on your arm, the other hovering like he was afraid to hurt you. "you okay? talk to me."

you winced, trying to sit up. "i’m fine"

"don’t say that" he cut you off, and for once there was no softness in his tone. "you just took a fall. you hit anything else? your stomach?"

the mention of your stomach made your throat tighten. "no... i don’t think so."

"alright. we’re getting you checked out anyway."

you tried to protest, but he’d already stood, sliding an arm around your back and helping you up like you weighed nothing.

people were staring as he guided you down the hallway, his hand firm at your side. a few whispered, but jey didn’t even look at them. His focus stayed locked on you, scanning your face like he was memorizing every twitch, every flinch.

in the trainer’s room, he stayed pressed to the wall until the medic gave the all-clear, no serious injury, just some bruising and a scare.

when they left, jey stepped forward. "you scared the hell outta me."

you swallowed, not sure how to answer. "i’m okay, jey."

his jaw worked for a second before he spoke again, voice low. "yeah, but what if you weren’t? what if" he stopped himself, shaking his head. "i can’t see you like that again, you hear me?"

you nodded, but the intensity in his eyes made it hard to breathe.

then, softer, he added, "you’re not just some crew member i look out for. you know that, right?"

the words lingered between you long after he walked you back to your hotel room.

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back at the hotel, you were exhausted, not just from the day, but from the way your mind kept replaying the fall on those concrete steps.

you’d barely stepped into your room when jey followed you in, setting a bag of ice on the desk.

"you need to put that on your side" he said, already moving to pull the desk chair closer to the bed.

you frowned. "jey, you don’t have to"

"i'm not leaving" he cut in, his tone final. "not after what happened. you could’ve been seriously hurt."

you tried for a weak smile. "i’m fine. the trainer cleared me."

"yeah, but that’s not enough for me."

he stayed, at first in the chair, arms folded, watching the muted tv. but as the minutes ticked by, the stiffness faded. he tossed you the ice pack when you shifted uncomfortably, fetched water without you asking, and even made a sarcastic comment about the hotel’s pillow quality that pulled a laugh out of you.

when the room went quiet again, the hum of the heater filling the space, you found yourself watching him instead.

"why do you care so much?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

his gaze flicked to you, unreadable. "you really gotta ask?"

you hesitated. "we’re friends."

"yeah" he said slowly. "we are. but it’s more than that, too."

your stomach fluttered at the way he said it, low and certain.

at some point, you must have drifted off, because you woke to find the tv off and the lamp dimmed. jey was still there, stretched out on top of the covers beside you, fully dressed. one arm was propped under his head, the other resting protectively near your side, close enough to feel the heat of him, but not touching.

you didn’t say anything. didn’t move.

because in that moment, with his steady breathing beside you and the memory of his voice saying it’s more than that, you felt safer than you had in months.

and you weren’t ready to lose that feeling.

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you woke the next morning to pale sunlight slipping through the hotel curtains, casting thin stripes across the bed. for a few seconds, you didn’t remember where you were, just that there was warmth beside you and the faint smell of cologne lingering in the air.

then your eyes landed on jey.

he was awake, lying on his back with one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling like it held answers to questions he couldn’t say out loud. the lines around his eyes looked deeper in the morning light, and there was a heaviness about him you hadn’t noticed before.

"you didn’t sleep much" you murmured.

his mouth quirked into a humorless half-smile. "didn’t feel like it."

you sat up slowly, wincing as your bruised side reminded you of yesterday. "was it because of me?"

"nah." he shook his head, but didn’t elaborate.

you waited, giving him space. he’d been the one taking care of you since the moment you told him about andrew, but the truth was, you didn’t know much about what was weighing on him.

after a long silence, he finally said, "you ever feel like, no matter what you do, you’re still carrying stuff from years ago? like it’s just sittin’ on your chest?"

you glanced at him, surprised by the rawness in his tone. "yeah. i think everyone does, in their own way."

he huffed out a breath. "when my marriage ended, i told myself it was for the best. that it was what we both needed. but" he trailed off, running a hand over his face. "some nights, it hits me. that maybe i should’ve fought harder. been better."

you felt that ache in his voice, the same kind that had lived in you since your own heartbreak. "jey, you can’t carry all the blame. relationships are complicated. and you’ve got the biggest heart of anyone i know."

he laughed quietly at that, but it wasn’t dismissive, more like he didn’t quite believe it yet.

instinct took over before you could think twice. you reached out, resting your hand on his forearm. the warmth of his skin under your fingertips made something in your chest shift, but you didn’t pull away.

"i mean it" you said softly. "you’ve been here for me when you didn’t have to be. that says more about you than anything in your past."

his eyes met yours then, really met yours and the air in the room seemed to thicken. for a heartbeat, you thought he might say something, close the distance, cross that invisible line you’d both been skirting for weeks.

but instead, he let out a slow breath and gave a small nod. "you got a way of making me believe stuff i don’t believe about myself."

you squeezed his arm gently before pulling your hand back. "guess i learned from the best."

the rest of the morning passed in quiet, comfortable bursts, coffee from the lobby, him insisting on carrying your bag, you pretending not to notice when his hand hovered at your back every time you walked down a hallway.

whatever had passed between you before sunrise wasn’t spoken about again. but you both knew something had shifted.

and the line between just friends and something more was starting to blur beyond recognition.

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THREE MONTHS LATER

the day started normally enough. the usual chaos of production meetings, headset chatter, and trying to be everywhere at once. you’d gotten used to balancing your growing belly with your job’s demands, but by the time the first match of the night started, you were already running on fumes.

it happened during the second hour of the show.

you were crossing the backstage area with a stack of cue sheets when a sudden, sharp cramp took your breath away. you froze, hand instinctively going to your stomach. it wasn’t the usual ache from standing too long, this was deep, hot, and wrong.

the cue sheets slipped from your grasp, scattering across the floor.

"y/n"

jey’s voice cut through the noise before you even looked up. he was already moving toward you, eyes wide.

"i'm fine" you tried to say, but your voice came out thin and unconvincing.

he didn’t waste time arguing. his hands found your elbows, steadying you. "no, you’re not. sit down."

you shook your head, panic flaring, you didn’t want to make a scene. but another cramp hit, sharper this time, and your knees wobbled.

in one swift motion, jey guided you toward a flight case, lowering you down to sit. "breathe with me. in... out... good girl"

the medics were there within minutes, called by someone on comms. they checked your vitals, asked you a hundred questions that blurred together. through it all, jey stayed right beside you, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder, a steady anchor in the chaos.

when they decided to take you to the nearest hospital "just to be safe" jey didn’t even look for permission, he climbed into the back of the transport van with you, folding his tall frame into the cramped space like it was nothing.

at the hospital, the tests and monitoring felt endless. finally, the doctor came in with a small smile. "everything looks fine. baby looks normal for five months. no signs of preterm labor. likely just dehydration and overexertion."

the relief was dizzying. you nodded, trying to absorb it, but your eyes drifted to jey.

he was leaning forward in the chair, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. His jaw was tight, like he was holding something back.

"jey?" you asked softly.

he looked up at you, and for once, there was no teasing, no careful distance. just raw emotion.

"i thought i was gonna lose you" he admitted, voice low and rough. "and i can’t" he stopped, running a hand over his face. "i can’t go through that. not with you."

your heart stuttered. "jey"

he shook his head, like he didn’t trust himself to say more. but then he reached over, taking your hand in his, warm, solid, grounding.

"i’m not going anywhere. ever. you hear me?"

you squeezed his hand, feeling the truth of it sink deep into your chest. "i hear you."

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the hospital discharged you just after midnight, the fluorescent lights making you feel more wrung out than you already were. jey didn’t say much during the drive back to the hotel, one hand on the wheel, the other drumming restlessly against his thigh.

when you reached your room, he followed you in without asking.

"i'm fine" you told him, setting your bag down. "the doctor said"

"i don’t care what the doctor said" he cut in, voice sharper than usual. "you scared the hell outta me tonight."

you blinked at him, taken aback. "i didn’t mean to"

"i know you didn’t" he said, stepping closer. "but you push yourself too hard. you don’t let anybody take care of you. and i can’t" his voice broke off, but his eyes stayed locked on yours.

you felt the tension crackling in the air, something years in the making. "why, jey? why do you care so much?"

his jaw worked, like he was debating holding back, but then the words came out in a rush.

"because it’s you. because since the first day you walked in here with that damn clipboard and that smile, i’ve been gone for you. and watching you hurt, watching you almost" he cut himself off, exhaling hard. "i can’t do it. i can’t just be your friend and pretend it’s not more than that."

the room seemed to shrink around you. your heart was pounding so hard you could hear it in your ears.

"jey" you whispered, unsure what else to say.

"tell me to leave and i will" he said, voice low, raw. "but if you don’t"

you didn’t tell him to leave.

instead, you closed the space between you and pressed your hands to his chest, feeling the thud of his heartbeat under your palms. his breath caught, and then his hands were cupping your face, warm and steady.

the kiss wasn’t gentle at first, it was all the fear, the relief, the months of holding back bursting free in one fierce, unguarded moment. his mouth was hot against yours, his grip firm like he needed to keep you anchored right there with him.

when you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, he let out a shaky laugh. "been wanting to do that for months."

you smiled, breathless. "guess we were both stubborn."

"guess so" he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek. "but i’m done pretending. you’re mine now."

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you woke up to the smell of coffee.

for a second, you thought you’d dreamed the night before, the kiss, the way jey’s hands had cradled your face, the rough edge in his voice when he told you he was done pretending. but then you rolled over and saw him sitting in the chair by the window, scrolling through his phone, a steaming paper cup in one hand.

"you’re awake" he said, glancing up with a small smile.

you sat up, rubbing your eyes. "did you sleep at all?"

he shrugged. "couple hours. didn’t wanna leave you."

the words hit you in the same place they always did, low and warm, under your ribs. "you don’t have to keep babysitting me, you know."

he set his phone down and stood, crossing to the small table where he’d set a takeout bag. "first off, it’s not babysitting. second, i got breakfast. and third" he paused, looking at you with something softer in his eyes. "i want to be here. so stop trying to talk me out of it."

you accepted the coffee, hiding your smile behind the lid as you took a sip. "bossy."

"only when it matters" he said, smirking a little.

the quiet stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. you ate together, talking about nothing, the terrible hotel pillows, a new song he’d been listening to, the show schedule for the week. but every now and then, your eyes met and lingered just a little too long.

halfway through the meal, his phone buzzed on the table. he glanced at it, then answered.

"yo" he said, voice instantly warmer. "yeah, she’s good, yeah, i stayed with her."

you caught naomi’s voice faintly through the speaker, her tone teasing. jey chuckled. "nah, it’s not like that, okay, maybe it is like that." his eyes slid to yours, a grin tugging at his mouth.

your cheeks warmed, and you focused on peeling the wrapper off your muffin.

"yeah, i'll bring her by soon" he promised, before hanging up.

"what was that about?" you asked.

he leaned back in his chair. "naomi. she, kinda figured things out."

your heart skipped. "figured what out?"

"that i'm not just your friend anymore." he said it simply, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

you didn’t answer right away, but when you finally met his gaze, you smiled, small, but sure. "guess we’re not."

and just like that, something settled between you. it wasn’t defined, not yet, but it was real. and you could feel it growing.

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you’d worked with jimmy and naomi plenty of times before, running headset cues backstage, making sure segments went smoothly but this time was different. this wasn’t work. this was jey bringing you into his family space.

naomi answered the door with a grin. "there’s our favorite pa. and look at you, no headset, no clipboard, just glowing."

"don’t start" you said with a laugh, but your cheeks warmed anyway.

jimmy leaned on the back of the couch, his eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. "you know, we’ve known you for years, but suddenly my brother’s bringin’ you over for dinner on an off day? something tells me this ain’t just friendly."

you opened your mouth to deflect, but jey slipped past you with a shrug. "ain’t no ‘suddenly.’ been a long time coming."

dinner was easy, naomi in the kitchen telling stories about early road days, jimmy chiming in with his own exaggerated versions. you’d heard plenty of these in the locker room before, but tonight felt different.

jey was relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen outside of quiet hotel moments. every time you got up to help naomi, his eyes followed you, and more than once his hand brushed your arm or rested on your back when you passed behind his chair.

when you and naomi were alone loading the dishwasher, she glanced over her shoulder. "so you two finally figured it out, huh?"

you tried to play dumb. "figured what out?"

"that you’re basically his favorite person in the world" she said, smirking. "i’ve been telling him for months to stop acting like you’re just his ‘backstage buddy.’"

your lips curved, despite yourself. "he’s been there for me. a lot."

"i know" naomi said softly. "that man would walk through fire for you. and now i think he’s ready to say it out loud."

meanwhile, jimmy had pulled jey aside in the living room.

"you’re different with her" jimmy said plainly.

jey shrugged. "yeah."

"different is good" jimmy added, clapping his brother on the shoulder. "just don’t take too long to tell her what she already knows."

later, when you left, jey’s hand stayed steady at the small of your back as you walked to the car.

"how’d it feel?" he asked, unlocking your door.

"like maybe they’ve known all along" you said with a little smile.

he grinned. "probably. they’re nosy like that."

but from the warmth in his voice, you could tell he didn’t mind one bit.

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the baby store was overwhelming. rows and rows of things you didn’t know you’d need, in colors you didn’t know came in so many shades of beige.

"this is insane" you muttered, staring at a wall of bottles that all looked exactly the same.

jey grinned, pushing the cart. "nah, this is fun. watch." he grabbed one of the bottles, studied it then shook his head. "not durable enough. baby gonna slam this on the floor one time and boom, done."

you laughed. "pretty sure babies don’t throw things that hard."

"you ain’t met a uso baby" he shot back with a smirk.

every aisle was the same, jey testing strollers like they were props for a hardcore match, holding up tiny onesies and declaring them "main event material" and slipping snacks into the cart when you weren’t looking.

at the crib display, he leaned against the rail of one and gave it a little shake. "solid. this one’ll hold up."

"to what? an earthquake?" you teased.

"to me leaning in at three a.m. checkin’ on our..." he stopped mid-sentence, eyes flicking to yours. "i mean, the baby."

you felt your heart skip, but you didn’t call him on it. instead, you smiled softly. "our baby, huh?"

he didn’t flinch this time. "yeah. our baby."

at the checkout, you were juggling a bag of baby clothes when jey pulled a folded paper from his pocket and handed it to you.

"what’s this?"

"been thinkin" he said, suddenly looking a little shy. "about names."

you unfolded the paper, a list of first and middle names, each one written in his neat block letters. some were traditional, some were playful, and next to a few he’d scribbled little notes like ‘strong name’ or ‘means light.’

you looked up, your chest warm. "you’ve really been thinking about this?"

"every day" he admitted. “i knew you were struggling with names and i wanted to help. i told you i wanna make sure i’m here for all of it."

you swallowed past the lump in your throat. "jey you already are."

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your baby decided to make an unexpected, early arrival three weeks before your due day

it started like a cramp, sharp enough to pull you out of sleep. you blinked into the dark room, disoriented, one hand pressing against your belly. the digital clock on the nightstand glowed 3:12 a.m.

you shifted, hoping it would fade. instead, it came again, deeper, more insistent and as you swung your legs off the bed, you felt the unmistakable rush of warmth down your legs.

for a moment you just stood there in the bathroom doorway, staring at the growing puddle on the tile.

"jey" your voice shook more than you expected.

the mattress creaked, then the lamp clicked on. "what’s wrong?" he asked, already halfway to you.

you looked up at him, heart pounding. "my water broke."

he didn’t hesitate. "okay. okay, we’re ready for this."

he crossed the room in two strides, grabbed the overnight hospital bag he’d been keeping by the door for weeks, and shoved his feet into sneakers. "you good to walk? or you need me to carry you?"

you let out a breathless laugh. "i can walk. i'm not that" another contraction cut you off, forcing you to brace a hand on the wall.

jey was instantly at your side, one arm snug around your waist. "breathe, baby. in, out. i got you."

the elevator ride down felt too slow, the hum of fluorescent lights loud in your ears. jey stood between you and the doors like a shield, thumb rubbing circles over your hip.

by the time you slid into the passenger seat of his suv, the contractions were coming faster. jey started the engine, glancing over at you. "we’re gettin’ there quick, promise."

"you’ve been promising that since the stairs" you teased weakly.

he grinned, but his eyes stayed locked on you as he pulled onto the street. "and when have i ever lied to you?"

every red light was an enemy. every slow car in the left lane a personal affront. one of his hands gripped the wheel, the other stayed on yours, steady and warm.

between contractions, you focused on his voice, low and sure, reminding you to breathe, telling you how strong you were, how you’d been handling everything like a champ for months.

by the time you pulled into the hospital lot, he was already out of the driver’s seat and at your door before you could even unbuckle.

"let’s go, mama" he said, offering his hand. "we have a baby to meet"

the hospital’s automatic doors slid open and the night air gave way to the clean, sterile scent of the lobby. jey’s hand stayed planted at your back as though letting go might somehow make you disappear.

"water broke thirty minutes ago" he told the nurse immediately, his voice calm but edged with urgency. "contractions every five minutes, maybe less."

she ushered you toward the elevator without hesitation, asking questions you only half-heard. jey answered every one without missing a beat, his arm still firm around you, his presence grounding you when the next contraction gripped your body.

in the delivery room, monitors beeped steadily as the nurse checked your progress.

"six centimetres. you’re in active labor" she said with a warm smile.

jey exhaled, glancing at you like it was already the proudest moment of his life. "hear that? you’re already killing it."

you managed a shaky laugh before the next contraction hit. you squeezed his hand, your forehead pressed to his shoulder as he murmured, "in... out... just like that. you got this."

hours blurred together in a haze of pain, breath, and whispered encouragement. nurses drifted in and out, adjusting iv lines and jotting notes. jey didn’t move from your side.

at one point, a nurse offered to get him coffee. he didn’t even look away from you. "i’m good right here."

between contractions, you noticed him watching you. not with worry, but with something softer, awe, maybe.

"you’re staring" you mumbled through the fog of exhaustion.

"yeah" he said simply, voice low and honest. "i am."

by the time the doctor announced you were at ten centimetres, your body felt like it had been pushed to the edge.

"okay" the doctor said, snapping on gloves. "it’s time to push."

jey leaned in close, his forehead nearly touching yours. "one more round, baby. we finish this together."

the next contraction came like a wave. you gritted your teeth, bore down, and clung to his hand. his other hand brushed hair from your damp forehead, his voice steady in your ear.

"that’s it push, you’re so close. i can see the head, c’mon, baby, bring them into the world.”

the room filled with voices, nurses counting, the doctor giving instructions but all you heard was jey’s low encouragement and the rhythmic sound of your own breathing.

and then, suddenly, it was there. a sharp cry filled the room, tiny but powerful, and everything inside you went still.

you collapsed back against the pillows, tears burning hot in your eyes. jey laughed, a sound thick with emotion and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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later, the nurse gently adjusted the tiny bundle on your chest, tucking the soft white blanket around her so only her pink, scrunched-up face peeked out.

"she’s perfect" jey murmured, his voice almost breaking on the last word. he sat on the edge of the bed, leaning in so close you could feel the heat of him at your side. his fingers traced lightly over the baby’s miniature hand until her reflex made her grip his finger.

you looked down at her, still a little stunned. "she’s ours." the words felt strange and wonderful on your tongue.

jey’s lips curved into a slow smile. "yeah. she’s ours."

the nurse’s voice was soft, careful not to shatter the fragile calm in the room. "do you have a name for her?"

you and jey glanced at each other. there was no need to talk about it, you’d gone back and forth for weeks, tossing out names in hotel hallways, over catering lunches, in quiet moments between shows. but there had been one that had always circled back to the top.

"amara" you said at the same time jey did.

you both laughed quietly at the perfect overlap.

"amara what?" the nurse prompted gently, pen poised over the chart.

jey met your gaze, his voice steady. "amara grace."

the name felt right, as if it had been hers all along.

the nurse wrote it down with a small smile, but you barely noticed. jey was still looking at the baby like she was the most important thing in the world.

"hey, amara" he whispered, leaning close so she could hear his voice. "i’m your uncle-daddy... your person... whatever you need me to be. and i’m not goin’ anywhere."

your chest tightened, tears prickling at your eyes. you reached over and covered his hand with yours, all three of you connected in that small, quiet space.

amara blinked up at the both of you, as if she already knew exactly who you were.

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the morning sunlight filtered through the half-closed blinds, painting soft gold across the hospital room. amara slept in the bassinet beside your bed, her tiny chest rising and falling under the blanket. jey was perched in the armchair, legs stretched out, one arm hooked behind his head, but you could tell from the way his eyes kept drifting toward the bassinet that he wasn’t really resting.

a soft knock sounded, and before you could answer, jimmy poked his head in with a grin. "hope we ain’t waking up the princess."

naomi slipped in behind him, carrying a bouquet so bright it looked like spring itself had walked into the room. "and hope you are feeling like the queen you are."

you laughed, instantly relaxing. "come in, both of you."

jimmy was at jey’s side in a heartbeat, clasping his brother’s hand before leaning down to peer at amara. "man, she’s beautiful."

naomi’s smile softened as she came to your bedside, her hand finding yours. "how are you doing?"

you hesitated, looking from her to the tiny life beside you, then to jey, who was now leaning over the bassinet, murmuring to his daughter like the rest of the room didn’t even exist.

"i’m happy" you said finally, and you meant it. "it’s weird. everything fell apart for a while, i thought the cheating, the breakup, all of it would ruin me. but this" you glanced at amara, your voice softening. "she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. i found myself again because of her."

naomi squeezed your hand gently. "sometimes the hardest things clear the way for the best things."

jimmy chuckled from across the room. "and clearly, jey’s been all over the ‘best things’ part."

jey shot him a look but didn’t deny it, instead, he came back to your side, resting a hand on the back of your head and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"yeah" he said, eyes never leaving yours. "i think we both found somethin’ we didn’t even know we were lookin’ for."

you leaned into him, your gaze returning to the sleeping baby. love, warm, steady, and whole, swelled in your chest. you weren’t broken anymore. you were starting something brand new.

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Sometimes we get help from the most unexpected places...

PART 3: BYE-BYE, MISS GOODY TWO-SHOES (Seth Rollins x fem!reader)

Summary: After their first in-ring practice, they begin to discuss strategy – finally, it’s time for Seth to teach her how to play the game…

"NOT ALONE" MASTERLIST

Notes: English isn’t my first language and I apologize for any mistakes I may have made while I wrote this story. Please know that this is my first ever multiple chapter fic and the first ever fic I’m writing for Seth or WWE. As I already mentioned, for the sake of the story and the plot I had to mess with the true WWE timeline a whole lot. The story starts a few weeks after Summer Slam 2024 and I took the liberty to change Seth’s, Rhea and Damian’s, the Judgment Day’s and the IC Women’s Championship’s timeline and/or story. I hope you guys understand and don’t mind the changes<3

Warnings: swearing, WWE-typical violence, referenced mental health issues due to abandonment

“...don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not

he’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got…”

/the civil wars – devil’s backbone /

40 DAYS UNTIL THE WOMEN’S IC CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

“Still sore?” Seth asked as he grinned down at her from the training ring, his chin resting on his forearms as he leaned on the top rope.

He didn’t look tired at all as he stood up there lazily, seemingly barely able to wait for her to do some stretching so they could begin. Once again, he wasn’t wearing anything special, only black sweatpants and a shirt – same as she was. But even in those clothes, he seemed annoyingly confident – something she was slowly getting used to.

She frowned as she rolled her shoulders, getting ready to join him and start their first shared in-ring practice.

“I fucking hate you, I hope you know that.” she said and Seth chuckled.

“I know you do. I told you that you would.” he fell silent as he watched her do some lunge stretches – her legs were still a bit stiff after the previous day’s workout session.

Yes, Seth didn’t lie when he said she’d hate him on leg days.

She despised him afterwards – and she only survived one of them. And, as he said, that one was only a warm up. A warm up, what ended with an uphill run after all the squats, lunges and resistance bands.

God – if her legs didn’t feel like jello afterwards, she would’ve kicked him off of that stupid hill of his.

And what better could they do after that absolute killer of a leg day, than their first in-ring practice? She wanted to throw her shoes at him.

“Besides,” he continued. “I wouldn’t be a very good coach if you didn’t hate me just a tiny bit.”

She sighed – God damn him, he was right. He was a surprisingly good coach. Not like he was ever going to hear those words come out of her mouth.

On the first few days he didn’t make her do anything hard. They just went on jogs in the mornings and then did some full body workouts in the afternoons. Seth really did his best to see if every muscle in her body was fully healed, he kept an eye on the weights she used, on the way her body reacted to certain exercises and he made sure her form was right. And when he thought it was time for her to begin the real training, he made everything harder. They went on longer runs, they did exercises which would strengthen their core muscles for the future in-ring practices and of course he tortured her with that killer leg day.

“Believe me, after yesterday it’s more than just a tiny bit.” she said as she stood back up, ready to climb into the ring – Seth stepped aside as she rolled under the lower rope. Then, as she looked around the dimly lit place once more since she arrived, she realized that they were alone. The place was quiet, there was not a single soul around and even the front desk was empty. “Where’s everybody?” she asked as she sat there with her legs crossed – and Seth joined her with his phone is his hands.

“It’s just us today.” he answered as he stretched out his legs and unlocked his phone. “I booked the place for us for a couple of hours. You know, so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of others.”

She just groaned in annoyance and Seth chuckled.

“Very funny.”

“I know.” he grinned and this time around he didn’t push it further. “Besides, I thought you’d want to practice in private, so nothing gets out. I’d be a shame if Lyra, Bálor or Morgan knew what to expect from you. Let it be a surprise.”

She thought about it for a moment with small nods. Wow – she never would’ve thought that once in her life she’d end up sharing secrets with Seth Rollins of all people. And he kept them to himself too.

“Yeah, it’d be a shame.” she said after – then her lips twitched as she added: “Thank you.”

Seth turned to look at her, abandoning the thing he was searching for on his phone, not believing the words actually left her mouth. He was caught off guard. That was the very first ‘thank you’ he has ever gotten from her, and even if it seemed like he was savoring the moment, his eyes softened for a moment. But only for one.

Then, as soon as the genuine look came, it was gone as well. His grin was back as he opened his mouth again.

“Also – I have an image I have to uphold. I can’t let people see me being this supportive – or coach-like. This is a one-time deal, I don’t want the entire roster begging me to train them.” when she chuckled as she shook her head, he added in a whisper: “I’m awful picky.”

For the first time since Seth offered his help, the question ‘why?’ appeared in her mind again. Yeah, he was picky – he was picky with what he was wearing, eating and who he was training. Then why did he choose her out of all people? He for sure had his own things to deal with – he was still feuding with Punk after all, she had seen the promos.

Why was he wasting his time on her?

She didn’t know how to ask without it turning into another joke – so she kept it to herself.

“Please, as if you wouldn’t enjoy watching them beg for your help.”

Seth made a noise that was between a gasp and a hiss. “Ouch, how can you accuse me of something like that?” when she snorted he smiled and continued: “It’s good to know that we’re getting to know each other.”

“Oh God – you’re insufferable.”

“And yet,” he said as he went back to search for something on his phone – all she could see was that he was trying to choose a video he would then play. “here – you – are.”

Yes – well, desperate times called for desperate decisions. And other than leg day, she had no reason to regret it – yet.

“Alright,” he said, having had enough of their playful banter. “I have been thinking – and beating each other up immediately might not be the best decision. We want you to improve and learn some new moves – so that’s what we’ll do. And after that, we can have a match where you’ll try to use what you just learned. So – do your best to pin me. I won’t make it easy.”

“Of course you won’t.” she murmured as she looked at the phone’s screen. “What’s that for?”

Seth’s lips curled upwards into a smile – as if he knew he was about to have the time of his life. “Before we start, I think you deserve some constructive criticism.” and then he hit play.

She looked at the screen with a raised eyebrow not really knowing what to expect – then she cringed as the realization hit her.

“Oh God – no…” she hid her face behind her hands as the highlights of a match – her match, where she and Rhea tried to beat Tiffany Stratton and Liv – played on. “I hate you for this, I hope you know that.”

Dear Lord, that Tag Team Match was horrible – from her part. And there was nothing she could say to defend herself against Seth’s upcoming criticism. She botched so many moves and she ended up with a bloody nose. No shit Liv thought so little of her after it – if Rhea wasn’t there to react quickly, they would’ve lost in a heartbeat.

“I know you do. You already said so.” she could hear the grin in his voice.

“That’s the worst match of my life.” she continued on, still not daring to look. “Seriously, I can’t be any worse than that.”

“Yeah, I know that too.”

“I’ll kill you. I mean it.”

Seth just laughed. “Well that’s new. But no, you won’t. You need me, remember?”

Damn it, she really did. She actually needed Seth 'Freakin' Rollins to help her and coach her. She needed him so she would be able to become unpredictable, so she would learn how to play the game right. And she hated him for it – deep down she really did.

She let out a long sigh – then she took a peak at the screen. Seth was about to grab her hands and pull them aside so she could watch, but since she did that herself he just chose to point at his phone.

There she was – in the middle of the ring like a sack of potatoes as she took a Moonsault by Tiffany. Liv just laughed in the corner.

“Relax – you’re here to learn. You need criticism for that. You need to see your worst mistakes so you can learn from them. That’s how you fix them.”

She dropped her hands at that as she watched herself struggling to get up – and Rhea was freaking out in the background. Fuck, she missed her. She somehow missed their Tag Team Matches too, even if Rhea was the one who carried them.

Tiffany pulled her back, she received a kick in the face too – hence the bloody nose – and right as she was about to get another Moonsault, she raised both of her legs, kicking upwards. Her feet hit Tiffany right in the stomach, and she fell aside, which gave her enough time to get up.

“See – that’s what I wanted to show you.” Seth pointed at her past self on the screen as she jumped up instantly – even if her legs were wobbly – and then went to attack Tiffany, instead of tagging Rhea. “That’s one of the few moments in this match we can build on.”

She blinked in disbelief. “What?”

“Watch.” he said instead of explaining. “Watch what you did.”

She watched her past disoriented self as she used the rope to get some momentum, giving her opponent the time to get up on one knee – then she body slammed her onto the ground.

“See?” Seth asked as he continued to watch. “You’re athletic – you can jump up into a standing position like it’s nothing. And you have anger, you know how to get momentum and you know how to use them both.” her past self on the screen went for a pin, but Tiffany kicked out at two. “Tiffany beat you bloody, you were tired but you still went for it. You chose to fight, because you wanted to win. That’s something no one can teach you.”

She watched as she stood up, brushed off the blood from under her eyes – and when Tiffany got up she went for a kick, which the blonde avoided with ease. She really tried to look at her past actions and find something good and useful in them, but she couldn’t see anything.

But Seth did. He clearly did – because he watched the worst match of her fucking life with intense concentration.

“And that’s where it gets bad again.” he said and she almost looked away from the phone once again in embarrassment. Almost. “What was that kick? That form? You barely used any of your core muscles. You took a fucking swing and you almost lost your balance because of it.” Seth laughed a little and paused the video. “When you want to punch someone – that’s when you take a swing. You don’t do that with kicks. That’s why we’ll work on them.”

He hit play again and of course the stupid highlights video had to replay her failed kick in slow motion.

“But it’s not only about the form – look at your face.” she did. “You hesitated. When you kicked upwards, jumped to your feet and went for the body slam, you didn’t hesitate. That’s why it was good. But you did with the kick. It’s like even you didn’t believe that you could pull this off – that’s why you didn’t. You mind slowed you down, and after Tiffany managed to hit you again you forgot to counter – we’ll work on this too.”

She sighed sadly as she looked at herself on the ground.

“Yeah, it wasn’t a good night.”

“It wasn’t because you decided that you can’t win.” Seth finally put his phone aside and gave her a serious look. “Your mindset during this match was shit. You won’t beat Lyra with a mindset like that. You won’t give the middle finger to Bálor with a mindset like that. And you sure as shit won’t win a belt like that, Champ.”

She did her best to shake off the bad feeling those memories caused. Yes, she needed that – someone telling her what she did right or wrong. And it felt good that she finally had that talk with someone, even if that someone was Seth of all people.

“Alright – no more hesitation.” she promised as Seth jumped to his feet.

“That’s right.” he nodded with a smile, which slowly turned into a smirk. “Now how about we end the pity party and actually teach you something useful?”

A smile was tugging at her lips too as she stood up and looked at him. Seth had the bad, but very useful habit of tearing her down only to build her back up later on.

“What do you have in mind?”

Seth leaned against the top rope as he faced her. “Well, when I first watched the match I thought there was a missed opportunity when you kicked Tiffany aside with that failed Moonsault. If you had the right moves you could’ve taken her out with ease and the referee wouldn’t have stopped to count at two.”

She tilted her head in curiosity.

“And since we have to work on that hesitation too, I think we’ll start with one of my personal favorites.” he grinned as he continued: “The Stomp.”

She thought about it for a second – about what he meant.

And she did what he said and tried to fix that failed match in her head. The Curb Stomp… After the failed Moonsault, Tiffany was in the perfect position for it. If she does that move instantly – if she adds a jump from the top rope afterwards too, she might’ve won that match for Rhea and herself.

Yes, that was a move she needed to learn. Something she needed for her moveset.

“Where do we start?” she asked and the smirk Seth gave her – proud and playful – let her know that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

Seth pushed himself away from the rope and rolled his shoulders, getting ready to explain and demonstrate. And every time he was about to fully embrace his coach-self he became focused – and surprisingly serious.

“Well, first you need your opponent to be in the right position. Like with Tiffany – face down, about to get up. Then, you need momentum.” he pushed his hand against the top rope, letting it shoot back into its place. “And space. You don’t necessarily have to use the rope, but it looks better with it. And it has to look good. A run is enough too, though. Let’s say about two steps, then you put your dominant foot on the head or shoulders – and you push it down. You do this with a jump too.”

Seth pushed himself against the ropes then he ran, took about two steps, jumped and pushed his feet down. One of them stayed up longer in the air though, where his opponent’s head would have been. And she really didn’t want to be that sad fucker. Because the sound it made – a loud, sharp snap –, helped her realize just how painful it must be.

Then he turned to look at her again, with his arms stretched as if he tried to say – that’s it, that’s how you’ll end the people you hate.

“Holy fuck, it’s loud.” she said as she tried to replay the move in her head.

“It’s supposed to be.” he nodded proudly – like the move was his child and he was really happy with its accomplishments. “It has to be. You see, wrestling is kind of a mind game. If a move is loud, people think it really hurts.” she stayed quiet because that was exactly what she thought. “And not just the people who come and see the match. Your opponents too. And if you look dangerous, less people will want to fuck with you.”

She nodded, silently saying that she understands.

“And let me tell you a secret – it’s not the foot on the head that makes the sound.” he grinned. “It’s the other one. That’s why the jump and the momentum are important.”

“So - we’re overselling the move so it looks good, sounds good and feels dangerous…”

“Exactly!” Seth nodded in excitement. “And that’s what you need at the moment.”

Yes, that’s what she needed. She needed the new moves to become better, sure. But she also needed to be feared. Now that Rhea and Damian were dealing with their own feuds and she was alone, she needed a strategy to keep people away. And Seth provided one. A good one.

She must look like a kicked puppy to others. And she can’t keep that image up anymore. If she looks like one then she draws a big red target on her own back.

“Can you show me one more time?” she asked.

Yes, he could. Seth showed it one more time and even slower, so she could understand every movement, the balance, the strength… When Seth jumped to plant his feet on the ground again, she did too so she could feel it in her every bone.

“Look at my feet.” he said and she did what he asked. “They are flat on the ground. When I run, when I jump, when I land – so I don’t want any of that tiptoes bullshit, okay?”

“Yes, Coach.” he laughed at that.

“Wonderful.” Seth came back to lean against the ropes again. “Now it’s your time to shine.”

She took a deep breath as she corrected her stance, so it’d be similar to Seth’s – and so she’d be able to get some momentum from it.

“Don’t use the ropes at first. Just try it. Feel the moves, feel the balance, the strength...” he added before she could really start. “Now go.”

She started to run as she took two steps forward, then she jumped and planted her feet down. There was no loud noise – to her disappointment – and she landed on her tiptoes too. She sent Seth an apologetic look.

“No, no, no – now what was that?” he asked from the corner. “Do you feel like a ballet dancer, Champ?”

She snorted. Yes – of course, she felt like a ballet dancer every day of her life.

“Again.” he commanded.

She tried again, this time a bit slower so she could watch her feet. Then she jumped – that’s where she started to feel the balance issues – and this time around she landed with flat feet, but there was still no noise.

“You felt that, didn’t you? You lost your balance.” Seth stated instead of making fun of her again. “What do you think caused it?”

She thought for a second. “The jump?”

“That’s right.” he walked up to her to demonstrate the jumping part again – and when his feet hit the ground that loud snap was phenomenal. “You don’t want a big jump. You’re not trying to jump a fucking fence. You only need it to gain strength so when you land, you land hard.” Seth clapped his hands. “Again.”

So she did it once more, this time trying to not overdo the jump – and when the soles of her shoes hit the ring, she could finally hear a snap – a loud one. She smiled.

“Again.”

The snap got louder and louder with each try.

“Again. Use the rope this time.”

She did and surprisingly enough it felt easier and much better with it.

“Is that hesitation I see before the jump, Champ? Again!” he shouted as he hopped up onto the top turnbuckle to watch her every move and mistake like a hawk.

Seth was right. She could feel it in the last step she took before the jump. Her knees slightly buckled as she was about to do the next part of the move – her mind seemingly trying to slow her down.

When she did the same mistake again he hissed in the corner. “Don’t think about it, feel it! Feel the move, the balance… Again!”

She took a deep breath as she pushed herself against the ropes then ran forward for the jump.

Feel it… She did her best to only think about the rope biting into her back, about the feeling of the run and the jump. The snap at the end of it sounded much better afterwards.

“Better! You either do the Stomp or you don’t, Champ. And I want you to do it. And I know you know that you want to do it. So do it – like you mean it! Again!”

Yes – she wanted it, she needed it.

So she did it again…

“Watch your shoulders and arms! Don’t look like someone who’s afraid of her own move! You’re confident that you’ll beat them, aren't you?”

…and again…

“I can’t see that confidence, Champ! Is this how you want to beat Lyra?”

…and again…

“Or Morgan? Hell, you’ll never kick Bálor’s ass looking like some puppy dog who’s afraid to bite.”

…and again…

“Come on, show me you want to win that damn belt!”

…until she landed so loudly in the middle of the ring that her ears started to ring, and she was full of anger and frustration.

She breathed in and out heavily, finally enjoying the silence and the break – when she heard Seth clap in the corner.

“There she is. That’s how you do it.” he jumped into the ring again as he walked up to her, smirking at her like a proud coach who had managed to bring out her worst self – yet the self who’d be able to win in the end.

She blinked a few times tiredly, not really realizing that she just got praised.

It’s been so long since someone gave her a praise of any kind during practice or training. Damian used to do that – for a while, until Summer Slam. Rhea was a different story, she was more of a hug kind of girl, who’d rather pat her shoulder than say something cute, kind or genuine. But even that was a while ago.

She hated how good it felt to hear something good and positive from Seth.

She shook her legs as yesterday’s workout session started to come back to haunt her, and she looked up at him in disbelief.

“Really?”

“Why would I lie to you?” he asked – and he was right, she couldn’t think of a single reason. “Now – you know the basics, you can feel the basics and I think for the first practice we did a pretty good job of killing that hesitation.” he reached out his arms to the side with a grin. “So – how about that match now?”

She chuckled as she straightened her back and dried the sweat off of her hands into her shirt.

For some reason – somehow – she felt good. Actually good, about everything. Herself, her chances… Her problems seemed long forgotten.

She felt good, yet she couldn’t put her finger on the why.

In the end she just shook her head and smiled at Seth mockingly. “You want me to beat you up that bad, Coach?”

He smiled at her. “I want to see you try.”

She took a long breath as she backed into a corner, ready to start the practice match as soon as he says ‘go’.

“Remember,” Seth added as he did the same. “try to use what you just learned.”

She lied in the middle of the ring on her back as she tried to get her hair out of her eyes with a blow. Her lungs felt heavy from exhaustion as she breathed heavily. To her right, Seth collapsed onto the ground tiredly, mirroring her position.

It took them about twenty minutes to end their practice match. Since neither of them wanted to really injure the other – both of them had their own ongoing feuds and they had to end them –, they didn’t give the match their full potential, even if here and there they got too into it for their own goods. She made a – according to Seth – poor attempt to finish their match with the Curb Stomp, but doing it with an opponent was different than the basic practice – she messed up her balance when her foot met his shoulder blades, so he – somehow – managed to counter it and then pin her.

Still, she lasted for about twenty minutes and because of that she didn’t have any regrets. There was no way in Hell she could’ve beaten him anyway.

“I told you-” Seth began as he tried to catch his breath. “-to watch your balance.”

She chuckled tiredly. “If I’d watched my balance, you would’ve lost.”

Seth joined in and let out a short laugh. “Come on – with those junky ass kicks? I doubt it!”

“Yeah? Well it wasn’t my idea to kill me with a leg day.” she joked. “Deal with the consequences.”

“And I told you, it was only a warm up.”

She giggled as she raised one of her hands to finally pull her hair aside. “God – we’ll kill each other by the end of it.”

“Then we might as well have some fun with it.” Seth said as he sat up to pull the hairband out of his messed up bun.

She watched him in silence as he fixed his hair and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

Fun… She did have fun with their situation – especially when she was in a mood to kill him for one of his wonderful ideas. Yet even leg day and mockery aside, she had to admit that she enjoyed their training and practice sessions. They were better than what she was used to.

Training with Damian or Rhea was fine. She enjoyed those very much, especially when it was the three of them together. But with the others? Finn, Dom or even JD always tried to change her moveset. Finn complained about her moves – this isn’t strong enough, that doesn’t look good… Dom was simply annoying to have around and JD – well, he didn’t seem to understand that he’s Finn’s shadow and nothing more.

These workouts with Seth were the most fun she had with training since – like forever.

She sighed – they never believed in her. Not really. She still remembered the day when Damian introduced her to them as the newest member of the Judgment Day. Finn’s look – or Dom’s… Ever since then she knew that she’d never click with them as well as she did with Rhea and Damian.

But – if they didn’t believe in her after months of being in the same faction, then how can Seth be so sure that she’ll win? He doesn’t know her as well as they did. They barely got to know the other…

“Seth…” she began and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow – she must’ve been staring at him for far too long. “Do you really think I can win?”

He gave her a look as if she just grew a second head. Then he lied down next to her again, letting his back hit the ring.

“Do you think I’d waste my time training with someone who I think can’t win?” he asked and she felt a small smile tugging at her lips. “You really have to change your mindset, Champ, otherwise it’ll hold you back.”

“I know, I just…” she stopped for a moment, then continued: “So you think I can beat Lyra?”

“I know you can.” he corrected her. “But dealing with Bálor and his dogs is a different thing. Don’t get me wrong, I know you’re better than them – but fighting on two very different fronts is hard.”

She sighed as she took in his words. Yes – Seth really believed in her for some weird, unknown reason. But he was right about the two fronts thing. They’ll try to make sure she loses to Lyra. And dealing with more than three people will be hard.

“That’s why I think now’s the best time to start talking about strategy.” Seth added and she looked him from the corner of her eyes.

Strategy – how to play the game right… Even if she wasn’t supposed to discuss it with him, she was happy he’d be the one to give her some advice.

Seth turned to look at her, patting the ground underneath them with his index finger.

“Fighting on two different fronts is hard – that’s why you’ll only fight on one.”

She blinked in surprise.

“On one?” she asked. “How?”

Seth grinned at her with a smile so wide she only ever saw that on his face in promos.

“You’ll be a real bitch who’ll make them fight each other.”

She looked at him with pure surprise, trying to understand what he was saying as she thought them through.

“So you want me to – what? Set them against each other? Play both sides? Manipulate them?”

Seth hissed playfully as he fully turned towards her, holding himself up on his left elbow. He seemed to have fun listening to her accusations, enjoying the fact that they were all true. He did advise her to do them all and he wanted to chuckle to himself as he watched.

“Such strong terms…” he began again. “You’d just use what’s so obviously in front of you. They have cracks already. Hell, the cracks appeared the moment Bálor joined. And the tension has always been there – why not weaponize it?” he stopped to let out a chuckle. “And you won’t just play both sides – you’ll play all of them. All of them against the other. Liv and Dom? Easy to ruin. And have you looked at Morgan and Bálor? Dom-Dom and Bálor? And Lyra and Liv –“ he hissed again, making a face what made her giggle. “– Morgan shouldn’t have said what she ended up saying about that IC title.”

So he had seen the video – of course he did. Probably the whole roster did. And yet, the voice in her head said, Rhea and Damian still didn’t bother to call.

She thought about what Seth offered as strategy – then she remembered her own fears that eventually led to her crawling back to him for help. She knows Finn, Liv and the others – they don’t like to play clean. They don’t want clean wins, they simply want wins. And Lyra might be the same.

Besides, she’s alone to fight her fights, while the Judgment Day is still a faction.

So – Seth’s idea isn’t that bad at all…

She could feel a smile, what was very close to a smirk, appear on her face.

“You’re an asshole.”

Seth just sighed calmly as he leaned back so he could rest on both of his elbows – and he looked like some guy enjoying the sunlight on the beach. When in reality he was just enjoying to come up with ideas for a plot where they can play dirty.

“You might be right about that.” she had to hold back a laugh. “But I’ve won matches this way. Titles too. And you know there’s only a very thin chance of you winning while playing fair. You don’t win belts with sportsmanship or by being a good girl who likes to play hero. You want a belt, Champ? Then stop playing fair and learn to play smart. Learn to play the game then make it yours. Lyra might be good but you’re smarter. And with a few lessons I’m sure you can out-bitch both Bálor and Morgan.”

She sighed excitedly as she stared at the ceiling, letting the idea settle. She bit her lips as she thought about it. And honestly – she liked it a whole lot.

Seth was right. She can’t play fair. That’s why she accepted his offer – he can teach her how to play the game right.

Then she turned towards him again and smirked: “I never thought you’d try to make me be like you.”

Seth turned to look at her with a chuckle. “I’m your coach, Champ. I’m teaching you – but what actually sticks is up to you. I can’t do anything about that.”

Yes, he was right about that too. And she’d make sure a lot of useful things will stick – including this one.

“Well then – I think it’s about time to stir up some drama.”

They looked at the other for a moment and she noticed that he was actually proud of her for that decision. There wasn’t a sign of mockery on his face as he nodded. And she felt good about that reaction. She swam in it for a second too long for her own liking.

“Atta girl.” he said. “And now that you’ve had your rest, it’s time for us to work on those kicks. So I want to see you next to that punching bag in a minute.”

And just like that, mockery was back – and she actually groaned at the thought of having to use her legs again. She hid her face and frustration behind her arms as her thighs started to burn from muscle memory.

“No – we had leg day yesterday…”

“Yes, that’s while I’ll surprise you with another uphill run tomorrow morning.” she heard the smirk in his voice. “And there’s no time like the present.”

“I hate you.”

“I know you do – now stop whining, Champ, I thought you wanted to win a belt.”

She groaned, but got to her feet as Seth laughed at her frustration. And even if the kicks hurt and she almost – accidentally – kicked him as a surprise, that one hour alone made her improve a lot. She’d never say it out loud though – God knows his ego is already big enough as it is.

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boy toy | chapter four

jey uso x seth rollins x fem!reader word count → 14.5k summary → jey has only been with you for a few days, but you're already growing attached. still, not everyone in seth's life is on board with having a male escort living with you, particularly seth's right hand man, mox. can jey win him over? notes → once again, the smut doesn’t happen until the end, so stay with me! this chapter introduces a few new characters. here's the cast list if you want to see more about them. jey is a switch but he only subs in this chapter, just fyi. warnings → sugar daddy au, prostitution au, dom!seth, switch!jey, switch!reader, threesome (m/m/f), bisexual!seth, bisexual!jey, bisexual!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub, objectification, degradation, humiliation, pet play, dirty talk, oral (fem!receiving), dacryphilia (jey is just so pretty when he cries), spanking, begging, blink and you miss mommy kink, aftercare links → masterlist / taglist

The next morning, it was Jey who awoke first.

You felt someone’s soft lips brush against your temple, your eyelids fluttering as you roused from sleep. You could feel a strong set of arms curled around you, their skin warm and comforting as they kept you close.

You finally opened your eyes and realized that Jey was holding you, his pillowy lips pressing gentle, almost devoted kisses to your forehead. Though when you began to stir, you felt him tense, quickly pulling away from you as if he’d been caught in the act.

“M’sorry,” he whispered. “I ain’t mean to wake you up.”

You furrowed your brow once you saw his worried expression, quickly reassuring him. “It’s alright,” you murmured, your voice still hoarse from sleep. “I could think of worse ways to wake up.”

Jey relaxed a little at your words, though he still seemed worried, as if he’d broken some sort of rule.

“Did you sleep okay?” you asked him, reaching up to brush a few stray curls away from his forehead.

Jey smiled. “Another good night. I don’t usually sleep this good.”

“Really? Why not?”

Jey’s smile wavered. “Just…you know. Insomnia stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had that.”

“I don’t.” Jey chewed his bottom lip. “It ain’t really insomnia. Just…”

He seemed unsure of how to continue, his body tense again.

You waited patiently. You didn’t want to press him, though as the seconds went by and Jey still couldn’t find an answer, you decided to move on.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re sleeping well now,” you told him, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. “That’s all I care about.”

Jey offered you a grateful smile, finding your hand underneath the blanket and interlacing your fingers together.

“Do you two even know how adorable you are?”

Seth’s voice had you and Jey peeking out from beneath the covers to catch sight of him at the end of the bed, already dressed and ready for work. He was wearing a purple suit today, his hair tied back in a bun as he stared fondly at you.

“You’re making me want to skip my meeting this morning,” Seth mused, taking a sip from the coffee mug in his hand. “Looking all cute and cuddly here in my bed.”

You and Jey nuzzled closer to each other, both of you offering him your best bedroom eyes.

“Then don’t go, Daddy,” you purred, beckoning him to your side. “Stay here with us.”

For once, Seth seemed speechless, his grip tightening on his coffee mug as he watched the two of you. To make things worse, you were pushing the sheets away, revealing Jey’s muscular chest and your tight pajama shirt, your nipple piercings peaking through the fabric.

“We don’t want you to go,” you pouted, reaching out for him. “Please stay, Daddy. Please?”

You glanced over at Jey, who threw you a knowing wink. He knew what game you were playing.

“Why you wanna leave?” Jey’s voice sounded different now, his voice an octave deeper and his words a seductive purr. You didn’t miss the way he pushed the sheets down even further to reveal his toned abdomen, stretching his arms above his head just so his muscles would ripple and flex at the movement. “Don’t you wanna stay with us?”

Seth visibly gulped, looking uncharacteristically nervous as you and Jey pressed closer to each other–two sirens trying to lure him in.

“Daddy, you wouldn’t leave us here alone, would you?” you pouted, innocently adjusting your position so that your tits were pressed closer together, straining the fabric of your shirt. “Especially since we need you so bad.”

“So bad,” Jey agreed, crooking a finger in Seth’s direction. “Can’t you see how lonely we’ll be without you? Are you really going to leave us here, Daddy?”

Seth dropped the coffee mug, the liquid spilling on the brand new carpet.

This was the first time Jey had ever referred to Seth as Daddy.

“Is that what I am?” Seth breathed. “Am I your daddy, pretty boy?”

The air seemed charged with electricity now, a new fire now dancing in Seth’s eyes.

Jey smirked. Perhaps he liked playing with fire. “Stay here today and I’ll show you, Daddy.”

Seth’s eyes widened, already taking a step forward in Jey’s direction, before Seth’s phone rang.

He froze. You watched as Seth’s jaw worked in frustration, his eyes now simmering with annoyance. He slowly fished the phone from his pocket, his lip curling when he caught sight of the name flashing across the screen. And when he answered, his tone was irritated.

“What, Cody? I already told you I’d be there this morning.”

You couldn’t hear Cody’s words on the other end of the line, but his tone sounded angry, causing Seth’s grip on the phone to tighten.

“I don’t give a shit what you told them,” Seth hissed. “I said I’d be there so I’ll be there. They can fucking wait.”

Cody’s voice grew louder and Seth pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I pay you to keep shit running in L.A., Rhodes. I don’t need you sticking your nose in Miami business too.”

“These are my contacts!” Cody’s voice was so loud now you could hear it from across the room. “If you piss them off we lose the Zhang deal for good. Do you have any idea what that will do for our business? Do I really need to explain you to how—”

“Enough!” Seth snapped. “You’ll watch your fucking tone when you speak to me, Rhodes. I’m not in the mood for any more of your tantrums this morning.”

Cody was speaking again, but his tone was calmer and the words were once again a mystery to you.

You let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows and pulling the sheets back up. There was no convincing Seth to stay now. Whatever he and Cody were planning was clearly important.

Jey watched you settle back under the covers, his eyebrow raised in confusion.

“You might as well join me,” you whispered. “Daddy’s not staying. He never does whenever Uncle Cody calls.”

Jey still seemed confused, but he reluctantly obeyed, crawling back under the covers and wrapping a long arm around you to keep you close to his side.

You both watched as Seth began pacing the room, still on the phone and agitated as he collected his belongings and prepared to leave. Finally, he said, “Give me an hour, Rhodes, and I’ll be there. But after that, I don’t wanna hear anymore of your fucking excuses. Get it done.”

And with that he hung up, his jaw still clenched and his eyes burning with anger and annoyance.

“I have to go,” Seth muttered, passing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, my angels. You’ll have to keep each other company while I’m gone.”

You watched him sadly. “Won’t you at least come kiss us goodbye?”

Seth softened, quickly making his way to the side of the bed to press a bittersweet kiss to your lips.

“I’ll miss you, princess,” he murmured, staring regretfully at the two of you curled up beneath his expensive sheets. “But I’ll be back tonight, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Seth glanced at Jey, a small smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. “Do you want a goodbye kiss too?”

Jey grinned, leaning up to meet Seth’s lips for the very first time.

The kiss was soft, almost tentative. Their beards brushed together, Jey’s hand reaching out to clutch at the soft fabric of Seth’s suit to pull him closer. To your surprise, Seth relaxed and allowed it. He leaned further over you, the kiss deepening as the two continued to taste each other.

But it didn’t last long. Seth was quick to break the spell, tugging on Jey’s hair to pull him away.

“Trying to lure me back to bed, sweetheart?”

Jey grinned mischievously, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips together. “Is it working?”

Seth stared at him. Then he laughed.

“You’re good, pretty boy. I’ll give you that. But we’ll have to resume this conversation when I get back tonight.”

He pressed one last kiss to Jey’s lips before releasing him, standing back up to straighten his suit.

“You’ll both be good while I’m gone?”

You and Jey gave each other a knowing look.

“No promises, Daddy,” you smirked.

Seth seemed delighted. “That’s what I like to hear.”

You had to text housekeeping about the coffee stain Seth had left on the new carpet and they arrived quickly to clean up the mess. You and Jey decided to retreat to the balcony to give them space, waiting on Bayley to bring up your breakfast.

The sun was rising above the ocean, the sky a pale blue as milky tendrils of pink and orange unfurled from the horizon. The beach looked quiet from here, too early for anyone to be out and about.

The morning was already warm, but you weren’t uncomfortable as you reclined on one of the patio chairs. You had Seth’s bathrobe wrapped around you, watching in amusement as Jey wandered around the balcony to explore. You were quickly learning that he didn’t like sitting still for long.

“How high up you think we are?” Jey pondered, peeking over the railing. You noticed he hadn’t gotten close to it once. “You think this building is stable?”

You let out a huff of laughter. “Yes, sweet boy. I think this building is stable. Why? Are you afraid of heights?”

Jey looked sheepish. “Maybe a little. I ain’t ever been this high up before.”

He inched closer to the railing, staring down at the bustling city below. “Jesus,” he murmured, almost to himself. “That’s a long way down.”

He tried to test his bravery and get closer, though you noticed that he now seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, the color draining from his face as he got closer to the railing. Eventually he gave up.

“Nah, fuck that,” he muttered. “Too high.”

He continued to poke around the balcony, dipping his toes in the pool and searching the bamboo storage box that would normally hold pool towels and floats.

“Do you know how to swim?” you asked and Jey flashed you an excited smile.

“I do! Can we swim today?”

“Sure. Though I guess Daddy hasn’t stocked the pool area yet.”

Jey searched through the storage bins, finding nothing. “Nah, it’s empty. We could use the towels in the bathroom?”

You waved your hand. “I’ll just order some stuff and have it brought up. You brought swim trunks, right?”

Jey seemed embarrassed. “I…uh, don’t have any. Can’t remember the last time I went swimming.”

You smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll order you some. Next time we go shopping I’ll get you some more. Sound good?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he murmured, his cheeks a little red. He always seemed flustered whenever you mentioned spoiling him.

You couldn’t help but admire him as he continued to wander around the balcony, his curly hair still tousled from sleep, his tattoos seeming to glimmer in the morning sun. He was still wearing a pair of Seth’s pajama pants, though they seemed a little tight around the back. You had to admit Jey had the fattest, juiciest ass you’d ever seen on a man. It was hard not to stare.

“Goooooood morning!” Bayley’s cheerful greeting quickly snapped you out of your reverie, finally tearing your eyes away from Jey to watch as Bayley pushed a large cart onto the balcony.

“Here, lemme help!” Jey was quick to dash forward, but Bayley shooed him away.

“Don’t you dare! You’re our guest!”

Jey stopped in his tracks, looking confused. You reached out to take Jey’s hand.

“It’s alright, pretty boy,” you cooed. “Come sit with me. Bayley’s got it under control.”

Jey reluctantly obeyed, seemingly uncomfortable at the idea of someone else serving him breakfast.

A similar situation had happened over dinner when you had spilled some of your drink on the floor. Jey had instantly dropped to his hands and knees to clean it up, using his own napkin as a makeshift towel. It had taken a considerable amount of coaxing to urge him back into his seat. He’d seemed just as confused, as if he couldn’t fathom the idea of allowing someone else to clean.

At first you thought he was just being considerate, but after watching him long enough now, you realized that he was just trying to serve. Jey didn’t see the clear difference between being on his knees for you or cleaning up a mess in the dining room. He believed both were part of his job description. While you thought you’d made it clear he wasn’t meant to perform household chores, you could tell this was a foreign concept to him.

“Just enjoy your breakfast, honey,” Bayley hummed, setting down a variety of dishes in front of both of you. “I appreciate the offer though. You’re very sweet.”

Jey smiled at the praise, forcing himself to relax as someone else served him.

You both watched as Bayley continued to fuss at the breakfast spread, making sure everything looked nice for you. “Alright, if you need anything, shoot me a text. I’ll be inside.”

“You got it, babes,” you told her with a smile. “Thank you.”

Bayley threw a little wave to Jey as she left. “Enjoy!”

And then she was gone.

You smiled at Jey, offering his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s hard,” you murmured. “But you don’t have to do any chores here. I want you to be taken care of. Okay?”

Jey seemed a little uncertain, though he still obediently nodded. “If that’s what you want, pretty girl.”

“It is.” You picked up your own fork to begin digging into your omelet. “So enjoy it, sweetheart. I want you to be happy.”

Jey looked like he was about to say something in response before your phone rang.

You frowned, checking the screen.

“Daddy!” You couldn’t keep the excitement out of your voice, immediately putting him on speaker phone. “You’re on speaker! Me and Jey are eating breakfast.”

“Hey, Boy Toy.” Seth’s tone was flirtatious and you could hear the smile in his words. “And hello to you, pretty girl. How’s your breakfast?”

“It’s good, Daddy. We miss you already.”

Seth chuckled. “I miss you too. But I forgot to tell you this morning that Uncle Mox is back in town. He wants to come over this afternoon to meet Jey.”

“He’s back?!” You couldn't help but grin. “I missed him so much! Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, baby. And he missed you too. I think he got a present for you.”

“He did?”

“Mm hm. Now you’ll both be good for him when he comes over, won’t you?”

“Of course, Daddy.”

“Boy toy?”

“Yes, sir. I will.”

“Good. I’ll be home tonight. Bye, my angels.”

“Bye!”

The call ended and you smiled over at Jey.

“Aw, I’m so excited! You get to meet Uncle Mox today!”

Jey smiled back at you, though you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. “Who’s Uncle Mox?”

“He’s in charge of Daddy’s security,” you said, taking a sip of your mimosa. “And he’s the only person Daddy trusts to keep me safe.”

“Oh.” Jey seemed uncertain, though you could tell he was trying to hide it. “It sounds like he’s been out of town.”

“Yeah, I think Daddy sent him to Hong Kong. He had some kind of issue there. Sometimes he sends Uncle Mox to handle business he doesn’t trust anyone else to do.”

Jey took a bite of his omelet. “Oh, like a right hand man.”

“Yeah, I guess. He does a lot of different things.”

“And you like him?”

You leaned back in your chair, curling your legs beneath you as you held the champagne flute in your hand. “I do. He scared me at first, but he’s really just a big teddy bear.”

“Why did he scare you?” Jey seemed worried. “Is he scary?”

“He’s just a little…” You searched for an accurate word. “Intimidating. But he’ll be sweet to you. I promise.”

Jey didn’t seem convinced.

You texted Jackie, one of Seth’s personal assistants, requesting some supplies for the pool. You knew you’d need towels as well as some floats and a pair of swim trunks for Jey. As usual, she was very prompt in response, arriving at the penthouse only an hour after you’d texted her.

By the time she arrived, you and Jey were reclining on the couch in the living room. Jey was laying between your legs, his head in your lap as you continued to pet his hair. You were watching the morning news, the weatherman discussing the heat wave sweeping through Miami when the front door opened.

Jey was quick to sit up, watching with wide eyes as Jackie rolled in a cart full of pool supplies.

“Good morning!” she said cheerily, her high heels clacking against the marble floor. “How are we this morning?”

“Good!” You waved at her from the couch. “You brought us gifts?”

“Yep! Everything you could possibly need for the pool. And I’m glad you’re using it! Mr. Rollins let me pick out everything on the balcony.”

“That was you? No wonder it looks so beautiful.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” Jackie gave you a quick hug, offering you a few air kisses with a smile. As always, you were amazed at how beautiful she looked. Her hair was a gorgeous chestnut, perfect curls framing her pretty, heart-shaped face. Seth had already discovered she was monogamous and had a boyfriend. If not, you were certain he would have invited her into your bedroom.

She turned to Jey with a smile. “Do you remember me? I was with Mr. Rollins the first time he met you.”

Jey slowly nodded, still sitting up to watch her. “Yes ma’am. It’s nice to see you again.”

“You too!” She stared at him curiously, looking like she wanted to reach out to pet him but was resisting the urge to. “How are they treating you? You doing okay?”

Jey glanced over at you, his eyes sparkling. “Yes ma’am. I’ve been real happy here.”

“That’s good!”

Jackie leaned down to whisper to you conspiratorially. “He’s adorable, isn’t he? I helped Mr. Rollins pick him out.”

“Did you really?” You stared at her in amazement. “You’ve got good taste. He’s got to be the prettiest boy in Miami.”

Jackie nodded in agreement, though you noticed that she was still hovering, shifting from one foot to the other as she stared at Jey. You giggled.

“You can pet him if you want, Jackie.”

“Really?” Jackie’s face broke into a grin, moving closer to Jey’s side. “Are you okay with that?” she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.

Jey chuckled. “Yes ma’am.”

She reached out and brushed her hand through Jey’s fluffy curls, watching in wonder as his eyelids fluttered, leaning into her touch.

“He’s so cute!” she gushed, reaching out her other hand to scratch into Jey’s beard. “I wanted to pet him so bad when I first saw him. He’s just so sweet.”

Jey let out a pleased hum as Jackie continued to scratch under his chin, looking completely relaxed and at ease now that he was being lavished with attention.

“You should have seen him! He had the prettiest collar on. I think it belonged to Mr. Helmsley. Are you going to get him one?”

“Hm, I don’t know.” You couldn’t help but smile as Jey relaxed further into the couch, his eyes closed in contentment. “Maybe we should. He does look like a little puppy, doesn’t he?”

“He does! I remember reading in his contract that he likes that sort of thing.”

“Oh? You read it too?”

Jackie nodded. “Mm hm. I helped Mr. Rollins look it over. You know how he is about paperwork.”

“True,” you sighed. “I should have known he’d have you there to do most of the reading for him.”

“Have you met him yet?”

“Who?”

“Mr. Helmsley. The CEO?”

“Oh. No, not yet.”

“He’s a hell of a businessman. And if you ever get a chance to see his headquarters downtown you’ll be amazed. It’s beautiful there. He’s got a lot of people on his payroll.”

Jackie finally dropped her hand from Jey’s hair and Jey let out a small whine at the loss.

“Aw, it’s okay, sweet boy,” Jackie cooed, ruffling his hair one final time. “I’ll be back. And you’ve got your owner to take care of you, don’t you?”

Jey nodded, quickly laying his head back down in your lap. He let out another whine, offering you his best puppy eyes until you started petting him again.

“Needy thing, isn’t he?” you mused, watching as Jey relaxed again once your hands were back in his hair.

“Maybe a little,” Jackie giggled. “But I’ll go ahead and get your pool all set up for you, okay? Thanks for letting me play with him!”

You smiled. God, she was beautiful. Why couldn’t she just dump her stupid boyfriend? “Of course, Jackie. Thank you for helping us.”

“Any time!”

You watched as Jackie sauntered away, her hips swaying and her expensive heels clacking against the floor. Why couldn’t she just dump monogamy too?

The day was quickly becoming scorching. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the sun blazing overhead. The temperature was already 98 degrees and climbing. The UV index was 11 and it wasn’t even noon.

“Come onnnnn,” Jey whined, staring longingly at the pool from inside the living room. “It’s been ten minutes already. Can we go now?”

“Just a little bit longer, pet,” you chuckled. “The sunscreen has to sit for fifteen minutes. I don’t want you getting sunburnt. And you need to keep that pretty ink protected.”

Jey collapsed on one of the chairs, brooding unhappily. “I don’t get sunburnt,” he muttered. “I’m Samoan.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Anyone can get sunburnt.”

The front door opened again and Bayley arrived, pulling along a bar cart with her. “Your mobile bartender has arrived!” she announced, smiling broadly at you. “So what are we thinking? For a day as hot as this I’m thinking a mojito. Or maybe a margarita?”

You grinned. “Either one sounds heavenly. What do you want, Jey?”

Jey didn’t seem interested, checking the time on his phone again. “Fourteen minutes. Come on, one minute short won’t hurt anything!”

“No arguing,” you tutted, waving a finger warningly in his direction. “Fifteen minutes and not a second less.”

Jey pouted again, pacing the room anxiously.

“Uh oh,” Bayley chuckled. “What have you done? Only his third day and he’s already unhappy.”

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I know. The poor thing has to wait before he can get in the pool. His life is so hard.”

“Aw, poor baby,” Bayley teased. “Well, maybe a nice drink will help. Come on, Jey. Let me make you something.”

“Fifteen!” Jey sounded triumphant, throwing his phone down and running to the door. “Can I go now? Please? Pretty please?”

You sighed. “Alright, alright. Go on.”

“Yes!” Jey quickly sprinted outside, cannonballing into the pool with an enormous splash.

You and Bayley chuckled, following him outside. “You need any sunscreen?” you asked, offering her the bottle. “I don’t want you getting burned either.”

Bayley waved you away. “I already put some on. Thank you though. I’ll make you both a mojito. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, Bayley. Thank you.”

The two of you watched as Jey came up for air, smiling broadly at you both. “It feels amazing,” he beamed. “You coming in, pretty girl?”

You nodded, making your way to the steps and easing into the cool water. Jey was quick to bring a float over to you, offering you a hand to keep you steady as you relaxed onto it. You didn’t want to get your hair wet.

“Thank you,” you sighed, letting out a long sigh of contentment as the water cooled you off.

“Feels good, right?” Jey’s long legs fluttered behind him as he swam beside you, resting his chin on your arm to stay close to you.

“It feels amazing,” you agreed. “You like it, baby?”

Jey grinned, his smile almost as bright as the sun. “This is the coolest thing ever. I never get to swim.”

“Never?”

Jey shook his head. “Nope. Which is why this is so awesome. I love swimming. Hell of a lot more fun than running on a dumb treadmill.”

You scratched his beard just to see him smile wider, his gold teeth glimmering in the sunlight. “I’m glad you like it, sweet boy,” you said. “I love seeing you happy.”

“I am happy.” Jey pecked a quick kiss to your cheek. “I ain’t ever been happier. Can I pull you around?”

You laughed. “Sure.”

Jey grabbed your ankle and began paddling around the pool, tugging you behind him. You relaxed and closed your eyes, reaching out a manicured hand to feel the water between your fingers.

Jey was having the time of his life, occasionally pausing to do a somersault underwater or practice a handstand. Bayley put on a playlist of soft tropical music, causing you to relax further on your float. With the cool water beneath you, the sun didn’t seem so overbearing. Instead it seemed warm and comforting, like a blanket lulling you to sleep.

Eventually you heard Bayley call for Jey to fetch your drink, your eyes opening as you felt Jey pass it to you.

“For you,” he said, pressing the mojito into your hand. “It looks good.”

He stared longingly at it and you frowned.

“Where’s your drink, pretty boy?”

Jey instantly perked up. “I’m allowed to have one?”

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You can have whatever you want, baby.”

Jey grinned, swimming back to the edge of the pool to motion to Bayley. “She said yes!”

“I told you she would,” Bayley laughed, handing him a mojito of his own. “Enjoy it, cutie. You deserve it.”

Jey accepted the drink gratefully, swimming back to your side to drink with you. You watched in amusement as he drank half of it in one sip, closing his eyes in contentment.

“Why’d you have to ask me for one?” you questioned.

Jey cocked his head to the side. “It’s one of my rules. I can’t drink unless you let me.”

“Oh.” Had that rule been in his manual? “Well, you don’t have to worry about that any more, pup. You can drink whenever you want.”

Jey rested his chin on your float, staring at you adoringly. “That’s sweet of you, pretty girl. I still have to ask though.”

“For alcohol?”

“Uh huh. It’s a rule.”

You reached out to pet his hair, watching as he leaned lovingly into your touch. He always seemed starved for affection, as if he were unused to such gentleness. It only made you want to pet him more, just to see him happy.

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to break your rules then.” you murmured and Jey seemed content with that.

Jey found the pool toys within the first hour.

Jackie had placed them in one of the bamboo storage bins, much to Jey’s delight, and he immediately dumped them in your lap and begged you to throw them. He would swim near your float, nearly vibrating in excitement as he saw them sink to the bottom, before diving under to collect them for you.

In between making drinks, Bayley would sit on the edge of the pool and stick her legs in the water to chat. Jey quickly discovered that Bayley would throw the toys for him too, especially if he offered her his best puppy eyes.

“You’re really gonna have to get him a collar,” Bayley commented, watching as he dove beneath the water for the hundredth time. “I think he might be part golden retriever.”

You laughed. “I think you might be right. Sometimes he reminds me more of a puppy than a human.”

Jey finally came up for air, holding up his diving toys like trophies. “Was I faster that time?” he asked, swimming back over to you.

“You were, sweetheart,” you cooed, ruffling his hair. “Such a good boy.”

Jey grinned, though his smile faded when he caught sight of who had stepped onto the balcony.

“Ma’am.”

You hadn’t realized that one of Seth’s security guards had left his post by the front door to make his way outside. You quickly sat up. They never left their post unless it was important.

“Is everything alright?” you asked.

The man nodded, his face impassive. “Yes ma’am. Mr. Moxley has informed us he’s on his way here. He wanted us to let you know.”

“Oh.” You relaxed on your float again. “Okay. Thank you.”

The man gave a curt nod and quickly retreated back inside.

You noticed that Jey had now pressed himself against your float, watching warily as the man walked away. He didn’t like Seth’s security.

“So, Mox is coming in today, huh?” Bayley mused, smiling at you. “I didn’t know he was back in town. Think he’ll want some lunch?”

You chuckled. “It won’t hurt to make him something. Though I doubt he’ll sit and eat with us.”

Bayley quickly stood, drying herself off with one of the beach towels Jackie had provided. “Well, I better go in and whip something up then. Are we eating outside today?”

“Nah, we better go in. We need to give our skin a break and reapply some sunscreen. Don’t we, pup?”

Jey pouted, but he still obediently nodded.

“Sounds good,” Bayley said, packing up her mobile bar cart. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything.”

“You got it, babes. Thank you!”

Bayley waved and retreated inside, leaving you and Jey alone.

Jey seemed thankful that you weren’t in a hurry to get out, his tattooed legs still fluttering behind him as he swam close to you. “Does he come here a lot?”

“Who?”

“Mr. Moxley.”

You stretched your arms above your head, soaking the last bit of sun. “Mm hm. Daddy trusts him more than anyone in the world. If he’s not with Daddy, he’s with me.”

Jey nodded in understanding, though he still looked a little nervous.

“Hey.” You reached out to caress his cheek. “It’ll be alright, sweet boy. Uncle Mox is nice. He won’t be mean to you. I promise.”

Jey smiled, staring up at you in rapt adoration. “Okay. I trust you.”

By the time Mox arrived, Bayley was nearly done with lunch. You and Jey had gone inside to dry off and reapply sunscreen, waiting patiently in the living room for the food to be ready.

The front door opened and you were quick to jump up, a large smile on your face once you caught sight of who was in the doorway.

“Uncle Moxie!” You were quick to make your way across the room, leaping into Mox’s arms and clinging to his neck in a hug. “I missed you so much!”

Mox caught you easily, chuckling as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Sweet girl,” he cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “I missed you too. I see you’ve been swimming today.”

“I have!” You released his neck to stare at him, immediately gasping when you caught sight of the bruise around his right eye. “Oh my god! What happened?”

Mox smirked. “Just a little tussle, baby. That’s all. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.”

“You promised you’d be careful,” you chided. “That doesn’t look careful.”

“You worry too much.” Mox kissed your cheek again, slowly easing you back down to the floor. He was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, his usual attire. You noticed that his knuckles were bruised and he had a large bandage peeking out from beneath the collar of his jacket. You sighed in exasperation.

“I take it your trip was a success then.”

Mox winked at you. “Always, sweet girl.”

“Neat or on the rocks?” Bayley called from the kitchen, holding up a bottle of Mox’s favorite bourbon. “And don’t try to act like you don’t want it.”

Mox looked over at her and chuckled. “Oh, I want it. But I can’t have it. I’m still on the clock.”

“You’re always on the clock,” you pouted, tugging on his leather jacket to catch a glimpse of the gun he was hiding beneath it. “You work too hard, Moxie. Why don’t you come swim with us?”

Mox didn’t say anything in return, his eyes now trained on where Jey stood in the living room. You didn’t miss the way Mox’s body tensed, no longer smiling as he watched Jey shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze.

“Did Daddy tell you he got me a present?” You tried to inject some cheeriness into your tone, hoping to drive away the grumpy look forming on Mox’s face. “He got me a puppy! Isn’t he cute?”

“Hm.” Mox didn’t seem impressed, brushing past you to make his way to the living room. You were quick to follow, tugging on Mox’s arm to slow him down.

“Wait, Moxie,” you pleaded, trying to get him to look at you. “I told him you’d be nice. Please don’t do that thing.”

Mox stared at you. “What thing?”

“That thing you do where you try to scare everyone,” you huffed. “Jey is sweet and I like him. I want you to be nice, okay?”

Mox grumbled, but he didn’t argue with you, stepping forward until he was in Jey’s personal space. Jey was quick to bow his head, hunching his shoulders to appear smaller. Although Mox was only a few inches taller, he looked like a giant compared to Jey.

“Look at me,” Mox snapped. Jey immediately obeyed, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared up at him.

“Moxie!” you chided, tugging on his jacket. “I said, be nice!”

Mox ignored you. Instead, he reached out a hand to roughly grab Jey’s chin, turning his head from side to side to examine him. Jey’s body was relaxed, but his eyes were still wide, the color draining from his face as Mox continued to manhandle him.

“You one of Hunter’s?” Mox grunted, still keeping that firm grip on Jey’s chin.

“Yes, sir.” Jey’s voice was hoarse, still obediently maintaining Mox’s gaze even though his hands were shaking.

Mox noticed.

“You afraid of me?” Mox’s grip tightened on Jey’s chin and Jey whimpered, his eyes flickering to the gun beneath Mox’s jacket.

“Yes, sir.”

Mox smirked. “Good.”

“Moxie,” you sighed, now exasperated. “Please.”

Mox held Jey’s eyes for a few moments longer before finally releasing his chin, casting an amused glance in your direction. “Already protective, pretty girl? He hasn’t even been here three days.”

You clenched your jaw, quickly moving to Jey’s side to comfort him. “I’m sorry, sweet boy,” you murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Uncle Mox is just in a bad mood. Why don’t you go help Bayley in the kitchen, hm? Then we’ll eat lunch.”

Jey eyed Mox nervously, but he still nodded. “Okay.”

Your stomach was in knots as you watched Jey nearly flee from the room, making a beeline for the kitchen where Bayley was waiting. Thankfully, Bayley had seen everything.

“I’m glad you’re here, cutie!” You heard her say, already trying to bring a smile back to your boy’s face. “Come on, you can help me finish this up.”

Mox collapsed on one of the couches, already pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket. You frowned at him.

“Would it kill you to be nice? Just for once?”

Mox shrugged, balancing the cigarette between his lips. “I don’t know. It might.”

You made your way over to him and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, your frown deepening. “You told me you were cutting back.”

Mox leaned back against the couch, looking up at you in amusement. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. Just because I’m cutting back doesn’t mean I’ve quit.”

“You should quit.”

Mox reached out and grabbed the cigarette from your hand so quickly you could barely track the movement, smirking at your surprised gasp. You’d forgotten how fast he could be.

“Well, I’ll take it in baby steps,” he murmured, the damn thing dangling from the corner of his mouth again. “Sound fair?”

You crossed your arms and Mox chuckled, leaning forward to grab your waist. “Don’t be like that, honey,” he rumbled, pulling you into his lap. “You know I’ll quit eventually.”

“That’s not what I’m mad about.”

Still, you didn’t resist when he pulled you closer, your legs straddling him as he gazed up at you.

“What? I can’t put the fear of God in your little boy toy?”

You worked your jaw in frustration. “Jey’s sweet. You didn’t have to scare him.”

Mox grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. You saw his hand creeping to his jacket pocket, no doubt to search for a lighter, but you were quick to stop him. Mox sighed.

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? Force of habit.”

“What habit? Being rude?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

You sighed again and Mox leaned up to kiss your cheek, still looking amused. “Aw, come on, baby. It’s my job to keep you safe. He needs to know that. A little fear won’t hurt him. I’m sure he’s used to it.”

You pushed him away, now irritated. “Well, I don’t want him to be afraid here,” you snapped. “I want him to be happy. So no more scaring him. Promise?”

Mox’s smile faded, something hard gleaming in his eyes. “You know I can’t promise that, sweetheart.”

He leaned back against the couch and you caught another glimpse of the gun beneath his jacket, a small bolt of fear running down your spine at the sight.

It felt like a reminder.

Mox might be affectionate with you, but you had to remember that this man was dangerous. He wasn’t careless. He wasn’t kind. He was a weapon. A threat. He always had been. And just like he had frightened Jey, he had frightened you as well.

You remembered the first time you’d met him—his eyes cold and his mouth set to a grimace. He was mean and carried a gun, seemingly more of a vicious attack dog than a human being. He never spoke to you. He was merely your shadow, an aloof bodyguard that you could only assume hated you.

That is, until the incident in Madrid.

A few men had tried to rob Seth’s apartment, killing two security guards and breaking down your bedroom door. If Mox hadn’t been there, you were sure you’d be dead. Or worse.

Mox has somehow managed to take all four of them, despite being outnumbered and fighting in the dark. You’d never seen so much blood.

He found you huddled behind a table afterwards, shaking like a leaf with tears in your eyes. He reached out a hand to you, his eyes no longer cold, his face no longer mean.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

That was the first time you’d seen anything remotely human on his normally cruel face. He’d been kind, holding you close and whispering low words of comfort until Seth arrived. And even though you were covered in blood, you’d never felt safer.

That was over a year ago. Now, you and Mox got along well. He’d grown fond of you, it seemed, and even seemed happy whenever you straddled his lap or pressed a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek. That didn’t change the fact that he was still Seth’s weapon. And still dangerous.

“I know you want to keep me safe,” you murmured. “But Jey’s not a threat, Moxie. Daddy wouldn’t have given him to me if he was.”

Mox clenched his jaw, his eyes harder than steel. “If Seth had any sense at all, he wouldn’t have been so damn reckless. I told him this was a bad idea.”

“But why?” You reached out to play with Mox’s beard. “Daddy said he knew Jey’s boss. And he has a contract…”

“Oh, trust me. I know all about Hunter’s fancy little business here in Miami,” Mox grumbled. “He trains his whores well, I’ll give him that. But having anyone here long-term is a security risk, baby. You know that.”

You hated that he was right. Jey was an outsider. Mox had taught you long ago that anyone outside of Seth’s inner circle couldn’t be trusted. Seth’s business was too dangerous. And when this much money was involved, things got complicated.

“Well, it’s a good thing we have you here to keep us safe then,” you said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “To protect us from big, scary, dangerous Jey.”

Mox didn’t laugh, his gaze still cold as he stared up at you. “I’ll have to give him a security briefing today.”

“I know.”

“And lay out the consequences of what will happen if he steps out of line.”

“I know.”

“You gonna get mad when he gets scared again?”

You sighed. “Only if you take it too far, Moxie,” you murmured. “And I know you won’t.”

Mox seemed to soften a little at that, leaning up to press a kiss of his own beneath your jaw. “Don’t look so glum, pretty girl,” he rumbled, a playful twinkle now in his eye. “Besides, I got something for you.”

You instantly perked up. “You did?”

“Mm hm.” Mox snapped his fingers at one of the security guards who quickly brought a small bag to your side. "You know I had to add to your collection."

You opened the bag and gasped in delight. "You got me another one?” You gingerly removed the paper and fished out a large snowglobe, the words Hong Kong written in glittery letters at the bottom. You giggled. “Aw, it’s so pretty, Moxie. Thank you!”

It had started out as a joke. The first time Seth had sent Mox away to handle business it had been near Christmas. You hadn’t wanted Mox to leave, especially so close to the holidays, but Seth had insisted. When Mox got back, he gifted you a snowglobe from Havana, joking about how it felt just like New York at Christmastime.

“You’ve gotta have at least a dozen by now, sweetheart,” Mox chuckled, dismissing the security guard with a flick of his wrist. “You like it?”

You couldn’t help but kiss him again. “I love it.”

Mox didn’t eat lunch with you, opting instead to step out onto the balcony to smoke.

Jey seemed timid as he sat beside you in the dining room, his eyes still watching Mox warily through the glass windows. You felt horrible.

“Jey.” You set your silverware down to look at him, your heart clenching when you caught sight of his wide puppy eyes. “I…owe you an apology.”

Jey furrowed his brow, cocking his head adorably to the side as he often did whenever he was confused. “For what, pretty girl?”

You let out a long breath. “I told you Uncle Mox would be nice to you and he wasn’t. I know he scared you, Jey. And I’m really sorry. I should have known he’d be like that and warned you. Can you forgive me?”

Jey seemed taken aback by your words, as if he’d never heard an apology before. “I…” He seemed unsure of what to say, setting his napkin down on the table as he gathered his thoughts. “I mean, of course, baby. You ain’t got nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You shook your head. “No, I should have remembered what he was like when I first met him. He scared the shit out of me too. He’s like that with everyone who first meets him. I should have known he’d try to scare you. I’m sorry, Jey. Really I am.”

Jey blinked, still looking confused. “No, no,” he murmured, reaching out to take your hand. He seemed distressed. “It’s okay, pretty girl. Really. He just…” Jey trailed off, glancing subconsciously over at Mox again through the glass windows. “He just a little intimidating, I guess. That’s all.”

As if summoned by Jey’s words, Mox arrived back inside, slamming the balcony door behind him with such a force that you both jumped.

“I gotta get back downtown,” Mox muttered, glancing at his watch. “You done with lunch? I still need to talk to your little boy toy.”

You squeezed Jey’s hand again. “You done, sweetheart?”

Jey nodded, still watching Mox warily. You noticed that his leg was bouncing under the table nervously, his grip on your hand tight.

“Good.” Mox motioned for Jey to join him in the living room. “You can wait outside for us, pretty girl. We won’t be long.”

You felt Jey tense beside you, unwilling to let go of your hand even as you pulled away.

“It’s alright,” you cooed, standing up to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.”

Jey let out a small whimper, his face pale as he glanced over at a very grumpy-looking Mox. You kissed him again.

“I’ll be watching the whole time,” you whispered. “But I need you to be alone with him for a little bit, sweetheart. Just to prove to you that he can be trusted. He won’t hurt you, baby. I promise.”

You forced yourself to walk away, refusing to look back over your shoulder to see Jey’s sad puppy eyes. You knew this would be good for him. Being fearful of Mox would only be a problem. You needed Jey to trust him. Or at least, not be terrified by his presence. Mox was a permanent fixture in your life. It would be easier for Jey to adjust to him now, rather than later.

You stepped out into the blistering Miami heat, settling under the shade of an umbrella to watch through the glass windows as Jey and Mox talked. Jey sat hesitantly on the couch, his eyes still pleading as he gazed at you through the window. You gave him an encouraging smile and Jey seemed to relax a little, giving his full attention back to Mox as he towered over him.

Your phone buzzed and you were quick to pull it from the pocket of your cover-up, smiling when you saw the name on your homescreen.

You and Ryan had been friends for about a year now, the two of you forming a close bond. Her sugar daddy, Damian, was one of Seth’s business associates. Although you didn’t know much about Seth’s business, you knew that Uncle Damian ran Seth’s business on the East Coast, a vital part of the organization.

Damian and Seth got along better than most of Seth’s other business associates. Damian was patient and diplomatic, traits that Seth admired (and needed). Because of this, you and Ryan saw each other often, even if you lived a continent away.

It had been a few days since you’d last heard from her, though this wasn’t surprising. A major socialite on the New York party scene, she was always attending some party or another. Last you heard, she had thrown a party so big it had taken over The Blond, a nightclub in downtown Manhattan, and partied so hard she jumped out of a two story window and made out with Bella Hadid. Allegedly.

You glanced up at Jey. He was still sitting on the couch in the living room, giving his rapt attention to Mox as he droned on. He still seemed tense, but he didn’t look like he was about to run out the door which you took as a good sign.

You returned to your phone.

The door to the balcony opened and you set your phone to the side, watching as Jey and Mox finally emerged from the living room.

Jey’s face was hard to read, though you noticed that he was still keeping his distance from Mox, seemingly relieved to be back at your side.

“How’d it go?” you asked.

Jey was avoiding Mox’s eyes like the plague. “Good.”

“He’s not as dumb as he looks,” Mox grunted, pulling out another cigarette. “Might make a decent pet for you after all.”

“Moxie,” you chided, standing up to press a reassuring kiss to Jey’s cheek. “You wanna get back in the pool, sweet boy?”

Jey perked up. “Can I?”

“Of course. I’ll be in soon.”

Jey grinned, though it quickly faded when he caught Mox’s eye again. “It was nice to meet you, sir,” Jey murmured.

Mox snorted in amusement. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Just remember what I said. Keep your nose clean and we won’t have a problem.”

“Yes, sir.” Jey looked at you again and you gave him a reassuring nod. “Go on, baby. Enjoy yourself.”

Jey’s smile returned, sprinting from your side to quickly cannonball into the pool once more. You laughed in delight.

“Aw, Moxie, isn’t he the cutest?”

“Adorable.” Mox grunted, reaching for a lighter. You quickly stepped forward and smacked his hand away.

“I don’t want you smoking out here. The smell lingers.”

Mox raised an eyebrow. “It’s either out here or in the house. Your choice, sweetheart.”

He pulled out the lighter and you were quick to snatch it. You could be fast too. “You already had one earlier,” you reminded. “At least wait until later for your next one. I thought you were cutting back?”

Mox let out an unhappy grunt, but you were grateful when he finally pocketed the cigarette, much to your relief. You passed the light back to him. “Thank you. Those things kill, you know.”

“Other things do too,” Mox muttered. “Your little pet better understand that.”

You both watched as Jey burst up to the surface, a wide, child-like grin on his face. He seemed so happy to be back in the water, his long tattooed legs fluttering behind him as he swam around the deep end. He waved at you when he caught you staring and you waved back with a giggle. God, he was the cutest thing in the world.

“You sure you don’t want to stay, Moxie?”

Mox chuckled. “I gotta get back downtown to your Daddy, sweet girl. But I’ll be back tonight.”

You smiled up at him. “Good. I’ve missed having you around.”

“Even with your new puppy keeping you company?” Mox smirked. “Thought you wouldn’t have missed me at all.”

“Oh, stop.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “See you tonight then. Be safe.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Nope.”

Mox grinned. “But I always come back to you, don’t I?”

Yes, thankfully. He did.

You and Jey swam for the rest of the afternoon. Jey seemed to have an endless amount of energy, still begging both you and Bayley to throw the pool toys in the deep end for him to fetch. He seemed pleased to have some sort of task to accomplish, eager for a simple pat on the head or word of praise.

You were beginning to see that Jey was hungry. Hungry for the smallest scrap of approval, the tiniest nod of encouragement. Any sort of positivity brought the widest, most beautiful smile you’d ever seen to his face. To say he was motivated by praise was an understatement.

Eventually Bayley left to make dinner and it took a considerable amount of coaxing to get Jey out of the pool.

“Come on, Jey,” you pleaded. You felt like a dog owner trying to lure their pup inside with treats. “It’s time to get out. We can take a nice bath and get something to eat. Won’t that feel good?”

Jey didn’t seem to agree, shaking his head unhappily as you tried to urge him out of the water.

“Puppy, please,” you begged. “It’s time to go inside. Be a good boy and come on out.”

Jey still seemed unhappy. “We gotta leave?” he pouted, his eyes sad as he gazed up at you from the deep end of the pool.

“Yes, baby. We can’t stay in here all day. It’s bad for your skin.”

“But my skin is fine,” he protested, flexing an arm muscle as if that proved anything. “I ain’t gonna get burned. I promise.”

“We’ll swim tomorrow, sweetheart,” you promised, feeling desperate now. “But for now you gotta get out, okay? Come on, let me get you washed up.”

Jey pouted, but he didn’t argue. He slowly made his way to the steps, practically dragging his feet as he climbed out of the pool.

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, wrapping a towel around him and pulling him close. “I know you still wanted to swim, puppy, but we’ll swim more tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jey seemed satisfied with that, allowing you to usher him back inside.

You weren’t sure why you didn’t just allow Jey to shower on his own. Perhaps Mox was right. Perhaps you were protective of Jey, even though he hadn’t been with you long. You felt responsible for him. And you loved taking care of him.

It didn’t help that Jey seemed to eat it all up. He didn’t argue when you drew him a bath and eased him into it, your hands soft and your words soothing as you bathed him. He seemed happy to be pampered like this, struggling to keep his eyes open as you rubbed his tattooed skin with a loofah and massaged shampoo into his hair. Perhaps he really was a puppy after all. He certainly allowed you to treat him like one, nearly whining in protest when you finally drained the water and urged him back out.

“I’ve got you, pup,” you murmured, unwilling to take your hands off him. “I’ve got you.”

You took comfort from the fact that Jey seemed happy. You noticed that he hadn’t stopped smiling since you left the pool, continuing to stare at you in adoration whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. His body was relaxed, his expression alternating between contentment and gratitude, depending on your words.

And you had a lot of words for him.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, drying off his hair with a fresh towel and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “So pretty and sweet. I’m so lucky Daddy gave you to me.”

Jey lived for this: your praise, your attention, your soft touch. You heard him sigh in contentment more than once, making sure to pepper your hand with kisses whenever you reached out to touch him. You giggled when you tried to apply some moisturizer to his face and he leaned forward to lick your cheek, his grin at you playful and lopsided.

“You’re so cute,” you gushed, kissing the tip of his nose. “I can’t wait for Daddy to get home so we can play.”

Jey perked up at the word play, his grin widening in excitement. The sight was infectious.

“I’m glad you’re excited too, sweet boy,” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Now go on in the kitchen and keep Bayley company. I’ve got to freshen up too.”

Jey’s brow suddenly furrowed, his hands reached out to tug on your bathing suit coverup. “You need help, baby?” he murmured. “I can take care of you too.”

You smiled. “I’m okay, sweetheart,” you assured him, shooing him towards the bedroom door. “I want to take care of you today. And I don’t want you to worry about a thing. Can you do that for me?”

Jey seemed doubtful. “I mean… if that’s what you want…”

“It is,” you insisted. “Now go on and keep Bayley company. But no chores. You’re still a guest, remember?”

Jey nodded slowly. You knew that your specific orders directly contradicted his training, but you didn’t care. Jey wasn’t here to do the dishes or clean the floors. He was here to be pampered and taken care of. Period.

By the time Seth and Mox arrived back home, you and Jey had just finished dinner. You were laughing at a funny story Jey was telling you, a wine glass dangling from your fingers when the front door opened.

“Daddy!” You were quick to jump up from your seat, throwing your arms around Seth’s neck to pull him close. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, princess,” Seth chuckled, kissing your forehead. He smelled strange, like woodchips and sawdust, but you knew better than to question it. “Did you have a good day?”

“We did! Jey and I went swimming.”

“I heard about that,” Seth mused, glancing over at where Jey stood by the table. “And were you good for Mox, boy toy?”

Jey took a tentative step forward, his eyes darting to Mox from where he stood behind Seth. “Yes…sir.”

Seth followed Jey’s nervous gaze, raising an eyebrow at his right hand man. “Moxie… did you scare my pretty boy today?”

Mox shrugged. “I just reminded him of the rules and the consequences for stepping out of line. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“Somehow I doubt that.” Seth’s words were annoyed, but he didn’t seem too upset, smiling over at Jey as he beckoned him to his side. “Come here, sweet boy. Mox won’t hurt you. He’s here to protect you. Even if he is a little mean sometimes.”

Jey took another tentative step forward, though he still seemed nervous to approach, his eyes never leaving Mox from where he stood nearby. Seth let out another sigh.

“Mox, go scan the perimeter or something,” Seth huffed, waving him away. “You’re scaring my boy half to death.”

“Your boy?” Mox chuckled, though he still obeyed, brushing past you to head into the kitchen. “Don’t tell me you’re already attached, Seth.”

Seth grinned. “Maybe a little.”

With Mox across the room, Jey seemed to relax again, quickly making his way to Seth’s side to allow Seth to wrap a long arm around his waist.

“Sweet boy,” Seth cooed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Jey’s temple. “Did you have a good day with my pretty girl?”

“Yes, sir.” Jey looked up at Seth through long eyelashes, his hands reaching out to tentatively feel the soft fabric of Seth’s suit.

Seth’s smile widened, quickly reaching out with his other arm to pull you close to his side as well. You giggled, pressing yourself close to Jey as Seth kept an arm around each of you. He seemed to like having two pretty toys in his arms, his gaze equally fond at both of you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business from this morning, my angels,” Seth murmured, a mischievous twinkle now in his eye. “Or did you both forget how hard you tried to keep me here this morning?”

You and Jey shared a knowing look, both of you trying to hide a smile.

“ I don’t know what you mean, Daddy,” you said, staring up at him innocently. “We just got sad at the thought of you leaving. That’s all.”

“Yeah, we didn’t want you to go,” Jey chimed in, his own eyes just as round and innocent. “We just wanted some more time to play with you, Daddy.”

That lustful fire returned to Seth’s dark eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he murmured, his grip on both of you tightening. His gap-toothed smile was so bright it lit up the entire room. “So, let’s play.”

Jey naked was a work of art. His body was lithe and lean, his skin a gorgeous shade of copper and covered with the most beautiful ink you’d ever seen. Trim and yet muscled by consistent time in the gym, Jey naked was something special to behold.

Seth, as always, was appreciative of beauty. That’s why he’d started a collection of pretty toys to keep his bed warm in the first place. You watched as he palmed the soft flesh of Jey’s hip, his dark eyes raking across Jey’s perfect form as he laid on his stomach across the bed. Seth’s eyes traveled up to you, watching with delight as Jey continued to lick and suck at your weeping sex. He seemed fascinated to watch your face contort with pleasure, nearly writhing against the mattress as Jey’s talented tongue found every sensitive spot between your legs.

“So pretty,” Seth breathed, his hand still moving, still kneading at the firm flesh of Jey’s ass. “Both of you are. I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

You wanted to reply to him, but Jey’s syrupy tongue had stolen your words ages ago. Jey seemed to know exactly where to lick to nudge you to the precipice of pleasure every time, though you couldn’t be sure if it was because he had learned about your body quickly or if he really was just that well-trained. Either way, you weren’t complaining. Not when Jey’s clever tongue was wringing every ounce of pleasure from you, causing delicious heat to pool in your stomach and electric sparks to shoot up your spine.

You hadn’t realized that Seth was hovering over you now, his large hand reaching up to brush some hair from your face.

“Is your puppy making you feel good?” Seth asked, his eyes so dark you felt lost in them.

“Yes, Daddy,” you managed to whisper. “S’good.”

Seth chuckled, his long fingers still reaching out to twirl some of your hair between his fingers. “That’s good, baby. I’m glad you like him.”

You let out a small whine, reaching up to clutch at the soft fabric of Seth’s dress shirt. Seth chuckled again, allowing you to pull him closer.

“What is it, princess? What’s wrong?”

“Daddy, please,” you mewled, still struggling to sit still as Jey’s perfect tongue dipped into your empty hole. “I want to see my puppy make you happy too.”

Seth’s smile widened. “Oh? You want me to do what we talked about before?”

You quickly nodded. “Yes, Daddy. So bad. My puppy can make you feel good, Daddy. I know he can.” You reached down to pet Jey’s curls, smiling when you saw Jey’s large brown eyes staring up at both of you. “Do you want to make Daddy feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, your breath hitching when Jey’s tongue curled deeper inside you. “You… oh fuck… you gonna be a good boy for me and let Daddy fuck you?”

Jey nodded eagerly, still obediently keeping his mouth latched onto you as you kept your hand curled into his soft hair. Jey’s eyes flickered over to Seth, letting out a small whimper when he caught sight of Seth’s knowing grin.

“Aw, poor puppy needs it bad,” Seth teased, looking back at you. “But are you sure that’s what you want, baby? For me to fuck your little boy toy?”

You felt your pussy spasm at his words, Jey’s eyelids fluttering as he felt your walls contract around his tongue. God, now that Seth had said, you couldn’t get it out of your head. The mental image of Jey on all fours, getting fucked by your Daddy’s massive cock while he ate you out was suddenly the most enticing thing in the world. You wanted it. More than anything.

“Please, Daddy,” you pleaded, uncaring of how pitiful you sounded. “I want to see it so bad. I just know he’ll look so pretty getting fucked. And he’ll make you feel good, Daddy. I promise.”

“Okay, okay.” Seth pressed one final kiss to your forehead before standing up, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he smiled down at you. “If you really want me to…”

“I do!”

Seth smirked, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table and returning back to Jey’s side. Jey’s eyes tracked Seth’s every movement, still keeping that talented tongue of his busy even as he arched his back to present himself to Seth.

“What an obedient little toy,” Seth cooed, running his hand along Jey’s tattooed spine just to watch him tremble with need. “I can tell you want it, puppy. And it seems like your owner wants to watch.”

Jey’s eyes flickered back to you, letting out what sounded like a mumbled thank you against your soaked hole.

“Such good manners,” you praised, your breathing still uneven as he continued to lick against you. “So sweet and well-trained. Daddy’s going to make you feel good, puppy. And you’re going to be a good boy for us, aren’t you?”

Jey nodded again, his tongue so deep inside you that you could barely keep your eyes open. You heard Seth chuckle when Jey spread his legs wider, whimpering again as Seth’s nimble fingers continued to trace the ink on his lower back.

“So eager,” Seth mused, his fingers drifting down to Jey’s tailbone. “But you’ve been eager since I first bought you. Haven’t you, slut?”

The sharp sound of Seth’s palm connecting with Jey’s ass echoed in the bedroom, Jey letting out a low moan at the feeling as he continued to eat you out. Seth laughed again, though this time it sounded a little bit more maniacal. A little bit more unstable.

“Bet you’d like it if I smacked you around a little first,” Seth continued, that familiar look gleaming in his eyes. “I remember reading that in your little handbook. Don’t mind a little pain as long as I don’t leave any permanent marks. Isn’t that right, boy toy?”

Jey moaned again in agreement, still thrusting his ass up in the air invitingly. While you appreciated his eagerness to please, you didn’t want there to be any pain tonight. And you knew that Seth had… tendencies. Sometimes he went just a little crazy. Just a little mad.

“No hurting him tonight,” you begged, keeping that soft hand in Jey’s curls to pet him. “He’s been good all day, Daddy. I want to reward him. Please?”

Seth’s hand was still caressing the soft skin of Jey’s ass, his gaze up at you considering. You were relieved when he finally said, “If that’s what you want, pretty girl.”

“It is, Daddy.” You smiled at him. “Be nice to him tonight. Like you are with me.”

“Like I am with you…” Seth repeated, his lube-covered fingers finding Jey’s hole with ease. “I can do that.”

When Seth finally breached Jey with his fingers, you felt Jey suddenly tense between your legs, letting out a breathy gasp before forcing himself to relax. You could tell that he had been trained to deal with the sudden intrusion, ensuring that he took a few deep breaths to steady himself even as he continued to lick up into you.

“What a talented boy,” you praised, scratching behind his ear just to watch those pretty eyelids flutter again. “Being so good for me already.”

Jey moaned in appreciation, his tongue now paying special attention to your clit.

“So good…” you breathed, throwing your head back against the pillow. God, Jey was talented. Even as Seth continued to open him up, his clever fingers scissoring and stretching his hole, Jey was still focused on your pleasure. You could feel his lips forming a tight seal around your clit, sucking on the bud with fervor.

“Fuck!” you gasped, writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so good you felt like you would vibrate out of your skin with it.

“Aw, look at my sweet little pets,” Seth cooed, still working to open Jey up further. “My gorgeous girl and my pretty puppy. You both look so adorable like this.”

You knew when Seth’s two fingers found Jey’s prostate when Jey suddenly stiffened as if he’d been shot with volts of electricity, a high-pitched keen tearing from the back of his throat.

“Ahhhh, there it is.” Seth’s tone was cajoling, urging his fingers towards that rewarding spot inside Jey again. “You make the cutest sounds, puppy. You like having Daddy’s fingers in your hole?”

Jey whined again, nodding against your pussy with wide, lust-blown eyes.

Seth chuckled again, adding a third finger when Jey didn’t protest. “Such a good boy.”

You could feel Jey’s control beginning to slip–his tongue less precise, his lips occasionally pulling away from you as he tried to control his breathing. Your grip tightened on his hair, eliciting another whimper from Jey’s throat.

“Focus, Jey,” you reminded, your breathing ragged as you edged closer and closer to orgasm. “Focus on me.”

Seth’s hand landed heavily on Jey’s ass and he jumped in surprise, letting out a small yelp at the sting.

“I know I don’t have to remind you to do your job, slut.” There was a warning in Seth’s tone, twisting his wrist back and forth as he continued to stretch Jey’s hole. “You forget your training already?”

Jey stared up at you apologetically, returning to pull your clit back into his mouth with a new intensity. You groaned in appreciation.

“There we go,” you gasped, petting him. “Good boy, Jey.”

Seth seemed pleased with Jey’s renewed efforts, rewarding him with another brush to his prostate. “That’s better,” he muttered. “Would hate to punish you after you’ve been so good for pretty girl today.”

Jey obediently remained focused on you, forcing himself not to falter even as Seth began poking and prodding at that sensitive spot inside him over and over again.

Once he deemed Jey sufficiently stretched, Seth finally removed his fingers from Jey’s hole. Jey made a strangled sound at the loss, though he still kept his mouth on you, his tongue now working frantically to bring you closer to your climax.

“I’m close,” you gasped and Jey was quick to respond, doubling his efforts to push you even closer. You felt his warm hands on the inside of your thighs to nudge your legs even further apart, suddenly feeling exposed as Jey’s mouth closed around your clit one last time. Pleasure blended with euphoria as you teetered over the edge, struggling to keep your eyes open as that warmth continued to unfurl from inside you.

“Daddy,” you breathed, instinctively seeking out the man who gave you everything your heart desired. “Daddy…”

“I know, baby,” Seth replied, smiling at you. “I wanna see you fall apart on your puppy’s tongue. Go ahead, angel. Make a mess for me.”

Obeying him was the easiest thing in the world.

You felt yourself fall over the edge of pleasure, your entire body locking up as intense, earth-shattering heat rolled through you. You knew that your fingers had twisted painfully into Jey’s scalp, but you were too far gone to care. All you could do was ride wave after wave of euphoria, enjoying the feeling as fireworks exploded behind your eyelids.

Eventually you felt your body relax, finally releasing that steel-like grip on Jey’s hair and petting him in apology for how hard you had pulled on it.

“So good for me,” you praised, your voice hoarse as if you’d been screaming. “Such a good boy.”

Jey finally released you, his mouth slick and his beard shiny with your release. His eyes were still round with longing, his pupils still blown wide with lust. He leaned up a little and you could see the wet spot that had formed on the bed from pre-come leaking from the tip of his pretty dick.

“You always look so beautiful when you come, baby,” Seth praised, slicking his all-to-willing cock with the remainder of the lube on his hands. “Don’t think I can get enough of it.”

You smiled and gave a cat-like stretch against the bed, excited to see the rest of the show.

“You gonna fuck him now, Daddy?”

Seth offered a cheshire grin, his free hand reaching out to grip the firm flesh of Jey’s hip. “Mm hm. You gonna watch, pretty girl?”

“I know you’ll put on a good show,” you teased, leaning back against the pillow as you watched Jey lean back up until he was on all fours again.

Seth ran an appreciative hand down Jey’s flank, smiling with satisfaction as Jey trembled at his touch.

“I’ve been wanting this juicy ass of your ass since I first saw it,” Seth breathed. “Been wanting to fuck you from the minute I laid eyes on you.”

Jey whimpered as Seth landed another swat to his ass again, though you suspected it was just so Seth could see the flesh there jiggle.

Seth began to press in, drawing out low, creaky groans from Jey. They struggled with it at first. You could see Jey already trying to rock back to take in more of Seth, eager and greedy to feel something inside him, but Seth wasn’t having it. He tightened his grip on Jey’s ass to keep him still, forcing himself to go slow lest he break his promise to you that he would be gentle tonight.

“Greedy slut,” Seth growled, his breathing uneven as he felt Jey’s velvety walls spasm and clench around him. “We go at my pace. Understand?”

He landed another swat to Jey’s ass for emphasis and Jey moaned. “Yes, sir.”

“Sir?” Seth sounded offended. Before you even realized what was happening, Seth’s hand shot out to grab at Jey’s hair, wrenching his head back and forcing his back to bow even further. “I thought I was something different, Jey. I’m disappointed.”

Jey’s cock jumped at the rough treatment, his mouth falling open as Seth’s long fingers tangled in his hair. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut when Seth tugged harder against his scalp. “I…I didn’t mean it.”

“Hm…” Seth didn’t seem convinced, still keeping that unforgiving grip on Jey’s hair as he pushed even further in. Eventually Seth bottomed out, his balls now pressed flush against Jey’s thick ass. “Here I am fucking you exactly like you want and you call me sir? What am I? Just another john to you? Just any old client? I’m hurt, Jey. I thought we were closer.”

Jey trembled in Seth’s hold, his body still arched perfectly as Seth kept his cruel fingers twisted in his hair. “Daddy, please,” he begged, his fingers curled so tightly in the sheets that the fabric had twisted. “Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.”

Seth cackled, the sharp noise echoing off the bedroom walls. “What do you think, pretty girl?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Does he sound sorry enough?”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “I think he’s really sorry, Daddy,” you told him, watching as tears began to form in the corner of Jey’s eyes from the pain in his scalp. “And I don’t think he meant it. He needs to get used to calling you Daddy. Just like I did.”

“Hmph,” Seth groused, still unmoving from where he sat balls-deep inside Jey. “I guess you’re right.”

He finally released Jey’s hair and Jey let out a relieved gasp, his head falling forward to press against the mattress.

“But I still expect to be called Daddy from now on,” Seth complained, swatting Jey’s ass again just to watch it jiggle, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. “Am I clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jey agreed, struggling to keep his hips still as Seth sat unmoving inside him. “I can be good. I promise.”

Seth’s grin lit up the room like the sun. “I know you can, sweetheart,” he praised, finally pulling out to thrust back into the tight, wet warmth of Jey’s hole. Jey let out a beautiful sound at the feeling, Seth starting out with a slow, gentle pattern.

While you’d been content to lay back against the pillows and watch, Jey’s face was causing you to lean up in curiosity, wanting to be closer to him. He was just so devastatingly beautiful–his round puppy eyes simmering with arousal, his soft lips open and panting, his beard still shiny with spit and your release. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, watching in wonder as Jey nuzzled into your hand, seemingly desperate for your touch.

“So sweet,” you murmured, almost to yourself. “Just the cutest, most precious puppy. You like getting fucked by Daddy?”

Jey nodded, meeting your gaze with dark, lust-blown eyes.

Seth shifted the angle of his hips and Jey froze, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling.

“Looks like Daddy found that special spot inside you, baby,” you whispered, reaching out to brush some of the hair from his face. “Does it feel good, pup?”

Jey couldn’t answer, his body jerking in pleasure as Seth began picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“Come here, pretty girl,” Seth murmured, crooking a finger in your direction. “Come look.”

You were quick to crawl to Seth’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw.

Seth grinned at you. “Good view from up here, isn’t it?”

You followed Seth’s gaze and looked down at Jey beneath him. His ass bounced and jiggled with every thrust of Seth’s hips, his hole greedily swallowing Seth’s length as he pulled out and plunged back in. Jey looked beautiful at this angle too—his body shimmering under a thin layer of sweat, his tattoos glistening in the dim lighting of the bedroom. You couldn’t help but reach out to run your hand across the tattooed skin of his back, watching in amazement as Jey arched his back further at your touch.

“Such a responsive little toy, isn’t he?” Seth hissed, the speed of his thrusts increasing. “I think he likes being used like this. Put on his knees and made to serve. Right where you belong, aren’t you, slut?”

Seth’s hand landed on Jey’s ass again and you both watched as it jiggled, a red palm print blooming on the copper skin there.

“Yes, Daddy,” Jey gasped, his voice strained. God, you wished you could see his face.

“He’s so obedient too,” you praised, unable to resist the urge to reach out and grab at the soft flesh of Jey’s ass, just to feel it for yourself. “You really got me the best toy in the world, Daddy.”

Seth grinned at you, the sight infectious. “Only the best for my baby girl,” he breathed. You noticed that he was a little breathless now, a few dots of sweat beading his forehead. You leaned forward to kiss him, impressed that his thrusts against Jey remained steady even as he shoved his tongue into your mouth and bit your bottom lip. Seth never did anything simple.

“Can you fuck him on his back?” you asked suddenly, leaning back to offer Seth your best pleading eyes. “Please, Daddy? He’ll look so pretty like that.”

Seth chuckled. He was never one to deny you anything. “Of course, princess. Whatever you want.”

He pulled out Jey with a sudden grunt, Jey immediately whimpering at the loss.

“Hush, baby boy. It’s alright,” Seth cooed, quickly grabbing Jey’s hips to flip him with ease onto his back. Jey went without any resistance, his eyes wide and needy as he stared up at the two of you. “Good boy.”

Seth was quickly inside him again, now expertly ramming into Jey’s prostate over and over again until Jey was writhing beneath him, his mouth open and panting in pleasure.

You couldn’t help but stare. Seeing Jey laid out like this, his long, lean body trembling with need and shining with sweat was not something you would soon forget. His gorgeous cock was hard as a diamond and smearing pre-come onto his stomach, your mouth watering at the sight. But it was really Jey’s face that had your attention. The rare sight of him vulnerable with eyes shut and lashes wet with tears was truly something to behold. You could see how hard he was trying to keep quiet, biting his lip to hold back needy moans and whimpers as Seth continued to assault that sensitive spot inside him. Now that you didn’t like.

“Don’t hold back, puppy,” you murmured, reaching out to trace one of the tattoos on the upper part of his thigh. “I want to hear it all.”

Jey opened his eyes to look at you, looking equal parts aroused and embarrassed.

“Please,” he whimpered, the sound so heartbroken that you quickly left Seth’s side to crawl closer to Jey.

“What is it, sweetheart?” you asked, leaning over him. “What’s wrong?”

Jey looked up at you with teary eyes, his face flushed red as he tried to find the words.

“Please, please,” he begged, his eyes still rolling back into his head with every clever twist of Seth’s hips.

“You need to tell me what you need, puppy,” you murmured. “Gotta use your words.”

Tears continued to clump on his long eyelashes, a few of them spilling down the sides of his face. He seemed aroused, embarrassed, and needy all at the same time.

“Can you kiss me?”

The request was so endearing, so sweet that you felt emotion swell in your chest. You reached out and cupped his cheek, leaning closer to him.

“Of course, sweet boy,” you murmured. “Of course.”

Your lips met and Jey let out a broken sound, his arms reaching up to wrap around you and pull you closer. You didn’t release his lips, not even as Jey’s body continued to bounce and jerk beneath you. Seth’s thrusts seemed to be picking up speed, driving down deep into Jey again and again just so you could hear him moan like he never had before. You made sure to swallow every moan he offered you, tasting them on your tongue and finding out that tasting them was even better than hearing them.

Under you, Jey’s teary eyes are wide and pleading, his hands scrabbling for purchase against your exposed back.

“Are you close, pup?”

Jey nodded, his mouth still open and his pulse jumping on the long column of his throat.

“You gonna come on Daddy’s dick like the well-trained whore you are?”

“Only if you let me,” he gasped, still beautifully obedient and pliant beneath you.

You smiled. “And if I don’t let you?”

Jey screwed his eyes shut, clearly pained at the idea. “Then…then I ain’t gonna do it. I promise.”

“Really?” Now Seth was getting involved, his tone strained as he continued to grind against Jey’s prostate, sweat staining the front of his white dress shirt. “You’re getting fucked pretty good, boy toy. Bet I could get you to abandon your training just once and make you break the rules.”

Jey shook his head vehemently, his grip on you tightening. “I won’t, Daddy,” he whimpered, still trying to hold back tears. “I can’t.”

“I don’t know…” Seth purred in a sing-songy tone. “I’m starting to think that’s a personal challenge.”

“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’ll let you come if you beg me for it. You just beg so sweetly, baby. I love hearing it.”

Seth reached out and hooked Jey’s legs over his shoulders, throwing a cheeky wink in your direction.

“I take back what I said before, pretty girl,” he teased. “I think you're spoiling him too much."

You waved him away. “I don’t care.”

Seth chuckled at that. “Well, let’s see how prettily he begs then.”

Seth leaned forward and Jey was nearly folded in half, his legs pressed against his own chest, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.

“There we go…” Seth crooned, his thrusts no longer gentle, his movements almost frenzied now. “Got you where you belong, slut. On your back taking your Daddy’s cock. You like this shit, don’t you? Getting paid to take dick and whine like a bitch in heat.”

Jey’s body was shaking, the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard spilling from his pillowy lips. You leaned forward to kiss him again, trying to swallow them all. Eventually, Jey couldn’t take it any longer.

“Can I come?” he whispered, his face gorgeous as big, fat tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Please? Please, I’ve been good.”

“You have been good,” you agreed, pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “But I want to hear more, sweet boy. Prove to me how bad you want it.”

“Please!” Jey’s voice was louder now, looking like he was trying to wriggle beneath Seth but Seth’s body weight kept him pinned to the mattress. “Please, I need it so bad. Please, let me come. Please, please, please.”

You glanced over at Seth, grinning mischievously. “Is that pretty enough for you?”

Seth cackled again, his eyes wild as he continued to piston into Jey with fervor. Jey was openly sobbing now, his neglected cock still smearing pre-come onto his stomach, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

“Please!” Jey sobbed, the sound beautiful. “Please, can I come? Please, Mommy…”

“Alright, alright,” you finally acquiesced, pressing one final kiss to his cheek. “Do it. Come for me.”

Jey arched as best as he could off the bed, warmth spreading across his stomach and pooling in the v of his hipbones. Seth let out a half-bitten curse, his hips stuttering as he felt Jey’s hole spasm and twitch around him.

“Fuck!”

And then Seth was quickly following, spilling into Jey with a string of colorful expletives and a grip so tight on Jey’s hips that you knew it would bruise.

Then everything was still.

The room was suddenly quiet, the only sound to be heard was Seth's heavy breathing and Jey's quiet sniffles.

You eventually leaned down to kiss Jey again, smiling fondly at him.

“There’s a good boy,” you whispered, breaking the silence. “You did so amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you. You always do so good for us.”

You were glad that Jey wasn’t crying anymore, though you could tell that he was still coming down from his high, his entire body shaking with adrenaline as Seth finally clambered off of him and retreated to the bathroom.

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, running your hands across his chest and arms as if you might find an injury. “Are you hurting anywhere?”

Jey shook his head, the movement slow. “No. I-I’m okay.”

You smiled. “That’s good, baby. Very good. Do you think you could sit up for me?”

Jey obediently tried, though his body was still shaky and his limbs were still gooey from pleasure and exertion.

Seth quickly returned to help you bring Jey into the bathroom, easing him down onto the toilet lid to sit while you drew him a bath. You could hear Seth murmuring low words of praise as they waited, his tone equal parts sweet and concerned.

“Been such a good boy today,” you heard Seth say. “Did everything that was asked of you and more. Such a pretty, obedient puppy. I’m glad you’re here with us, Jey.”

When Jey’s bath was drawn, Seth offered to bathe him, giving you a chance to rinse yourself off and put on a pair of pajamas.

It felt like a ritual now–the two of you taking care of Jey after a long day, rubbing his skin with coconut-scented body wash and whispering praises just to see him smile. It felt holy. Sacred. Like tending to Jey was a venerated task for only the most devoted disciples. And you and Seth were more than happy to be pious for him.

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