#Jey uso x black oc

[diablasuenos]

desert eagle | solo sikoa

pairing — solo sikoa x reader | genre — smut, mdni 18+ authors note — oh solo, the man that you are!! hope you guys enjoy this. i just couldn’t get solo off my mind.

soft to the touch, let you hold somethin', let you get a handful, baby, she's a whole lot of woman, soft kisses on some fat lips, It's yours, baby, you can crash here, come here.

Solo wasn’t sure how or when it started but he knew damn well he didn’t want it to end. Somewhere in between the hundreds of flights and millions of screaming fans, his mind — truly, his heart — had grown used to you being there for him. It was in the late nights, the sensual brushes of skin against skin that really did a number on him. You were a giver, through and through and it kept Solo coming back for me. Even now, when he should’ve been in his own hotel bed, asleep and preparing for the next day, he was content to lose sleep if it meant more time with you.

He was pinned down by your gaze as you climbed atop of him, your eyes holding his. You took your time scanning his features before you let out a soft smile broke out on your face. You leaned in to kiss him something fierce — hot, humming, full of energy. He moaned into your mouth and your core ached in need. You palmed him desperately as you continued to kiss down his neck, savoring the soft spots that you knew would make him spiral.

It had only been two days but it was two days long enough to drive you both crazy. You were attached at the hip and damn near feral when apart. People teased you endlessly for the new badly sprung version of Solo — his usual brooding demeanor had been replaced by yearning. It was a sight to see.

Solo’s hands found your ass, squeezing, gripping, pulling at the soft flesh that he adored so much. You happily accepted his hunger fueled touch as you swirled your hips against his.

“You’re killing me,” He muttered lowly and a laugh bubbled out of your mouth. You knew you had a hold over him but it never got old hearing it.

You peeled your shirt off and he did the same with his, his skin warm against yours. His hands roamed all over your body and you reveled under his touch. You weren’t certain but you could only imagine that this is what heaven felt like. His mouth found the soft skin right about your breast and you sighed at the feeling.

“God, Solo,” You moaned, arching your back into his touch. There was something so sweet about the way he touched your body. He hummed against your skin and the vibrations shot right through your heart and down to your stomach. “I need you.”

Solo made quick work of going from underneath you to above you, lying you back on the edge of the bed and when he slid into you, you gasped at how natural it felt. His thrusts were smooth and slow, almost teasing to you. You grabbed at him with desperation and captured his mouth with your own. With each thrust you felt yourself fall to pieces underneath him. There was something so raw and visceral about the way he touched you. His head dropped into the crevice of your neck and shoulder and he began to mumbled about how tight you were and how good you felt. You wrapped yourself around him and urged him to keep going, to not stop, to go deeper — to keep his pace just the way it was.

“Fuck,” He cursed lowly, his thrusts becoming jagged and rough.

You could feel yourself tensing underneath him and you welcomed the high that was coming. You begged him for more as you felt the tingles begin at the bottom of your spine. There was nothing that could compare to it. You chased this high in every moment of your life and he was the only one that could give it to you. Despite all the bullshit you two endured, the one thing that prevailed was your undying desire and chemistry to be with one another.

Your orgasm came in a rush, taking your breath away and knocking you off your kilter. You sobbed out his name like a prayer as the stars developed in your eyes and arched your back as he continued to thrust into you. You knew he would hate it but you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his soft skin and drag them downward as you rode out your high and he began his. He bottomed out in you and you struggled to catch your breath, the sensitivity from your orgasm leaving you reeling.

Solo collapsed beside you and for a moment, neither of you said a word. Simply breathing in and out into the hotel room. The city was wide awake despite it being three in the morning and for that you were thankful because you were a bit louder than you anticipated being. You knew you’d have to do the walk of shame but at the moment, you were shameless. You peeled yourself off the bed and straddled him, a smile breaking out on his face.

“We aren’t done are we?” He laughed and you shook your head.

“Not even close.”

[wilddesiresss]

Problems

Pairings: Jey Uso x Black!Oc

After your match at Evolution, Lash pulls you to the side to show you receipts of your man Jey Uso. What happens when word gets back to him about the situation…

Warnings: Language

[4milly]

johnson family bbq. | jey. u

gif from @punksrhea ! <3

parings : jey uso x black! oc (serena)

warnings: smut (it’s who i am), oral receiving (fem receiving), cursing, bathroom sex, ex boyfriend trope, annoying family members,

🖊️: everyone thinks serena’s ex is the one that got away. she deals with hearing it once everyday. wait until, her brother brings him to the family barbecue.

word count: 9.2k

“if it ain’t my beautiful granddaughter, where jey at?”

serena sighed yet again. she was tired of the shits. every time her family had one of these bbq’s, someone couldn’t hold back on bringing up her ex. maybe it’s that old folks thing about the new young people—they never really break up, honestly.

but that wasn’t the case. when she told jey, she was done with his bullshit last year, she meant it. she blocked him on everything, even xbox live, and changed her number. he wanted to run the streets across the earth slanging dick to any nxt newbie who smiled his way, go ahead. she wouldn’t dare be apart of it.

but, hold on.

serena and jey, were never ‘official’ official. but was…official. y’know?

they both posted each other, were always boo’d up at the club, slept over at each others places, he even flew her to his matches or wherever he was in the world…he’ll, they even met each others families.

which is proving to have done more harm than good.

“granny, y’know me and jey aren’t together no more.” serena sighed before kissing her granny on the cheek

“yea yea, but you kids always breakup, than makeup, breakup, than makeup again. next thing, ya pregnant—“

serena’s mother let out a gasp from the side of her, “alright mama, serena ain’t pregnant…right?”

“ma!”

“i’m just askin, girl damn. she ain’t lyin’ at least. but mama, serena and jey aren’t together. let’s let her be today, alright mama?"

her granny frowned, waving her hand dismissively. she was old but not that old. "nah, i ain't buyin' it. that boy looked at you like you hung the damn moon, serena. i've been around long enough to know when somethin's real."

serena shifted uncomfortably on the plastic lawn chair, and swirled her cup. if the ground could swallow her…do it now.

"i remember when he first came 'round here," granny continued, her eyes going distant with memory of him. "so respectful. callin' me 'ma'am' and bringin' those fancy chocolates i like. not like them other boys you used to drag through here."

"granny, please—"

"listen to me, child. when yo granddaddy first caught my eye, it was the same way. that fire. that boy jey was your one. i felt it in these old bones. the way he'd look for you first thing when he walked in a room."

serena stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the concrete patio. "i need another drink."

she walked toward the back house, ignoring the concerned looks from her cousins. the quiet of the kitchen was a relief after the noise of the backyard. she yanked open the refrigerator, grabbing a high noon and cracking it open with more force than necessary.

the door creaked open behind her. her mother's perfume—always the same since serena was a child—filled the small space.

"you okay?" her mother's voice came from behind her.

serena turned, leaning against the counter. "i'm fine. just tired of everyone bringing up ancient history."

"a year ain't ancient, baby girl."

"feels like it." serena took a long sip, the cold bubbles burning her throat. she knew her granny didn’t mean any harm. jey was a sweetheart and a charmer. everyone loved him. it was natural for them.

"you know granny means well. she just thought—"

"ma, seriously? you too now?"

her mother raised her hands defensively. "i'm not saying get back with him. i'm just askin if you heard from him. he called the house last week."

serena’s hand froze, the drink half way to her lips. she could feel her heart beating in her ears damn near. "he what?"

"listen. for someone who claims to have not been official, you were real hurt, serena. i could barely get you out your house inna mornin' to meet me for breakfast."

"ma, why did he call here? why are you ignoring my question?"

"baby, i saw how much you loved that boy," her mother said softly, coming closer. "the way your whole face lit up when he'd call. how you'd be runnin' around gettin' all dolled up when he was comin' to town."

serena rolled her eyes, but her mother pressed on.

"you've always been like this, since you was little. reactive. feelin' everything so big. when you hurt, you hurt deep. and that's okay, but—"

serena palmed her face, "ma, you still ain't answered my question about why he called here."

her mother sighed, leaning against the counter. "i understand y'all weren't official or whatever, but was that ever really discussed between y'all? 'cause from where everybody else was standin', it sure looked official."

"that's not—"

"i'm not takin' his side, serena. i promise you that. i'm on your side. always have been. that's why seein' you so torn up over him had me worried. you was cryin' for weeks, wouldn't eat right, wouldn't go out."

serena looked down at her can, picking at the label with her thumbnail. the truth stung more than she wanted to admit.

"all i'm sayin' is—"

"ma, please just tell me why he called the house." serena's voice cracked slightly.

her mother busied herself straightening the napkins on the counter before letting out a sigh. before serena's mom could open her mouth, a familiar voice boomed from the front of the house.

"aye wassup uce!"

serena's heart dropped to her stomach. she knew that voice. her body tensed up as her eyes shot to her mother's face, which had guilt written all over it.

"ma?" serena whispered, her voice barely audible.

the sound of footsteps and male laughter grew louder. serena's mom suddenly became very interested in rearranging the potato salad on the counter.

"i was gonna tell you, but—"

serena's older brother drew's voice carried down the hallway. "yeah man, everybody's out back. ma and granny been cookin' all day."

serena gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. "you didn't."

her mother finally looked up, her expression apologetic but firm. "drew called yesterday sayin' he was bringin' a friend. i didn't know it was jey until this mornin', and by then—"

"by then what?" serena hissed, panic rising in her chest. "you couldn't pick up a phone? send a text? 'hey baby girl, by the way, your ex that broke your heart is comin' to the family barbecue'?"

serena felt like she'd been slapped. how could they? how could he? before she could respond, drew appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. and right behind him, looking exactly the same as he had a year ago, was jey.

"look who i found wanderin' around downtown," drew announced, oblivious to the tension in the room. "said he was in town for a show tomorrow."

jey stood there in his fitted black tee and jeans, tattoos showing under his sleeves, that same half-smile on his face that used to make serena's knees weak. his eyes found hers immediately, just like granny said they always did.

"hey," he said softly, only to her.

serena's throat closed up. she gripped her drink tighter, searching desperately for words, any words.

drew looked between them, finally sensing something was off. "uh, y'all good?"

"drew, come help me with somethin' outside," their mother said quickly, grabbing drew's arm and practically dragging him toward the back door.

"but i just got—"

"now, boy."

the back door slammed shut, leaving serena alone with jey in the suddenly too-small kitchen. the silence stretched between them like a rubber band about to snap.

the ticking of the old kitchen clock filled the silence. serena felt like she was underwater, everything moving in slow motion. jey took a step toward her, that familiar look in his eyes—the one that used to make her forgive him anything.

"rena, i—"

the nickname hit her like a physical blow. she felt the aluminum can give way beneath her fingers, crumpling with a satisfying crunch. without a word, she pitched it into the trash can beside the fridge, the metallic clang punctuating her silence.

jey reached out as she moved toward the door. "can we just talk for a—"

she didn't slow down, just raised her palm to his face as she brushed past him, close enough to catch that same cologne he always wore. his words died in his throat. the heat of his body nearly made her falter, but she kept moving, pushing through the screen door and back into the noise and sunshine of the backyard.

serena scanned the crowd, ignoring the curious glances from relatives who'd clearly seen jey arrive. she spotted sierra by the grill, laughing with their cousin marcus. sierra, who'd held her while she cried over jey more times than she could count.

"hey cuz," sierra said as serena approached, her smile fading when she caught sight of serena's face. "what's wrong with—oh shit." her eyes widened, looking past serena toward the house. "is that who i think it is?"

"sierra, i swear to god i'm about to lose my fuckin' mind," serena whispered, grabbing her cousin's arm. "did you know he was coming?

"hell no! i would've warned you."

marcus raised an eyebrow, "who we talkin' about?"

"nobody," serena snapped, then sighed. "sorry, marcus. just… can you give us a minute?"

he nodded, backing away with his plate of food. "y'all women and your drama. i'll be by the speakers if anybody needs me."

as soon as he was out of earshot, sierra grabbed serena's shoulders. "what happened? what did he say to you?"

"nothin' yet. i didn't give him the chance." serena's hands were shaking. "sierra, i can't do this. not today. not here with everybody watchin'."

sierra glanced toward the house where jey had emerged onto the back porch engaging in a conversation with her brother and few of her cousins, "you want me to create a diversion so you can escape? i could fake an asthma attack."

despite everything, serena let out a small laugh. "you don't have fuckin' asthma. i do."

"details, details." sierra waved dismissively. "seriously though, you want me to take you home?"

serena sighed, glancing around at her aunties and uncles who were already watching her with curious eyes, "nah, i can't just bounce. you know how they get. by tomorrow mornin' the whole family group chat would be blowin' up about how i ran off 'cause jey showed up."

"so what? let 'em talk."

"easy for you to say. you ain't the one they be analyzin' like a damn science experiment." serena rolled her shoulders back, straightening her spine. "i gotta just deal with this shit. act like it don't bother me."

"you sure? 'cause your face tellin' a different story right now."

serena took a deep breath, smoothing her expression into something she hoped looked like indifference. "i'm good. i'm grown. it's been a year."

a deep, familiar laugh cut through the backyard chatter, making serena's stomach flip despite herself. she turned to see jey standing with her granny, who was patting his cheek like he was still her favorite. she was smiling up at him, nodding along to whatever he was saying, completely captivated.

"unbelievable," serena muttered. "look at granny actin' like he's the second coming."

sierra snorted. "you know how she is about him. always thought he hung the moon."

serena watched as jey leaned down to listen to something her grandmother whispered. whatever it was made him look up, his eyes scanning the yard until they locked with serena's. his smile shifted, something softer and more private passing over his face.

without thinking, serena raised her hand, middle finger extended high and proud in his direction.

"childish ass bitch," sierra muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched up. "real mature, 'rena."

"what? he deserved it." serena dropped her hand, heat rising to her cheeks as she realized several relatives had witnessed her little display.

sierra shook her head. "you really tryna convince everybody you over him with that move? 'cause all i'm seein' is a girl who still got feelings strong enough to be mad."

"shut up," serena grumbled, grabbing a fresh drink from the cooler. "i ain't got no feelings except annoyance."

"mhmm. that's why you flippin' him off in front of granny and the whole family." sierra's eyes tracked something over serena's shoulder. "heads up, he's coming this way."

serena's spine stiffened. her body froze, once again. "he better not."

"too late." sierra stepped back slightly. "i'ma give y'all some space—"

"don't you dare leave me," serena hissed, grabbing her cousin's wrist.

"fine, but i ain't being your buffer all day." sierra crossed her arms as jey approached, his steps slow and deliberate, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

"hey, sierra," jey said, his voice gentle as he came to stand before them.

sierra gave him a once-over, her lips pressed into a thin line. she didn't respond, just took a long, pointed sip of her drink while staring straight through him like he was made of glass.

the silence hung heavy between them until serena couldn't take it anymore. "why the hell are you here? one of those nxt bitches didn't let you fuck or something?" the words came out sharper than she intended, dripping with venom.

jey's expression fell, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he schooled them back into neutrality. "it ain't like that, rena."

"don't call me that," serena snapped. "and you didn't answer my question."

he shifted his weight, glancing around at the relatives who were pretending not to eavesdrop. "can we talk somewhere private?"

"hell no," serena laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "anything you gotta say, you can say right here."

sierra's eyes bounced between them like she was watching a tennis match. "i'ma go check on granny," she muttered, finally removing herself despite serena's death glare.

jey waited until sierra was out of earshot before speaking again. "i'm in town for a show tomorrow night at the arena. drew hit me up when he heard i was comin'."

"and you just thought you'd crash my family barbecue? for what?" serena crossed her arms tight over her chest, creating a barrier between them.

"i didn't know you'd be here," he kissed his lips at her expression. "alright, that's a lie. i knew. i wanted to see you."

"well, now you've seen me. mission accomplished." serena moved to step around him, but he shifted slightly, not quite blocking her path but making it clear he wasn't done.

"rena—serena," he corrected himself when her eyes flashed. "i just… can we just talk? five minutes."

serena felt eyes on her from all directions—her nosy-ass cousins, her aunties, her grandmother who was watching with naked hope on her face. she couldn't make a scene, not here.

"no," she said through gritted teeth. "you saw me. you ruined my fuckin day. get out. now."

jey ran his hand over his face, exhaling deeply. "look ian mean to ambush you. drew invited me, and i didnt have a choice. i thought maybe—"

"stop talking to me," serena hissed, cutting him off. "just stop."

she turned away from him, her eyes landing on the back porch where her mother stood, watching the whole scene unfold. her mama's expression was a mixture of guilt and concern, her hands nervously twisting the dish towel she held.

without another word to jey, serena stormed past her relatives, ignoring their whispers and stares. she pushed through the screen door, brushing past her mother without acknowledging her.

"baby girl—" her mother started.

serena kept walking, taking the familiar path through the house to the stairs. each step creaked under her weight as she climbed, muscle memory guiding her to her childhood bedroom. she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the old house.

her room was exactly as she'd left it years ago when she moved out. trophies from high school track meets lined the dresser. polaroids and concert tickets were still stuck in the frame of her mirror. the faded pink comforter on her bed was pulled tight—her mother must have made it up, knowing she might need a retreat.

serena sank onto the edge of the bed, dropping her head into her hands. the nerve of him. the absolute audacity to show up here, in her safe space, with that puppy dog look in his eyes like he hadn't been the one to—

a soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

"go away," she called, not bothering to lift her head.

the door creaked open anyway. "it's just me," sierra's voice came soft from the doorway. "brought you a drink. figured you might need somethin' stronger than that high noon."

serena looked up to see her cousin holding two red cups. "is that uncle roy's special punch?"

sierra grinned, closing the door behind her. "you know it. man pours half a bottle of hennessy in there and calls it 'just a splash.'"

serena accepted the cup, taking a long sip and wincing at the burn. "thanks."

sierra settled beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. "so… that was intense."

serena snorted. "that's one word for it."

"everybody downstairs actin' like they ain't just witnessed a whole telenovela episode." sierra nudged her shoulder. "auntie mabel already on the phone with her prayer circle."

"lord, they gonna be burnin' sage and prayin' over my love life by sundown."

they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. the muffled sounds of the party continued below—music, laughter, the occasional shout.

"he looks good," sierra said after a while, her voice careful. "got his hair all different."

serena sighed, staring into her cup. "i noticed. that mullet always made me wanna just sit on his stupid face."

"you know what i think?"

"i know you gonna tell me regardless." serena sighed, throwing an arm over her face

sierra took another sip, studying serena's profile. "i think you still care about him."

"course i care," serena mumbled, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "don't mean i want him back."

sierra twirled the ice in her cup. "so… you gonna avoid him all day?"

serena leaned back against the bed, her eyes fixed on the glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to her ceiling from when she was fourteen. "that was the plan."

"you know he ain't leavin' without talkin' to you. stubborn ass."

serena closed her eyes, feeling the alcohol warm her chest. "i hate that he still looks so damn good," she admitted quietly. "like, why couldn't he have gotten fat or lost all his hair or something?"

"girl, i know. it's been what, nearly a year? and he still walkin' around looking like that. it's disrespectful."

they fell silent again, the bass from the music downstairs vibrating through the floorboards. serena traced the rim of her cup with her finger, the words she'd been holding back for so long suddenly pressing against her throat.

"sometimes i miss him," she whispered, so softly sierra had to lean in to hear. "like, stupid things. the way he'd call me pretty or call to stay on facetime. how he'd send me flowers wherever he was across the world, or pulling me to sit in his lap if it was hella chairs near us."

"i was in love with him, si. like, really in love." serena's voice cracked slightly. "even though we both kept sayin' we didn't want commitment, that we were just havin' fun… we belonged to each other. y'know?"

"i know, girl…shit, everybody knew. that's why the family still asks about him."

serena wiped at a tear that had escaped. "it's so stupid. he fucked up, not me. i shouldn't be the one sittin' here cryin'."

"love ain't about who's right and who's wrong," sierra said, putting an arm around her cousin. "it's messy. and yeah, he fucked up. but that don't mean you can't still hurt."

serena took another long sip of her drink. "the worst part is, even after everything, there's still this part of me that wants to hear what he has to say."

"so maybe you should."

"and then what?" serena asked, throwing her hands up. "forgive him? go back to whatever the hell we were doing before? he cheated on me, si."

sierra raised an eyebrow. "did he though? y'all wasn't official, right? that's what you kept tellin' everybody."

"we weren't, but…" serena trailed off, frustration evident in her voice. "we were something. and he knew it. he knew what we had."

"so what are you really mad about? that he slept with someone else, or that y'all never put a real label on what you had?"

serena opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. she couldn’t think straight. hell, she was mad about something.

someone else had her man...in ways she was promised only she’d see.

serena swirled the drink in her cup, watching the ice cubes clink against the plastic. maybe sierra was right. maybe she wasn't even sure what she was mad about anymore. the hurt had calcified into something hard and protective around her heart, and she'd been carrying it for so long she wasn't sure how to put it down.

"i don't know, si," she finally said, her voice small. "i thought i was over it. over him. and then he walks in looking like… that, and my stomach does that stupid flippy thing and i'm right back where i started."

sierra squeezed her shoulder. "listen, rena. i ain't sayin' forgive him or take him back or nothin' like that. i'm just sayin' hear the man out. closure, y'know?"

serena thought about it for a moment, her mind racing through all the possibilities. what if he just wanted to apologize? what if he wanted her back? what if he was just being polite because drew invited him?

sierra leaned in closer, her voice low and serious. "any nigga worth showing up to a family barbecue is worth hearing out. especially one who's still got you this twisted after all this time."

serena snorted, rolling her eyes. "oh please. they all love his 'main event' ass. they wouldn't let his ass get a paper cut." she gestured vaguely toward the window where the sounds of the party continued. "granny's probably down there feedin' him her special sweet potato pie right now. the one she only makes at thanksgiving."

"so what?" sierra challenged. "you gonna hide up here all day? let everybody think he sent you runnin'?"

serena's jaw tightened. "i ain't runnin'."

"sure looks like it from where i'm sittin'."

serena knocked back the rest of her drink, the alcohol burning a path down her throat. "fine. i'll talk to him. five minutes, that's it. but not here, not with everybody and their mama watchin' and listenin'."

sierra grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. "that's my girl."

"don't look so smug," serena warned, standing up and smoothing her dress. "i'm just tired of hidin' out in my childhood bedroom like i'm sixteen again."

she caught her reflection in the mirror, noting the slight flush in her cheeks from the alcohol. her hair was still perfect, thank god, and her makeup had held up despite the heat. at least she looked good while her life was falling apart. again.

sierra hopped up from the bed, adjusting her dress. "well, if you gonna face him, might as well do it with a full stomach. i think i smell granny's mac and cheese from here."

serena took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "alright. let's do this."

as if on cue, her mother's voice carried up the stairs. "serena! sierra! y'all come on down, food's ready!"

sierra raised an eyebrow. "saved by the bell."

they made their way downstairs, serena's heart hammering against her ribs with each step. as they reached the bottom, a small group of serena's uncles and their friends were pushing through the front door, laughing loudly.

"y'all got any more of that hennessy punch?" uncle roy called out, leading the pack toward the kitchen. "we drank the cooler dry!"

serena's mother appeared from the dining room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. her eyes immediately found serena's, relief washing over her face.

"there you are, baby girl," she said softly.

before serena could remember she was supposed to be mad, she found herself crossing the room and wrapping her arms around her mother. the familiar scent of cocoa butter and the same perfume her mother had worn since serena was little enveloped her.

her mother hugged her tight, one hand coming up to stroke her hair like she used to do when serena was small. "i love you always," she whispered into serena's ear. "you're the prize, remember that. don't you ever forget it."

serena squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden burn of tears. "i know, ma," she murmured.

when they pulled apart, her mama cupped her face. "you good?"

serena nodded, managing a small smile. "i'm good."

"alright then," her mother said, patting her cheek. "everybody's waitin' on us. your uncle lewis been eyein' that brisket for an hour."

they made their way through the house and out to the backyard where tables had been set up and loaded with food. the smell of barbecue and her granny's famous sides filled the air. serena kept her eyes carefully trained on the spread, avoiding scanning the crowd for jey.

she grabbed a plate and got in line behind sierra, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on her. she could hear jey's distinctive laugh somewhere to her left, mingling with her brother's and cousins'.

"serena, baby," her granny called from her seat of honor at the head of the longest table.

serena sighed, already knowing what was coming "yes, granny?"

"make jey's plate," her grandmother said, not even trying to be subtle. "that boy's been workin' hard, travelin' all over. probably ain't had a home cooked meal in a minute."

"his hands ain't broke, granny," serena said, her voice coming out sharper than she intended.

granny's eyes widened, her expression hardening. "serena marie! where are your manners, girl? that boy is a guest in this house."

"it's fine, ms. elaine," jey said, suddenly appearing beside serena in the food line. he smiled down at granny with that charming grin that used to make serena weak. "i got it. actually, let me make your plate too, rena."

he reached for serena's empty plate, his fingers brushing against hers. the brief contact sent an unwelcome jolt through her body.

"it's serena and i don't need you to make my plate," serena said, trying to pull it back. "i can do it myself."

but jey had already taken both plates, stepping ahead of her in line. "i know whatchu like. still no baked beans, extra mac and cheese, right?"

serena stood there fuming as jey moved down the line, carefully filling both plates. the audacity of this man. she caught sierra's eye across the yard, her cousin giving her a what-the-hell-just-happened look.

jey was piling her plate with all her favorites—her grandaddy's secret smoked brisket, granny's mac and cheese, potato salad with extra paprika the way she liked it. he even remembered to keep the greens separate so it wouldn't touch the other food.

"here you go," he said, turning back to hand her the loaded plate. their fingers brushed again as she took it, and she hated how her body betrayed her with a shiver.

"thanks," she muttered, not meeting his eyes.

jey nodded toward an empty spot at one of the tables. "mind if i sit witchu?"

before serena could respond with the firm "get the fuck out my face," that was on the tip of her tongue, granny called out from her table.

"jey, baby, come sit by me! i wanna hear all about your travelin'."

serena had never been so grateful for her grandmother's interference. jey hesitated, looking between serena and granny.

"raincheck?" he laughed softly.

serena just shrugged, already turning away. "whatever."

she watched as jey made his way to granny's table, settling in beside the older woman who immediately began fussing over him like he was still family. the betrayal stung, even if it was expected.

sierra slid onto the bench beside serena at the far table she'd chosen. "so that happened."

"don't start," serena warned, stabbing at her mac and cheese.

"i'm just sayin', he remembered exactly how you like your food."

"so what? i ain't forget how he likes his food either. don't mean nothin'." serena shoved a forkful of brisket into her mouth, chewing aggressively.

sierra raised an eyebrow. "alright, what's his favorite then?"

serena paused mid-chew, her fork hovering over her plate. she glanced over at jey's table where he was laughing at something granny said, that same easy smile lighting up his face. "ribs. extra sauce. potato salad but not with eggs. corn bread, mash potatoes on the side with extra gravy and sweet tea so sweet it could put you in a diabetic coma."

"damn, girl. you really just proved my point."

"shut up and eat your food."

serena tried to focus on her plate, but her eyes kept drifting to jey's table. he was being his usual charming self, listening intently to granny's stories and asking all the right questions. her younger cousin jasmine had somehow wormed her way into the conversation and was batting her eyelashes like jey was gonna give her his autograph.

"that lil girl need to sit down somewhere," serena muttered under her breath.

"who, jasmine?" sierra followed her gaze. "oh lord, she really is layin' it on thick. somebody need to tell her she look desperate."

"not my problem," serena said, though her grip on her fork tightened when jasmine giggled at something jey said.

"mhmm. that's why you stabbin' your mac and cheese like it owe you money."

serena forced herself to look away, focusing on her cousin randal who was telling some story about his new job. she nodded at all the right moments, laughed when she was supposed to, but her attention kept wandering.

after what felt like forever, people started clearing their plates and settling into the lazy afternoon rhythm of a family barbecue. the older folks claimed the chairs in the shade, the kids ran around the yard with water balloons, and the adults her age congregated around the speakers where someone had put on a throwback playlist.

serena was helping clear tables when jey appeared beside her, collecting empty cups.

"you don't have to do that," she said without looking at him.

"i know. i want to help."

they worked in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them thick enough to cut. serena was hyperaware of his every movement, the way he would get to close to her, and reach for the same stack of paper plates and cup she would to attempt to brush against her.

"yo granny's somethin' else," he said as they both reached for the same stack of plates. "she made me promise to take some leftovers back to my hotel."

"that's granny for you. she'd feed the whole world if she could."

jey nodded, his expression thoughtful. "she asked about you, you know. when you went upstairs earlier."

serena stayed quiet. part of her remember what sierra said earlier…to hear him out. another part of her wanted him get the fuck away from her before she tried to see how hard a plastic knife could stick him. 

"what did you tell her?" serena asked despite herself, still not meeting his eyes.

"told her you was probably tired. long day." jey's hands stilled on the plates he was stacking. "she said you been workin' too much lately. not takin' care of yourself."

serena rolled her eyes, "granny talks too much."

"she cares about you. they all do." jey glanced around the yard where her family was scattered in their usual post-meal contentment. "missed this, you know. all of them."

"well they clearly missed you too," serena said, the bitterness creeping back into her voice. "jasmine damn near climbed in your lap during dinner."

jey's mouth quirked up at the corner. "you jealous of a nineteen-year-old?"

"boy, please." serena rolled her eyes, but heat crept up her neck. "i just think it's funny how you show up here after all this time and everybody acts like you never left."

"not everybody," jey said quietly, his eyes finding hers. "you act like you wish i never existed."

serena finally looked at him fully, taking in the familiar planes of his face, the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he was being serious. "some days i do."

the honesty in her voice seemed to catch them both off guard. jey's expression softened, something vulnerable flickering across his features.

"rena—"

"don't." she held up a hand, stepping back. "just… don't."

jey didn't move, his eyes still fixed on her face. "can we talk? please? just ten minutes."

serena looked around. the kitchen had emptied out completely, everyone heading to the yard to start doing the cha cha slide.

jey took a step closer. "ten minutes, that's all i'm asking. and then if you want me gone, i'm gone."

a loud splash followed by raucous cheers and laughter erupted from the yard. serena glanced toward the sound, then back at jey. the kitchen was quiet now, just the two of them standing amid half-cleared plates and the lingering smell of barbecue.

"fine," she finally said, crossing her arms. "ten minutes. and after that, you leave. i mean it, jey."

relief washed over his face. "thank you."

serena leaned against the counter, creating distance between them. "your time's already ticking."

jey ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking nervous in a way she'd rarely seen before. "i don't even know where to start."

"maybe with why you're really here," serena suggested, her voice cooler than she felt. "because i ain't buying that drew just happened to invite you and you just happened to accept."

"i asked him to," jey admitted. "when i found out i was coming to town for the show, i reached out. i've been trying to find a way to talk to you for months."

serena raised an eyebrow. "thats bullshit."

"you changed your number."

"there's a reason for that."

jey nodded, accepting the hit. "i deserved that. i deserved all of it—the blocking, the number change, everything."

silence stretched between them. from outside, the sounds of the party continued, but they felt distant, like they were in their own bubble of time.

"clock's ticking," she reminded him, tapping an imaginary watch on her wrist.

he nodded, running a hand over his hair. "i fucked up. i know tha—"

"we weren't together," she shot back automatically. "remember? you made that very clear every time i brought up where we stood."

jey's shoulders slumped. "i know. and that was me being stupid and scared. i didn't want to put a label on us because i was afraid of fucking it up. and look what happened—i fucked it up anyway."

serena laughed, the sound hollow. "you expect me to believe that? after what i saw?"

jey took a deep breath, leaning against the opposite counter. "what you saw… god, rena, i wish i could take it all back."

"but you can't," she said flatly. "so what now?"

ey stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "what you saw was me being the biggest fool on the planet. i ain't got no excuse that's good enough, but i need you to know something."

he took a deep breath, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "i love you, serena. i always have. never stopped, not for a single day."

serena's breath caught in her throat. "don't."

"it's the truth," he continued, his eyes glistening. "i've loved you since that first night in new orleans when you cussed me out for spillin' your drink and then made me buy you two more."

he ran a hand over his face, struggling to find the words. "the whole time we were together—or whatever we was—i kept thinkin' i wasn't enough for you. not good enough, not stable enough."

serena stared at him, speechless.

"i grew up watchin' my pops lose every damn thing trying to make it in this business," jey said, his voice rough with emotion. "he was gone all the time, chasing that next booking, that next big break. my mama raised us practically alone while he was out there living his dream. and when he finally came home for good, broken down and bitter, she didn't even know him anymore."

jey's eyes were intense, almost pleading. "i swore i'd never do that to someone i loved. never make them sit at home waiting, wondering if i was coming back, if it was all worth it. but then there i was, doing exactly that to you. on the road 300 days a year, asking you to understand, to wait."

"i never complained about that," serena said quietly.

"you shouldn't have had to. i was becoming my father, and i hated myself for it." jey's voice cracked slightly. "so i kept telling myself—and you—that we weren't serious, that we were just having fun. because if we weren't really together, then i wasn't really failing you."

serena felt tears pricking at her eyes. "so you slept with her instead? to prove your point?"

"i was trying to sabotage the best thing in my life because i convinced myself i'd ruin it eventually anyway." jey stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne. "i wanted to be the man you deserved, but i didn't know how. not without giving up everything i'd worked for, and i was too selfish to do that."

serena's heart hammered in her chest. "you could have talked to me. told me how you felt."

outside, the music shifted to something slow and soulful. the late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor between them.

he looked down at his hands, flexing them slightly. "i was scared that if i fully claimed you, made you mine officially, i'd do to you what he did to my mama. i'd drag you into that life of always wanting more, never being enough."

"that wasn't your choice to make," serena said quietly.

"i know that now," jey admitted. "but back then, i thought i was protecting you. so i kept us in that gray area, tellin' myself we was just having fun, that you were free to walk away anytime."

serena crossed her arms, shaking her head as she processed his words. "you're not the only one who was scared, jey." her voice came out smaller than she intended. "i wasn't any better than you. not really."

jey’s eyes glossed over as he leaned against the counter, "whatchu’ mean?"

"i mean i played along with the whole 'we're just having fun' thing because i was terrified too." she laughed bitterly, blinking back tears. "every time you'd say we weren't serious, i'd just nod and agree, pretending that's what i wanted too."

"but it wasn't?"

"of course it wasn't!" serena threw her hands up. "i was head over heels in love with you, but too damn proud to admit it. i wanted you—all of you—100%. i wanted to be your girlfriend, your woman, not just some girl you were 'having fun' with in every city."

jey took a step closer, hope flickering across his face. "why didn't you ever say anything?"

"for the same stupid reasons you didn't. i was scared. scared you'd choose the road, the career, anything but me." she wiped at a tear that had escaped. "so i played it cool, acted like i was fine with whatever we were, even though it was killing me."

"rena…"

"and then when i saw you with her, it was like… confirmation of everything i feared. that i wasn't enough, that i was just one of many." her voice broke slightly. "so i ran."

they stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their confessions hanging in the air between them. serena finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

"so what? what's the point of telling me all this now?" she asked, her voice rising with emotion. "we were both cowards, we both messed up, and now what? you think you can just walk back into my life after all this time and—"

her words died in her throat as jey closed the distance between them in two quick strides. his hand caught her by the belt loop of her jeans, tugging her against him. before she could process what was happening, his mouth was on hers, hungry and desperate.

for one stunned moment, serena froze. then something inside her broke loose—all the anger, all the longing, all the love she'd been trying to bury for two years. her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into the kiss.

jey's hands slid to her waist, lifting her slightly so she was perched on the edge of the counter. she could feel his heart hammering against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. his fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

with a sudden surge of need, serena pushed against his chest. his eyes widened, thinking she was rejecting him, but she slid off the counter in one fluid motion. her fingers curled into his shirt as she backed him toward the pantry door, her eyes never leaving his.

"what are you—" he whispered, but she silenced him with another kiss, reaching behind him to turn the knob.

they stumbled into the dark pantry, the door clicking shut behind them. the small space was filled with the scent of spices and flour, barely enough room for both of them. serena pressed him against the shelves, canned goods rattling as their bodies collided.

"we shouldn't—your family—" jey managed between kisses, his hands already sliding under her shirt.

"shut up," she breathed against his mouth, her fingers working at his belt buckle.

the metal clinked in the darkness as she yanked it open, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. he gasped against her mouth when she found him, already hard and straining against the fabric.

jey's head fell back against the shelf as she stroked him, his breath coming in short pants. "fuck, rena—"

his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in for another desperate kiss before his lips traveled down her neck. the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, her body arching into his touch.

"listen to me," she whispered fiercely, her hand stilling as she gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. even in the dim light filtering through the cracks of the door, she could see the heat in his eyes. "i ever find out you're giving dick to another bitch, i'll kill you. i swear to god, jey."

"i'm yours. only yours. i promise, ma."

his hand slid up her thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. "prove it," she challenged, her breath hitching as his fingers found the edge of her panties.

"right here?" he asked, his eyes darting to the door. the sounds of the party outside seemed impossibly distant.

"right here," she confirmed, already working his jeans down his hips. "right now."

he spun them around so her back was against the shelves, lifting her effortlessly. her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed her dress up, his mouth reclaiming hers in a kiss that left no doubt about who she belonged to.

"someone gone hear us," he murmured against her lips, even as his fingers hooked into her panties.

serena bit his lower lip, her eyes locked with his. "then you better make sure i stay quiet."

the shelves creaked ominously as jey pressed closer, his hands everywhere at once. serena clung to him, as he slid her panties to the side and slid inside her in one complete thrust. her mouth opened on a silent scream.

serena threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from crying out as jey's thick dick stretched her pussy, splitting her wide open. the feeling was overwhelming—like coming home and discovering something brand new all at once. she clutched his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin through his shirt.

"fuck," he growled against her neck, immediately starting to fuck her with deep, relentless strokes. "so goddamn tight, baby."

he shifted his stance, wrapping one muscular arm under her ass to support her weight while his other hand reached up to grab one of the shelves above her head. the new leverage let him drill into her cunt with punishing force, each thrust pushing her higher against the wall of canned goods.

"i missed yo ass so much. i missed this pussy," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against her ear. "thought about it every fuckin' night."

serena's eyes rolled back, pleasure building at the base of her spine. "shut up and fuck me," she hissed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies coming together.

jey obeyed, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. the shelf above them creaked dangerously with each thrust, threatening to give way under his grip. serena bit down on his shoulder to muffle her moans, the taste of cotton and his cologne filling her senses.

"nobody fucks me like you," she admitted in a breathless whisper, her pride momentarily forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "nobody."

his pace faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, one hand sliding between them to find her clit. "and nobody ever will," he promised, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. "you belong to me. yea?"

the dual sensation of his dick stretching her walls and his fingers working her clit had serena climbing rapidly toward release. she could feel herself getting wetter with each thrust, her slick arousal making obscene sounds as he pounded into her.

"i'm close," she warned, her voice tight with desperation. "don't stop, please don't stop—"

jey's fingers pressed harder against her clit, making tight circles as his hips pistoned relentlessly. "tell me, baby. tell me what i need to hear."

serena's body tensed, her cunt clenching around his thickness as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. she choked back a sob as her release neared, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

"did you miss me?" jey whispered against her ear, his voice rough with need. "did you miss this dick?"

serena couldn't hold back anymore, all her pride dissolving in the heat between them. "yea," she cried out, the admission torn from her throat in a choked, broken sound.

"yea?" he pressed, slowing his strokes to deep, deliberate thrusts that hit something perfect inside her.

"mhmm," she managed, the sound low and desperate.

"mhm," he mimicked, matching her mewl as a smirk played across his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

something about his cockiness ignited a fire in her. serena slid her hand into his mullet, fingers tangling in the longer strands at the back of his neck. she tugged hard, using his hair as leverage to pull him closer. the sudden pain made him slam into her with unexpected force, hitting so deep she accidentally let out a scream.

panic flashed across jey's face. he immediately released the shelf, his hand flying to cover her mouth. his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling any further sounds as he continued to fuck into her soaking wet cunt.

"shh, baby," he whispered urgently, his eyes darting toward the door. "you tryna get us caught? everybody and they mama gone be in here if you keep screamin' like that."

serena's eyes rolled back as she moaned against his palm, the added danger of possibly being discovered only heightening her pleasure. her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his skin. serena's eyes rolled back, her muffled moans vibrating against his palm

jey's hand remained over her mouth as his thrusts became more erratic. serena's nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes rolling back as she finally tipped over the edge. her orgasm crashed through her in violent waves, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his dick.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained as he fought his own release. "cum all over this dick, ma. show me how much you missed it."

serena's nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks through his shirt as her body convulsed with aftershocks. her pussy contracting violently around jey's thickness.

she felt herself gushing, hot slick flooding between them as her release drenched his dick. her release coated him, slick and hot, making each thrust wetter than the last. her thighs trembled uncontrollably, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"fuck, baby," jey groaned, feeling her cum drench him. "i can feel you—"

his words cut off as his own orgasm hit without warning. with a final powerful thrust, jey buried himself to the hilt inside her spasming cunt, a guttural grunt tearing from his throat as he came.

she locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him pull out. the message is clear.

"you sure?" he asks, his control slipping. when she nods frantically against his palm, he loses what little restraint he had left.

his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her firmly in place as he emptied himself deep within her, his cum pulsing hot against her walls.

serena felt each throb of his cock as he filled her, their releases mixing together in a mess of heat and desire. their bodies remained locked together, both of them panting against each other's skin as they rode out the aftershocks.

"goddamn," jey finally whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "i forgot how good we are together."

serena let out a breathless laugh, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm. "shut up. we ain't good together. we're fuckin' incredible together."

his smile was bright even in the dim light. "can't argue with that."

the sound of someone calling serena's name from the kitchen suddenly brought them crashing back to reality.

"shit," serena hissed, unwinding her legs from his waist and hastily adjusting her dress. "that's my mama."

jey quickly tucked himself back into his pants, fastening his belt while serena smoothed her hair and wiped at the corners of her mouth.

"serena? you in here?" her mother's voice was getting closer.

"just a sec, ma!" serena called out, her voice surprisingly steady. she turned to jey, her expression suddenly serious despite their disheveled state. "this doesn't fix everything."

jey nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "we need to talk for real. not just...this."

serena nodded, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "i know."

"later tonight?"

before she could answer, the pantry door swung open, flooding the small space with light.

serena froze, her hand still smoothing her rumpled dress as the pantry door swung wide open. the harsh kitchen light flooded in, illuminating their guilty faces and jey's frantic attempts to stuff himself back into his boxers.

her mother stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other still gripping the doorknob. her expression shifted from confusion to realization to exasperation in the span of three seconds.

"a damn shame," her mother said, shaking her head slowly. "just a shame. not official my ass." she gestured between them with a dismissive wave. "get yall asses together and get out my damn pantry with that freaky shit."

jey cleared his throat, finally managing to secure his belt. "ms. johnson, i apologize for—"

"boy, save it," she interrupted, though there was a hint of amusement beneath her expression.

before her mother could finish her thought, her eyes landed on something behind them. her face morphed from mild amusement to absolute horror.

"lord jesus—" she gasped, reaching past them to grab a shelf. "y'all knocked over my—"

her mom slams the pantry door back and says, "i just bought them damn peaches, my fucking god. nut assses. its a damn lock on that pantry too."

serena and jey stood frozen for a moment before laughter bubbled up between them, the absurdity of the situation hitting them all at once. they collapsed against each other in the dark pantry, shoulders shaking with silent giggles like teenagers caught making out.

"she really more worried about them peaches than us fuckin' in her pantry," serena whispered, wiping tears from her eyes.

jey's body shook with suppressed laughter. "yo mama ain't changed a bit."

after their laughter subsided, serena straightened her dress one more time. "c'mon, we better get out before she comes back with reinforcements."

they slipped out of the pantry, checking that the coast was clear before hurrying through the kitchen. they managed to make it upstairs without being spotted, ducking into serena's bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

"shit, i look a mess," serena muttered, catching sight of herself in the mirror. her lipstick was smudged, hair disheveled, and there was a distinct flush across her chest that screamed "just got fucked."

jey came up behind her, his reflection appearing over her shoulder. "damn, you look beautiful," he said softly, his hands settling on her hips.

serena met his eyes in the mirror. "don't start again. we ain't got time for round two."

"not what i meant," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "but i wouldn't say no."

serena rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. she turned to face him, suddenly serious. "we still need to talk. for real this time."

jey nodded, his expression matching her gravity. "i know. and we will. tonight?"

serena hesitated, then nodded. "yeah. tonight."

she moved to her dresser, pulling out a hairbrush and some makeup wipes. "but first we gotta fix ourselves before the whole family figures out what we been doin'."

jey leaned against the wall, watching as she touched up her makeup. "you think your mama's gonna tell everybody?"

serena snorted. "please. that woman loves drama more than her soaps. by the time we get back downstairs, even the neighbors gonna know we was in that pantry."

jey laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "guess we better come up with a good story then."

serena paused, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. "or we could just tell the truth."

"you wanna tell em, i just fucked you in yo mama pantry?"

"no, goofy!" she laughed as she tossed a shirt at him, "tell em we together...we back."

jey's face broke into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. he lifted her off her feet, spinning her around the small room before setting her down and kissing her deeply.

"alright, alright," serena laughed against his mouth. "we gotta get back down there before somebody comes lookin'."

they finished fixing themselves up, serena adding fresh lipgloss while jey tried to tame his hair. as they headed for the door, serena grabbed his hand.

"you ready for this? 'cause once we go down there together, the whole family gonna know. and you know granny, gonna start planning our wedding and shit."

"too late for that," jey laughed, pulling her toward the door. "she been planning that shit since the first time i showed up here."

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heyyyyy <3. was so excited to get this one out !

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[azarathzinthoss]

i got her tender

jey uso x black fem oc

summary : aaliyah just had a no holds barred match at tlc with rhea ripley which resulted in kendo stick shaped bruises all across her back and arms. however, her estranged ex-fiancé and baby daddy, uses that to his advantage upon seeing her at an after party..

word count : 3k

warnings : 19+, MDNI (i will block yall fr), p in v action, creampie, BDSM (?), crying (the good kind), rough sex, daddy kink, cheating?, angst if u squint a lil, degradation, humiliation?, squirting, bad grammar (im srry babes), idk a whole lotta freak shit <3

gif creds : @punksrhea

the morning after was always the worst. the lack of sleep, the constant shifting during your attempt to sleep, and the energizer-bunny-esque adrenaline that resided in your body. aaliyah just won the women’s world championship for the first time in her five year career, against a woman whom she dubbed her wrestling soulmate. to say aaliyah was happy was not even the tip of the iceberg. after tlc, the company graciously gave her four days off. this was a lot compared to the schedule in store for her as the new champion.

beforehand, she calculated that day one was going to be a majority of celebrating (partying, really) and getting wasted out of her mind. but, what aaliyah dreaded the most was having to see him more than she already does. he just won back his world heavyweight championship, and the original bloodline was back in effect - so excited. they haven’t had a real conversation since trying to make it work for the thousandth time a couple months back. the only time jey and aaliyah were in each other’s spaces is for work or family. turns out that having a kid with your ex-fiancé that you can’t stand is more of a commitment than marriage.

a couple of weeks prior, nausea racked aaliyah’s body and she didn’t understand what led to this. was it food poisoning? wear and tear on the body catching up to her after the crown jewel? anxiety? she blamed this unknown attack as jet lag. but, deep down, she knew. “there’s no fucking way you’re pregnant again.”, aaliyah confided in one of her and jey’s shared friends, rhea ripley. that same friend who’s witnessed the turbulent engagement and pregnancy. fortunately, aaliyah was not pregnant, and the nausea would soon disappear altogether. on the night of the incident that started this cold war, the ex-almost-newlyweds got into a drunken fueled screaming match. both saying awful things that are not worth repeating. as the prime instigator, the guilt of not giving him an apology weighed on aaliyah fiercely. neighbors called the police and the news spread onto the blogs the next morning. no one was arrested, but it still left a damper on her reputation and his alike. 

since then, she kept her distance, only interacting with him when it pertained to the daughter both parties share or business. the domestic disturbance, the public weighing in on the previous private engagement, the stress of yet another potential pregnancy scare, friends and family giving her their unwarranted advice - aaliyah had enough and needed a break from everything and everyone, him especially. but why did her heart still ache at the thought of how she left him? why did her body twist in longing at him touching it in the ways that only he can do to her? why did the fake storyline between him and rhea bring out a side of aaliyah that she didn’t know existed? why? 

he was stubborn, relentless, egotistical, but so loving. even at odds, aaliyah always felt the love. even in long distances, jey made sure she was cared for. even after blocking his number, he still found ways to send his ex-fiancé little gifts and signs that he was watching. is it possible to hate someone you loved so dearly?

aaliyah spent most of her day cooped up in the expansive hotel room, attempting to rehabilitate her battered and bruised body. the maroon-purple welts from a kendo stick and chain danced across her chiseled back, the champ's thighs indented with the shape of rhea ripley’s fingers. getting herself dressed for the tlc after party proved to be even more daunting than the match last night. the squeezing and contorting one's body to give the illusion it's healing properly almost made aaliyah reconsider the celebration altogether. nonetheless she (begrudgingly) powered through, wearing a basic black dress that hugged the right curves in the right places. red bottom heels to match the striking dress. simple but elegant.

just as she pulled up outside the venue, aaliyah could see the hotel lobby was busy with coworkers and their loved ones. wwe rented out a rooftop to a neighboring hotel to host the tlc after party. coincidentally, aaliyah was joined in the elevator by her on paper foe, her and rhea laughing over the shared pain from their previous match. when they arrived at the top floor, the harsh sound of rap music peaked through the elevator. with a deep sigh, the champion prepared herself to see him and have to interact with him.

upon arrival, she dashed to the bar. to survive the evening, a little liquid courage wouldn't hurt, right? the left hand side of the bar had a seating area tucked away into a tight corner, the sheer balcony behind it reflecting the city lights. he was there. aaliyah hurriedly tried to make herself appear busy by striking up conversation with a fellow wrestler’s wife, but unfortunately, it was too late. his twin brother, jimmy, started to make his way over to the black bar. taking a rushed sip of the coke and rum in her hand, she greeted him with a side hug. “i was just lookin’ for you, girl! come sit with us!”

set out to give jimmy a smile, the smaller woman's face broke into a tense expression, the corners of her plump lips falling. jimmy noticed, “c’mon, liyah. you’re family. i don’t know what y’all got goin’ on, but can it wait? just for tonight.” she looked over at jey smiling and laughing with his cousins and younger brother. his eyes never once found her since showing up. does he really not care? was aaliyah just another one of his random hookups? does she not matter?

“of course.”, the woman managed to ease tension through her uneven breaths. hand on her shoulder, jimmy basically sheep-hearded aaliyah over to the family. all the men smiled and embraced her, all except one. jey reluctantly made eye contact with aaliyah, “hey.” as much as aaliayh's heart pumped with hatred, he looked so intoxicating. a tight, black tee with matching fitted pants; a gold cuban link to complete the look. his family eventually became onlookers, bracing for the almost-newlyweds to lash out. “hey.”, she repeated back. an uncomfortable silence fell over the group. solo motioned for aaliyah to sit near jey, she shot back with a quick nod “no”.

 jey suddenly got up, placing his drink down in the cupholder next to him. “i’ll be back y’all. me and liyah finna have a talk.” he took off, leaving the confused woman to follow. there’s one thing about their dynamic that always rang true - no matter what he did, aaliyah would be there. It’s one of the reasons why she gave up on trying, he suckered her at all times. he was aaliyah's comfort whether she wanted to admit it or not, her home away from home. jey led the other half of the duo to a hotel room a floor below the festivities. upon walking in, it looked brand new, the opposite of “lived in”. jey’s back was towards aaliyah, he gently placed the hotel key on the bedside table. it became painfully obvious that the room was a suite - king sized bed, a seating area, bay windows that peek over the bustling city, a bucket of champagne on the dresser. “this all you?”, aaliyah asked while simultaneously closing the door.

jey turned around to face her, his hands crossed over his groin, and an expression that was hard to decipher on his face. “what’s up wit’chu?”, he prodded. her eyebrows furrowed and her head craned forward. “i’m chillin’. you brought me in here, what’s up wit’chu?”, aaliyah leaned against the door, striving to feign ignorance and seem more nonchalant. he sarcastically snickered, plopping down on the bed and tapping the empty spot next to him. “I’m not doing that, jey.” aaliyah decided that this time she was going to stand her ground and not let jey easily go unscathed like he always does. he rubbed his face, “this about kiara?” aaliyah's heartrate started to pick up. months ago, when the pair tried to reconcile, aaliyah found texts from another woman in his phone. those exact texts lined up with the time the ex-fiancés started to become something, again. we're talking nudes, suggestive texts - all of it. aaliyah felt so fucking stupid. how dare she even seek to get back with someone who clearly didn’t want what she did. the champion battled with her feelings for months, gaslighting herself into thinking she was overreacting. i mean, they weren’t official, right? i can’t be mad if we were just talking, she thought.

“we have a daughter, jey. we were engaged. do you think i keep coming back because i’m desperate?! do you think i keep coming back because i’m horny? lonely? If i wanted it, i could get it. you would know..” his body sharply turned to face her, “do you think i’m proud of that? liyah, i apologized and blocked ol’ girl. i know you want our family back, i do too.” jey collapsed his hands together, "baby, i’ll do anything to make it right. what do you want?!” jey stood up and made his way towards the smaller woman. their stark height difference making itself known. she put her hand out, forcing jey to take a step back. he respected her wishes, but his eyes told a different story. aaliyah's body sunk in surrender. “i don’t want this, jey. i don’t want to fight, i don’t want you to date other women. i want you home, with me. ‘cause i need you.”, tears threatened to fall from her eyes. after months of ignored texts and calls, aaliyah finally let go of what haunted her the most: how she really felt. the champion's chest rapidly rose and fell, bundles of nerves made waves in her stomach. she felt like a teenager.

he came closer, his broad outline towering over aaliyah. his thumb wiped the stray tear that fell, his eyes became soft. they both remained still, drinking in this moment and the heavy tension. once again, she yielded first, “jey, please touch me.” without hesitation, his hands roamed her curvy yet muscular body, aaliyah flinched at the lack of warmth within them. she haphazardly swayed into jey’s touch, purposefully pressing her weight into his. in one singular movement, jey's hands cupped her thighs, bringing them around his waist. traveling to the bed, jey gently placed aaliyah down on her back. lips clashed together, hands roamed over their respective bodies. jey's lips placed rushed but gentle kisses on her neck. he tugged on the flimsy straps of her dress, exposing her breasts. aaliyah moaned at the rough stimuli of his teeth clenching down on her nipple. her legs instinctively closed, the heat in between growing like a wildfire. “mhmm, i know you feel that baby.”, jey cockily remarks. not bothered to completely remove any article of clothing yet, he forcibly hiked up the dress to get access to her thighs. jey glanced at the bruises on them, pausing for a second. “that was rhea, jey.”, aaliyah sat up to peer down at him. he took a breath of relief, “i was finna say. now lay yo’ ass back down.” she complied while he left a trail of kisses on each thigh. she bit her lip at the sensation of his beard tickling the inner thighs. he lifted her dress over her head, throwing it to the ground. aaliyah's lace panties followed suit.

jey’s tongue immediately attacked her clit, the wet muscle producing harsh circles. one thing jey could do and do well is make any woman weak with his tongue. “please, baby, fuckkk.”, aaliyah whined. his strong hands clamped down on her thighs, rejecting any chance of aaliyah closing them. the distant rumbling of the rooftop party concealed her pleas and the cracking of her voice. to cope with the overwhelming pleasure she felt, aaliyah grabbed onto the soft sheets of the bed, absentmindedly turning from jey’s mouth. any attempt fell short as he redirected her back to his tongue. pulling back the hood of her pussy, jey continued the assault. the muscles in aaliyah's stomach reacted to the new signals of satisfaction. her breaths became more distant, a sign that she was close. “i'm finna cummm.”, her entire body sank into the bed at the mercy of jey’s wicked tongue. the feeling of him eating her out through an orgasm sent the champ's mind into a frenzy, all she could do was lay there and take it. aaliyah whined as jey suddenly pulled away, “jey..” he pointed his finger at her, “one second, babe.”

the quiet rummaging in his closet caused aaliyah to completely sit up, jey came back to bed holding a tie. “turn around.”, those delicious and inviting brown eyes of his transformed into a grim and alluring hue. what is he planning? positioned on all fours, aaliyah reluctantly let jey bind her hands. the shuffle of his feet and the shaking of ice alerted aaliyah. jey slowly placed the bucket of champagne on the bedside table to the left of her, “jey, what is this?” he only responded in the way he wanted - by taking off his belt. panic started to set in, “daddy, please. I’m sorry, i’m sorry..” jey lowly chuckled while undoing his pants, “now i’m daddy, huh?” slowly sinking down onto her stomach, aaliyah raced to undo her bindings. rough sex is not uncommon between the two, but the idea of jey punishing her was terrifying. his hand dipped into the bucket, grabbing a handful of ice. jey hooked his fingers in the makeshift handcuffs he made and drug aaliyah back to him, her ass rubbing against his clothed erection. “daddy please..”, she begged. 

jey leaned over her, his body weight and warmth sheltering the woman below him. his mouth was dangerously close to her ear, “be good for daddy.” messily swirling an ice cube over aaliyah's pummeled back, she immediately arched to avoid the burning cold sensation. his grip remained on the bindings, once again, all she could do was take it. whines, moans, and begs were thrown about in the hotel suite. the more the ice cube melted, the harsher he became. at one point, he fully left it to wither down in the crevice between her lower back and butt. droplets of water racing each other to reach her shoulders and upper back. heaving and writhing, aaliyah begged yet again, “no more, baby, fuckkkk.” aaliyah could withstand a lot, but freezing tempatures on her body is where she drew the line - jey uso knew that.

his hard erection never ceased, it probably got even harder at the thought of her uncontrollably wiggling underneath him. for the next ice cube, he parted aaliyah's backside. forcibly pressing down on the lower back, jey slid the ice cube up and down her sopping folds. her legs furiously tapped against the bed. if she even thought about crawling, he’d give her a harsh slap on the ass. condensation dripped from aaliyah's folds onto the sheets, her sinewy body shaking in shock. “shit, you said you was sorry, baby?” it was fucked up to say, but jey got a sick thrill out of torturing the mother of his child. sexually, of course. “yessss. no more please.”, she mewled. once aaliyah waved the white flag, jey plopped the half-soggy cube back in the bucket. a slight creak was heard when jey removed himself from the inlay, his pants eventually falling to the floor. aaliyah felt the warmth of his dick, dragging and prodding her pussy. jey purposely letting it swing about so his ex-fiancé can plead for him inside her, and that she did. “josh, please give it to me. i’ll do whatever you want.”

with that, jey slowly pushed into her warm pussy. a short, breathy gasp escaped aaliyah. it’s been a couple months since they had sex, and adjusting to jey would take a while. jey wasn’t crazy gifted, but fuck, was he thicker than anyone aaliyah had come into contact with. the stretch alone sent her up the wall. his fingers dug into her plump ass as he gave deep, meticulous strokes. “look at you already creamin’. i missed my pussy.” using both hands, jey returned to pressing on her middle back. this angle made aaliyah squeeze him even harder than before.

jey's pace quickened, his pelvis crashing its way onto her backside. aaliyah's pretty lil' face screwed into a painting of pleasure, “so fuckin’ good, holy shittt.” hiking a leg up, jey fucked harder than before, trailing off phrases he knew would drive her crazy. “that’s my fuckin’ slut”, “you’re doing so well, mama”, “fuckk aaliyah”, “you gone give it to daddy, huh?”. using the tie as leverage, jey guided aaliyah to the base of his dick, never changing the pace. a familiar feeling crept up, “daddy, please, can i cum?” jey growled, pulling so hard on the tie that her body almost lifted myself off the bed. “oh shitttt!”, she whined at the change. 

as soon as she was about to cum, jey pulled out. aaliyah unabashedly groaned in disappointment. his large hand swatted at her butt, “nah, i’m getting my ones right now, baby.” he propped aaliyah up with ease, undoing the ties and choosing to tie her mouth instead. dragging her by the legs, jey left enough room to where a small section of aaliyah's backside leaned over the edge of the bed. those husky hands slid up the smooth legs in front of him, securing aaliyah's knees by her ears. oh, how i’ve missed this, aaliyah thought. jey tapped the head of his dick on the engorged clit before him. her legs jolted from the rough stimulation.

jey left tender kisses on her jaw as he slid back inside. those delectable brown eyes never broke contact as he slammed into her. scrambling to grab even a millimeter of fabric, jey taunted the restless woman, “yo ass not going nowhere.” the terse collision of the duo's skin filled the empty air, aaliyah's eyes welled up. jey felt so good, but frustration from not being able to talk overwhelmed her. she placed her hands over his, pinching at the knuckles. the orgasm jey denied his ex of earlier making its return. aaliyah groaned, her eyebrows and the creases in her forehead knotting themselves. jey noticed and freed one of his hands to rub grating circles on her clit, “yes you can, baby. yes you fuckin’ can.”

tears exploded as she exploded. wet noises echoed as jey pounded through aaliyah's orgasm, clear liquid splashing on his defined stomach. the woman's legs vibrated as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, “damn, i got you like that?” jey never stopped when she came, just slowed down. jey undid the tie on her mouth. he gave her a frenzied yet romantic kiss, his hands roaming all over her tight body. aaliyah placed her hands over his broad back, nails dragging over his distinct muscles. jey groaned, he loves it when she does that. tender kisses were left on aaliyah's jaw as jey began digging in her.

this time he was slow and deliberate, kissing her neck and leaving sweet sentiments in her ear. however, that didn’t last for too long, his stride picked up. his hips needy and rushed, jey was close. aaliyah dug her nails into his back, slurred words barely making sense, “why you keep fuckin’ me like thiss?” jey wrapped her legs around his waist to allow him more contact. “you’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”, jey lowly whispered in her ear. 

“cum in me daddy. take it, it’s yours!”, she fired back. those meaty hands of his reached above aaliyah's head, gripping the cloth below them. jey’s strained groans filled her ears as he pushed deep inside. his face buried into the crook of her neck as he came. they both laid in silence for a bit, chests rising and falling against each other. “you did so well, baby.”, jey said into aaliyah's ear. running her hands through his sweaty mullet, aaliyah replied with a soft kiss on his temple. “are we good?”, she asked.

jey peeked up at her past his long lashes, “we more than good."

A/N : AHHHH i hope yall enjoyed that!! this is the first time i've written smut and on tumblr so pls lmk what i can improve on! thanks! <3

[uceybluecy]

housewarming // jey uso x plussize!reader ღ

ღ pairings: jey uso x plus size!reader, jey uso x black fem!reader

ღ summary: you just bought your first home. and your best friends think you need someone to break it in with.

ღ warnings: 18+ only, mdni, nsfw, softdom!jey, smut, unprotected sex, profanity, alcohol use, drunk sex, mention of sex toys, mention of lube, fingering, spanking, p in v, creampie, friends to lovers

ღ word count: 6,218

author’s note: this is my first time finishing anything in a very long time. and my first time writing smut in years. please be gentle with me, i’m re-learning everything. lmao

“this is so nice, girl. i’m so proud of you.” your friend lyla said to you, referring to the new house you both were standing in. it was your first home purchase, and boy was it a big girl one. you decided to stick it out with apartment living until you could afford the closest thing to your dream home. with 4 bedrooms, three baths, a fully finished basement and a kitchen snatched out of a home magazine, you figured you’d done pretty well for yourself.

“thank you. even with being settled in, it still feels so surreal, ya know. this is my space to do whatever i want with.”

“and whatever you want in it with whoever you want in you.” she let out a laugh after speaking and you smiled while rolling your eyes in response. you both took a seat on the couch, you in the corner of your sectional with her to the right of you, as you continued to talk.

“girl, i am not thinking about that right now.”

“why not? it’s the best time. you have a great career, a nice car, and a beautiful home. having someone to share it with is the last step for you.” before you could respond, your doorbell rang.

“that’s jey.” you said, moving to stand from the couch.

“jey? i didn’t know he was in town.” lyla leaned back slightly, giving you a look that could only mean trouble coming from her. you decided to overlook it.

“he has a show here on monday. flew in early to see the house.” you left the living room and walked down the short hallway past the dining room to your front door, making sure jey was on the other side of it before opening it.

as soon as he came into view, his lips curved into that smile that you knew and adored so much.

“my favorite girl.” he used his left arm to pull you into a tight hug, making the gift in his other arm apparent to you. “congratulations on the new house. this is from me and the fam. mostly from me, though.” he pushed the basket towards you as you smiled. you accepted it, looking over what was inside of it as he grabbed his suitcase and stepped inside the house. he made sure to lock the door behind him. inside the basket was champagne, two glasses, your favorite candle from bath and body works, flowers and another bottle with a label that you couldn’t make out.

“aw, thank you, jey. that’s so sweet.”

“of course. i couldn’t show up empty-handed.”

“i appreciate it. c’mon, lyla’s in the living room.” you led the way back into your living room with jey not far behind, his eyes glued to you instead of the new house he was in.

you sat your basket of goodies down next to the gift layla had brought you, an unconventional housewarming basket of her own. luckily, she buried the more adult items behind the bottle of wine and home decor items she picked out for you. you scooted back to the corner of your sectional, leaving more than enough room for jey to sit on the couch to the left of you.

“hello, jey. how you been?” lyla asked him. his gaze shifted from you to her as he sat down.

“you know me, i’m good as long as my people good. how about you?”

“i’ve been good. just proud of our bestie and everything she’s done all by herself. i told her that maybe it’s time for her to focus on finding someone to share it with.” jey glanced at you as you playfully rolled your eyes, not really wanting to talk about the next thing while you were still celebrating the now. he picked up on it, his eyes shifting back to lyla before he responded.

“well i’ll be here whenever i’m in town. she can share it with me.”

“then she’ll never be able to bring a guy back here.” lyla pointed out, smirking at jey when you couldn’t see. he smirked back in her direction as he leaned deeper into the couch, shrugging as they had their own little silent communication about something that you were completely unaware of.

the three of you sat in your living room talking for about a hour. well, you and lyla did. you had turned on friday night smackdown so jey could keep up with whatever his brother, jimmy, was doing tonight. but he was too preoccupied with looking at you. watching your mouth when you spoke, your eyes as you laughed, your hand when you placed it down on the couch just inches away from his thigh, and your plump ass whenever you’d get up slightly to shift to another position on the couch. you’d always been fidgety when staying in one spot for too long, but your friends didn’t mind. they were used to it. it gave jey more of a chance to see all of you, anyway. there wasn’t an inch of your body that his hooded eyes hadn’t been roaming over as he sat back, comfy on your couch. and you had no idea, but lyla knew. she always knew.

“well, i better get going. it’s date night with the hubby.” lyla announced, grabbing her purse and draping it over her shoulder as she stood. you stood up as well, taking jey’s gaze with you.

“i’ll walk you to the door.” you spoke, scooting past jey and making your way out of the room without a second thought.

“bye jey. don’t drool too much on the new couch, okay.” lyla was just out of earshot for you as she teased jey. he gave her one of those dreamy smiles, like he had been in a daze before she spoke to him. they shared a quiet laugh.

“goodnight, lyla.” he responded.

“mhm. don’t do anything i wouldn’t do.” like waste a night alone with a girl as great as our best friend is what she was thinking. he nodded as she left the room, knowing exactly what lyla would do from all of the stories you shared with him over the years and made him promise not to tell.

a few minutes later, you were back in the living room, in your previous spot. jey was now engrossed in what you thought was his phone. he was actually mindlessly scrolling as he contemplated his next move for the night.

he was insanely attracted to you. had always been attracted to you. before he even knew your name, he was certain of one thing and that is the fact that you are fine as hell. pretty, thick, and carried yourself with such class in a laid back way. you knew what you wanted and what you were too good for, but you weren’t snobby or stuck-up about it. and that just attracted him to you more.

regardless of the attraction, he really did come into your friendship innocently. he had no intentions of ever stepping over that line with you. but as he spent time with you over the years, in both public and intimate spaces, you peeled your layers back for him and showed him the person you are at your core. the more he learned about you, the more he found himself wanting to learn more about you, and his feelings just grew deeper over time.

now he was in too deep and trying to figure out how to stay above shore.. or drag you down to the bottom of the ocean with him.

“you want to get a drink and listen to some music?” the sound of your voice snapped jey out of his thoughts.

“yeah.. what you got?”

“c’mon, i’ll show you.” you stood from your spot and scooted past jey as he allowed his eyes to fall on your backside once again. he really couldn’t help himself.

he stood to follow you to your connected kitchen, past the massive marble island in the middle of the room to your walk-in pantry. you flipped the light switch and turned to the right of the room, causing jey to do the same to look at your small collection of alcohol.

“damn, girl! you got some of everything.” you laughed at his outburst as he reached over you to get a better look at the bottles that were stacked in front of one another in a section of your pantry. you took notice of the heat that was radiating from his body and his large hand that sat gently on the small of your back as he leaned in closer.

you had never said this out loud, but jey is probably the sexiest man you knew. have ever known, honestly. and definitely the closest male friend that you’ve had. he’s the only man that even dares to get as close to you as he does, or put his hands as confidently on your body as he does. and you allowed it because, again, he’s the sexiest man you knew. and as someone who has been single for the better part of the last four years, sometimes you got a little touch starved and jey unknowingly helped you with that whenever he visited.

“i see you got cody’s in here.” he wrapped his other hand around the unopened bottle of wheatley’s that cody sent you as a housewarming gift. “let’s crack that open.” he reluctantly backed away from you and walked back into the kitchen, sitting the bottle on the island as you followed him.

“you know i’m a tequila girl, but cody was nice enough to send it so i’ll try it out.” your statement made jey’s eyebrows furrow and his lips stretch into a frown.

“he sent it? how the fuck he get your address?” you could tell by his tone that he was clearly surprised and probably a bit confused at cody not just asking him for your info. he’s the reason that cody even knew that you bought a house, and the reason you two even met at all.

“he slid in my dm’s and asked me to email my info to his team.” you replied, giggling at jey’s quick side eye to you.

“yeah and the email better be all he got- you got shot glasses?” you turned on your heels to open a cabinet behind you, grabbing two shot glasses and rinsing them out before sitting them in front of jey. he was already twisting the top off the bottle of vodka when you did.

“and what if he got more than that?” you asked. jey continued to pour two shots for the both of you.

“then brandi gon’ whoop yo’ ass, and i’mma whoop cody ass and everybody gon’ be getting they ass whooped.” you laughed out loud as you leaned into jey’s arm, making him laugh as well. it was this moment that made you realize how much you had missed him these past couple of months. texts and facetime calls just weren’t enough when it came to your best friend. you needed to see him in the flesh and feel the warmth of both his body and his company.

he grabbed one of the shot glasses, which prompted you to do the same. the two of you turned slightly to face each other and clinked your glasses together before downing both shots. you had closed your eyes and braced yourself for the harsh burn you’d known vodka to have, but it was surprisingly smooth. yeah, you still felt the warmth of the liquid travel down your throat and into your chest, but it wasn’t bad. good job, cody.

when you opened your eyes, jey was already looking at you.

“that wasn’t bad.” you spoke, breaking the silence.

“yeah, his brand is pretty good.” he sat his shot glass down before walking over to your fridge and pulling the doors open.

“okay, rude. why are you in my fridge?”

“because i know you well enough to know you stay stocked with pineapple and orange juice- oh shit! you got my minute maid flavor?” jey’s face had lit up like a kid in the candy store seeing the carton in the fridge with his picture on it.

“yeah, i got the last three at walmart. it took forever to find, you’re selling out everywhere.”

jey grabbed the carton and sat it on the island before closing the fridge. he walked to your cabinet and grabbed two regular drinking glasses before rinsing them and sitting them next to the vodka.

“and now you’re dirtying up my dishes. worst housewarming guest ever.” you said, jokingly.

“why, cause i know how to break in a house? just trust me, mama.” he poured two shots of vodka into the first glass and your eyes damn near popped out of your head.

“two shots is crazy, jey. we just had one already!” you exclaimed. getting drunk tonight was not in your plans.

“it’s friday. the fuck you gotta do tomorrow?” he asked while repeating the same steps in the other glass before topping it off with his tropical juice flavor.

“well i was planning on waking up without a hangover.” you replied, smartly.

“we’ll order some food, you’ll be aight.” he was already putting the juice and vodka back in their respective spots, leaving you to put the shot glasses in the sink.

“order food? um, are you paying? cause i just bought a house and my pockets are a lil tight.” he rolled his eyes as he grabbed both glasses of the homemade drink he came up with.

“yeah, im paying. it ain’t like you ever do.” he left the kitchen and walked back to your living room to take his previous spot, sitting the glasses on the coasters on your coffee table. without hesitating, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave it to you. he always let you pick the food when you were together. it really didn’t matter to him what he ate as long as you were happy with it. he would only choose for you if you were in one of your “i don’t know what to eat” moods. and he always paid, without a second thought. you don’t know when was the last time you fake offered to pay for food when he was involved.

you settled on chinese food, ordering from a place that you both loved in the past. jey had been watching you while you did the entire process, mesmerized at how the soft glow of his phone seemed to only highlight your beauty in the now dark living room. you turned to give him the phone back and caught him staring this time. your lips curved into a small smile. it’s not like you didn’t notice him watching you sometimes. with being plus size for your entire life, it was hard to not feel someone’s gaze on you. you were used to being the center of attention, whether it be for negative or positive reasons. but having that experience also made it easier to overlook when it happens and go about your day anyway. and you definitely overlooked jey’s gaze most of the time out of habit. he didn’t mind. he liked stealing glances at you whenever he could without having to explain why.

“i want to make a toast.” jey tore his eyes away from yours and leaned forward to grab both glasses, handing one to you. you swirled it around as best as you could without spilling it because he did not mix the vodka in like you preferred. he’s in for a surprise when he reaches the bottom of his glass.

he turned to face you on the couch, hooking his arm around yours like you two were a newly married couple. he smiled very proudly at himself and you giggled at his silliness.

“i’m proud of you, babygirl. you amaze me with how much you accomplish all by yourself. you never complain, and you never ask for anything, even though you deserve the world. and any man would be lucky to have the opportunity to give it to you... cheers to your new home. and every new beginning.” your heart swells at jey’s words, his gaze never faltering away from your own as he spoke. you both took a sip from your glasses, arms entangled and faces inches apart from each other.

the pleasant taste of the tropical juice was the perfect balance to the vodka, making the drink much tastier than you expected. jey’s face was still sitting so close to yours that you could feel his breath as he looked at you. and, for a moment, you let your mind wander to imagine what else of his could taste good—

“did lyla get you a basket too?” it wasn’t until you heard his voice that you’d realized he was no longer entangled with you or even facing you. he was now leaning over with his drink on the table, as he grabbed the housewarming basket that your other best friend gave you today.

“oh, um, there’s some.. interesting things in there.” you tried to warn. it was too late, seeing as the first thing he pulled out after reaching into the basket was a pair of red lace panties. he used both hands to spread them apart, causing you to reach over and snatch them from his hands.

“okay, don’t get too nosy.” you told him.

“what kinda freaky shit y’all got going on? lingerie in a housewarming basket?”

“she’s really serious about me ‘breaking in’ the house with someone. there’s a whole vibrator and a rose toy in there.” you almost whispered the latter to him, still feeling a bit embarrassed about it. you didn’t know why, you’re both grown, but you’d be lying if you said your cheeks didn’t heat up when jey pulled those panties out of the basket.

“no lube? good thing i was thinking about you, then.” he said, sitting the basket back on the table. your eyebrows furrowed as his statement registered. then you remembered the small purple bottle with words that you couldn’t make out earlier. you sat your glass down to grab it from the basket and bring the small bottle up to your face to scan the label. the words ‘water based lubricant’ in white ink was on the front.

“i don’t know what y’all horny asses got going on, but i am not your personal sex experiment.” you said, chuckling before placing the bottle back where it came from.

“we just want you to get the most out of your new home, baby. you deserve it.” he responded.

“and i appreciate it, but i don’t even know who i would wear or use any of this stuff with.” you told him, honestly. jey bit his lip as he hesitated to respond, the liquor in his system going ‘fuck it’ as he decided to press the issue.

“who do you want to use it with, mama?” his gaze stayed steady on you when he asked. he was leaning back on the couch again, glass back in his hand as he took a long sip of his drink. his tongue slipped through his lips to lick up any extra that was left there. his eyes were hooded, like he was already drunk, but you doubted that was actually the case in this moment.

“i-i’m not dating anyone right now.” you admitted.

“who said you had to be dating them?” his words hung in the air as you looked at each other. you didn’t know what to say to his question as you were suddenly very aware of the possible implications behind it and the tension that was present between you two now. you wondered if he felt it, too.

little did you know, he always felt it. he was just waiting for you to catch on.

“um, do you want a tour of the house?” you stood before he was able to answer. he followed you as you exited the living room area and walked to each room on the main floor. he paused to pick up your food order from the front porch and drop it off in the kitchen before you showed him the basement.

both of you had been sipping your drinks as you walked from room to room, feeling yourself fall more under the influence with each step. you explained to jey what your vision was for each room, and which room would be “his” when he visited. because you knew he’d be over a lot, just like he was when you lived in your two bedroom apartment. he seemed to really love the house, admiring the fixtures and the amount of space in each room.

but the tour didn’t provide a big enough distraction for you. jey’s toast still rang in your head, his heartfelt words working with the liquor in your body to soften you up. and each time you brushed his arm or he gripped your waist to keep you steady, it just added to the heat that was now pooling between your legs. you weren’t sure what had gotten into you, but you were definitely blaming cody’s vodka.

“damn, and you got a king bed now?! that lil queen bed in my room ain’t nothing compared to this. i gotta try it out.” you held up your free hand to jey’s chest, stopping him in his pursuit of your bed. he hadn’t even given you a chance to flip the light on before attempting to hop into it. the soft light of the night sky coming in through the window was the only thing illuminating the room enough for you to see him.

“not with your airplane clothes on. you can try it out later.” you told him. he kissed his teeth, setting his now empty glass on your nightstand before stripping until he was in nothing but his grey briefs. of course they were grey. he walked back to you, leaving minimal space between you as he looked down into your eyes like he always does, holding his arms out slightly at his sides like he was asking for approval.

“this good enough, mama? or i gotta take these off too—“

“that’s fine, jey.” you blurted out, knowing he was drunk enough to actually strip butt naked just to lay in your bed.

he chuckled at your outburst before he climbed into your bed, melting into the mountain of pillows and blankets that you loved to have. it took everything in you not to let your eyes roam over his body when he closed his eyes and couldn’t see you taking in his almost nude frame or the print in his thin briefs.

“you just gonna stand there? or you gonna lay down with me.” he asked, now with hooded eyes open as he stretched out an arm to create a space for you. you downed the rest of your drink before setting the glass next to his on your nightstand and climbing into your bed with him.

he wrapped his arm snug around you, gripping your thigh with his other hand to drape your leg over his waist. your breath hitched and you stiffened at the movement, making him rub your thigh in response, something he’s been known to do to soothe you.

“relax, mama. it’s just me.” his warm breath fanned your face, the scent of vodka and pineapple still lingering on his tongue. cuddling with jey isn’t something that was new to you, but cuddling with a near naked jey definitely was. especially when the alcohol in your system was making you hypersensitive to your senses. the warmth of his touch, scent of his cologne, and breath on your skin was all beginning to be too much. and to make matters worse, you could feel him getting harder by the second under your thigh, making you gasp. and jey definitely took notice.

“aren’t you hungry? don’t you want to go eat?” your attempts to do anything else but be in this bed with him were becoming desperate as the seconds passed.

“in a minute. let’s just lay together for a bit. i missed spending time with you.. did you miss me?” you looked up to see him staring down at you.

“you know i always miss you.” you told him truthfully.

“oh yeah? how much?” he inquired.

“i count down the days until i can see you again.”

“yeah? what you miss about me?” he asked, loving the thought of you thinking of him just as much as he thinks of you when he’s on the road.

“your jokes, your laugh, your company… your touch.”

“you like when i touch you?” you nodded, not trusting your voice in this moment. the hand that was rubbing your thigh traveled up slowly, almost like he was giving you the opportunity to stop him before he got to your ass, giving your left cheek a firm squeeze before he spanked you. something he’s wanted to do since the day he met you.

“jey..” what was meant to be apprehension came out as more of a moan. this only encouraged him to keep going while he had the opportunity. his next move was trailing his hand up your side to cup your jaw before bringing his lips to yours in a gentle but hungry kiss. you let yourself kiss back, granting his tongue’s entry into your mouth. you wanted to feel every part of this moment. every squeeze, every spank, every swirl of your tongues in each others’ mouths. even if you might regret it in the morning.

jey’s hand found its way back to your ass, squeezing it yet again and almost forcing you to moan into his mouth.

“you want me to keep touching you?” his hand was now inching around to the front of your pants, playing with the part of the elastic band that sat just under your belly. he was asking for permission, of course, but that’s not what made the butterflies at the bottom of your belly flutter so hard. it was the fact that he knew you wanted it because you would’ve stopped him a long time ago if you didn’t. he knew you too well to not realize that immediately. he just wanted to hear you say it.

“yes.” your voice was just a whisper but it was all he needed to reach behind the elastic band of your pants and slowly push his hand inside. he found your clit like it was second nature and teasingly rubbed it through the lace of your thong, causing you to let out a whimper that made his dick jump in his briefs. he slid his fingers into your panties, trailing two fingers up your folds to feel just how much he was affecting you. he groaned at your slickness drenching his fingers in mere seconds.

“fuck, baby. you this wet for me? i did that?” he asked. all you could do was nod, opening your legs a bit more in anticipation for what your body was begging him for. it was like he read your mind when he finally went back to your clit, rubbing it in small but firm circles and sending shocks of electricity down your spine. it’s been years since you’ve had anyone’s fingers but your own touching you in such intimate ways. you didn’t remember it feeling quite this good, but that’s probably because this is the first time it’s been jey’s fingers doing it for you.

the liquor had done its job in relaxing your mind so you wouldn’t overthink this moment. you knew it was wrong. or, at least, you knew it felt like it should be wrong. he’s your best friend and he’s always just been your best friend. no matter how attracted you were to him, you didn’t want that dynamic to be ruined. but you couldn’t deny that his touch was setting your body on fire and making you ache for more. he shifted to turn towards you and your body clung to his. you were like putty, shaping into whatever form he wanted you to take. your soft moans and heavy breathing filled the silence in the room as his eyes remained glued to you.

“why you never told me you wanted me to touch you like this? look at you, melting in my fuckin’ hands.” he spoke directly in your ear as his fingers sped up, chasing the build of your orgasm for you. your moans were getting louder the closer you got to the release that you were desperately needing. jey’s dick was hard as a rock just from hearing you make the sounds he’s prayed to hear from your lips for years now.

without warning, he slid his middle finger into your entrance, making you gasp. he damn near growled at how tightly you gripped his finger as it slid in and out of you, realizing that he definitely had to stretch you out if the two of you were going all the way tonight. and he was in no position to turn back unless you asked him to. but you already had no intentions of doing that now. in your mind, you had already crossed the line. so what would stopping do other than make you yearn for his dick even more?

his pace was becoming relentless as he curved two fingers inside of you to hit your g-spot and drive you absolutely crazy under his touch. your back arched as he hit it repeatedly. the overwhelming and almost unfamiliar feeling of pleasure made you grab his forearm to slow his movements. but his speed was steady. he wasn’t going to let up no matter how much you pushed it away. he loved seeing you unravel at his every movement.

“fuck, jey. i-“ you were panting like a dog in heat as you tried to get his attention.

“you what, baby?” his sultry voice was nothing but a distraction as he used his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he finger fucked you. your legs had fully fallen open by now and your nails were clawing his arm. you couldn’t control your moans as they left your mouth and you had no idea when you had closed your eyes, but you peeled them open just to meet jey’s gaze. his look of lust and admiration at the state you were in underneath him being enough to send you over the edge.

“oh fuuuucckk.” you moaned louder than you think you’ve ever moaned as your orgasm hit. you pulsed around jey’s fingers as he slowed down to ride out your high, only removing his fingers to get a taste of you by sucking his fingers clean.

“you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to have you like this.” his admission was accompanied by him pulling your tank top down, making your full breasts spill out. you removed the straps from your arms and allowed the top to bunch around your waist and give him full access to your hardened nipples. he moved so that he was on top of you, his hands gliding up to grab both breasts and knead them like his life depended on it. he took one of your nipples into his mouth without a second thought, sucking and twirling his tongue around it before doing the same to the other one. your fingers were entangled in his curls as he devoured your breasts, treating them like they were his last meal. the moans falling from your lips sounding like praise to his ears.

he removed his mouth from your breast with a loud ‘pop’ and caressed your body, hands traveling down to show love and attention to every part of you. he caressed the parts of you that men in your past would often avoid, whether on purpose or subconsciously, like your round belly and rolls of fat that gathered at your sides. but jey wanted every inch of you to feel loved by his touch. this only made the need to feel him grow more as he sat up to slide your remaining clothing down your legs. he tossed the fabric to the floor once he discarded them, his patience wearing thin. he needed to feel you just as bad.

he pulled his briefs down after stripping you. and once you saw what he was working with, your breath caught in your throat. jey was so much bigger than any other guys you had been with. in length and width he was putting those other men to shame and you were worried that you couldn’t handle it. he chuckled when he saw your expression before moving back between your legs and kissing your forehead.

“relax, mama. i’ll take it slow.” you felt the tip of his dick between your folds, his hips rolling against yours to rub the length of his dick between them as he let out a guttural groan. his lips were back on yours, hungrier than before. his tongue exploring your mouth with no reservation as he continued to roll his hips between your legs. the sensation was almost agonizing as your center clenched, desperately wanting to be filled. you felt him align himself at your entrance and broke the kiss to let out another gasp at the pressure alone.

“jey, i don’t think it-“

“it’ll fit, baby. just relax for me.” he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, making you melt into him all over again. every part of your skin now hypersensitive to his touch and adding to the ecstasy of the moment. “i love you, mama. i would never hurt you. just open up for me, baby.” he said between kisses, sucks, licks, and bites to your neck. he slowly slid his dick into your entrance after, the stretch making you reach for his back to dig your nails into as you let out a borderline scream.

“breathe.” he instructed. and you tried to best to remember to. he took his time pushing every inch into you and giving you time to adjust before he bottomed out. he pulled out to repeat the process, only increasing his pace after he felt you taking him in more comfortably. quickly establishing a rhythm that had you wrapping your legs around his waist and singing his praises in loud moans that were music to his ears.

“oh, fuck jey.” you moaned. “you feel so good.” all remaining reservations that you had about this were out of the window as his hips rocked into yours with purpose. the pleasure of feeling him hit the deepest part of you over and over creating a knot in the pit of your stomach that was begging to burst. you briefly thought of the women he’s had flings with over the years, the ones who couldn’t seem to leave him alone when he wanted nothing to do with them. and especially the ones who couldn’t accept his friendship with you no matter how many times he said y’all were platonic. is this the dick he was giving them the whole time? now you finally understood what drove them all to madness.

“you gripping me like this pussy mine, baby. it’s mine? you mine?” he said through strained breaths, fighting the urge to let go too soon. you felt even better than he had imagined in his fantasies. you were tighter, wetter, softer, and your moans were more intoxicating. if he let himself fall under your spell too hard he knew he would bust early and ruin the moment.

“fuck, i-it’s yours. it’s y-yours. i’m yours, jey.” your response almost sent him over the edge, making him sit up and place his hands on the back of your thighs, bringing your knees to the sides your chest. he stretched you so wide that the new angle had you seeing stars rolling your eyes to the back of your head. he rolled his hips into yours so sloppily you could feel that his release was near and so was yours. the knot in your stomach wound tighter and tighter until you screamed his name at the burst, your pussy fluttering around his dick until he was emptying inside you. the sensation of his dick throbbing and pumping his fluids inside you only making the aftershock of your orgasm better.

he slowly slid out of you, hissing at the heightened sensitivity of his dick before laying beside you and pulling you close to him as you both caught your breath. you were spent, dazed and on a high from the way jey made you feel, but still completely ready for wherever this new experience would take you. cause there was no way in hell that it was ending here. not if you had anything to say about it.

“i could use that chinese food right about now.” he said into the stillness of the room, you both sharing a laugh as you laid there in the dark. in a split second you were back to the warmth and familiarity of your connection. and as you explored whatever you were now, you hoped that would remain.

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Anniversary Blues -Jey Uso x Black OC! ~ Part One

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Sienna Fatu stood in her bathroom in front of the mirror as she finished putting the finishing touches on her makeup for the night. Tonight was her 1st wedding anniversary. 

One year. Twelve months that felt both impossibly short and achingly full. And tonight, for the first time in weeks, her husband was coming home. His plane had just landed an hour ago.  He should be arriving soon, and they would be out the door on their way to dinner. 

She smoothed her hands down the soft fabric of her dress, nerves fluttering in her chest despite herself. It wasn’t like it was their first date. But it was the first time in nearly two weeks she’d see him face to face. No grainy video calls. No rushed goodnights with time zones between them. Just him. Here. With her.

Their dog, a black Doberman named Rocco, began to bark, signaling that someone was approaching the driveway. Sienna smiled and hurried down the steps to greet her man. 

Josh walked through the front door, eyes widened at the sight of his wife standing at the bottom of the steps. 

“Damn baby, you look good as fuck.” he said, dropping his bag and striding toward her.

Sienna smiled, feeling the butterflies stir again, until she noticed the way he looked at her. Like he was surprised. Admiring, yes, but… confused?

“Why are you looking at me like that? I have something on my face?” 

“Nah,” Josh said, shaking his head. His eyes still roaming over her body. “You just real dressed up today.” 

Sienna felt her heart drop to her stomach. He forgot. 

Sienna said nothing as she watched him kick his shoes off and walk into the living room. He plopped down on the couch and turned the TV, aimlessly flipping through channels while Sienna stood in the archway, still in her dress and heels. 

“You good, baby?” He asked, dropping the remote and looking over at her. 

Sienna nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She muttered, her voice shaky as she tried not to cry. “I’m actually not feeling too good right now. Imma’  go lie down.” She scurried off back up the steps, her hand over her mouth as she tried to keep her sobs quiet. 

Josh watched her rush away. He let out a deep sigh, thinking his wife was just having one of her mood swings.  He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opened his Twitter, going through some notifications until one caught his eye. 

@JeyUso_Day1ish: Happy Anniversary to my favorite couple! ❤️🔥@wweusos @siennajay_

Attached was an almost 1-minute-long fan edit featuring some of their cutest moments from his YouTube Vlogs with WWE and from Sienna's YouTube channel. 

All of the blood left Josh’s face, his mouth going dry as he opened up his calendar and looked at the date. The bold words staring him in the face, taunting him. 

July 18th, 2025 -ONE YEAR w/ my baby. 

Josh felt like shit. He was, in fact, the worst husband in the world right now. He opened up his message app and sent a quick text to his brothers. 

 Fatu Squad:  Hothead Josh: yo, yall ever forget yall anniversary ???? Clown Ass Jon: I look stupid to u?  Hothead Josh: 😕 Baby Yoko: nah I ain’t dumb bro. Got that shit on every calendar in my possession.  Non Wrestlin Ass: oo u fucked up 🤣 Hothead Josh: so what I do? Non Wrestlin Ass: apologize dummy.  Hothead Josh: man obviously ! what else?! Baby Yoko: flowers!  Clown Ass Jon: Trin said to get on yo damn knees and beg for forgiveness  Clown Ass Jon: Sienna’s next video gon be: Pack With Me: Leaving My Clown Husband 💀💀💀 Non Wrestlin Ass: Self-Care Vlog  Before Signing My  Divorce Papers Hothead Josh: ain’t shit funny.  Hothead Josh: she gon divorce my ass  Baby Yoko: fo’sho

Josh rolled his eyes and threw his phone down on the cushion next to him. He’d forgotten.

He’d actually forgotten.

Josh stood up, pacing the floor with his hands on his head. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, stopping in front of the stairs. He looked up like they were Mount Everest, knowing what waited at the top was worse than any match he’d ever been in.

Josh climbed the stairs, slower than any other time before. His heart was pounding as he turned the knob to their bedroom door. 

“Fuck” he muttered as he took a good look around the room. Sienna had gone all out. Rose petals were scattered across the bed in a perfect heart, and on the nightstand sat a bottle of wine and two glasses, untouched. There was even a small, velvet jewelry box resting next to a handwritten note with his name on it.

Josh felt like someone had punched him in the chest.

He looked up as the bathroom door opened, and they made eye contact. Sienna froze as she looked at him; her eyes were filled with sadness and disappointment. Josh stood and opened his mouth to apologize, but she brushed past him and walked into their shared closet. 

“Si,” Josh breathed out. As he followed her into the closet. He stood there for a bit, watching her as she dressed in one of his old T-shirts and a pair of shorts.  “I know you’re mad-“ he stared, but she spun around and looked at him. 

“I’m not mad,” she said, “ I’m hurt and disappointed.” She shook her head as she stared at him.  “It may not be a big deal to you, Joshua, but tonight meant everything to me.” 

She wasn’t yelling. She didn’t need to. Her disappointment filled the space louder than any shout could.

“I’m tired of being an afterthought to you. I know you're busy and getting opportunities you never thought you would get, but” She sighed and took a deep breath. “I don’t wanna compete with your career. I know what I signed up for. But I didn’t sign up to be invisible in my own marriage.”

Her voice cracked, and Josh felt his heart shatter in his chest. 

 “I fucked up, I know that Si,” he said. “But you always on my mind, baby. You ain’t never been invisible. My mind has been so scrambled and I just-“ 

“You made me feel stupid,” she cut him off.  “Here I was excited about today, and you didn’t even remember. And the most fucked up thing is you walked in and saw me, you saw me all dressed up and still didn’t think twice.”

 “Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, taking a tentative step toward her. “I know I’ve been distant lately and haven’t been the best husband. I don’t want to make excuses, but my head’s been all over the place. That’s on me, not you.”

Sienna shook her head. “I can’t keep feeling like an afterthought. You barely call or text, and when you do, it’s so dry, it makes me feel like I’m bothering you. It feels like you don’t wanna be here in this marriage with me.” 

“Don’t say that shit, Sienna. Of course I wanna be here with you.” Josh said quickly, his voice cracking with desperation as he took another step toward her. “You know I love you. I just fucked up and imma’  do whatever it takes to make it up to you.” 

Sienna stared at him, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m on the back burner when it comes to your career. I haven’t been your priority in a long time 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face as he looked at her. “Si, baby. You always my number one priority. That ring, this ring,” he started, holding up his left hand. “Means you my priority. I know I forgot, but that don’t mean-“ 

“Oh, you mean the ring you barely wear?” She scoffed, and Josh froze.  “The meet and greets, the interviews, you never wear it.” 

“What, you didn’t think I noticed?” She asked after seeing his shocked expression. “How could I not notice when I got a million girls in my DMs asking how I fumbled you?” She rolled her eyes. “I give you grace because of your schedule, but I shouldn’t have to.” Sienna stopped herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.  She could feel herself getting angry with him, and she didn’t feel like having a screaming match tonight. 

She sighed as she walked past him. “I can’t sleep in here tonight.” She said as she grabbed two pillows off the bed, causing the rose petals to scatter and fall on the floor.

Josh followed behind her closely. “Baby please don’t go. Come on, yell at me, throw something at my dumb ass, I don’t care. Just don’t walk away from me”

Sienna scoffed. “You don’t get it Josh.”

“So make me get it Sienna. Just tell me what I need to do to make this right.”

Sienna quickly wiped away the tears that started to flow down her cheeks. “You need to give me space.” She looked him dead in his eyes. “You say I’m your number one priority, but I need to see that. I need to feel that. And until then…” she gave a small shake of her head. “I can’t keep loving you at full volume while you keep whispering back.”

Josh stood there frozen, he watched helplessly as his wife walked away from him. As the soft click of the guest room door echoed down the hall, Josh realized something that shook him to his core.

She wasn’t leaving to hurt him.

She was leaving to protect herself.

And for the first time, he wasn’t sure if he deserved to be let back in.

Authors Note: well I’ve been meaning to post this all damn week but life been whooping my ass sooooo. I hope y’all like it. This is our first introduction to Josh and Sienna, a new couple that will be the center of the next couple of one shots ☺️❤️

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Always loved you - Jey uso

Pairing: Jey x Aria

Warning: smut 18+, some real nasty shit🌚

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Aria sang along to rise by Solange that was playing through out her car, trying to push the nervous feeling that was bubbling in her stomach. She sighed as she got another text from Trinity.

Trin: I swear Aria your ass better come it’s not gonna be the same if you ain’t here boo:(

Swiping the text away she pulled up to the familiar large house seeing multiple cars in the drive way and on the street.

Finding a spot she parked her car taking a deep breath. She wasn’t ready to see him. After ignoring him for over 2 weeks she didn’t know how his reaction was gonna be. She ignored his calls, messages, emails, and the multiple flowers and cards he wrote her.

Aria was thinking if she should start the car back up and drive away. But she couldn’t miss the get together she was basically family to the Fatu’s, her family and their family basically grew up with each other.

"Fuck it" grabbing her purse she got out the car smoothing down her yellow set that she was wearing and fluffed up her curls. Walking towards the house she went towards the back hearing laughter and music.

"AYYYYEE SIS" looking over she saw Jon coming towards her giving her a big hug. Laughing lightly she hugged him back. "Hey brothaa"

"Jon move stop hogging her" Trin pushed her husband giving her bestie a hug. "Heyy boo I’m glad you came" pulling away Aria sighed. "Yeah couldn’t miss it or the whole family would be on my ass" Trin and Jon nodding their head in agreement.

"Sooooooo, you gonna tell us why you’ve been ignoring my brother?" Trin quickly slapped her husbands arm. "Babe!"

"It’s fine girl, ima go say hi to everyone else" Aria spoke leaving Trinity to scold Jon.

After greeting everyone Aria was now sitting at the table wondering where Josh was. Feeling something scratch her leg she saw Josh’s dog pongo trying to jump on her lap. "Aww yes yes hi baby. I missed you too" picking him up she got up walking him around as if he was a child.

Feeling eyes on her she looked towards the grill seeing Josh staring at her. He was wearing a tight black fitted tee shirt with matching black shorts, his two gold chains on. The same ones that would dangle in her face every time he fucked her in missionary. Seeing how good he looked turned her on. 

Josh taking in Arias appearance got his dick hard. The yellow set she wore went perfectly with her brown glowy skin along with her gold bracelets and necklaces she was wearing. She also had her natural curly hair out which he loved. She looked perfect, But he was still pissed off at her. Giving her one last glance he went back to flipping the meat that was on the BBQ grill.

Needing a moment Aria put Pongo down making him whine before grabbing her purse going into the house. Going into the washroom she took a few deep breaths, As a loud knocking interrupted her. "It’s occupied" the person knocked again louder making her frown. "Excuse me I said it’s occupied" they knocked again pissing her off. Going to the door she unlocked it yanking it open.

" I said it’s occupi-" she was cut of by Josh who gently but firmly grabbed her throat pushing her against the door as it harshly shut.

Letting go of her neck he stepped back crossing his arms leaning against the wall across from her. "Why you been ignoring me?"

"J-Josh I’ve just been super bus-" Josh put his hand up shutting Aria up. "You really gonna stand here and say that shitty ass lie?"

"I’m not lying, I told u I’ve been bu-" Josh threw his arms up getting frustrated. "Stop fucking lying to me! You ignored me for weeks, after everything? Seriously Ria? Did me confessing my feelings for you really push you away that much. Do you really not wanna be with me that bad that it made you run away and ignore me?

Hearing the emotion in Josh’s voice and how his voice cracked at the end of his sentence made Arias eyes burn with tears. She felt guilty at the fact she made him feel this way knowing she felt the same. She was just scared.

"I-I’m sorry" letting her tears fall she quickly wiped them. "Your sorry. That’s it? We’ve been fucking for months you were fine with that. Aria I told you I’m in love with you and you said you were in the love with me too. Then you just. Left... Do you know how much that hurt?" Walking forward her took her hands in his feeling her relax in his touch.

"I-I know I’m just scared Josh" whispering she met his eyes as he looked down at her slightly confused. "Scared of what baby? You know I got you." Kissing her knuckles he lightly rubbed his thumb against them. "What if we don’t work out? I don’t want to lose even as a friend and I don’t wanna get hurt again"

Josh sighed at her words he knew Aria had bad commitment issues especially after her last relationship, her dumbass ex fiancé Darren cheated on her with her co-worker.

Josh took a deep breath, his heart racing as he looked into Aria's eyes. "Ria, I need you to hear me. I’m in love with you. I’ve watched you go through so much pain, and it breaks my heart. That dumbass didn’t deserve you, and I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt like that again. I promise, I will never treat you bad. I’ll cherish you and love you the way you deserve. You mean everything to me, and I want to be the one who makes you smile. Just let me in so I can fully love you baby."

Aria’s eyes burned with her tears as she let out a soft sob. She felt upset for pushing him away without saying anything and the fact that he was the one here trying to fix it made her feel guilty but also happy. Wrapping her arms around his neck she buried her face into his chest "I’m sorry Josh you mean everything to me too and I wanna try with you. You make me feel safe and secure. I love you too"

hearing those words come from her mouth made Josh crack a huge smile. Leaning down he kissed her lips softly gripping her hips pulling her closer into him.

Pulling away both of them were breathless. Their eyes locked again as Aria leaned in capturing her lips with Josh’s as he gladly accepted it. His right hand made it down to her round soft ass squeezing it making Aria let out a low moan. The kiss getting more hungry by the second Josh walked forward until Ria‘s back hit the bathroom door.

Pulling back Josh pecked her lips trailing slow kisses down towards her neck. Finding her sweet spot he placed a open mouth kiss on her neck gently biting it. Using his right foot he nudged Arias legs open a bit placing his knee in between her legs. Pushing his knee up he applied pressure on her pussy.

Moaning, Aria slowly started grinding herself on his leg as he continued to kiss all over her neck.

Grabbing the front of her yellow tank top he yanked it down causing her boobs to spill out since she wasn’t wearing a bra. "Fuck baby I missed your titties so much" placing a few pecks on them Josh put his face between them while jiggling them with his hands motor boating her.

Aria let out a loud laugh at the action trying to push his head away, feeling his ticklish beard. Josh took Ria’s left nipple in his mouth slowly sucking on it. "Mhmm fuck Josh" his warm wet mouth on her tit mixed with the pleasure she felt from grinding on his thigh felt so good.

He switched nipples giving love to the right before kissing all the way down her stomach kneeling on the ground. Grabbing the waist band of her pants he looked up at Aria who was looking down at him. Silently asking for permission she nodded her head making him pull down her pants along with her black seamless panties all the way down to her ankles making her step out of them.

He put her left leg over his shoulder along with her right and quickly stood up. Aria let out a squeal/scream hugging Josh’s head.

"Put me down I’m gonna fall!" Josh laughed at her being scared, it being muffled from how hard Ria’s thighs were hugging his head.

Placing her on the bathroom counter he grabbed her thick thighs pushing her legs back so her knees were close to her head. Leaning down Josh slowly licked her pussyhole that was already leaking with her creamy juices all the way up to her clit before sucking it into his mouth nice and slow. "Yessuuuhh fuck daddy suck that pussy"

Grabbing the back of Josh’s mullet Aria tightly gripped his hair grinding against his face taking slight control. "Stick your tongue in it daddy" Josh smiled widely showing off his gold grillz before putting his tongue back in her. Sitting up a bit Ria thrusted her hips forward grinding and humping against his face, making her moan out.

Taking control again Josh took his tongue out placing his mouth back on her clit sucking on it before putting two fingers in her thrusting them in and out of her slowly. Looking up He saw Arias face twisted up in pleasure as she cried out. "Look at me Ria" when she didn’t he sped up the fingering making her scoot up and moan. "I said look at me. Look at how daddy’s making you feel"

Looking down at the beautiful sight, she saw her man sucking and licking on her clit like he was starving as her pussy juices were all over his mouth and beard, some of it running down his neck onto his chains and staining his back shirt. His whole hand that he was fingering her with was glistening in her juices. "Who got your pussy wet like dis? Mhmm?" Working his fingers faster in her he smiled when he realized he started to hit perfectly against her spot.

Opening her mouth Aria tried to respond but nothing came out as she felt her orgasm about to come hard and fast making her legs shake. "Yo ass better respond before I stop Ria"

"You! You! Only you do Josh only u can get me like this, fuck I’m cumming I’m cumming" Arias words were slurred as she choked on a sob. "That’s right mama cum in my mouth. You gonna feed yo man baby?"

"Fuck yes!" Ria yelled out as her toes curled.

"Yeah? Go on then. Cum"

On command she came, her juices coming out of her landing square in Josh face and chest soaking his shirt. Standing up he licked his fingers clean smirking at his girl "Mhmm, come give me a kiss so u can taste how good u are mama"

lazily she smiled leaning up to kiss him. Their tongues clashed as they kissed each other sloppy. Giving her one last nasty kiss Josh pulled away grabbing Aria making her stand up on her shaky legs.

"Bend that ass over for me" obeying she leaned on her elbows making sure to put an arch in her back.

"Like this?" Her playful whisper seductive whisper went straight to Josh’s dick. "Just like that baby, just like that". Aria bit her lip looking through the mirror seeing him take off his shirt along with his shorts. She felt herself getting wetter at how his chains were looking against his tatted chest. His hard thick dick was standing tall, as some of his Pre cum was smeared at the head of his dick making her salivate. It was so pretty.

Reaching her right hand between her thighs she started rubbing slowly on her pussy watching Josh who purposely took his sweet time watching her. "Please Josh hurry up I need you in me"

"Be patient. Mhmm baby this ass so fat" slapping her right cheek he gripped it smacking it again. Aria hissed and moaned at the harsh spanks he was giving her.

Grabbing the base of his dick he tapped her clit with his tip. Guiding it to her hole he pushed in just a little bit making them both moan out. He thrusted into her quickly making Aria let out a loud gasp from the sudden feeling of his girthy dick inside her making her feel full. Josh groaned feeling her warm wet walls wrap around him tightly making him jolt forward pressing his chest against her back putting his face in her neck kissing it lightly.

Slowly pulling back leaving his tip in her thrusted into her again before giving her slow deep strokes Josh’s hand wrapped around Arias throat making her whimper. "Fuck daddy u feel so good in me"

arias left hand gripped the Counter so hard her knuckles began to turn white. Josh put his left hand on top of hers intertwining them before putting it behind her back. Doing the same with the right he gripped both her wrist in his left hand.

Once they were secured in his hand he began to speed up his strokes fucking Aria harder. "Yessss yess yess fuck me, fuck me"

"Yeah you like the way Im fuckin you. Huh? You like the way I slut you out mama" seeing that Arias head was down he used his free hand to grip her curls yanking her head back so she could see how he was fucking her through the mirror.

Josh leaned down a bit to whisper in her ear making eye contact with her in the mirror "Look at you getting fucked out. You nasty bitch you like getting dug out knowing we could get caught, does that make your pussy wet?" Aria whined out her eyes rolling back at his nasty words as his thrusts got harsher.

"You ain’t gotta tell me mama I can tell by the way you drippin on my shit" giving her ass three hard spanks he let go of her wrists. "Throw dat ass back baby show me how much you missed your dick"

Putting her hands on the counter Aria started to throw it back on his dick matching his thrusts making clapping and wet sounds fill the air.

Aria felt her lower stomach tighten, the feeling of her orgasm approaching. She let out a whimper when Josh pulled out of her, before she could even question he turned her around lifting her on the counter. "I need to see your face when i nut deep inside you" he captured her lips in a slow passionate kiss as he slowly entered back in her.

Pulling away from her lips he leaned down spitting on dick as he continued to thrust inside Arias pussy. "Spit on it" making eye contact with him she sat up a bit spitting at where they were connected.

Josh started thrusting in Aria at a super fast pace pushing them both closer to their orgasm. Using his right hand he played with her clit making her scream out as her orgasm washed over her, squirting all over his dick.

"Fuck Ria" Josh thrusting slowed down as he nutted, his face in her neck one arm tightly around her waist as the other was gripping her ass cheek.

They both were breathing heavily as they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. "Shit that was intense" Josh lightly laughed in her neck before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I know. Nigga you almost yanked my hair out my head" Aria said playing with Josh’s chains.

"Yeah you probably gonna be balding soon"

Aria smacked his chest letting out a giggle. "You play too damn much"

Laughing Josh gave her another kiss "let’s go get cleaned up real quick" he picked her up placing her over his shoulder making her squeal as her took them to the shower.

After showering Aria was dressed in one of Josh’s grey sweatpants and a white long sleeve v neck that she left here. Josh was also wearing grey sweats and a short sleeve white T-shirt that clung tightly against his body.

"You don’t think their gonna question why we’ve been gone for 2 hours right?" Aria bit her lip a little nervous.

"Nah nah we will just say we made up and you my girl now" opening the sliding door they both stepped outside.

"Um sir you haven’t even asked me to officially be your girlfriend"

"Ima do it special when I officially ask you, but as of right now you still my girl. But you already knew that" he said pecking her lips making her smile

They both walked up to the bonfire that was lit up as some of Josh’s family was roasting marshmallows. Sitting down on a chair Josh pulled Aria onto his lap placing a blanket over them.

"Oh my goodddd my favs is back together" Trinity spoke out loud smiling big. Aria nodded her head blushing as Josh kissed her cheek.

"Oh y’all finally done fuckin?" Zilla asked his mouth full as he ate a burger.

It went silent for a few seconds before everyone bursted out laughing. "Man…shut yo ass up" Josh said trying to hide his smile.

Finally wrote something when I couldn’t sleep and was ovulating…lol

Also I’m gonna make a 🏷 taglist so if you want to be added in it Just comment "add me"

Requests are open🫶🏽

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The Suite Life

Jey Uso One-shot

Pairing: Jey Uso X OC (Sheena)

Warning: Smut, fingering, Oral, Window sex, blojob, pool table sex and more..

Sheena works for the WWE as a photographer and her boyfriend Jey Uso has just won the world title. While they have been secretive about their relationship, Jey makes his intentions clear for the night. Her. Him...His suite and he doesn't care who knows it.

WrestleMania 41

Allegiant Stadium

"Hey, Sheena," Jey said, his voice barely above a whisper, "Can you believe this?" Jey asked holding up his newly won World Heavyweight Championship.

Her eyes, a warm chocolate brown, met his, and she offered a shy congratulations.  “I believe it because I know how hard you work, and you deserve it.”

The weight of their shared secret was palpable, the unspoken words of love and pride hanging in the air. She began to snap away, capturing the raw emotion of his victory. Each click of the camera was a silent promise that this was their moment, even if the world didn't know it yet.

Their connection was magnetic, drawing them closer with every passing second. But before they could share more than a knowing smile, the director's voice boomed over the speakers, summoning Jey for the post-match interviews. He looked at her, his heart heavy with the knowledge that their private victory celebration would have to wait.

He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Tonight, I want to celebrate with just you." Sheena felt a blush spread across her cheeks, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her smile.

She knew what he meant, and the thought of spending an uninterrupted night with him sent a thrill through her. She looked up, meeting his gaze, and said, "Maybe."

The word was barely out of her mouth before he pulled her closer, his voice a low growl. "Damn what everyone else thinks," he murmured, "I need you wit me." His intensity was like a storm, unyielding and all-consuming. Sheena's heart skipped a beat, but she knew the price of fame was high, and their relationship was too precious to be a public spectacle.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded, and Jey leaned in to kiss her, a brief but fiery promise of what was to come. Before their lips could meet, a firm hand on his shoulder tugged him away.  Damn, things were really about to get more chaotic now than they were already.

After cleaning up, Sheena made her way to the bus, her thoughts a jumble of excitement and nerves. As she found a quiet spot at the back, she pulled out her phone to distract herself, hoping the buzz of the celebrations would drown out the racing thoughts in her head.

A few aisles up, Jey couldn't tear his eyes away from his phone. Trin had sent him a video she had taken earlier. His heart raced at the sight of Sheena, so alive and vibrant, surrounded by his friends and family cheering him on. Seeing her like this, unfiltered and carefree, made him realize just how much he loved her.

He couldn't take it anymore, the secrecy and stolen moments. With a grunt, he shoved the phone into his pocket and made his way down the aisle of the bustling bus. Sheena sat in the back, swaddled in a blanket, her eyes glued to the passing scenery.

As he approached, she looked up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Jey," she whispered, a hint of excitement in her voice. He didn't answer, instead sliding into the seat beside her and wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him, her body fitting against his. The warmth of his embrace was all she needed to feel safe, but the tension between them was undeniable.

The bus vibrated with the bass from the music playing upfront, muffling their conversation. "You looked amazing out there," she said, her voice barely above the din. "Thanks," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

They sat in silence for a while, the bus's movement lulling them into a sense of privacy amidst the chaos. Jey's thumb traced circles on her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine.

The anticipation was a live wire between them, a silent promise of what was to come. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, and whispered, "I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up in da mornin’."

Her pulse quickened at his words. She knew what he meant, and she wanted it too. But the fear of what could happen if their relationship went public was a weight on her heart. She leaned back into him, her eyes fluttering shut as she took a deep breath. "Jey," she whispered, "we can't. You know why."

He sighed, his frustration evident. He was single, his ex-wife and him had quietly divorced last year but it wasn’t the world’s business. Sheena had been a constant bright light in his life for years as a friend and six months ago they decided to quietly test the waters. Privacy meant the world to her and to Jey. He didn’t want any more backlash like the Jaida situation.

 But he knew she was right. For now, they had to keep their love hidden from the prying eyes of the world until the time was right…Thing was Jey felt like the time was right, but he wasn't going to pressure Sheena about it.

 With a gentle squeeze of her shoulder, he nodded, his eyes full of understanding. "I know," he murmured, kissing her forehead softly. "But tonight, you’re mine."

Her eyes searched his, and she found the same desperation reflected in their depths. Six months of yearning had built a pressure between them, threatening to spill over like a dam about to burst. Sheena bit her lip, weighing the risks against the reward.

The bus was dark, the music from the front a dull throb that didn't quite reach them. The shadows danced around them, offering a semblance of privacy amidst the chaos.

With a nod, she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Okay," she whispered, "I'll stay with you tonight." Jey felt the tension in his body uncoil at her words. He slid his hand up her thigh, brushing his fingertips against the fabric of her skirt. “Thank you, baby.”

 Sheena's breath hitched, as she looked around nervously. “They ain't payin' us no attention, Sheena,” he whispered as his hand moved under her shirt, his calloused thumb tracing circles around her breast. Sheena's eyes fluttered closed, her mouth parting in a silent gasp. He took her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling gently as his other hand slipped under her skirt. "I can't wait."

The bus jolted over a pothole, and she let out a small moan that was drowned out by the music. “What if someone hears?”

“Good….They’ll know you’re mine.” With that declaration, Jey's hand found her wetness, and she tensed, her thighs quivering. “Uhm, Jey,” she gasps as he slid a finger inside her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Sheena's grip on the armrest tightened, her nails digging into the plush fabric. "Call me Joshua," he murmured, his voice a dark caress.

Her eyes snapped open, and she looked at him, the intensity of their shared secret burning in her gaze. "Joshua," she breathed, and his name on her lips sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He picked up the pace, his finger curling inside her as she squirmed in her seat. The darkness of the bus swallowed them, their private moment of celebration unbeknownst to the rest of their coworkers and friends.

The world outside the bus faded away, and all that mattered was the feel of her skin under his touch. Sheena's breathing grew ragged, her moans muffled by her hand.

Jey watched her face, his own desire a mirror to hers. The sight of her pleasure was his undoing, and he whispered, "You're going to come for me now, baby."

Her eyes rolled back, and she bit her lip to stifle a scream. Her body convulsed around his finger, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. "Joshua," she moaned, her voice hoarse.

He groaned, his own need now painfully apparent. "Good girl," he murmured, kissing her neck. "I can't wait to feel that around my dick." Sheena's cheeks burned with arousal and embarrassment at his words. But she couldn't deny the ache between her legs, the desperate need for more.

The bus pulled into the hotel parking lot, and the reality of their situation crashed down upon them. They had to be careful, had to keep their love a secret. But for tonight, in the quiet of a hotel room, they could be free.

Jey helped her up, his hand lingering on her waist. They made their way through the partying wrestlers, their eyes locked. They stepped onto the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Jey pushed Sheena against the wall, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was desperate and hungry. His hands roamed over her curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Sheena's own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart as she melted into his embrace.

The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. They reluctantly parted, passing a couple in the hall trying to act normally. The urgency in their kisses resumed as Jey unlocked the door pulling her inside, their bodies pressed together, their breathing ragged.

The multi room suite, beautiful and spacious. The king-sized bed beckoning them from the next room, but Jey had other ideas. He led her to the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of the city glittering below them like a million stars. “It’s so pretty,” Sheena gasped has Jey kissed her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

"Not as pretty as you. I swear since I been here," he murmured, "You all I been thinkin’ bout,” he whispered placing her hands on the glass.

“Yea?”

“Yea…. Making love to you against this window, the city lights shinin’ bright, all dat shit. Got ya’ boy feelin’ all romantic n shit. Thinkin’ bout how I’mma make love and fuck you all over this fuckin’ suite," He whispered against her ear, masterfully removing her shirt and bra as Sheena blushed.

Her body facing the window, her trembling hands reached back and traced the outline of his erection, her own insecurities whispering in the back of her mind. But as she felt his clothed hard dick pressing against her, she knew he wasn't lying. “Yea, touch it…Feel what you do to me..Only you get me like this.”

She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection of the window. "Do you mean it?" she asked, her voice a breathless whisper. Jey's eyes blazed with sincerity as he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Baby, when I say I want you, I mean all of you." His voice was gruff with desire, his hand sliding around to cup her ample breast. Sheena's breath hitched at his words, the warmth of his palm sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

In the glass, their reflection was a passion personified. Jey's muscular form loomed over her, his hands exploring her curves in appreciation. Sheena couldn't help but feel beautiful, the way his eyes devoured her as if she were the only woman in the world.

The moan that escaped from her lips was raw and unfiltered, a testament to the depth of her desire. His hand slipped down to her thighs, teasing her through the damp lace fabric covering her aching pussy.

 "Don’t you feel that?" he asked, his voice growling low as Sheena arched her back, her ass rubbing up against his dick. Sheena nodded, her eyes never leaving the reflection of their entwined bodies.

“Mmm, it’s so hard.”

"It's all for you, baby. All because of you."

“All for me,” she repeated taking in the moment of them about to consummate their relationship as Jey caressed her stomach.

Sheena’s hand hovered over his, the urge to pull it away almost overwhelming. She had always been self-conscious about her belly, and her thighs. "Jey," she started, her voice shaky as she looked back at him. "I don't know if..."

He silenced her with a kiss, his hand still exploring the sensitive skin. "You're perfect," he murmured against her lips, "Every single inch."

His thumb brushed her clit, and she gasped. "Don't hide from me," he whispered, his voice full of longing. "I want all of you….Love all of you..Now move dem hands and put’em back where I had’em."

His declaration and demand setting Sheena on fire and with trembling hands, she placed her palms back against the cool glass. The city lights twinkled around them, a stark contrast to the heat building between her thighs. He stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he unbuckled his belt.

 The sound echoed through the suite, and she felt a thrill of excitement. Sheena had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so wanted.

"Open for me," Jey said, his voice a velvet command. Sheena's legs parted like the red sea, her heart hammering in her chest. He watched her in the mirror, her eyes wide with want, as he peeled off his shirt.

The muscles of his chest and arms flexed a sculpted masterpiece of dedication and passion. "Do you want me, as bad as I want you, Sheena?" he murmured, his voice a dark promise.

Her response was a throaty moan, her eyes locked on his. He took a step closer and shivered with anticipation. "Yes, so bad," she breathed, the word a soft sigh that seemed to fill the room. His hands slid to his pants, the button popping open with a satisfying click as Sheena blushed. "Keep watchin' baby, all this is yours," he whispered.

“It's all mine,” Sheena whispered in awe, her heat racing as he smirked. "All yours and don’t forget dat shit."

The anticipation thick and heavy as his dick sprang free, thick and proud, and she couldn't help but stare. The veins bulged and pulsed with his desire, and she felt a thrill of trepidation mingle with her lust.

He caught her gaze in the reflection, noticing the worry in her eyes. "Don't be scared," he said softly, his hand wrapping around his dick. "You can take it."

He stroked himself gently, showing her the size of his arousal. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. Sheena nodded, she knew that with him, she was safe. "I trust you."

Pleased with her answer, Jey stepped out of his pants, his eyes never leaving hers in the window. "I'mma make you feel so good," he assured her, his voice thick with promise. "I'mma talk you through it..I'll always talk you through it, baby." His thumb circled the head of his cock, a bead of precum glistening in the soft light.

The sight of him, so confident and in control, sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes, please talk me through it," she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

He stepped closer, his warm breath ghosting over her neck as his hands found her hips, guiding her closer to the glass. She felt his excitement pressing against her, and she couldn't help but let out a needy whine.

"Look at us," he murmured, his hands moving to her breasts. He watched her in the reflection of the glass window, his eyes dark with lust. Sheena's breath fogged the glass as she leaned back, her palms flat against the cool surface as Jey sank to his knees.

His hands sliding her skirt and panties down, revealing her glistening wetness. He groaned, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Waited so long for this," he said, his voice thick with desire.  

“Sorry, I made you wait so long.” Sheena's legs trembled, as she hovered over his mouth.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Jey leaned in, his breath hot against her thigh. "Can I taste you?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked up at her. Sheena nodded, unable to form coherent words.

"Say it..Say I can taste you," he demanded, his hand slipping between her thighs. Sheena's voice a shaky whisper. "Yes, please."

With a grin, he kissed her inner thigh once again, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Sheena's knees buckled, and she braced herself against the window. “Yea…Keep’em right there fo’me.”

He kissed his way up, closer to her center, his tongue tracing a path that made her quiver. She watched as he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "You know this my pussy now, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low purr.

Sheena nodded frantically, her breath hitching as he finally made contact with her clit. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, teasing and taunting until she was panting for more.

"Oou shit," she whimpered, her voice a mix of pleasure and praise "Keep going, baby."

Jey's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he complied, his tongue delving deeper into her folds. Sheena's hips rolled, her body moving instinctively with the rhythm he set. “Mmhm, just like that.”

 The sound of his mouth working her, the wet, sloppy noises of his tongue against her flesh, filled the room and sent her spiraling closer to the edge.

"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm began to build. "Jey, don’t stop."

Her words spurred him on, his movements growing more fervent. He slid two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out as he sucked on her clit. Sheena's thighs quivered, and she gripped the windowsill tightly, her feet digging into the plush carpet beneath her.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as she came. She felt the warm rush of her juices spill onto his face, his mouth and nose buried in her pussy. He groaned, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through her. He held her in place, licking and sucking until the tremors subsided.

When she looked down, her eyes widened in amazement, as he swallowed her essence. “Mm, I knew you’d taste sweet,” he murmured standing, his dick throbbing with need. Jey grabbed Sheena by the hair, pulling her head back, and claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss.

Sheena could taste herself on his lips, a heady mix of salt and sweetness. His tongue danced with hers, a silent declaration of ownership. She moaned into his mouth, her body already craving more.

"You taste so good, baby," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I can't wait to be inside you."  Sheena's heart raced as she saw the raw desire in his gaze.

 "I want you to watch me take you," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. "I want you to see how much I love you." he rasped.

Her knees felt weak as she felt the coldness of the pane, a stark contrast to the heat of his body against hers. His hand wrapped around her neck, not tight enough to choke but just enough to make her feel his power, his dominance.

With a gentle nudge, he positioned his dick at her entrance, her juices already coating him. "You ready for me?" he growled. Sheena nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “Mmm, yes..I need it."

"Fuck you look so pretty, the world bout to know you mine. I'm tired of hidin' what we are to each other."

"Tired of hiding," Sheena gasped as Jey entered her slowly, his cock stretching her pussy inch by inch. She gasped, He felt like heaven, so big, so hard. “I'mma tell the world they can't have you,” Jey groaned.

“The world,” she cried out as he slipped deeper inside her.

"The whole world, baby...Now take dis dick….It's all just for you," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr.

"Mmm, I'mma take it for my champ," Sheena whined licking her lips as her word ignited something feral in Jey.

"Yea...Take it for your champ baby...I'm all yours."

Sheena cried out scratching at the window as Jey kissed her neck. "Look up baby,” he whispered his kisses moving to her ear as their eyes meet through the reflection of the glass, the city lights casting a beautiful background. "I got you, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I know,” she whispered relaxing as he moaned. "There you go...Relax...You can do this." He pushed in further, her walls stretching to accommodate his size. Sheena cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain as he bottomed out.

“Uh! Baby!” Sheena moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Uh huh…All up in dat pussy. You feel it?”

“Yes, God yes,” she panted. “Look at us," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We were made for each other." Sheena's eyes fluttered open, as she stared at their reflection and the beautiful city lights, her body moving in time with his. It was a strange, exhilarating feeling, to be so exposed yet so hidden.

With each thrust, she felt herself falling deeper, the orgasm building like a storm in her belly. "Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Takin’ it all, like my good girl. I knew you could," he growled, his hips slapping against her ass. "Take it all."

“Shit! Joshua!”

“Yea, its Joshua…Yo’ Joshua,” Jey growled as Sheena’s orgasm crashed over her, body convulsing around him, her pussy clenching tightly. A primal moan escaping his lips as she came undone. "I ain't done wit you yet, fuck you feel so good. Give me another one."

Jey's grip tightened on her hips as he turned her around, her back now pressed against the cool glass. Their eyes met, her brown eyes dark with passion, his casting a fiery storm. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Forever."

"I’m yours," she moaned, her heart skipping a beat at his words. The city lights blurred as he began to fuck her in earnest, his hips snapping into her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying.

Sheena felt like she was floating, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold on as he claimed her against the window.

"What are you doing to me?" she gasped, her nails raking down his back as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm. His mouth found hers in a brutal kiss, his teeth grazing her lower lip. "Making you mine," he murmured against her mouth, his tongue delving deep. "Every inch..... Every breath.... Every beat of your heart….Mine."

"Yours-”

"Writin' my name all up in dis pussy cause’ it's mine."

“Shit, it's yours..Only yours," Sheena cried as he held her closer.

Sheena's body responded to his, her walls clenching around him, her moans growing louder. "Shit, it's your pussy, Jey."

“Mmhm, I know it…. Now let the world know dat shit..Let me hear you.”

“Joshua!” Sheena screamed, she didn't care if anyone heard, didn't care if they knew. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, the love in his eyes as he watched her come apart.

“My good girl”, Jey groaned picking up pace, his thrusts growing harder and faster. Sheena could feel his muscles straining, his cock thickening as he approached his own release. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Come for me, baby," he grunted, his eyes never leaving hers. "Show me how much you love me."

Her legs tightened around him, her heels digging into his lower back as she met his every thrust. The second orgasm washed over her, stealing her breath and her sanity. "Jey! Fuck!” She screamed his name as he growled. “We ain’t done yet, I need one more,” he rasped as Sheena trembled against him.

With a grin that was all determination, Jey carried her over to the pool table. The coolness of the surface sending a shiver up her spine as Jey laid her down gently, his cock never leaving her. "Look at us," he said, looking up at another mirror on the ceiling. Damn, she didn't see that earlier.

Her eyes widened as she saw their reflection. The contrast of their bodies, his muscular form over her soft curves, was stunning. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of passion that was both erotic and beautiful. "Keep watching," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.

Jey leaned in, his hands on either side of her head. His movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged. Sheena's eyes remained glued to their reflection, as she watched him claim her again. The sight was too much, and she felt another orgasm building.

"I need one more," he said, his voice strained. Sheena nodded, her body already on the edge. He leaned back, gripping her hips tightly. "Keep watching," he ordered, his eyes dark with desire.

With a growl, he lifted her off the table, his hands cupping her ass, taking her in a passionate searing kiss before bending her over the pool table with a quickness. The coldness sending a jolt of arousal through her. "Jey," she gasped, her voice shaky.

 "Yes, baby," he murmured, his hands caressing her. “I- don’t know-”

"Trust me…Now eyes forward," he whispered as Sheena’s eyes landed on the window, he just had fucked her up against with wild abandon. “Yes, baby,” she moaned, as she once again saw their reflection.

“Good girl.”

He positioned his cock at her entrance once more, the anticipation almost unbearable. With one swift motion, he slammed into her, her breasts bouncing against the felt of the table.

"Jey! Oou, fuck you feel so good!" Sheena cried out. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed through the suite. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, the new angle hitting her in just the right way.

"Look," he demanded, his voice harsh with passion. “Open, dem beautiful eyes fo’me.”  Sheena forced her eyes open, gazing at their reflection in the huge window. Jey’s eyes glossy, and possessive as his jaw clenched with determination.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hand sliding between her legs to rub her clit. "I want you to watch me make you come again."

The sensation was overwhelming, the sight of him taking her with such ferocity. She could feel his muscles flexing with every thrust, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her. "Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he said, his voice a gentle coax. "I want to feel it again."

Her body responded to his words, the orgasm building rapidly. She felt his own tension, his cock swelling even larger inside her. "I'm gonna cum," she warned, her voice a shaky whisper.

With a snarl, he pulled out, flipping her over onto her back onto the pool table. Sheena looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and need. "You know what I want," he growled, his hand fisting in her hair. "Say it." His top grills on full display as he bit his lower lip.

The hunger in his eyes told her that he needed it, craved it. "Jey," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Say it," he demanded, his grip on her hair tightening. "What’s my name?"

Jey’s question sending chills down her spine. "Mmm, Joshua," she murmured, the sound of his full name on her lips, a declaration of her love as a primal growl slipped past his lip. His eyes darkening with pleasure as he thrust back into her, his movements rough and demanding.  “Say it again.”

"Joshua," she murmured again, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Again," he moaned, his hand moving faster on her clit. With a trembling breath, she shouted, "Joshua!" as her orgasm ripped through her. Her voice echoed throughout the suit as her body convulsed around him once more. "Let the world know who’s fuckin’ you like this, baby," he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Her cries grew louder with each stroke as she rode out her orgasm. "Joshua! Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with passion. And with that, he lost all control. "Fuck, Sheena," he grunted, his hips slamming into her as he came deep inside her, his warmth filling her.

Sheena's chest heaved, her heart racing as Jey gently collapsed on top of her. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to be so loud."

Jey chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't be sorry," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "I wanted you too. You screamin’ my name is my new favorite sound."

Their bodies tangled together as their hearts pounding in sync.

"I love you, Sheena," he said, his voice clear and strong. "And I want the world to know it."

"I love you, too Jey," she murmured, her voice muffled against his chest.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the suite. As they lay in bed, the sensation of Sheena's soft lips on his neck brought Jey out of his slumber. He sighed feeling them move lower, kissing a trail down his body, and when they finally reached the tip of his dick, he couldn't hold back a moan.

"Good morning, baby," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. He opened his eyes to find her grinning up at him, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Her hand wrapped around his dick, stroking him gently as she took him into her mouth once more.

"Mm, good morning," he groaned, his hand automatically reaching out to tangle in her hair.

 "Damn, can you wake me up like this every mornin’.” Sheena's smile grew wider, and she took him deeper, her mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had him squirming with pleasure.

"I wanted to thank my champ properly," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress as she paused, letting him feel the warmth of her breath on his sensitive skin. Jey's eyes rolled back in his head, and he whispered, "Fuck…” With a devilish smile, she released him from her mouth with a pop, her hands and mouth continuing to work their magic.

"Sheena," he gasped, his hips rising to meet her mouth. "I need to cum."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she took him in deeper in her mouth vibrating around his dick. "Mm, my champ wants to cum," she said, her tongue swirling around the tip as Jey’s hips bucked. “Got damn, yes…Make me cum…I got somethin’ for you,” he groaned mesmerized as Sheena pleased him. His hands gripping the sheets unable to control himself. "Come for me, champ," Sheena whispered. "I want dat nut in my mouth."

With a final pleading look, Sheena went back to her task, her mouth moving faster and faster, her hand squeezing the base of his dick knowing it was game over for Jey. "Oh, fuck," he groaned, his toes curling. "I'm gonna cum...Cummin’ just for you."

"Mmm, cum, baby..I want you to cum so bad," Sheena pleaded, her mouth moving in perfect harmony with her hands. "Give it to me," she demanded, her voice a sultry purr.

With a roar, Jey erupted into her mouth, his entire body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. “Shit, here it go..Fuck,” Jey hissed as Sheena took it all, her eyes never leaving his, her cheeky smile telling him she enjoyed every second of it.

Jey groaned, caressing her face. " Oh shit…Oou wee..Did my good girl swallow it for the champ or does she need to spit?" he rasped, his voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure. Sheena smiled, her tongue sliding out to show him she had swallowed every drop. “Fuck, I knew I loved you,” he chuckled as she climbed up his body to lay beside him. Another groan escaping his lips as she kissed him greedily, making it hard to tell where he began, and she ended.

“Mmm, my nasty, good girl,” he whispered tasting himself on her tongue as Sheena smiled as he pulled her closer. Jey couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him as Sheena lay on his chest.

"Thank you," Jey murmured, his voice still thick with passion. "For everything."

Sheena propped herself up on one elbow, looking up at him with a soft smile. "You're welcome," she said, her finger tracing a line down his chest. "

"Now," she purred, "I want you to put on your title." Her request making his dick jump. Was she thinking, what he was thinkin’?

“Sheena, stop playin’.”

“Who says I’m playin’, I’ve always wanted to take backshots from a world champ.”

Jey's eyes widened in surprise, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and excitement. Sheena's only response was a sultry smirk as she slid out of bed, sauntered over to his duffle bag and pulled out the title, tossing it onto the bed.

She then strutted into the living room, her naked body a testament to her confidence. She knew he watched her every move, his eyes devouring her curves as she disappeared from his view.

Jey slid out of bed, his dick fully standing at attention. He wrapped the championship belt around his waist, feeling the weight of it, the power it signified.

He walked into the living room, his breath caught in his throat as he found Sheena bent over the bar, her plump ass waving in the air as she took a bite out of a white chocolate covered strawberry. The sight was so unexpected, so erotic, that he had to stifle a groan.

"I'm waiting, champ," she whispered, turning to glance over her shoulder at him with a smirk. She fed him one of the strawberries, her tongue darting out to lick a drop of chocolate from her lip. The taste was sweet and decadent, a delicious contrast to the salty tang of his sweat that still lingered on her skin.

“You want another bite, bae?” she asked putting another strawberry in her bout as he leaned in and bit the other side. Their tongues touching briefly, sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

"Damn, you drivin’ me crazy," he murmured. With a sultry smile, Sheena ran her fingers over the cold metal and the leather. "I just want to give my champ what he needs? Let my champ take what he needs."

Jey’s eyes instantly lit up with desire. He knew what she was saying, what she was offering. He stepped even closer, his dick painfully hard at the thought of taking her how he wanted.

"Bend over and arch that ass for me, den” he commanded, smacking her on the ass, his voice thick with need. Sheena's smile grew wider, and she complied without hesitation, placing her hands flat on the bar and sticking her ass out towards him. He could see her pussy, wet and inviting, glistening in the morning light. “Damn, look at you..Just ready fo’me,” he whispered in a haze.

With a low growl, his hand coming down to caress her ass cheek, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He lined up his dick with her entrance, the tip of his shaft kissing her wetness. "I wanna see that ass jiggle too," he moaned, his eyes on the prize.

With one swift motion, he slipped inside her, the belt around his waist jingling with each thrust. Sheena gasped, her body tightening around him as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that was both exhilarating and a little scary.

The belt slapped against her ass with every movement, the sound echoing through the suite. His primal growls, their masks of pleasure as he took her from behind were igniting a flame only they could extinguish with each other. "Mmhm, give it to me, champ."

"You gon' take it like a good girl?" he murmured, his hand coming up to wrap around her throat. "Yes, I'mma take it all. like your good girl"

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body moving in time with his. Each time he pulled back, she pushed herself back onto him, meeting him thrust for brutal thrust. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, her orgasm building.

"Oh, Jey," she moaned, her voice strained. "Fuck me…Fuck like you mean it."

“I’mma fuck da shit outta you,” he growled, snapping his hips harder as she exclaimed! “Yea.....Yea..Oouuuu, fuck. Jus like dat!” she screamed, the sight of her, her body responding to his every command, was intoxicating.

He felt like a king, the world heavyweight champion claiming his queen. And she was all his, every inch of her. He felt his own orgasm approaching, his hips moving faster and faster.

"Th-throw it back, Thow dat ass in a circle for da champ," he panted, smackin’ her ass again, his voice thick with desire. Sheena complied, her ass bouncing as she met each of his powerful thrusts. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion and lust. “Oh, shit, I’mma lucky mothafucka,” he gasped his resolve slipping as they became even more wrapped up in each other.

The squishing of her juices grew louder, her walls clenching and releasing around him, the friction driving him wild.  Seeing her blush at the sound of her juices after each methodical thrust. Sheena tried to slow down but Jey wasn’t havin’ it.

 "Nah, keep goin….Don’t slow down…Don't fuckin’ stop," he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear. "Keep going, baby."

"I can’t, Jey," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. "Don't be embarrassed," he whispered, his voice low and urgent. "Means, I’m doin’ my job right…Makin’ my baby feel good, givin’ her what she deserves.”

“J-J-Jeeyy..Mmm, fuck.”

“Don’t be scared….Get dis nut, Sheena."

At his command her eyes snapped open, meeting his over her shoulder. The intensity in his gaze was all the encouragement she needed.

“I’mma get it?”

“Uh huh…Throw… …Dat….… Ass… back…. And…. Get…. Dis… dick…”

She pushed back into him with renewed vigor, her pussy gripping him tightly. "Oh, fuck," she gasped as he hit her just right, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Jey's hand moved to her clit, his thumb rubbing slow circles as he continued to fuck her hard from behind. Sheena's moans grew louder. "Yes, baby, give dat shit some sound," he murmured, his voice a gentle coax. "Come for me again." he whispered, taking her in a searing kiss.

Her body responded, her orgasm building once more. "Jey!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

He didn't let up, his grip tightening on her hips. "This pussy is mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense, the title slapping her ass even harder. "Say it."

"Yours," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "All yours, Jey."

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a dance of love and lust. Sheena felt herself losing control, her body no longer her own. And she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside her, claiming her over and over again.

"You're mine," Jey grunted, his hand sliding down her body to grip her ass tightly. "Every inch of you, Sheena. Every goddamn inch." His words were like a drug, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel his dick swelling and getting harder.

“Mmm, harder,” Sheena moaned as Jey trembled pulling her close. “You want it?....Want it harder?” he growled, as Sheena cried out.

 “Yes!”

“Gotchu..fuck, I gotchu,” he moaned increasing his pace. "Look at dat ass," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and hunger as he spread her cheeks watching his dick disappear inside her as her essence coated his dick.

 "Yea, cream on dat dick…Fuck, you takin’ it so good, Ma." Sheena's eyes squeezed shut as she felt him hit her g-spot, her legs threatening to give out.

“You’re fuckin’ me so good champ.”

"Sheena, shit...I'm yo champ...Just yours," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "You feel so good, Ion wanna cum."

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere Josh. We got all the time in the world baby…Get what you need,” she moaned as he nodded.

The title belt jingling with each thrust. " You…I need you….You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes never leaving her reflection in the mirror. "I love watching you take it, gotdamn."

“Mmm, I love takin’ it.”

The sound of the belt slapping against her flesh was a reminder of who was in control. And she loved it. Loved the feeling of being claimed, of belonging to him.

"You're mine," she whispered, her voice filled with a newfound confidence. "All of you."

Jey's thrusts grew more erratic, his orgasm building. "Fuck yes," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers. "I’m all yours." Jey's body stiffened, and with a roar, he emptied himself into her. Sheena felt her own orgasm crash over her, her body trembling with the intensity of it all.

For a moment, they remained there, their bodies connected, their hearts racing. "I love you," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.

He leaned down, kissing the back of her neck. "I love you too," he whispered, his arms tightening around her. "More than anything."

“What happens in Vegas definitely ain’t stayin’ in Vegas,” Sheena murmured as Jey chuckled.

 “Damn sure ain’t, cause’ you stuck wit my ass now.”

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Illusion

Might make a part 2, might not. Shoutout to the heartbreak I’m going through bc Ofc I can’t find happiness 🥳🤣🤣

Imma get over it sooner rather than later.

The bassline of an old-school R&B song trembled against the walls of Kierra’s room, soft and slow, like the way her heartbeat jumped when she heard tires pull up outside. She didn’t have to check. She already knew it was him.

She smiled to herself and slid her phone off the nightstand.

Josh 🖤: Outside.

She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin as she texted back:

Kierra: You can come in. Door’s open, dummy.

A second later, she heard the door creak, followed by heavy footsteps she could pick out in a crowd—confident and familiar.

“Yo,” Joshua called out from the hallway.

“In here,” she answered, already lounging back on her bed, TV remote in hand.

Joshua stepped into the room like he owned it—black hoodie, chain glinting under the light, his hair pulled into a neat bun. He looked at her and smirked.

“Damn. You really just laid out like this?”

“I live here,” she said, tossing a pillow at him. “What you want me to do? Roll out a red carpet?”

He caught it mid-air and tossed it back playfully. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

She gave him a look but couldn’t keep the smile from breaking through. “You eat?”

“Nah. Figured you’d feed me,” he said, kicking off his sneakers and flopping onto the bed like it was his.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“You love it,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded as he relaxed beside her.

Kierra went quiet for a second, pretending to scroll through movie options. But her eyes kept shifting toward him—his jawline, the curve of his lashes, how at ease he looked with her.

“I’m serious,” Joshua added, nudging her arm with his elbow. “You love me.”

Her heart stalled—but she kept it cool.

“You wish,” she said.

He laughed, low and smooth. “I know.”

She picked a movie without thinking. Something nostalgic. Something that wouldn’t make her cry tonight. Joshua reached over to grab the blanket at the end of the bed and tossed half of it over her.

“You really spending the night?” she asked, voice soft.

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“I didn’t say that.”

A beat passed.

They weren’t touching, but they were close. Shoulder to shoulder. Breath to breath. Kierra focused on the screen, pretending not to feel every inch of his warmth beside her.

“You remember when we first started hanging out?” he asked.

“Of course. You were annoying.”

He grinned. “Still am.”

“You never left me alone.”

He shrugged. “Still don’t.”

That was the truth. Joshua was always there. At her worst, her best, her in-between. At first, it was friendly. Then it got blurry. He’d pull up at midnight just to sit in his car outside her house until she came out. He’d show up with snacks and stories, just to hear her laugh. He knew her. All the little cracks she tried to hide.

“You ever think about what we are?” she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

Joshua glanced at her. His eyes didn’t flinch.

“All the time.”

That made her chest ache in places she didn’t have names for. “And?”

“I think…” He paused, licking his lips. “I think we’re us.”

Kierra swallowed. That answer wasn’t enough. But it was him. It was how he was—smooth, vague, charming in a way that kept her holding on.

“You always say the slickest shit,” she muttered.

“Because I mean it,” he replied.

Then he reached for her hand. It was casual. Innocent. But not really.

She didn’t pull away.

The movie played on, but Kierra wasn’t watching anymore. Her thoughts were loud. Louder than the TV. Louder than the silence between them.

Joshua shifted to lie down, his head barely brushing her shoulder.

“I could fall asleep like this,” he mumbled, almost drowsy.

“You always do.”

He smiled. “It’s ‘cause I feel good here.”

The clock on her nightstand glowed 11:47 PM.

She felt his breathing slow. Eyes closed. Peaceful.

She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

Her heart knew this was dangerous. But her soul didn’t care.

He was here.

And maybe that was enough for now.

⸻⸻

The sky was gray, hanging low with the threat of rain, but Kierra didn’t care. She was curled up on the couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, scrolling through her phone when her doorbell buzzed.

She blinked. Joshua.

When she opened the door, he stood there in joggers and a plain white tee, drenched and smiling like an idiot.

“You gonna let me in or let me drown?”

She grabbed his wrist and yanked him inside. “Boy, what are you doing out in this?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“My phone’s on Do Not Disturb—I was chillin’.”

“I know,” he said, like he knew everything about her. “I wanted to see you anyway.”

He tracked water across her floor, shoes squeaking until he kicked them off.

“Got a towel?” he asked, laughing.

“Yeah, and maybe some common sense while we’re at it.” She tossed a towel at his head.

He stood there drying his hair like nothing was wrong with showing up unannounced and wet and beautiful.

“You miss me or nah?” he asked, watching her as he dried his neck.

“You were here like… two days ago.”

Joshua smirked. “Didn’t answer my question though.”

Kierra tried not to smile, but he always had that effect on her. She turned around and walked toward the kitchen. “I made soup.”

“Swear?”

She didn’t answer. He followed.

By the time he was settled on her couch with a bowl in hand, the rain was coming down heavy outside, soft against the windows. It felt like the kind of afternoon you could live in forever.

They sat in silence for a while, eating.

Then out of nowhere, Joshua said, “You ever feel like you’re in the right place but still waiting on something?”

Kierra looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Like this moment right here. Feels right. But part of me still thinks it’s all temporary.”

She stared at him, fingers tightening on the spoon. “I don’t think anything feels more real than this.”

He held her gaze. “That’s why I’m here.”

The air between them shifted.

Joshua leaned forward, elbows on his knees, bowl empty.

“You know I don’t do relationships,” he said, voice low. “Not like that.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“But I still pull up on you, still check in. Still care.”

Kierra swallowed. “I never asked for more.”

“But you want more.”

She didn’t answer.

He moved closer, sitting back beside her, their knees brushing. “And I ain’t saying I don’t feel you. It’s just…”

“It’s just what?”

Joshua sighed. “I’m a mess, Kierra. You deserve solid.”

Her chest ached. But even then, she nodded. “Okay.”

He looked at her, eyes full of something she couldn’t name.

“Okay,” he repeated, softer.

Then, without warning, he reached out and pulled her close. Not to kiss her. Not to start something. Just to hold her.

Like she was the safest thing he knew.

She closed her eyes against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Pretending this moment wasn’t full of unspoken things. Pretending it wasn’t killing her a little to want him this much when he didn’t want all of her back.

But he was here.

And sometimes, love felt like being chosen—even when it wasn’t forever.

It was hot. The kind of summer heat that made the air shimmer and the pavement sweat. Kierra tugged at the hem of her tank top as she stepped out of the car, nerves buzzing.

“You sure it’s okay I’m here?” she asked.

Joshua leaned against the driver’s side, tossing his keys into his palm with a shrug. “If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t have brought you.”

That answer didn’t help much. This wasn’t just any get-together. This was his family. His brothers. Meeting the people who mattered to him.

Kierra followed him through the side gate into a backyard that smelled like grilled meat, charcoal, and sunblock. Laughter bounced between the house and the speakers playing 90s West Coast rap.

A man with long curly hair and a wild smile was the first to spot them.

“Joshy!” he called out, already halfway to them.

Joshua chuckled. “Here we go.”

Kierra stayed close as the man—clearly one of his brothers—hugged him tight, then pulled back to eye her curiously.

“This her?” he asked.

Josh nodded. “Yeah.”

The man looked at her like he already knew. “I’m Jon. And don’t worry, you’re safe. Nobody bites unless you ask.”

Kierra laughed nervously. “Good to know.”

A few others came up—Joseph, tall and stocky with kind eyes, and Joe, who didn’t smile much but offered a quiet fist bump.

Their girlfriends were there too—each one warm and a little too observant, like they were trying to figure Kierra out without saying a word.

But it wasn’t tense. Just close-knit. Protective.

Joshua didn’t leave her side. Every time he reached for her hand or leaned in to say something low in her ear, she could feel the looks. And she didn’t care.

Not with the way he looked at her.

Not with the way he made her feel like this was something real.

They ate ribs and drank sweet tea, sitting on folding chairs under a wide umbrella while Joshua told a story about getting chased by a neighbor’s dog when he was ten. Everyone laughed, including Kierra—even when the story got exaggerated beyond belief.

After the food, after the noise, after most of the guys started playing dominoes on the patio table, Kierra and Joshua slipped away to the far corner of the yard. There was a little wooden bench under a tree, half in the shade, half in sunlight.

She sat first. He followed, stretching one arm behind her on the backrest.

“This was nice,” she said, glancing at him. “Your family’s cool.”

“They’re loud,” he said with a smirk. “But yeah. They’re good people.”

She looked at him, heart beating a little faster. “You ever bring girls around them?”

He raised a brow. “Why?”

“I’m just wondering.”

Joshua leaned back, eyes squinting at the sunlight slipping between the leaves. “Not really. Never had a reason.”

That made her stomach flip.

He turned his head toward her, and for a second, the world got quiet.

“I like you here,” he said.

Kierra tried to hide her smile. “I like me here too.”

“Good,” he whispered.

Then he leaned in.

No big moment. No dramatic pause. Just him. Just her. Just a kiss that landed so softly it felt like a secret.

His lips were warm, gentle—like he’d been thinking about this for a long time. Like he was holding back so he didn’t ruin it.

Kierra kissed him back, her hand brushing his jaw. And when they pulled apart, he didn’t move far. His forehead rested against hers, eyes closed like he wanted to stay right there.

“I been thinking about that,” he admitted.

She exhaled shakily. “Yeah?”

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

The sun slipped lower behind the house, casting gold across his skin. Kierra watched the way his lashes fluttered, the way he looked at her like she was something new.

For the first time, she didn’t feel unsure.

For the first time, he wasn’t running.

Later that evening — on the ride home

Kierra’s head leaned against the window, and Joshua’s playlist filled the car with moody R&B. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh.

Everything about this felt like progress. Like movement in the right direction.

He’d kissed her. In front of everyone. Without flinching. Without pulling back.

“Can I tell you something?” she said, voice barely louder than the music.

Joshua glanced over. “Yeah.”

“I think I’ve been scared this whole time. Of wanting too much. Of you not feeling the same.”

He was quiet for a beat.

Then: “You never ask for too much. You just ask the right way.”

She turned to him, eyes soft. “So what is this now?”

He looked at her again—longer this time. “It’s what it’s always been.”

“Which is?”

He reached for her hand, laced their fingers. “Something I can’t shake.”

Kierra smiled, chest full of everything she’d been aching for. For once, it felt like she wasn’t chasing him. Like maybe, just maybe… he was meeting her halfway.

⸻⸻

Joshua didn’t leave that night.

They pulled up to her place just after ten, and instead of walking her to the door with one of his lingering hugs, he followed her inside like it was second nature. No words exchanged, no hesitation.

Just him kicking off his sneakers, her tossing her keys in the bowl by the door, and the two of them slipping into a rhythm they’d always known.

“Shower first,” he said, already pulling off his shirt.

Kierra blinked. “What?”

He grinned. “I smell like barbecue. You do too.”

She tried not to stare at the lines of his back as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he came out in one of her towels, skin damp, hair pushed back, steam still clinging to his shoulders. “Your turn.”

When she stepped into the shower, she leaned her forehead against the tile and let the water run down her face. She felt… different. Wanted. Chosen. For once, it didn’t feel like she had to play it cool or guard her heart.

Joshua kissed her. Joshua held her hand in front of his family. Joshua was here.

When she came out in an oversized tee and her satin bonnet, he was already under her covers, scrolling on his phone like this was his bed too.

Kierra crawled in beside him, trying not to smile too much.

“You good?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Yeah.”

He set his phone down, turning toward her. “You sure?”

She nodded.

He pulled her close, tucking her against his chest. “You know, you don’t have to play tough with me all the time.”

“I’m not.”

He kissed the top of her head. “You are. But I get it.”

They lay there in silence for a moment, legs tangled, her fingers brushing the tattoo on his arm.

“Can I ask you something?” she said quietly.

“Shoot.”

“What would we be right now if I asked?”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t tense.

Didn’t laugh.

He just said, “Closer than we’ve ever been.”

That was enough for her.

At least for now.

Two Weeks Later

Kierra was curled up on his couch, legs stretched across Joshua’s lap, while Snowfall played on the TV.

He wasn’t watching though.

He was looking at her — the way she tucked the blanket around her waist, the way she licked salt off her fingers from the popcorn bowl.

“What?” she asked, catching him staring.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

She raised a brow. “You thinking again.”

“I’m always thinking.”

“Tell me.”

He hesitated. Then: “I feel safe with you.”

Kierra blinked. She hadn’t expected that. “Safe?”

“Yeah. Like… when I’m here, it’s easy to just be. You don’t ask for shit I can’t give. You don’t make me feel small.”

Her throat tightened.

“I know I’ve been dragging my feet,” he continued. “But it ain’t ‘cause I don’t see you. Or feel you.”

“Then why?” she whispered.

“’Cause when I fall for something, I fall hard. And I ain’t tryna break it.”

She swallowed hard. “You think I’d let you break me?”

He shook his head. “No. I think you’d survive me. And I’d hate myself for making you have to.”

That silenced her.

But in the quiet, Kierra reached for his hand. Held it like an anchor.

“I’m not asking you to be perfect,” she said. “I’m just asking you to show up.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know.”

And he was. He really, really was.

⸻⸻

That morning, Kierra woke to the sound of Joshua humming in the kitchen. The smell of cinnamon and eggs drifted down the hallway. She stretched, pulled on one of his hoodies, and padded out barefoot to find him shirtless over the stove.

He turned when he heard her.

“Hey, sleepy.”

“You cooked?”

He smirked. “A lil’ something. French toast, eggs, and strawberries.”

“For me?”

“For us.”

That made her chest ache in the best way.

They sat at the tiny kitchen table with mismatched mugs and a candle burning even though it was 10 AM. He poured her juice, cut her toast in triangles, teased her about the way she scrunched her nose when she chewed.

“I could get used to this,” she said softly.

He looked up from his plate. “Then do.”

She smiled like her heart didn’t just flip.

And for that morning — for that hour — it really did feel like forever could live in a hoodie and some French toast.

⸻⸻

Later that week, something shifted. Small. Subtle.

It started with a missed call. Then two.

Then a slow text response that used to be instant.

Joshua didn’t ghost. He didn’t vanish. He was still around, still present — but different.

Less warmth. More distance. Like something was buzzing in the background that he hadn’t let her in on.

Kierra noticed.

But she didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t want to seem needy. Didn’t want to ruin the progress they’d made.

So she smiled through the change. Told herself everyone gets busy.

But it kept happening.

One night, she called and it rang out.

No call back.

No text.

She waited two days.

On the third, he finally replied.

“Sorry, got caught up. You good?”

She stared at the screen.

Then typed back:

“I miss you. When can I see you?”

He didn’t reply until the next morning.

“This weekend. Maybe.”

That “maybe” felt like a punch.

It was supposed to be a good night.

Kierra had on that silk dress he once said made her look “dangerous.” Her lips were glossed. Hair freshly done. And her chest was full of all the words she’d been holding onto for months.

Joshua was already at the apartment when she got home. Sitting on the couch, hoodie on, hood up. Remote in hand. Music playing low from his phone on the armrest. Something moody. Something cold.

She knew something was wrong.

Still, she smiled, trying to lighten the air. “You waiting on me?”

Joshua looked up. His eyes held that quiet storm — unreadable, distant.

“Yeah.”

That was all.

Kierra set her bag down and walked over, curling beside him like she always did. He didn’t put his arm around her. Didn’t lean into her warmth. His body felt miles away.

She tried to ignore it.

Tried to pretend they could get back to the soft morning kisses and late-night laughter. Back to where things made sense.

But her heart wouldn’t stop pressing against her ribs.

So she spoke.

“I’ve been thinking,” she started gently. “About you. About us.”

Joshua didn’t say anything.

“I know I said I was cool with… whatever this was. No labels. Just going with the flow. But I think I lied.”

He glanced at her. Briefly.

Kierra took a breath.

“I’m in love with you, Josh.”

Silence.

“I didn’t mean to be. I wasn’t trying to make this heavier than it needs to be. But I can’t keep pretending like I don’t feel everything when I look at you. Like it’s not deeper than what we keep calling it.”

Still, nothing.

Her voice broke, just slightly. “I just… I need to know. Do you see me the way I see you? Because if not—if I’m just filling space—I need you to tell me.”

She waited.

Every second that passed felt like a needle pressing into her chest.

Finally, Joshua sighed. Rubbed a hand down his face. Sat forward, elbows on his knees.

“I didn’t ask for this,” he said quietly.

Kierra blinked. “What?”

“This. All of this. It’s too much. Too fast.”

Her mouth parted, but no words came.

“I care about you. I do. I never meant to lead you on. But I’m not in the space for what you’re asking for.”

“But you let me fall,” she whispered. “You brought me around your family. You kissed me. You stayed.”

“I know.”

“Then why?” Her voice cracked. “Why do all of that if you didn’t want more?”

Joshua looked down at his hands. “Because it felt good. And I got caught up. But that doesn’t mean I was ready.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I know.”

Kierra stared at him, chest hollowing.

“You said I never asked for too much.”

“You didn’t.”

“Then what is this, Josh? What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he said, finally looking at her. “You loved me. That’s not a mistake. But I’m not the one for you.”

Tears stung her eyes.

“But I thought…” she swallowed. “I thought we were building something.”

“We weren’t,” he said, softly. “Not really. You were. I was just trying to keep up.”

She stood, the ache in her legs nothing compared to the one in her chest.

“So what now?”

Joshua didn’t answer.

She picked up her purse. Her phone. Her pride.

“I would’ve given you everything,” she said, voice barely a whisper. “And you knew that.”

“I know.”

“I hope one day you stop running. I really do. And I hope she’s good to you. But I hope you remember the way I loved you. I hope it stays with you. Because you don’t walk away from something like this and stay untouched.”

He didn’t move.

Didn’t chase her.

Didn’t stop her from walking out the door.

And that silence was the loudest heartbreak she’d ever heard.

It’s long, rushed and sloppy😭 I still hope you like it. Thank you for reading 🫶🏾

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Overstimulation

summary: how does it feel like when Jasmine gets overstimulated by her boyfriend until she can’t take it anymore?

warnings contain: oral (f receiving), hair-pulling, vibrator, overstimulation, fluff at the end :)

word count: 1.3k

Jey Uso x Jasmine

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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“C’mon mamas gimmie one more baby.” Jey encouraged as he was eating out Jasmine after she had her third climax for the third time tonight.

She was unsure of her limits, her eyes rolling back in her head, nails digging into his biceps, and her legs shaking uncontrollably.

His tongue danced against her untouched core while he lavished attention on her sensitive clit, holding her firmly in place to prevent any chance of escape. She writhed and arched her back, moaning his name, pleading with him, confessing that she could no longer endure the overwhelming sensations.

However, he was not interested in any of that as she kept parting her smooth folds while pleasuring her clit, driving her to the brink of madness from the heightened sensitivity following her second climax.

As he delicately slid two fingers into her welcoming embrace, a soft gasp escaped her lips. His fingers curled expertly, playfully stimulating her g-spot, drawing out moans that filled the room as she tightened around him.

“Mhm, pussy tastes so good mamas.” Jey groaned.

“I can’t Joshua fuck…” Jasmine moaned.

She began to move her hips in reaction to his tongue and fingers, causing her to roll her eyes back in pure pleasure. Jasmine sensed her climax intensifying with every gentle pull on her clit. As he slipped in two fingers, he expertly curled them, thrusting in a consistent rhythm that wrapped her in a euphoric haze, as if she were staring at a starry night sky.

She pressed her lips together, tilting her neck back against the pillow. “Joshuaaa.”

He grinned as he pressed against her skin, his fingers skillfully exploring her g-spot, coaxing her to surrender to the surges of ecstasy from his touch. He was awakening her cravings, his warm body enveloping her throbbing core.

“I can feel her baby, c’mon coat my beard up some more.” Jey let out a low growl, causing waves of feeling to surge through her body, resonating deeply within her.

She clutched his hair tightly, rhythmically swaying her hips against his lips, while her other hand clung to the sheets as if they were her only lifeline.

“F-fuck…finna…c-cum.” Her voice was a soft murmur as he explored further with his fingers, his tongue dancing fervently, while she clutched his biceps with intensity, her impeccably manicured nails nearly piercing his skin. “What was that mamas?”

The intensity of his actions left her completely at a loss for words; the ecstasy he was providing sent Jasmine into a frenzy. In just a few moments, she was trembling and writhing, desperate for her climax, her eyes rolling back in pure delight.

“It’s coming Joshuaaaa it’s coming daddy!” At that moment, she seemed to shatter, as if he had torn her apart.

A piercing scream escaped her lips as waves of pleasure surged through her, her body trembling while her essence flowed like a rushing river, and she could hear him eagerly drinking it in as if it were a refreshing drink.

However, he wasn't finished with her; he craved to see her reach climax again. As he rose from the bed and approached the dresser, he stumbled upon her rose-shaped vibrator, which made him smirk as he picked it up.

He made his way back to the bed where his girlfriend was still recovering from her third orgasm of the night—he had rested his head against the headboard, inviting her to lay on his chest, unaware that he was about to push her to her limits.

As she did that, she felt his hands gripping her legs and gently caressing her clit, which had become sensitive, making her flinch at the sensation. Jey brushed her hair aside, planting soft, wet kisses along her neck while her head rested against his chest.

“What’s your safe word baby?” His voice had a rich, gravelly quality when he spoke.

“Red.”

“Good girl, keep these legs open fo’ me baby.” Following his instructions, she felt him activate the vibrator and position it against her clit, prompting her to instinctively close her legs, which resulted in a sharp slap on her thigh.

“What I say baby girl?” Jey said.

“I-I’m sorry d-daddy.” Jasmine  whimpered as she opened her legs once again letting the vibrator touch her clit.

He held her throat firmly with one hand while using the vibrator on her clit, preventing her from moving.

He pressed the up arrow three times, and the vibrations intensified against her clit, causing it to tremble visibly. He observed her face twist in pleasure as her hips thrust forward, releasing a moan that was unlike anything he had ever heard. It was evident that she had never experienced such high settings before, judging by her body's response. As her fourth orgasm approached, she clenched her fists and thrust her hips upward, overwhelmed by the sensation that hit her like a freight train before she could brace herself.

“There she goes baby, you doing so good for daddy.” He whispered gently in her ear.

All she could do was complain as he pressed the up arrow again, increasing it to the fourth speed. She cried and whimpered in desperation, feeling yet another orgasm approaching her once more.

“Fuckkkkk, I’m finna cum again. Fuckk.” She wept, thrusting her hips into a whirlwind of intense sensations. Warm liquid dripped down her leg, even though she hadn't released herself as fully as she had anticipated, but that was of no concern to her.

He pressed his lips against her neck, leaving his mark as he observed her surrender beneath him, creating a delightful chaos on the sheets that would soon require washing.

She was at her limit, unable to feel her clit anymore as the intense vibrations left it completely numb.

Jey caressed the vibrator against her clit, her body responding with jolts of pleasure as she experienced wave after wave of ecstasy, until she reached a point where she could no longer endure it.

“R-red daddy Red.”

He shook his head, “gimmie one more and I’ll turn it off baby c’mon keep making a mess on me.”

The vibrator seemed on the verge of breaking, sending tremors throughout her body as its tip pressed closer to her slick entrance—he could sense her body quivering beneath him while he softly murmured affectionate words in her ear, praising her for being so good to him.

Allowing her to experience another wave of pleasure, the vibrations teasing her clitoris and now pulsating at the entrance of Jasmine's pussy made her moan his name.

Her fifth climax arrived in rapid succession, each wave hitting almost immediately after the last, leaving her essence splattered across Jey's legs as he observed her pleasure, her body instinctively tightening around the buzzing rose.

That made her scream out her safe word.

“Red! Fucking Red Joshuaaa!” Jasmine cried out as tears came down her eyes.

As soon as he heard her safe word, he switched off the vibrator and set it aside on the small dresser beside him. He then shifted to the other side of the bed, gently cradling her between her legs while showering her face and neck with kisses, feeling the warmth of her tears streaming down her cheeks.

His hands gently traced circles on her thighs as he continued to kiss her passionately.

“It’s okay baby breathe in and out for me mamas I’m right here.” Jey reassured her while pulling her into his chest.

He kissed her forehead gently while keeping her close to his body.

As Jasmine's eyes started to flutter, she softly closed them, overwhelmed and weary from his presence. The sound of her gentle snores made him chuckle as he lovingly stroked her hair before drifting off to sleep himself.

Fin 💗

a/n: “oh my god who wrote this???” - trapcaleb 😭

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🩵 World Champion 🩵

"Whatchu mean your not gonna make it Ivoriee?" A very pissed off Jey says over the phone after finding out the that his girlfriend of 3 years would not be at his biggest match ever.

"Something came up my love I'm sorry." Ivoriee says. Jey sighed deeply. It broke Ivoriee heart hearing him sigh like that. She knew it this was last thing he wanted to hear tonight but it was just lie she had came up.

"Do you not understand that this is a important night for me tonight I need you there ivy. What I gotta do to get you here?" He asked.

"Baby I know it is and I'm sorry but something at my shop came up and now I gotta handle it asap." She said.

"Mane this shit ain't fair Ivoriee." He groaned.

"You don't need me there to win babes, you got this stop doubting yourself you gonna bring that world championship home." Ivoriee says trying to cheer him up the line was silent but he was still there she could hear his breathing.

"I love you ma." He says. She smiled before responding back.

"I love you too bubs." She says.

"Fuck dawg I wish you were here."

"Me too bubba but imma be watching on the tv." She tells him.

"That ain't the same but I gotta go mama talk to you later I guess." He says. She playfully rolled her eyes giggling.

"I'll talk you later daddy." She said. They both let out a soft laugh before the call came to a end. Ivoriee sighed as she then called Trinity.

"Trinnn he's so upset with me I can hear it in his voice!" Ivoriee expressed to her cousin who was laughing at how dramatic she was being.

"Girl he's not upset with you." Trinity says.

Ivoriee wasn't gonna miss the show she gonna be there when it started and her plan was to decorate his hotel room for after the match .

It was trinity who gave her the idea to decorate his hotel room and even if he win or not it would still be something he accomplish. Her surprise was almost ruined when Jimmy was running his mouth to much, It was a whole mess that almost ruin the surprise.

Almost costed her 9 months

After Ivoriee and Trinity talked about the plan. They got off the phone so they could both get ready. Ivoriee began setting the room up the theme was Gold and Black. She had a little help from a friend that always decorated.

There was trail of black rose petals on the floor that led to his master bedroom a huge trail that Ivy was gonna regret it later before she was gonna have forget about.

The words Congratulations in a glossy Black Balloons hanged on the wall by the pool table and when you walked into the room there were more balloons on the wall that spelt out I love you Daddy in Gold balloons fake candles were surrounding the bed that his gift from her sitting on waiting to be open.

"Katie you killed it thank you boo this literally Perfect." Ivoriee said as she recorded around the room.

When she looked up she seen more balloons just floating in the air there was at least 200 balloons if you counted all the balloons in this penthouse.

"He's gonna cuss me out when he sees all this but he's better love it cuss me out later."  She said.

"He better this was hard work." Katie says.

"Alright girl how much I owe you?" Ivoriee asked opening Apple Pay. "150."

"150? Girl what the fuck is 150 no I'm sending 300 plus a 150 tip." Ivoriee said send her 450. She then walked Katie to the door and then she took a her a quick shower giving she was already running late.

"Mane I wish my baby was here." Jey complained to his twin brother as they arrived to his locker room. Little did he know his girl was already here and watched him accomplish what he had been working hard for.

"You'll see her soon uce." Jimmy said.

"I just can't believe she missed it tonight out all days she misses this match I wouldn't really mind if she missed any other match." He said as they walked in.

"I hear you uce." Jimmy said.

"Yeah I hear you too pumpkin." She said catching Jey's attention leaving him speechless. He walked over to her and picked her up. She giggled as he spun her around kissing her.

"So we lying to each other now?" He asked as he put her down.

"Sorry baby I had to handling business but I made." She said. He shook his head kissing her again.

"I'm just glad you here ma and look what I got." He said pointing to his new accessory.

"I told you bae you didn't need me here to win." She says.

"Yeah you was right baby." He said all he could do was smile from ear to ear showing all his 32s and he had his bottom gold grills in. "You look good mama."

"Thank you baby."  She said. "You looking pretty good yourself with this new belt."  

"Uhh hello I'm still here." Jimmy says bringing the couple back to reality.

"Hey Jimmy." Ivoriee said as pulled away from Jey giving Jimmy a family hug. "How you been? How are the kids." She asked.

"I'm good they good too how you been?" He asked.

"I'm good excited to be here and celebrate with my baby boy." She said as she looked over at Jey.

"Glad you could make it had this man stressing." Jimmy says giving his twin brother a squeeze on his shoulders.

"He would have been just fine without me."  Ivoriee says.

"Wow when the hell did you do this?"  Jey asked as the pair walked into his hotel suite seeing the decorations she had did for him before his match. "Damn all this for me?" He asked as he walked further into the suite. Ivoriee followed behind him recording his reaction.

"You like babe?" She asked as she set her phone down on the counter. He turned back to her walked up to her with open arms.

"I love it mama. I appreciate everything you did for me." He said as he hugged her. His hands went for her ass squeezing it as they shared a kiss. 

"You're welcome baby, there's more though." She said as she pulled away. He looked at her confused looking towards his bedroom door.

They walked to the bedroom as he seen everything. "You little brat." He said laughing. "C'mere, Thank you ma I love everything." He said.

"Mmm I love you daddy congratulations." She said. He chuckled picking her up and carried her over to the bed.

"Ohh what's this?" He asked laying her gently on the bed and picked up the gift bag that was on the bed. She kissed along his neck and jaw as he began opening his gift. "You spoiling me tonight huh mama?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't I daddy?" She asked she continued leaving kissing on his neck and all over his face. "It's your night." "My night?" He asked.

"Mhmm."

He smirked as he pulled the gift out the bag. He pulled out this red laced lingerie set. "Whatchu buy this for? It's gonna get ripped off anyways." He said causing her to laugh, he wasn’t lying she knew he was gonna rip it off that’s why she didn’t even to it on.

"There's something else in there for you." She said reaching in the bag and grabbed the box at the bottom. She pulled the box out presenting it to him.

"A Rolex! Baby what the hell is were you think?" He asked surprised that she got him a Rolex.

"You deserve it Jey." She said. "You worked hard for everything.

"Thank you Ivoriee." He said kissing her.

"You're welcome babe." She said kissing him again. Things began to get heated quickly. Ivoriee let out a soft moan as Jey began kissing on her skin he removed her dress kissing every part of her body.

"You said it my night?" He asked.

"Yes."

"So that's means I can do whatever I want with you?" He

"Yes baby anything I'm all yours." She whimpered. He groaned as he bit down on his bottom lip.

"All mines. I like that say it again mama." He said removing his shirt.

"I'm all yours daddy."

"Fuck baby I tryna take my time with you but you making that hard." He moaned playing with her boobs in his mouth. He started with left swirling his tongue around her nipple then moved the right do the same things.

"My beautiful girl." He played with her and teased her. He kissed down her chest and stomach to her dark blue panties. He kissed her wet pussy through her panties then proceeded to pull them down with his teeth. He licking his lips at the sight placing another kiss on her pussy causing her to let out a cry. He looked up at her with those deep dark brown eyes.

"Can daddy eat his dessert?" He asked as he kissed her inner thighs as he lifted her leg over his shoulder.

"Y-yes daddy." She stuttered. He smirked and continued to kiss on her inner thighs rubbing her clit as he did. He leaned in connected his lips with her pussy as he began to eat her out. He toyed with her driving her crazy. 

"Baby pleasee!" She whined not being able to take it anymore gripping the back of his neck. He spit in her soaking core licking her swallowing clit and sucked on it. "Fuck!" Ivoriee was a moaning mess. She couldn't keep her hands to herself. She was losing it under his touch.

"You close baby ain't you" He says as he plugged his fingers in and out of her as he watched her all she could do was moan his name as she came undone. "Jeyyyy!"

"I'm right here baby." He tells her. Ivoriee thighs began shaking as she came on his tongue. "Taste so good mama." He says as he went up giving her a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips as they made out passionately.

Jey pulls away as he pulls his black joggers and boxers down revealing his hard 8 inch dick he grabbed 4 stroking his dick before he rubbed his tip against her fold.

"You ready for this dick mama?"

"Yes please fuck me daddy." She said. He pushed the tip in and just tip he didn't move as he looked down at her in her eyes. She gasped as he stretched her walls.

"You ain't ready baby." He said pulling out causing her to whine. "What's wrong mama?" He asked. She reached down in between the two of them grabbing him.

"Aye whatchu doing?" He asked popping her hand.

"Baby stop teasing." She whined. He lean down kissing her as he pushed most of his length in her pussy fit him like a glove. She moaned into the kiss her walls tighten around him making him hiss. "Fuck baby." He moaned leaning his forehead against hers. Pulling out slightly and thrusting back in. Doing it again finding his rhythm. Ivoriee moaned his name when his tip hit her g-spot.

"Shit!" He groaned as she squirted around his dick, he laughed enjoying what he just saw. She squirted again when he hit her spot again. "Damn Princess." He said with a smirk.

He spreaded her legs open him more room to go deeper finding his rhythm again as her pussy coated his dick. He watched his dick appear and disappear after every stroke. His thumb starting moving on her clit he rubbed it in a circular motion while he thrusted deep into her. "Mmm fuck just like that." "Like this baby?" He taunted. She nodded her head biting down on her bottom lip. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Just like that keep going." She whispered. He was enjoying the fact that he made her this weak. "Look at you baby so pretty."

All the girl could do was moan. Joshua kissed on her chest and neck leaving hickeys in some spots. "Fuck Princess!" He groaned his grip on her waist tighten as his strokes became sloppy. The room echoed with sounds of theirs moans, skin slapping and the wettness coming from her pussy. "Oh baby keep going I'm closeee!" She cried gripping his bicep.

"This my pussy right mama?" He asked the girl. She nodded her head her words getting lose in her moans. She was losing it. He was fucking her speechless literally. "Say it mama. I wanna hear you pretty voice."

"It's yours." She whimpered. He pulled out suddenly and flipped her on her stomach forming a arch in her back. Sliding back without a a warning immediately finding his rhythm again. "Whose is it baby?" He asked slamming into her nonstop. Her mouth formed a "O" from all the pleasure she was receiving.

"F-fuck its yours Joshuaa. Babyyyy it's to much I can't." She whined as she looked over her shoulders at Joshua. He grabbed her hair pulling on it a little he smacked her ass she moaned out. Her walls tighten around him as she felt a similar feeling in her stomach again.

"That little pussy finna cum?" He asked her leaving around smack on her right ass cheek. She moaned his name as she stuffed her face into her pillows. "Fuck." He mumbled also feeling himself close to his nut. He threw his head back feeling her release all over him. He fucked her through her orgasm pulling out and finished his nut her ass.

He got off the bed walking to bathroom to grab a cloth to clean up the mess he made. He walked back into the room over to bed as he catered to his girl making sure was good. He then carried her to bathroom where they showered together.

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SWEET LIKE CANDY 6 • JEY USO

author's note: i'm baaaaaaack! I am so so sorry for the long awaited update, school truly put me through the ringer these past few weeks but thankfully everything is starting to settle down which means more frequent updates!!! part 6 honestly also took so long because I am high key a perfectionist and keep on finding things to add and revise but trust me when I say you are in for a delicious treat. thank you so much for all of your love and support and happy reading my loves☺️💗

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem!oc (cherise dupree aka candy)

tags: 18+ (MDNI) angst, tears, talks of past predatory behaviors, grooming, financial abuse, small bit of violence in the beginning, crashout jey uso™, cherise needs a hug and jey is willing to give her that and more, "I love you", unprotected sex (be smart people!), pussy eating, fingering, praise, love bites, lots of kissing and touching, daddy kink (although very minimal), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, dirty talk, body worship, squirting, creampie, hand holding, aftercare, pet names (baby girl, mama, pretty girl, baby), fluffy aftercare, bubble baths, massages, pillow talk, jey is really taking care of our girl in this one.

word count: 10.6k words

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Cherise’s breath hitched.

Her eyes were locked on Jey’s hands. Big, bruised, still clenched tightly around Tremaine’s collar. The man lay crumpled on the gym floor, face swollen, nose bleeding, one eye already purple and nearly shut.

She barely registered Jimmy holding Jey back, the tense lines in his shoulders, the warning in his voice. All she could focus on was Jey’s chest rising and falling, the way his jaw clenched, teeth bared, eyes dark and wild with rage.

She’d seen Jey angry before. Seen him in the ring, all aggression and snarling confidence. Like a lion staking its claim. But this? This was different.

And the craziest part?

It shouldn’t have made her feel this way, shouldn’t have sent heat curling low in her belly, shouldn’t have made her pulse flutter the way it did. But seeing Jey…her Jey…furious, defending her honor like this, looking every bit of the protector she needed?

Fuck.

Something warm and thrilling shivered down her spine, heat blooming in her cheeks.

“Joshua,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost pleading.

Jey’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice. His eyeswild and dark just seconds before softened immediately, flickering with recognition and something else. Something vulnerable.

“Cherise,” he breathed, voice raw.

Her hands shook, fingers instinctively reaching out, brushing his cheek, coaxing his eyes away from Tremaine’s battered, bleeding body and back to her.

“Hey,” she murmured, voice gentler now. “C’mon, baby. Let him go. He ain’t worth it.”

Jey’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between her and Tremaine. But her touch, soft and warm against his cheek, seemed to anchor him, seemed to pull him back from the brink. His fingers flexed once, twice, before he finally released his grip with a low, frustrated snarl.

Tremaine crumpled to the floor with a pained groan, curling in on himself.

Jey’s hands were still shaking, his breath coming out in ragged pants. But he didn’t move. Didn’t look away from her. Just stared, eyes dark and tormented, chest heaving, like he was terrified she might vanish if he blinked.

“Come on,” Cherise whispered, threading her fingers through his, tugging him gently back. “We need to talk.”

Jey hesitated, gaze darting between her and Tremaine’s crumpled body. But when she squeezed his hand, soft and sure, he exhaled, shoulders slumping. His fingers tightened around hers, warm and rough and unsteady.

Jimmy and Trinity stood beside one another, with raised brows, glancing between two with a look that screamed “I told you so.”

But Jey just shook his head, muttering something low and dark under his breath before letting Cherise pull him towards the door.

♡

The drive back to her apartment was quiet.

Not the sharp, suffocating silence from before but something softer, laden with unspoken words and stolen glances. Cherise’s fingers twisted in the sleeves of Jey’s hoodie, the one she’d swiped weeks ago, still smelling faintly like him.

Jey’s knuckles were raw and bruised, gripping the steering wheel in a tight vice. His bottom lip busted from one of Tremaine’s desperate swings, split on one side, a smear of crimson painting the curve of his mouth.

But he didn’t seem to notice or care. Didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but every few minutes, they flickered to her—quick, worried, aching.

Cherise’s chest tightened.

She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hadn’t meant for Jey to get involved, to see the ugliest, most broken parts of her past. Hadn’t meant for him to bleed for her.

But God, the way he’d fought without hesitation, without mercy just because someone had dared to hurt her?

That did something dangerous to her heart.

She exhaled shakily, staring at her hands. “You’re bleeding,” she mumbled, voice small.

Jey’s eyes flicked to her, brows furrowing. “Ain’t nothin’, mama,” he muttered, but his voice was softer now, less rough around the edges.

Cherise bit her lip, fingers twisting tighter in the sleeves of his hoodie. “Let me take care of it,” she whispered.

Jey hesitated, jaw flexing. But then he exhaled, shoulders sagging.

“…Aight, baby girl.”

♡

Jey didn’t want to sit down.

In fact, he seemed more interested in pacing laps around her living room, shoulders bunched tight with restless energy, every few seconds running a hand over his face and scowling at the floor like it had personally wronged him.

Cherise watched him from the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, with a look of concern. Her eyes flickered to his busted lip, the bruise darkening on his cheek, and guilt twisted sharp in her stomach.

“You’re gonna reopen it if you keep doing that,” she muttered quietly, her voice soft.

Jey paused mid-step, turning to look at her, brows furrowing. “Huh?”

She gestured to his mouth, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “You keep licking it. You’re gonna make it worse.”

He blinked, like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it, then huffed, scowl deepening. “Ain’t nothin’. I’m fine.”

Cherise rolled her eyes. “Sit down.”

“Cherise.”

“Joshua.”

Jey’s jaw clenched. But then he sighed, grumbling under his breath, and finally, finally, dropped onto the couch beside her, knees spread, arms folded over his chest.

She bit back a smile, scooting a little closer, fingers twitching nervously in her lap. “Lemme see.”

“I said I’m fine, baby,” he muttered, though the way his eyes flickered to her lips said otherwise.

“Stop bein’ stubborn,” she huffed, cupping his jaw and turning his face gently towards her.

He froze, eyes going wide, breath hitching. And for a second, just a split second, his eyes dipped to her mouth, and Cherise’s pulse skipped.

Focus.

She leaned in, her thumb brushing carefully over his split lip, brow furrowing at the way he winced. “You’re not fine, dumbass,” she muttered softly. “This is gonna need peroxide.”

Jey snorted. “I had worse.”

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, rising to grab her first aid kit. “Sit still.”

Jey didn’t move when she walked back in.

Didn’t speak.

Just sat there, elbows on his thighs, jaw tight as his fingers laced together, bouncing anxiously. His entire body was still humming with leftover adrenaline. He could feel it in the twitch of his fists, the tightness in his chest, the ringing silence left in Tremaine’s wake.

And Cherise?

Cherise looked like she was about to cry again.

Not like earlier. Not like at the gym, when she’d rushed into the room like a woman possessed, like she was scared of what he might do. This was different. Softer. Quieter. Like something inside her had finally cracked open, and she didn’t know how to hold the pieces together anymore.

She knelt between his knees, first aid kit in her lap, and let her fingers brush gently under his chin.

“C’mere.”

Jey blinked down at her. “I said I’m—”

“If you say you’re fine one more time, Joshua…” Her voice was low, shaky, but laced with that same fire he always adored. “I swear to God, I will slap the lip off your face myself.”

He smirked. “Damn. You nursin’ me or threatenin’ me?”

“Both.”

“Soundin’ real toxic, mama.”

She rolled her eyes, but the tiniest curve tugged at her mouth. “You seem to like it though.”

“Mhmm.” His voice was low, but his eyes never left hers. “I do.”

Cherise swallowed hard and turned her attention to his lip. The cut was small but deep, split open just on the right side, already swelling. A small bruise was blooming along his cheekbone, and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

She hated it.

Hated knowing it was her fault he was like this.

“This gon’ sting,” she whispered.

“I’m good.”

“You always say that,” she muttered, dabbing the antiseptic on a cotton pad.

And when it touched the fragile skin, he flinched just a little.

Her brows drew together. “See?”

Jey grunted, his shoulders twitching. “Aight, you was right. That shit burn.”

“Mm. That’s what you get,” she murmured, her voice smaller now. “Stupid.”

Jey huffed a quiet laugh, watching her. His gaze flickered over her face, her lashes, the crease in her brows, the tension in her jaw. Her lips were tight, pressed together like she was holding something in. Like she was trying not to cry.

“You okay, mama?” he asked quietly.

Cherise didn’t answer.

She just kept cleaning, her fingers gentle, careful, brushing beneath his jaw, her eyes focused on anything but him.

Jey reached up, stilling her hand. “Cherise.”

She swallowed hard.

He used her name. Not Candy. Not some nickname of endearment. Just…her. And it hit something deep in her chest, something raw and old and broken.

“I’m okay,” she said quietly, dabbing the cotton against the busted corner of his lip once more.

He winced, but didn’t move.

“Lyin’,” he muttered.

She let out a soft breath. “Yeah. Kinda.”

He didn’t push. Just let her tend to him in silence, his hands resting on her thighs for balance, fingers splayed wide, warm and grounding.

"You really went after him," she whispered after a beat, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "You didn’t even hesitate."

Jey’s jaw clenched. “I told you. I ain’t lettin’ nobody play wit’ you like that.”

Her hand stilled. “You coulda got arrested, Joshua. You could’ve—he could press charges.”

“Let him,” he said, voice sharp. “Let that bitch press somethin’. He won’t walk straight for a month. I’ll take that case proud.”

Cherise gave him a look, half stern, half…helplessly soft. Because under all that fire, all that fury, was something real. Something hers.

"You didn’t have to do all that."

“Yes I did.” His voice dropped lower. “You ain’t see your face, Cherise. When you saw him. The way you froze up. The way you damn near disappeared on me in real time.”

She looked down.

“Baby,” he murmured, grasped her free hand. “What did he do to you?”

Her breath hitched.

“I ain’t askin’ to poke around in your pain,” he said gently. “I’m askin’ ‘cause I want you to let me hold some of it.”

Cherise’s throat closed.

She looked up at him, really looked, and saw nothing but sincerity. Kindness. Patience.

And love, maybe.

Even if he hadn’t said it yet.

Her hand trembled in his. “He…he made me hate myself.”

Jey’s gaze didn’t waver. “Tell me, mama.”

Her hands dropped to her lap.

She sat back, still on her knees between his legs, and stared at the floor for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I was eighteen,” she said quietly. “Young. Dumb. Thought I knew everything. And Tremaine…he was older. Charming. Said all the right things.”

Jey’s fingers tightened slightly on her thigh, but he said nothing.

“He used to buy me things. Clothes, food, let me crash at his place when I didn’t wanna go home. Told me he believed in me. That he wanted to help me get into nursing school after I graduated college. That I was special.”

Her voice cracked.

“But I wasn’t special. Not to him. I was just moldable.”

Jey’s jaw clenched. She saw it from the corner of her eye.

“He’s the one who put the idea of dancing in my head,” she said. “Told me it was empowering. Told me it would help me pay for school, give me control over my own life and I trusted him.”

Jey brushed his thumb along her thigh, slow, reassuring.

“But it was never really mine. He chose the name. Candy.” Her lip curled, disgusted.

Jey lifted a brow. “Why that?”

“I used to keep candy in my purse.” She glanced up, her eyes glassy but dry. “When I was little. I’d have very bad anxiety. Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t breathe. So my dad used to buy me these lil’ peppermints. Said if I started panickin’, I should take one. Focus on the taste. Let it ground me.” She paused, her voice hitching. “It was stupid, but it helped.”

Jey nodded and let her continue.

“After he died, I started keepin’ ‘em with me everywhere. Even now, I still got some in my bag.” Her voice cracked. “It made me feel safe, I guess. Like…like I could control somethin’. Like maybe I wouldn’t spiral if I had somethin’ sweet on my tongue.”

Her voice hardened a little as she let herself finally unpack the baggage she held onto for years. “I told him about the candies one night—dumb, I know—and next thing I know, I show up to the club for my first shift and he’s like, ‘Yo, Candy. That’s your name now.’” Her mouth twisted. “Candy sounded like temptation. Like somethin’ you ain’t supposed to have. Somethin’ sweet you suck on. His words, not mine.”

Jey’s jaw ticked.

Cherise looked down at her hands. “I hated it. Hated how easy it was to let him talk me into everything. ‘You got a pretty face, baby. That’s money right there.’ ‘You don’t gotta do nothin’ you don’t wanna do.’ ‘It’s just dancin’, Cherise. You ain’t fuckin’ nobody.’” Her voice turned bitter. “But it was never just dancin’. Not to him.”

Jey leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees, his hands coming to rest gently on her thighs.

“He made you feel like you didn’t have a choice,” Jey said softly. His voice low and sure, as his fingers stayed wrapped around her thighs like he was trying to keep her grounded. To keep her here.

Cherise nodded slowly, her throat tight. “He ain’t just made me feel like it… He took my choices. Like they were his to begin with.”

She paused, her nails digging gently into her palms. “He used to do this thing where he called me by my name when I did somethin’ he didn’t like, and Candy when I was what he needed me to be.”

Her lips twisted.

“After a while, I stopped even hearing Cherise. Felt like…she ain’t even exist no more. Like she died the day my mom did.”

Jey’s expression looked pained at the sentence.

Cherise scoffed to herself. “Yeah. That’s what he said too. Said Cherise was too soft and scared. Said Candy was the one who knew how to survive.”

Jey’s jaw flexed tightly. Almost as if he has the urge to run out and hunt the bastard down for round two.

“And the worst part is?” she said, her voice cracking. “I started believing him. I started separating the two in my head like I had to kill off the soft part of me just to make it out. Like my mother didn’t die bringing me into this world, so I could fuckin’ live in it.”

Her vision blurred again, her breathing shallow.

“And then that party…” Her voice was a whisper now, barely there. “That was when I realized I was just a prop to him.”

Jey leaned forward, his hands sliding gently up her thighs, grasping onto one of her hands, waiting patiently.

“He invited me out like we was goin’ somewhere fancy—told me to wear somethin’ cute, somethin’ tight. Like it was a lil’ dinner date. Said he wanted to treat me for being good.”

Jey’s expression darkened.

“I showed up lookin’ nice. Real nice. Hair pressed and curled, heels on, this red dress I bought with the tips I hid from him.” She laughed bitterly. “And I walk in with him to this suite in Buckhead… and it’s a fuckin’ bachelor party.”

She paused.

“My name was already on the damn flyer.”

Jey blinked. “Flyer?”

“They printed flyers, Jey. My face. My stage name. ‘Special guest: Candy.’ And he never told me. Never asked. Just… threw me to the wolves. Gave me a g-string and a bottle of liquor and told me to make him look good.”

Her throat bobbed. She could barely speak now.

“I ain’t never felt that small in my life,” she whispered. “They was shoutin’, laughin’, throwin’ money before I even touched the pole. One of his boys grabbed me…like full on grabbed me and Tremaine just stood there. Watchin’. Smilin’ like he was bein’ turned on by me being uncomfortable.”

Cherise didn’t notice the way her voice cracked. The way her face crumpled. The way the first tear slipped down her cheek until it landed right on his thigh. “And when I decided to leave him for good, He ran off with all of my money. Every dollar I was savin’ for school. He claimed I ‘owed’ him. That it was his severance package or some dumb shit.”

“I’m twenty eight and I’m still trying to pull my eighteen year old self out of that room. And I never got to tell my story. People just assumed I was fast. That I liked it. But I was groomed, Jey. I was a kid.”

The last word broke something inside her.

And maybe it was the way he stayed so still.

Maybe it was the way his hand didn’t leave hers, or the way his thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow and soft.

He rested his forehead against hers, his hands gripping her thighs.

“I’m sorry, Cherise” he whispered, voice raw. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and this time, she didn’t hide them. She didn’t pull away when Jey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her temple, then the wet corner of her eye.

“I didn’t let Candy die though,” she whispered. “I remade her.”

She looked up then, her eyes red rimmed but defiant.

“I made her mine.”

“I picked my own outfits. My own music. I stopped dancin’ for money and started dancin’ for control. I started sayin’ no. I made my own schedule. I got selective with my dances, who I gave my energy to. Candy became someone I chose to be. Not someone I had to be to survive.”

Her voice thickened. “You remember that night when we met? And I picked you for VIP?”

Jey nodded slowly.

“I picked you,” she whispered. “Because I saw something soft in your eyes. Not just hunger. You didn’t look at me like I was somethin’ to consume. You looked at me like I was worth bein’ seen.”

“And when I saw you again after all that time,” she murmured, “I thought maybe… just maybe, I could let someone in. Let you in. But then Tremaine showed up.”

Jey’s expression shifted to something dark and protective. “He was at your apartment?”

“He came to my door, Jey,” she whispered. “Three weeks ago. That’s why I pushed you away.”

Jey’s face turned cold, but he didn’t interrupt. He just kept his hand on her skin, like he was holding her safely…grounding her.

“I wanted to believe you were different,” she choked out. “But when he said all that shit…about you just wantin’ what I could give you? It just…it felt too real. Like maybe I was stupid for thinkin’ this could be more.”

“Nah,” Jey said sharply, his voice low and certain. “Never.”

Cherise blinked. “But why?”

Jey pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

“You really think I’m that kinda dude?”

Cherise shook her head quickly. “No. I don’t. Not really. I just…I didn’t think someone like you could want someone like me.”

Jey face fell. His voice dropped, low and thick.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause you’re Jey Uso,” she exclaimed. “You’re world tours. You’re stadium lights. You’re championships. And I’m just someone tryin’ to piece her life back together.”

“You not just anything,” he said, his voice a growl. “You are everything. You hear me?”

Cherise blinked almost as if she couldn’t believe what she is hearing.

“I saw you,” he murmured. “From the jump. And you ain’t never had to pick between Candy and Cherise for me. I want all of it, baby girl. Every version of you. The one who smiles soft, and the one who bites back.”

She inhaled shakily, her fingers tightening around his.

“I ain’t just tryna see you naked in the club,” he said, brushing his thumb over her lips, careful of the bruise. “I’m tryna see you in the morning light. In scrubs. With your books all laid out on that little ass coffee table I organized.”

Cherise let out a breathy laugh through the tears, covering her face. “You really did organize my shit…”

“I did.” He smirked gently. “Color-coded and everything which..you welcome.”

She giggled into her hands, her voice watery and broken and warm.

“You paid my tuition,” she whispered, finally letting the words out.

Jey’s smile faltered. He sat back a little, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes still on hers.

“I did.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a second, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Because you deserve it,” he said simply.“It shouldn’t take a miracle or working yourself to death for you to get what you need. You was already fightin’ for it on your own and I just wanted to make it a little easier.”

Cherise’s throat closed. “That’s a lot of money, Jey.”

“I know.”

“You ain’t even tell me.”

“Didn’t want to. It wasn’t about credit, mama. It was about you.” His voice dropped. “All I wanted was to see you win and succeed.”

Her lip trembled, and she reached for him before she could stop herself, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck. He caught her instantly, arms strong around her back, his hands cradling her like she was something precious.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so so sorry, Jey.”

“Nah,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her temple. “You ain’t gotta apologize for protectin’ your peace.”

“I thought I had to do it all alone.”

“You don’t.” His voice was thick, trembling at the edges. “Not no more.”

Cherise sniffled, pulling back just enough to look at him and her eyes dropped to his arm, the butterfly inked on the inside of his bicep.

Her breath caught.

“You put that in the note.”

“I did,” he murmured, eyes on hers. “I knew you’d know it was me.”

Her fingers reached out, tracing the soft lines of the tattoo, her touch feather-light. “Why the butterfly?”

His lips curled.

“Because they survive shit they ain’t supposed to,” he said softly. “They start out as somethin’ small and ugly and stuck, but when it’s time? They grow wings and fly.”

Cherise couldn’t breathe.

Jey leaned in slowly, brushing his forehead to hers, their noses grazing. “You my butterfly, baby.”

Her breath hitched. “Jey…”

“Yes, baby?” he responds, lips ghosting over hers.

“…Please stay.” she whispers against his lips.

Jey didn’t hesitate to capture her lips with his own.

♡

The bedroom was dim.

Quiet.

Soft shadows stretched across the walls, the room smelling faintly like vanilla and her body butter. Cherise’s curls were tied up high, but a few strands had fallen loose around her face. Her cheeks were still flushed, her full lips parted slightly as she watched him from the foot of the bed.

Jey’s eyes raked over her slowly.

From the delicate slope of her shoulders to the curve of her waist under the hoodie, to the thick thighs visible just beneath the hem, bare and gleaming from where she’d been curled against him earlier.

His voice came out low. Rough.

“You sure, mama? We don’t have to-”

She cut him off with a nod. One, slow but sure. “I’m sure. I’m done runnin’.”

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, lifting a hand to trace the line of her jaw with his thumb. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, eyes fluttering as his palm slid to cup her cheek.

“Aight,” he murmured, dipping his head.

“I’ma take my time then.”

The kiss wasn’t urgent.

It was deep. Slow. All tongue and teeth and soft moans slipping between them as Cherise melted against him.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer until there was no space between their bodies. Just heat and tension and years of wanted to be loved the right way finally unraveling at the seams.

Jey growled low when her hips brushed his, his hands sliding up under the hoodie, palms dragging over soft, bare skin.

“You got nothin’ on under here?” he murmured against her mouth.

“Maybe.”

“Girl…”

His hands roamed higher until they found the curve of her waist, thumbs brushing the sides of her ribs. His breath hitched when he felt the under curve of her breasts which were bare, soft, and warm.

Cherise smirked against his lips. “Listen…I was comfy before I ran out to stop you from killing that man.”

“Seems like you tryna kill me tonight,” Jey muttered, kissing her harder.

She let out a breathless laugh that turned into a gasp as he slid the hoodie up over her head, lifting her arms and dragging it free in one smooth motion.

Then he froze.

Jey’s gaze raked over her bare chest like a man starving.

God, she was beautiful.

Rich brown skin soft and glowing in the lamplight. Full breasts, heavy, topped with deep brown nipples already stiff from anticipation. The soft curve of her belly, the stretch of her waist, the plush of her thighs.

He took a step back just to look.

“You gon’ make me say it again,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Damn, mama.”

Cherise flushed, but didn’t cover herself. Not this time.

Not with the way he was lookin’ at her.

Not when she could see admiration in his eyes.

“I’m nothin’ special,” she whispered.

Jey’s head snapped up.

He stepped forward, slid his arms around her waist, and lifted her onto the edge of the bed like she weighed nothing.

Then he knelt between her thighs and looked up at her with that same focused intensity he gave the first night they met.

“Lemme tell you somethin’,” he said, voice low. “You everything, baby girl. I ain’t never wanted nobody like I want you. You sittin’ up here actin’ like you regular, and I’m out here ready to go to war over you girl.”

Cherise let out a soft laugh but it caught in her throat when his mouth pressed to her chest.

Jey kissed her breast first, soft and slow. His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing it until it hardened, then he sucked it between his lips, deep and slow, like he wanted to taste every inch.

Cherise gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head.

“J-Joshua…”

“Mmm,” he hummed, switching sides, letting his teeth graze the peak before sucking it again.

The pressure, the heat, the devotion in the way he kissed her made her whole body tighten. Her thighs shifted, hips rolling forward just slightly as he mouthed and licked over the swells of her chest like she was dessert.

“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured, dragging his tongue down her sternum. “So fuckin’ soft. Got me losin’ my mind.”

Cherise whimpered as he laid her back slowly on the mattress, climbing up to hover over her.

His shirt was still on so she tugged it.

“You always got somethin’ to pull off me,” he teased, stripping it in one smooth motion.

And when his shirt dropped to the floor, God, she could have sworn her mouth watered.

The tattoos, the muscle, the sheer weight of him above her. The way the butterfly curled just inside his bicep.

He caught her staring.

“You still thinkin’ ‘bout that note?”

She nodded.

“I ain’t write that just to be cute,” he said softly. “I wrote it ‘cause it’s real. You really do deserve all this. You deserve me takin’ my time wit’ you. You deserve to be held right.”

He dipped his head, lips brushing her jaw.

“Kissed right.”

Down her neck.

“Tasted right.”

His tongue traced her collarbone, slow, teasing.

“Loved right.”

Cherise’s body arched as he pressed his lips lower.

Jey’s mouth dragged down the soft slope of her belly, his hands spreading wide over the plush of her thighs, his palms so big they made her look even softer beneath him.

Cherise trembled.

The cool air kissed over her damp skin, every inch of her buzzing from the slow trail of his kisses. She could feel his breath ghosting over the waistband of her panties . The delicate lace in deep red, damp in the center from how long she’d been aching for him.

Jey’s fingers slid under the waistband, and he looked up at her. Controlled. Focused. Dangerous.

“You want this off, baby?” he murmured, voice low and full of promise.

Cherise nodded, but he didn’t move.

“Use them words, pretty girl.”

Her breath caught. “Yes. Please.”

“Mmm.” Jey’s smirk deepened, and he tugged the lace down her thighs slow, like he was unwrapping a gift he’d waited too long to open.

And when he saw her?

Spread open, glistening, already soaked for him?

His mouth dropped open like he’d just seen God.

“Shit, mama…” he groaned, dragging two fingers slowly along her folds, collecting the slick there, then rubbing small, gentle circles over her clit. “You already this wet for me?”

Cherise whimpered, hips twitching.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Jey chuckled darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing over her inner thigh. “Say less.”

Then he lowered his mouth to her.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow and deep. Cherise gasped, her thighs flexing instinctively around his head, but Jey didn’t stop. He just gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as he devoured her.

Long, lazy licks through her velvety folds, flicks of his tongue over her clit, then back down again, teasing her open, tasting her like it was his purpose of living .

“F-fuck…” she moaned, her head tipping back against the pillows.

He was relentless. Every flick of his tongue was intentional. Every moan he pulled from her was earned.

And he loved every second of it.

“Mm,” Jey hummed against her, his voice low and muffled in her heat. “You know how sweet this pussy is, baby? Been dreamin’ about this taste.”

He sucked her clit between his lips, slow and deep.

Cherise cried out, her hips bucking, her fingers flying down to twist in his hair.

Her thighs were trembling now, soft brown skin quivering as pleasure coiled low and hot in her belly.

Jey kept going, flattening his tongue and dragging it up from her dripping entrance to her clit again and again until her whole body was trembling.

Then two thick, long fingers slid inside her at once, curling just right against her walls, stroking her open.

Her back arched off the bed.

“J-Jey!”

“That’s it, mama,” he whispered, his breath hot against her core. “Lemme hear you.”

He fucked her slow with his fingers, his tongue working in tandem. The rhythm deliberate, intoxicating, like he was building her up slow just to watch her fall apart.

Her breath stuttered, chest heaving, her nipples tight and peaked, her curls sticking to her temples.

She was soaked.

The obscene sound of his fingers pumping into her echoed in the room, mixing with her breathy moans, and it made his cock throb in his sweats.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her thighs squeezing around his head.

“You close, baby?” he murmured, his lips gliding over her clit. “You gon’ cum for me?”

She nodded helplessly.

But again, he made her say it.

“Tell me.”

“I’m—I’m gonna—” her voice broke into a moan as his tongue circled her clit again. “I’m gonna cum—please don’t stop—”

That was all he needed.

He sucked her clit harder, thrust his fingers deeper and her whole body snapped.

Her back arched, thighs trembling, mouth falling open in a silent cry as the orgasm crashed over her in hot, pulsing waves.

“Fuckfuckfuck—J-Jey, oh my God—”

Her body convulsed around his fingers, soaking his hand, the wet sounds of her release enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, licking her through it, slow and greedy. “That’s it, baby. Lemme taste all of it.”

He didn’t stop until she was squirming, gasping, her body too sensitive to handle the way he worshipped her.

He pressed one last kiss to her clit before pulling back, his mouth and beard shining with her slick.

She blinked up at him, breathless and fucked-out, chest heaving.

Jey smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Still think I came back for the pussy?” he rasped.

Cherise could barely speak.

She blinked at him, her chest heaving, curls wild, sweat beading down the curve of her temple. Her skin glowed warm and flushed, her legs still trembling from the orgasm he pulled from her with nothing but that sinful mouth.

And her heart?

Thudding wild in her chest.

He leaned over her slowly, his body caging hers in, and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

Her lashes fluttered.

“You good, baby girl?”

She nodded, dazed.

“You sure?”

“Don’t be smug,” she whispered, cheeks flushed.

He grinned.

“I ain’t smug, mama,” he murmured, voice dipping low as he kissed the corner of her mouth, soft and delicate. “I’m in awe.”

Her breath caught.

Because he wasn’t teasing. His voice was thick with sincerity, his eyes warm, lips brushing hers like she was made of glass.

His hands stayed on her the whole time palming her hips, tracing the curve of her ass, gripping her thighs possessively like he couldn’t believe she was real.

She reached for him, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats and whispered, “Take ‘em off,” earning a groan low in his throat.

“Damn, baby. You bossy..”

She smiled, pulling them down slowly, revealing his thick length. Brown, heavy, veined and already leaking at the tip.

“Jey…”

“Yeah?” he rasped, watching her hand wrap around him.

Her thumb slid over the head, collecting the precum, and his breath caught.

“You gon’ let me have a taste?”

He bit his lip. “Eventually.”

“Eventually?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, baby.” He pulled her hand away gently, flipping her onto her back. “But I gotta be inside you first.”

He lowered himself again, his chest pressed to hers, and slid his hand between her thighs.

Fingers brushed her soaked folds, then guided himself to her entrance.

“You ready, baby?”

She nodded, trembling.

Jey’s mouth brushed her ear.

“Use them words, baby girl.”

“I’m ready,” she breathed.

Jey filled her slow and deep.

The thick head of his dick stretched her open inch by inch, his hips pressing forward with a groan that shook her bones. “Mmmf—fuck, baby girl…”

Cherise’s mouth fell open, her back arching as her fingers scrambled for purchase on his shoulders.

Every nerve in her body lit up.

She’d taken him before but not like this.

Not with this heat in the air. Not with all that tension and desperation simmering beneath the surface. Not after crying in his arms, after spilling her deepest wounds, only for him to look her dead in the eye like she was the most precious thing he ever touched.

And now he was inside her.

Thick. Heavy. Warm.

“Fffffuuuuuck,” she gasped, fingers clawing at his inked back.

Jey chuckled low and dark, his forehead pressed to hers. He pulled back just enough to slam back in, the force making her tits bounce, a sharp moan ripping from her throat.

“Shhh, I got you, baby,” he whispered against her neck, voice low and breathless. “Relax f’me. Just like that. You takin’ me so good.”

He pushed deeper, his hips rolling forward until he was seated all the way in, his heavy length stretching her in that perfect, dizzying way.

Cherise whimpered.

His grip tightened on her hips, holding her in place while he set a rhythm. Every stroke dragged along her walls, thick and slow, the head of his dick tapping her g-spot just right, again and again.

Her thighs clenched around his waist, trying to ground herself. “Oh my god…”

“Yeah,” Jey groaned, holding still for a moment, his forehead pressed to hers. “Feel that, mama? That’s me in this sweet lil’ pussy.”

She whimpered, trying to respond but he caught her mouth in a hot, sloppy kiss, stealing whatever comeback she had on the tip of her tongue.

Tongues colliding and teeth lightly scraping against each other.

She sucked on his bottom lip, then moaned into his mouth as he drove into her again, this time harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

Jey’s chain swung lightly across her chest, catching on her nipple, cold metal teasing her sensitive skin with every pump.

“You hear that?” he panted, cock grinding deep. “That’s you, baby. That’s how fuckin’ wet you are for me.”

Cherise’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, tighter. The stretch was so good, so nasty she could feel the pressure building again, that tight knot coiling low in her belly.

“I missed you,” she moaned, nails dragging down his back.

“I know you did,” Jey rasped, biting her throat. “You act tough, but this pussy been missin’ me.”

His teeth grazed the sweet spot under her jaw, and he sucked hard. A deep, dark bruise bloomed against her neck, and Cherise loved it.

She moaned louder, her hips rolling to meet his strokes, her curls sticking to her face as she lost herself in the rhythm.

“You like that, huh?” he growled, sucking another hickey into her chest. “Like when I mark you up?”

She nodded furiously, breath catching.

“Mmm, fuck, baby…” His lips found her collarbone, dragging hot kisses across it. “Look at you. All that sass and you still foldin’ on me.”

Her hand slapped weakly at his chest. “Shut up…”

He chuckled against her skin. “Say you love it.”

Cherise whimpered, her head buried in his shoulder.

“Say it, baby girl,” he murmured, nipping at her jaw. “Say you love when I fuck you like this.”

She cried out when he rolled his hips hard, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, fuck—I-I love it, Jey, I—oooh my god…”

“That’s my girl.” He bit down gently on her throat, leaving a warm, stinging mark behind. “This pussy mine now, huh?”

“Y-yeah..fuck..yes!”

“Yeah it’s mine?”

“It’s yours,” she moaned, back arching, nails digging into his biceps. “God, Jey—fuck!”

He grinned, satisfied.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed soft and rhythmic through the apartment—his hips grinding into hers in long, deep strokes, dragging moans from her throat she didn’t even know she could make.

Jey kissed her everywhere.

The slope of her nose.

Her cheeks.

Her shoulder.

Her breasts.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and groaned, tongue circling it slow before giving it a gentle bite.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he muttered between kisses. “Don’t ever let nobody tell you different.”

Cherise whimpered, hands threading through his curls.

“I mean that shit,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “You hear me?”

She nodded, dazed.

But that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.”

She swallowed hard. “I hear you.”

“Say you believe it.”

“I…” Her throat tightened. “I’m trying.”

He kissed her. Deep. Long.

His tongue slid slow into her mouth, curling against hers as he poured everything he couldn’t say into that kiss. His care, his hunger, his love even if he hadn’t said the word yet.

And when he pulled back?

Her eyes were wet again.

But not from pain.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered against her lips. “You ain’t gotta try alone no more. You got me.”

Her heart cracked open.

And this time, when she pulled him back down, the kiss was different.

Desperate. Needy.

Full of emotion neither of them could hide anymore.

He pulled out slow—too slow—and before she could whine, he flipped her effortlessly onto her stomach.

Cherise gasped, bracing herself on her elbows as he dragged her hips up into the air.

“Arch that back for me,” he grunted, slapping her ass hard.

Smack.

She cried out, eyes fluttering.

“That’s it baby, arch it,” he instructed, gripping the back of her neck, forcing her head down while her ass stayed high.

“There you go.”

He slid the tip of his dick through her slick folds, teasing her, tapping against her clit before lining back up. He slid back into her with ease, the new angle hitting different. She screamed silently into the pillow, her fists balling up the sheets as he fucked into her.

Cherise was a mess.

Face down, ass up, hair wild, drool smudging the pillow.

The squelch of wetness and slapping skin was nasty. So nasty she should’ve been embarrassed. But the way he was fucking her? She couldn’t be embarrassed.

He grabbed a handful of her ass and spread her open, watching himself disappear inside her over and over, his dick shiny and soaked in her arousal with a creamy ring around the base.

“Daaamn,” he groaned. “You see this shit, baby?”

She whimpered into the pillow.

Jey chuckled darkly, dragging her hips back into each thrust, deeper, making her thighs quake.

“You ain’t tappin’ out yet, are you?”

“Nuh uh,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please..don’t fuckin’ stop.”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

He pulled out and flipped her again, this time onto her side. One leg thrown over his shoulder, his hips angled deep, his arm was slung under her neck, holding her close, his other hand working slow, tight circles over her slick, swollen clit. He slid back into her slow, thick and heavy, her walls clenching around him like they missed him even after only seconds apart.

Cherise was a fucking mess.

Breathless, squirming, moaning, her pretty brown skin slick with sweat, her curls a halo of chaos around her flushed face as her hand clutched his forearm, nails biting into his inked skin as she buried her face in the pillow, lips swollen, thighs trembling.

“Ohh my God, Jey…”

He groaned into her neck, biting down gently, kissing the red mark after. “You feel me, baby?”

“Mhm…uh-huh…” she whimpered, voice all breath and heat. “So f-fuckin’ deep…”

Jey dragged his tongue up the column of her throat, fingers never stopping their rhythm, his hips grinding slow, deep strokes that made her cry out with every roll.

"Yeah…that’s it, mama," he murmured, voice low, thick with hunger. "Keep sayin’ it. Let me hear how good this shit feel.”

“I—It feels s-so good,” Cherise whimpered, throwing her head back against the pillow. “Fuck, Jey…”

“You gon’ cum again for me, baby girl?” he rasped, his teeth brushing her earlobe. “You close?”

She nodded desperately, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching around him, already so sensitive from the last few orgasms he pulled from her.

Jey couldn’t breathe.

Not with Cherise beneath him like this.

Flushed, needy, soft, her thigh wrapped around his waist, her fingers locked tight around his wrist like she was holding on for dear life.

His girl.

His everything.

She was soaking for him. Warm and slick, her pussy pulsing around his dick, her body trembling with every slow roll of his hips. Every deep, steady stroke had her gasping, whining, whimpering like he was inside her soul.

And he gave it to her.

All of him.

Every inch. Every kiss. Every breath.

His forehead pressed to hers, hips grinding deep, their bodies slick with sweat and heat.

She reached up, brushing the curls from his face, her fingers trailing over the scruff lining his jaw.

And then…she said it.

“I love you, Jey.”

Jey froze.

The words didn’t just hit, they detonated.

And she meant it.

He saw it in her eyes.

Big and brown, glistening with tears and bliss, her lips swollen, trembling, her voice wrecked. But there was no fear there. No hesitation. Just her, raw and open beneath him, handing over her heart like she already knew he’d never break it.

His hands flexed on her thighs. His throat worked around the lump suddenly forming there.

“What you just say, baby?” His voice was low and fragile.

Cherise blinked up at him, chest heaving, her voice shaky but solid.

“I love you, Jey,” she whispered again. “I love you.”

Jey’s whole chest caved.

And the he kissed her. Hard. Slow and deep, tongue tangled with hers, his fingers tangled in her curls as his heart practically embedded itself into hers.

"You love me, huh?" he rasped, forehead resting against hers.

She nodded, brushing her nose against his, breath catching.

“Say it again.”

He rolled his hips into her, slow, filthy, every stroke dragging over that sweet spot that made her legs shake.

“I love you,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

Jey groaned, lips brushing hers, his heart slamming behind his ribs. “Mmm, yeah, you do.”

He kissed her again.

But this time his hands moved.

Slid up her arms, smooth and commanding, until he caught both wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Say it one more time, mama,” he growled. “Let me hear that shit while I’m deep in this pussy.”

“F-fuck—” she gasped as his hips snapped forward again. “I—I love you, Jey!”

Jey lost it.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, driving into her harder, deeper, the bed creaking beneath them like it couldn’t take much more.

He wasn’t rough. Not in the slightest. He worshipped her.

He touched her like she was holy, kissed her like he was praying, and fucked her like she was the only woman in the universe.

His hands explored every inch of her skin—dark, warm, golden brown under the soft lamp light, kissed with stretch marks and curves that ruined him. His mouth found the swell of her breasts, dragging his tongue over her nipple before sucking slow, deep, making her arch with a ragged cry.

“J-Jey…” She whined.

He switched sides, licking up a bead of sweat trailing down her cleavage before dragging his tongue over her other nipple, sucking until it was swollen, shiny, his hand kneading the other with slow, greedy palms.

“You feel that, baby?” he whispered, mouth dragging to her neck, where he licked and kissed his way up to the soft spot beneath her ear. He found her hands again, laced their fingers together and held them above her head, pressing them back into the pillows.

“Y-yeah,” she sobbed, breathless.

“Mmm, nah, say it real sweet for me. Tell Daddy what you feelin’.”

“I—I feel you, Jey,” she choked. “I feel you everywhere.”

“Yeah, you do,” he growled. “All in this lil’ pussy, stretchin’ you out, takin’ you so deep. You love that shit, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she gasped.

“Uh-huh?” he teased, kissing down her jaw, his fingers still tangled with hers, their hands crushed into the pillows above her head.

“Y-yeah,” she whimpered.

His lips brushed behind her ear, breath hot and filthy. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, voice shaking. Jey groaned, voice low and cracked, eyes wild with lust.

“You so fuckin’ good to me, baby girl,” he whispered, moving their locked hands so he could kiss the inside of her wrist. “So sweet. So perfect. Love this lil’ body. Love this lil’ pussy. I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

Cherise broke.

She shattered in his arms.

Her mouth dropped open in a breathless cry, her thighs shaking violently as her orgasm rolled through her in thick, blinding waves. Her walls clamped down around his dick, milking him, sucking him in deeper, and Jey almost blacked out from how tight she got.

“Fuck,” He cursed low and thick, trying to hold on, trying to breathe through the way her pussy was gripping his dick.

But there was no holding back. Not when she looked at him like that. Not when she told him she loved him.

His pace stuttered, his grip tightening,,“F-fuck, baby,” he groaned, his body jerking as he spilled hot ropes spilled her, deep, thick, and heavy.

Cherise held him tight, arms sliding around his back, pulling him close while he buried his face in her neck, whispering her name like a prayer.

And when it was over, when the aftershocks of their orgasms began to fade and his breath evened out, they stayed tangled up in each other. Jey brushed his thumb down her thigh, then traced slow circles over her wrist where he still held her hand.

His other hand slid across her belly, feeling the faint twitch of aftershocks still rippling through her.

Jey didn’t move right away.

He stayed wrapped around her, holding her like she might float away if he let go, their bodies tangled in damp sheets, hearts still hammering slow and heavy against each other’s chests.

Cherise blinked up at the ceiling, still dazed, her body thrumming from the aftershocks of everything they just did. Her skin was sticky with sweat and slick, her thighs trembling from how hard she’d come. She should’ve felt wrecked. But instead? she just felt…whole.

Jey pressed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss against the curve of her neck, his beard tickling her cheek. Cherise’s eyes fell on him, a slow, tired smile pulling at her lips.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet all at once.

Jey grinned, lazy and lopsided, dimples deep. "Hey, pretty girl."

For a moment, neither of them moved, just…looking.

Taking it in.

Breathing it in.

Then Jey chuckled low in his throat and pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon, mama. Let’s get you cleaned up. I done wore you out."

Cherise smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth tugging up. “Mmhmm.”

Jey kissed her forehead, then slowly, carefully, rolled off her, leaving a trail of kisses down her arm. She whimpered quietly at the loss of his warmth, but when she peeked at him through her lashes, he was already standing beside the bed, tugging his boxers back on and stretching his arms above his head, muscles flexing deliciously in the soft light.

Cherise whined softly but let him pull her up into a sitting position.

Her whole body ached in that delicious, used way. Her thighs sore, her core throbbing, her neck and breasts marked with love bites she already knew she was gonna have to cover up for clinicals.

Worth it.

Jey bent down, sliding his arms under her body, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Cherise yelped, smacking his chest lightly. “Boy! I can walk!” Jey just smirked, his gold chain glinting against his chest. “I’on wanna hear that shit. You my girl. I’m carryin’ you.”

Cherise melted.

No point arguing when he said it like that.

She tucked her face into his neck, breathing in the mix of his sweat, his cologne, and something distinctly him. It wrapped around her like a safety blanket.

Jey carried her down the short hall to the bathroom, nudging the door open with his foot.

He set her down gently on the edge of the tub, giving her a quick peck on the lips before crouching down to run the water.

The faucet squeaked a little as he twisted the knobs, steam quickly filling the room. He fiddled with the temperature, letting it get nice and warm but not too hot, just the way she liked it.

“You want bubbles, mama?” he teased, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

Cherise gave him a sleepy, sassy look. “I always want bubbles.”

He chuckled and grabbed the fancy vanilla and honey-scented bubble bath she kept on the counter next to her body scrubs. Poured a generous amount under the running water until the tub filled with thick, fluffy foam. He also dropped in one of her bath bombs, the glittery pink one she never used unless she really needed a self care day.

She watched him in silence, something soft and full tugging at her heart as he moved. Shirtless, sweat still glistening on his brown skin, tattoos flexing over muscle and bone. But it was the care in his movements that did it. The way he tested the water again, adjusted it for her. The way he reached for her towel, fluffed it, and set it near the edge of the tub like he’d always belonged here.

While it filled, Cherise grabbed her phone from the counter and flipped on a playlist. Snoh Aalegra’s voice filled the room, sultry and smooth, fitting the intimacy that bloomed between the two.

Jey turned back to her, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her face, his thumb lingering along her jawline.

“Get in, pretty girl,” he said, voice all soft gravel.

Cherise smiled shyly and climbed into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a content sigh. It lapped up her shoulders, bubbles clinging to her brown skin, and instantly started easing the aches deep in her muscles.

Jey watched her, eyes hungry and tender all at once, like he couldn’t believe she was real.

“Damn, you look good even sittin’ in bubbles,” he muttered, stripping off his boxers and stepping in behind her.

Cherise giggled, wiggling back against his chest once he settled, his legs bracketing her hips, his arms wrapping around her middle.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, utterly boneless.

They soaked in silence for a few minutes, the water sloshing gently as Jey shifted to press slow, lazy kisses to her damp shoulder, her temple, her cheek.

Then Jey reached for a loofah, soaping it up with slow, deliberate hands. "Let me take care of you, baby," he murmured.

He washed her slowly, starting with her back, dragging the warm cloth in slow circles over her soft skin, pausing to kiss the nape of her neck every now and then. Then her arms, lifting them gently, his big hands squeezing and massaging as he cleaned.

When he got to her chest, he hesitated.

"You trust me?" he murmured low against her ear.

Cherise nodded, breath hitching.

"Good," he said, so soft it made her eyes sting. "Gon’ take my time with you, baby."

He cupped her breasts reverently, sliding the cloth over her nipples, washing them slow and tender, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone between strokes.

Cherise whimpered, her body arching into his hands.

"Relax, baby,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. "Just takin’ care of what’s mine."

She melted into him, letting him soap every inch of her—down her thighs, over her knees, between her toes, laughing when he tickled her and groaning when he got too close to her pussy without meaning to.

"Mm-mm," she said, catching his wrist. "We tryin’ to get clean, she’s closed for business.”

Jey chuckled low, licking at the shell of her ear. "You sure, baby? ‘Cause one lil’ moan and I’ma forget what mission we on."

She laughed, leaning back against him fully, feeling his heart beat steady against her back.

“She is closed for business, Joshua," she teased.

He pressed another kiss to her shoulder. "Whatever you say, pretty girl."

He ran his hands over her arms, slow and soothing, tracing the curves he already knew by heart.

“You so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against her skin. “I swear to God.”

Cherise blushed, biting her lip.

Her hand reached up to rest over his, their fingers intertwining lazily beneath the bubbles.

They sat like that, breathing each other in, for what felt like forever.

The music changed ushering in Jodeci. Jey chuckled low in her ear, his chest rumbling against her back. “Ayy, this my shit.”

Cherise laughed softly. “You so old, Jey.”

“Nah, you just a baby, mama. I’m cultured.”

She snorted. “Cultured, my ass.”

He squeezed her gently around the waist, his teeth grazing her shoulder playfully. “Watch your mouth, lil' girl.”

Cherise giggled, wriggling against him, sending ripples across the bath.

“Mmm, you so wild,” he murmured, smiling into her skin. “I love it.”

Her heart skipped.

Even now, even post-orgasm, post-vulnerability, post-everything…he said it so easy.

I love it.

Like loving her was easy and natural.

She turned slightly, enough to see his face, wet hair clinging to his forehead, bubbles sticking to the tribal tattoos on his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what, baby girl?”

“For…caring. For not running. For still being here. Even when I gave you every reason to.”

Jey’s eyes softened, his hand coming up to cradle her jaw gently, thumb brushing across her cheek.

He kissed the curve of her shoulder. “You ain’t never gotta thank me for that.”

Her voice dipped softer. “I was scared you wouldn’t wanna deal with all of it.”

“Baby girl,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Ain’t nothin’ you could tell me that would make me walk away. That ain’t how I’m built. Especially not when it’s you.”

Cherise turned slightly in his arms, enough to meet his eyes.

He reached up and brushed her damp curls off her cheek, then tucked a finger under her chin.

“You mine,” he said quietly. “And I don’t mean that in no possessive, weird-ass way. I mean…I choose you. Every version. The soft one, the stubborn one, the hurt one, the healing one. All of you.”

Her chest squeezed.

God, she was so stupid for pushing him away.

Cherise shifted, turning fully in his lap now, straddling his hips in the warm water, bubbles sliding between them.

Jey blinked up at her, his hands instinctively settling on her hips.

“Damn, mama…” he murmured, low and admiring, his gaze sweeping over her. “You tryna start somethin’ now?”

Cherise smiled, shy but sure.

“Nah,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his. “Just…wanna be close to you that’s all.”

Jey groaned softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“You already are, baby girl. I’m right here.” He tapped her chest, over her heart. “Right here.”

Cherise kissed him.

Soft and slow. Not rushed or desperate. Just themselves.

Jey kissed her back like he had all the time in the world with his hands stroking up and down her back, keeping her close, making her feel wanted, loved, safe.

The bath water sloshed gently around them, bubbles clinging to their bodies, the music playing low in the background.

♡

The bath lingered longer than it should’ve. Neither of them wanted to move. But eventually, the water cooled, and Jey stood first, pulling her up with him and wrapping her in the big white towel he’d grabbed earlier. His hands lingering as he dried her off slowly, like he didn’t want to let go.

He dried himself next, putting on a fresh pair of boxers as Cherise helped him apply some of her unscented body oil on his body. He glanced around at the chaos in the bedroom from the hall—disarayed pillows, wrinkled and damp sheets, the twisted comforter hanging halfway off the bed. “Go sit down, baby. I got the sheets.”

“You sure?” she asked, holding the towel to her chest.

Jey nodded, grabbing her comforter with one hand and pulling the fitted sheet off with the other. “You think I’mma let you lay on sweaty ass sheets after I done wore you out?”

Cherise snorted, watching him tug the corners tight and smooth the fabric out like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Okay, Mr. Domestic,” she teased, walking past him to grab her body butter from the dresser.

He looked over his shoulder at her, grinning. “Ain’t no way I'm lettin’ my girl sleep in no nasty ass bed. You deserve better than that, mama.”

She doesn’t know how many times she has swooned over something he has said to her already but she guesses this is her 80th time.

Once the sheets were fresh and the pillows were fluffed, Jey patted the mattress.

“Lay down, pretty girl.”

She raised a brow. “For what?”

He took the jar of her body butter from her hands. “’Cause I ain’t done pampering you yet.”

She smiled shyly but obeyed, lying on her stomach on the fresh sheets he’d thrown over the bed.

Jey straddled her thighs, his hands warm and firm as he opened her favorite body butter—the mango-shea one she obsessed over—and scooped out a generous handful.

"You smell so damn good,” he muttered, smoothing it over her back.

Cherise giggled, sighing as his strong hands started kneading into her shoulders.

He found knots she didn’t even know she had, thumbs digging deep into the tension beneath her skin, coaxing it out slow and patient.

“You tense, baby,” he murmured, his thumbs digging into the tight knots along her shoulders.

“Been a rough few weeks,” she mumbled into the pillow.

“I know.” His voice softened. “We gon’ fix that.”

He rubbed slow, deep circles into her shoulders until she was practically purring beneath his hands.

"Mmm, damn, baby," she moaned into the pillow. “I could fall asleep just like this.”

He chuckled, low and pleased. "Jus' tryna make sure you ain’t wakin’ up stiff tomorrow."

He worked his way down—back, the dip of her spine, the swell of her ass—kneading and rubbing and kissing every spot that made her whimper.

"You spoilin’ me," she mumbled sleepily.

"I’m supposed to, baby girl," he murmured, kissing between her shoulder blades. “It’s what you deserve.”

Then, gentle as ever, he flipped her onto her back and started on her front. Collarbones, breasts, arms, even her belly, rubbing the butter into every soft, beautiful inch of her.

When he finally finished, Cherise was boneless and glowing, her skin glistening in the low light, the scent of vanilla and sugar wrapping around her like a blanket.

He wiped his hands clean and pulled her up gently, helping her into one of her bed shirts and a fresh pair of cotton panties.

Then he tugged on his grey sweats and slid into bed beside her, pulling her back against his chest like she was the softest, most precious thing he’d ever touched.

They lay like that for a while, limbs tangled, skin still warm and glowing.

Then Jey mumbled into her curls, “You think I ain’t notice you wearin’ my hoodie earlier, girl?”

Cherise froze, then turned her head slowly. “…What hoodie?”

He bit back a grin. “The one you definitely snatched from me after that first night. I saw it behind your back when I was leaving.”

She groaned, hiding her face in the pillow. “I knew it.”

Jey kissed the back of her head, smirking. “It was cute. Had me feelin’ like I had a girlfriend.”

“Do you?”

“Damn right I do.”

Cherise could feel her cheeks flush against her pillow, she couldn’t even compute a smart remark to say back in her head so she just remained silent but snuggled closer to him.

"Baby girl?"

"Hmm?"

"You free Friday?"

Cherise tilted her head back to look at him. "Why?"

He smiled, slow and sweet. "I’m takin’ you out."

Cherise blinked up at him, heart skipping a few beats. “You serious?”

"I’m serious, Cher," he said, his voice turning a little more earnest. "I wanna do this right wit’ you. You get dressed up, I’ll pull up in a suit lookin’ fly as hell, and I’mma spoil you like you deserve.”

Her heart twisted in the best way.

"You sure you ready for all this?" she teased, lifting a brow. "I’m kinda of a lot." Jey grinned. "I’m ready for all that and then some," He kissed her slow, sweet. "You ain't never gotta doubt it again, pretty girl."

Cherise buried her face in his chest, hiding her stupid, wide-ass smile. "I’d like that," she mumbled. Jey chuckled, squeezing her tighter. "Mmmhmm. Knew you would."

They laid there tangled up, drifting off to sleep the city lights blinking softly outside her window, their future wide open before them.

And for the first time in a long, long time…

Cherise believed it.

Maybe she could have something good.

Maybe she already did and just didn’t know at first.

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cater 2 you - jey u.

parings: sub!jey uso x oc! aliyah (gif credit @81gb)

warnings: sub parings, p in v, oral!male receiving, masturbation, (oc is really just caring for jey), riding, (im so bad at this)

📝: based on the post from rikishi’s interview here. i wanted to get this out before wrestlemania, so after the show i know how to write part 2.

jey was exhausted. he could barely even stand up longer than 15 minutes without the thought of falling asleep trying to over consume him. he wanted nothing more than at least 24 hours of sleep. but he couldn't have that.

not with wrestlemania approaching.

jey wanted it all. he knew he couldn't complain about the load on his plate, when his goal was to eat. he was on the run. while everyone was going home, he was staying out either working out, doing press, or doing extra events. while everyone was getting rest, he was preparing to give it his all. but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel himself wearing thin.

today was the one weekend he had off in awhile. 2 whole days. and he looked forward to sleeping them away, before his flight early monday for raw.

pulling up to his home, he couldn't stop the smile that broke onto his face.

aliyah was here.

aliyah was someone that no matter, how much he wanted to ignore the whole damn world...he'd never ignore her. she was the one.

the one who'd fall asleep on the phone with him, listen to his rants about the producers at work, celebrate his wins, cheer him after his losses. she was there. that's all that mattered to him.

jey grabbed his bags from the car and dragged his tired self to the front door. as soon as he turned the key and pushed it open, his senses came alive. the smell hit him first—something seasoned just right with that home-cooked love you can't fake. then the music floated through the air, goldlink's "u say" playing at just the right volume.

"aye yo!" he called out, dropping his bags by the door.

"in here, baby!" aliyah's voice sang back from the kitchen.

jey felt life coming back to his body with each step. when he rounded the corner, there she was—stirring something on the stove, her hips swaying to the music.

he barely made two steps into the kitchen before she ran into his arms. her face lighting up like a toddler on christmas. that's what she did; made him feel like a gift every time she saw him.

"ah! my man, my man, my man is homeeeeee," she sang as she threw her arms around him, her signature sol de janerio pistachio body butter filling up his nose,"i missed you so much."

jey wrapped his arms around his waist, liftin' her up slightly. "missed you more, babygirl."

when he set her down, she looked up at him, reachin' to touch the dark circles under his eyes. "you look beat, baby. seriously."

"i'm aight." he tired to brush it off. but aliyah knew better.

she knew how hard her man had been pushing himself lately. and if he didn't talk about it she damn sure could see it. even hear it. his mama had been calling her lately—she was worried he'd drive himself to be a zombie. he was always so tired every time they spoke. but tonight, she'd make sure she'd cure it. from friday night to sunday evening, he was hers. she'd repair him.

"you're not. and i know you're not," she told him pressing a small peck to his lips, "this weekend, isn't about wrestlemania, gunther's tall ass, yeet merchandise, your pop's, the producers, or any championship. you are going to relax this weekend. no phone, no game, no nothing. dinner is almost done, and when you're done eating, i'll have a bath for you. you clearly aren't taking care of yourself...so someone else is going to do it."

for the first time in weeks, jey felt the weight lifting. the road, the matches, the pressure—all of it fading away. tonight was about them. and he couldn't imagine nothing better.

jey couldn't help but laugh, feeling some of the tension leave his shoulders already. "you know me too well, ma."

"i always do." she winked at him before pushing him towards the kitchen island, "sit. and hand over the device."

jey felt a small hesitation, sensing it, aliyah reached her hand into his pocket snatching it away, "i don't give two fucks about wwe. but i care so much about you. whoever needs to reach you, can either wait or leave a voicemail."

she turned on his dnd, tossed his phone into a drawer, and turned to see him staring at her with his tongue in his cheek. he knew as much as he wanted to shut the wwe out this weekend, it didn't work that way, "i promise if it's important, i'll let you answer. but if it's an interviewer, it's a hell no. now anyways, what'd you wanna drink? i got pot roast smothered in gravy and loaded baked potatoes."

jey's stomach rumbled at the thought of it. he nearly drooled onto the floor, "water." he responded

he knew he'd be paying for it in the gym by eating such a high calorie meal. but right now? that thought was pushed to monday.

the meat glistened under the kitchen lights, tender and falling apart, swimming in rich brown gravy. she added two loaded baked potatoes on the side, cheese melting down their sides, bacon bits and green onions sprinkled on top like confetti. steam rose from the plate, carrying the aroma of herbs and spices that made jey's mouth water uncontrollably.

she grabbed a large ceramic plate—the good ones they only used for special occasions—and began piling it high.

"you ain't gotta do all that," jey said, watching her build his plate. she wasn't his mama after all.

"boy, hush up," aliyah replied, making sure the pot roast was centered perfectly. "when's the last time somebody took care of you proper, sir? not that protein shake bullshit or whatever they feedin' y'all on the road."

aliyah smiled, bringing the plate over and setting it in front of him. But when he reached for the fork, she playfully slapped his hand away.

"nuh-uh. you ain't doin' nothin' tonight but breathin'," she said, picking up the fork herself. she cut a perfect bite of the pot roast, making sure it was soaked in gravy, and lifted it to his lips. "open up."

jey raised an eyebrow, amused. "you finna feed me like I'm a whole baby?"

"you actin' like you don't want it," she teased, moving the fork closer to his mouth. "i see how you lookin' at this food."

"shit, i look at yo ass the same way." he smirked biting his lip.

"i'll feed that to you later too, if you beg."

he laughed, then parted his lips, accepting the bite. the moment the food touched his tongue, he closed his eyes, savoring the explosion of flavors—the tender meat practically dissolving, the rich gravy coating his mouth.

"mmm," he moaned. "girl, you put yo m'fuckin' foot in this."

as she continued feeding him, jey felt himself letting go completely. the intimacy of the moment wasn't lost on him—how she watched his face with each bite, how she wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb when gravy threatened to escape.

"damn, you know how to take care of ya man," jey murmured as she scooped up another forkful, this time with a bit of potato mixed with the meat.

aliyah carefully balanced the perfect bite, making sure the sour cream was just right with the bacon bits clinging to the potato. "open," she commanded softly, and he obeyed without hesitation.

"mmm, girl," he groaned, eyes closing again. "you cookin' like you tryna get me fat for wrestlemania."

"please," she laughed, wiping a drop of gravy from his chin. "like anybody could make you fat. i seen how you be in that gym. this right here? this just fuel."

she continued feeding him, alternating between bites of the pot roast and potato, making sure each one was perfect. the ritual was intimate, something neither of them spoke about but both understood deeply. this wasn't just about food—it was about care, about surrender.

"y'know what jimmy told me?" jey said between bites. "said i been lookin' like a zombie walkin' 'round backstage."

"and he's right." she said, loading up another bite. "i ain't never seen nobody work as hard as you. you out there killin' yourself every night for them people."

"baby, i'm so close. i could be the next big thing ever. finally, something i worked hard for on my own, not as "the usos" but just jey uso." he responded, his voice adorned with determination

aliyah knew it too. he was going to be the next wwe champion. it was just a matter of time, before they raised his arms high and announced it, "i know, baby. but remember, you have to take care of you also."

she blew gently on the steaming potato before bringing it to his lips. the cheese stretched in long, gooey strings that she had to twirl around the fork. she'd pause to stroke his cheek or run her fingers through his hair, little touches that made him feel cherished.

"you ain't gotta go through all this trouble, either." he said, though his body language contradicted his words entirely.

"oh please boy, like hell i don't," aliyah said, pointing the fork at him before loading it with another perfect bite. "my man been out there bustin' his ass for months straight. don't tell me what i gotta and don't gotta do. this ain't trouble—this what you deserve."

she dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin, then offered him a sip of water. the glass was cold, droplets of condensation sliding down the sides. she held it to his lips like it was precious medicine.

"i could get used to this," he murmured after swallowing.

"here, this the champion bite." she giggled picking up the last piece of the roast.

"yo ass crazy, liyah." he chuckled, dropping his lips to take in the last bite.

after the last bite disappeared between his lips, aliyah stood up, running her hand through his hair. "come on, champion," she said, her voice low and sweet as she took his hand.

when they reached the bedroom, the ambiance hit him immediately. Candles flickered on nearly every surface, casting dancing shadows across the walls. the lights were off, but the room glowed with a golden warmth that made everything feel dreamlike.

the air was thick with essential oils and something sweeter—maybe vanilla—creating an atmosphere that immediately began to melt away the tension in his shoulders.

a soft playlist of R&B slow jams hummed from the bluetooth speaker—the one she always played when she wanted to create their own little world.

aliyah's fingers found the hem of his shirt, lifting it slowly. "arms up," she commanded softly. he complied without hesitation, allowing her to pull the fabric over his head. her hands traced the definition of his chest, lingering over the bruises from his last match.

"baby, these look painful," she whispered, bending to press her lips against a particularly dark mark on his ribs.

she unbuckled his belt next. the metal clinked as she pulled it through the loops. then came the button of his jeans, followed by the zipper. she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, sliding them down his powerful thighs.

"come on," she whispered, guiding him toward the bathroom where steam curled into the air from the tub she'd prepared.

the bathroom was transformed—candles lined the edge of the tub, which was filled with water that glistened with bath oils. bubbles floated on the surface, creating patterns that shifted with every tiny movement of the water.

"damn," he breathed. "you went all out."

"boy, get in," she instructed, her voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.

the water embraced him like a warm hug as he sank into it, his muscles immediately beginning to thank him. Aliyah knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt.

"lean forward," she said, reaching for a loofah. she began to wash his back in slow, deliberate circles, paying special attention to the knots that had formed between his shoulder blades.

"you carrying the whole damn company on these shoulders," she murmured, pressing her thumbs into a particularly tight spot.

jey groaned, half in pain and half in relief. "shit, that feels good, baby."

she worked her way down his body, washing away the grime of travel and the sweat of his grueling schedule. her touch was both clinical and intimate—ensuring every inch of him was clean while making him feel completely worshipped.

her hand slipped beneath the water, fingers tracing the defined lines of his abdomen before moving lower. when she wrapped her hand around him, jey inhaled sharply, his head falling back against the edge of the tub.

"that's it," she murmured, her lips now trailing along his jawline. "just feel. don't think about nothing else."

jey's eyes fluttered closed as she worked him with expert precision, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, when to speed up, when to slow down.

"you work so hard," she murmured, pressing kisses along his jawline, "always giving to everyone else. you deserve to feel good,"

the water splashed as her hand moved in the pace of the music. she made sure to softly tug and squeeze at the mushroomed head when she made it to the top.

jey's breath caught in his throat. "liyah," he groaned, his hips instinctively rising to meet her touch.

aliyah smiled against his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the skin there. his moans grew louder. he could feel his stomach starting clenching.

"ah-ah fuck, liyah." he panted out in a tortured rasp.

her pace quickened. she rubbed her thumb over his tip before sliding back down. her free hand came up to cup his face, turning it toward her so she could capture his earlobe between her teeth. she tugged gently, then soothed the spot with her tongue, all while maintaining the perfect rhythm below the water's surface.

"i love seeing you like this," she whispered, her voice low and intimate. "when you're not being jey uso the superstar… just my man."

she reached her free hand into the water, starting to work his dick with both; one twisting and the other working up and down.

"that's it," she whispered, her voice like velvet against his ear. "you work so hard for everyone else. this moment is just for you. just for us."

jey's hips bucked involuntarily as she press, water sloshing over the edge of the tub as his control began to slip. aliyah maintained her rhythm, refusing to let up even as his movements became more desperate.

"i'm right here," she assured him, her lips brushing against the pulse point on his neck. she could feel it racing beneath her kiss. "let everything go. all that pressure, all that weight you've been carrying—just let it go."

his abs tightened, thighs tensing as his release neared. aliyah's free hand came up to cradle his face, turning him toward her so she could look into his eyes. the vulnerability she saw there made her heart clench.

"i love you," she whispered, her gaze locked with his. "cum for me, baby."

that was all it took. with a strangled cry, jey's body went rigid, his release pulsing through him in powerful waves. his cum spurting out into the water. some pooling ontop of her fist. a deep, guttural moan tore from his throat as his release pulsed through him, his hips lifting slightly out of the water with each wave.

"that's it," she crooned, maintaining her rhythm to guide him through every aftershock. "give it all to me."

liyah continued to work his dick—making sure he released everything pooled inside him. his toes clenched against the porcelain as her hand never stopped tugging at his dick. she wanted her man leave every ounce of stress in the tub.

"shit," jey breathed out, his head falling back against the tub as his body continued to pulse with aftershocks. "that was…fuck, i needed that."

aliyah smiled, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. "i could tell. you've been carrying all that tension for weeks." her fingers traced lazy patterns along his chest, dancing through the water droplets clinging to his skin. "how you feeling now?"

"like I hit a damn splash from the top rope," he murmured, his eyes still heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "but better. way better."

"you had all that built up in you," she laughed softly, reaching for a towel. "c'mon. this water's getting cold."

jey took her outstretched hand, standing up with water cascading down his powerful frame. aliyah wrapped the plush towel around his shoulders, taking her time to dry every inch of him.

she guided him to the bedroom, the candlelight casting their shadows against the wall in a intimate dance. "Lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

she guided him to the bedroom, "lie down," she instructed softly, "on your stomach."

jey complied, stretching out across the king-sized bed, his face nestled in the pillows. aliyah reached for a bottle of warming oil she'd placed on the nightstand, pouring some into her palms and rubbing them together.

"gonna take care of every inch of you tonight," she promised, straddling his lower back. her hands pressed into his shoulders, finding knots of tension that had been building for months.

"fuck! baby," jey groaned as her thumbs worked into a particularly tight spot. "that's—ah!—right there."

her hands worked methodically, moving from his neck and shoulders down his spine.

"that match with gunther really did a number on you," she observed, finding a knot near his left shoulder blade that made him wince.

"worth it though," he mumbled into the pillow. "crowd was electric."

"always thinking about the fans," she said, a smile in her voice as she leaned down to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. "that's why they love you."

her fingers worked like magic, identifying every strained muscle, every knot formed from countless matches and long flights. she paid special attention to his lower back, where the bruises from gunther's vicious attacks had left their mark, pressing firmly enough to release the tension but gently enough not to cause more pain.

"breathe into it," she whispered when he tensed beneath a particularly sensitive spot. "that's it, baby."

she poured more oil onto her hands before moving to his legs. she kneaded his calves, working up to his hamstrings, applying firm pressure to his muscles.

"turn over," liyah whispered softly.

jey complied, rolling onto his back with a satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy-lidded, relaxed in a way she hadn't seen in months. aliyah straddled his thighs, her hands gliding over his chest, tracing the definition of his abs, massaging away the remnants of tension she found.

she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "how you feelin', baby?"

"like i died and den went to heaven, girl. damn, you good at this." he murmured against her mouth.

she smiled, trailing kisses along his jawline, down to the pulse point on his neck where she lingered, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath her lips. her kisses continued their journey downward, across his collarbone, to his chest where she paused to give attention to each of his nipples, circling them with her tongue. she sucked the small buds into her mouth with a 'pop' and gave a small bite.

"mmm," jey hummed, his hands coming up to rest on her hips.

aliyah's lips traced the ridges of his abs, her tongue dipping into his navel as her hands continued to massage his sides. she could feel goosebumps rising on his skin as she moved lower, her breath warm against his stomach.

"liyah," he breathed, his voice taking on that husky quality she loved so much.

she looked up at him through her lashes as she pressed kisses along the defined v-line of his hips. her hands massaged his thighs, working out knots he didn't even know were there. her touch was both gentle and firm, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply to his worn muscles. jey threw his head back, as his dick began to rise.

"damn, ma," he moaned, watching as she pressed soft kisses along his inner thigh.

her lips trailed higher, her breath warm against his skin. the anticipation built in his stomach, coiling like a spring as her mouth moved closer to where he needed her most. her fingertips traced patterns on his hip bones, sending shivers up his spine.

she pressed a kiss to his lower stomach, "let me help you relax,"

they maintained eye contact, as her lips wrapped around him. he felt his legs shake as he took in the feelings of her warm mouth around him. a groan escaped from deep in his chest as his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

she hollowed her cheeks, creating the perfect suction as she bobbed her head up and down his length. her lips stretched wide around his girth, saliva gathering at the corners of her mouth. jey groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her take him deeper with each downward motion.

"fuck, baby," he rasped, his abs tensing as she swirled her tongue around his tip before plunging back down.

aliyah moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body. she pulled back slightly, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his shaft, tracing the prominent vein there before focusing on the sensitive spot just beneath the head.

"goddamn," jey hissed, his hips involuntarily bucking upward.

she took him deeper then, relaxing her throat as she pushed past her comfort zone. her eyes watered as she fought against her gag reflex, determined to take all of him. the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as saliva dripped down his length and onto his thighs.

when she finally reached the base, her nose pressed against his pelvis, jey let out a string of curses. she held herself there, tears streaming down her cheeks as she swallowed around him, her throat constricting around his tip.

"shit, liyah! that feel so damn good." he groaned, his voice strained and desperate.

she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock. she barely caught her breath before diving back down, establishing a rhythm that had jey's toes curling. her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting in perfect coordination with her bobbing head.

the slurping sounds grew louder, messier. spit coated his length, making the glide of her lips easier as she picked up speed. she gagged again when he hit the back of her throat, but pushed through it, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at him through wet lashes.

"you so fuckin' pretty." jey managed between ragged breaths, wiping away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

aliyah pulled off with a pop, gasping for air. saliva dripped from her chin as she stroked him with both hands, maintaining eye contact. he could feel her swallowing around him, her throat muscles massaging his tip.

she had a goal for tonight. she wanted her man return to work damn near glowing like a lightbulb or a firefly. and cause of her? he was.

his abs clenched tight as he watched her work him. he let out desperate moans along with the sloppy, wet sounds of her mouth filled the room, punctuated by her muffled gags and his deep groans.

"fuck! mama—" he started to warn, feeling his abs starting to tighten, "i'm finna—"

jey's vision blurred, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. his thighs trembled as she swallowed around him one final time, her nose pressed against his pelvis, throat working frantically as she fought her gag reflex.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" he growled into his fist, his voice hoarse and desperate as his orgasm tore through him like a hurricane.

his body went rigid as he erupted down her throat. thick, hot ropes of cum shot straight into her mouth, pulse after pulse. aliyah didn't miss a beat, her eyes watered but remained locked on his, watching as pleasure overtook him completely.

she moaned around him, the vibrations prolonging his pleasure as she continued to suck and swallow until she had drained him completely. jey's fingers tightened in her hair, his other hand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. his dick pulsed in her warm mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily as he continued to empty himself, his release seemingly endless after weeks of built-up tension.

only when his body finally went slack did she slowly pull away, licking her lips as she released him with a soft pop. he lay there panting, his chest heaving as if he'd just ran a marathon. his eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts. aliyah wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she watched him come back to earth.

when he finally opened his eyes, he saw her looking up at him with that mischievous glint in her eyes. His lips curved into a lazy, satisfied grin.

"i'll buy yo ass whatever you want doin' all that shit, girl." he panted harshly, his voice still raspy from his intense release.

aliyah laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "oh forreal?" she teased, sitting up and reaching for the hem of her shirt. "i have been wanting my hair and nails done...and a new telfar bag. and a new juicy couture purse...but we'll talk about that later."

she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and panties. she pushed them down her legs with deliberate slowness. no matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he always lost his mind.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. the heat of her core pressed against his still-sensitive member, coaxing it back to life despite his recent release. jey's hands instinctively moved to her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. she leaned down to kiss him deeply. he could taste himself on her tongue, bringing him right back to life.

she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his length. despite his earlier releases, he was rock hard again, his cock pulsing with need in her hand.

slowly, she began to sink down onto him. her breath hitched as the thick head breached her entrance, stretching her in that delicious way that bordered between pleasure and pain.

jey's hands moved to her hips, but she slapped his hands away, "that't not how this works tonight,"

liyah bit her lip, pausing halfway down his length. she could feel every inch of him, his girth stretching her walls in a way that made her thighs tremble. it had been too long since they'd been together like this. her body needed time to remember him, to accommodate him.

"fuck, liyah!" he hissed, biting down on his lip, "you so fuckin' wet, mama. you feel so damn good."

she took a deep breath, then lowered herself completely, taking him to the hilt. they both moaned as he bottomed out inside her, their bodies finally connecting. she stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the stretch.

"you good?" jey asked, his voice tight with restraint.

jey wasn't... so accustomed to this. he loved the control. he wanted so bad to bite the bullet and snatch it back. he wanted to fuck her; still her movements, and bounce her up and down on his dick till she whined. fuck how exhausted he was.

but the sight of seeing his girl loose herself...her taking such good care of him, he was too inlove to let her. she catered to him.

liyah nodded, leaning forward to press her chest against his. the new angle sent him even deeper, making her gasp. she reached for his hands, guiding them above his head and interlacing their fingers. the position brought their faces close, their breath mingling as they locked eyes.

"i love you," she whispered against his lips, beginning to rock her hips slowly. the movement was subtle—not bouncing up and down, but grinding in circles that kept him deep inside her.

"i know," he whispered back, completely entranced by the sight of her above him, "i love you too."

her hips rolled like waves against the shore. each movement sent him impossibly deeper, his considerable girth stretching her walls until she felt completely filled. the delicious friction had her gasping, her inner muscles clenching around him instinctively.

liyah whimpered as she felt how the thick ridge of his head dragged against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

she released his hands, sitting upright to brace herself against his chest. the new position had him hitting spots that made her thighs tremble, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.

"just like that," he encouraged, his voice a low rumble that she felt vibrate through his chest. "don't stop, mama."

her movements became more urgent, lifting herself almost completely off his length before sinking back down. the wet sounds of her pussy squelching around him filled the room, punctuated by their synchronized moans. each time she took him to the hilt, she ground her hips in tight circles, ensuring he touched every sensitive spot inside her.

jey's hands found her waist, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. he wasn't guiding her movements, just holding on as she rode him with increasing abandon. her breasts bounced with each rise and fall, hypnotizing him.

"look at chu'," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "you so fuckin' perfect. keep fuckin' me."

she leaned forward, changing the angle again so his thick length dragged against her front wall with each movement. the thick ridge from his mushroomed head softly swiping over that spot deep inside her pussy.

liyah's increased, bouncing on him with newfound urgency. the mattress creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall as she chased her release. jey could feel her getting wetter, her arousal coating his thighs as she worked herself on his length.

"look at me," aliyah commanded, her voice dropping to that sultry tone that always made his dick throb. she grabbed his face, making sure their eyes locked as she continued to roll her hips in that perfect rhythm. "you feel how wet I am for you? feel how my pussy's squeezing you?"

jey's hands tightened on her waist, his eyes heavy-lidded but focused entirely on her. "fuck yeah, I feel it," he groaned, his abs tensing with each of her movements.

she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. "nobody makes me feel this good...you're the champion. you're my champion."

jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, driving himself deeper into her warmth. "shit, liyah—"

"that's it," she encouraged, matching his rhythm. "work with me, baby. i know you're tired but i need you to fuck me too."

her words ignited something primal in him. despite his exhaustion, despite the two orgasms she'd already wrung from him, jey found himself planting his feet on the mattress, using the leverage to thrust up into her. she couldn't help herself from leaking all over his dick and his lap.

"yes!" she cried out, her head falling back as he hit that perfect spot inside her. "just like that, baby. right there."

she braced herself against his chest, her nails leaving crescent marks in his skin as she worked herself on his length. her thighs trembled with the effort, but she refused to slow down.

he groaned, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips hard enough to leave bruises, "damn, you fuckin' me so good. keep squeezin' me, mama."

she leaned down to kiss him, their tongues tangling desperately as their bodies moved in perfect sync. when she pulled back, her eyes were wild with need.

"i'm right there," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "cum with me, baby. please. you earned it. you deserve it."

jey eye's shut tightly as he continued driving his dick upwards into liyah, "look at me," she commanded, "i wanna see you, when you cum."

their gazes locked, creating an intimacy more profound than their physical connection. in her eyes, he saw everything—desire, love, understanding. she saw him not as jey uso the wwe superstar, but simply as her man. vulnerable and open. all for her. only for her.

he felt the first tremors of her orgasm rippling around him, her cunt gripping him like a vise as her orgasm drowned them both. your pussy fluttering around him triggering his very own—he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. he finally came, it was with a low, guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he spilled his cum into her.

liyah threw her head into the crook of his neck. her chest rising and falling rapidly. matching the beat of his own. she continued to softly roll her hips, clamping down on him softly to ensure everything he stressed over in the last few months, was buried inside her pussy.

she could feel herself loosing her mind as the feeling of her body fell apart on him, the burning feeling in her belly, the tremble of her knees.

it was perfect.

she lifted off him slowly; her swollen cunt releasing him with a pop sound. their essence rapidly spilling out of her and onto his lower abdomen. her pussy pulsing at the fullness of them inside her.

she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with so much love it made his chest ache. her fingers traced the lines of his face, memorizing every feature as if she might forget them during their next separation.

"i'm so proud of you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "you know that, right? so damn proud."

jey swallowed hard, suddenly finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. the last few weeks where rough. everytime he opened twitter or instagram, he saw the same thing; comments on his move sets being boring, how he didn't deserve it, he only got the shot because of his dad, how boring the gimmick was.

how he'd only ever be, jey uso. the backup of the uso's.

jey's throat tightened. "what if—" he started, then stopped, the doubt he rarely allowed himself to voice nearly spilling out.

"what if what?" she prompted gently.

"what if I don't win at wrestlemania? all my family, all the fans, hell, you. all coming out there to support me, and i walk away with nothing." the question hung between them, giving voice to the fear that had been haunting him during sleepless nights on the road.

"then you'll get up and try again. that's who you are. that's who you've always been," her thumb brushed across his bottom lip. "but whether you walk out with that belt or not, i'll be right here, just as proud, just as in love with you. yeet."

jey let out a roaring laugh as he shifted to his side, bringing them together. he wrapped his arms around her, as he pressed his lips to hers.

they laid like that for awhile. he heard his phone ring down the hall, remembering liyah tossed it into a drawer. he made no motion to get it. for first time in awhile, the wwe didn't matter. just him and her.

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕

Jey Uso x black fem

Warnings: 18+ smut

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My heels echoed off the walls as I clicked down the hallway, pausing in front of his door. Before I could raise my hand up to knock on the door, it swung open revealing a shirtless, tired looking Jey. I tried my best to keep my eyes only on his, but good lord he was fine.

Jey and I had been working together for 5 years now and every single time I saw him, it took my breathe away. He was sweet and gentle despite the persona he has to push for the crowd. A teddy bear If you will. 

"There's my girl, I been looking for you", he grinned. My girl ? Did he really just call me that. My heart fluttered as I stepped around him into his changing room. "I been meaning to ask you about something." His previous smirk fading a bit, but not all the way gone. "How do you feel about coming to Cali with me, nothing crazy just my peoples getting together for a cookout." 

I took a seat on the couch that lined the back wall of his room, pretending to think, lifting my chin up and tapping with my index finger. That earned me a slight chuckle from Jey. "Stop playing, my peoples already love you, even though yo ass playing." He mumbled the last bit, but I still heard it. I knew what he was referring to, I wasn't slow and I knew he wasn't either. 

--

I think we fell for each other the second I rounded the corner and head butted him by accident the first day we met. Literally and physically. I was all, but running to a meeting I was late to so the impact of my big ass head sent us both tumbling to the floor, and yet all he was doing was laughing. All 32 teeth showing. He smelled like shea butter, cedar-wood and warm hugs, and the second he helped me off the floor I fell into daze when I looked into those beautiful chocolatey eyes. 

Never in my life would I describe a person they way I described Jey. Everything about him made every single one of my senses light on fire when I was near him. He was so gentle and kind with me and so incredibly patient. I was so sure of what I liked. My entire life Ive only been with women. I expected myself to end up with a women, until i met him, Jey. I was too stubborn to admit it to myself, and even though he knew it I wouldn't admit it to him either, just how badly I wanted him.

He knew me so incredibly well. Like he knew me before I did and it drove me insane. He checked up on me and gave me little gifts. Not a day has gone by when he has not said good-morning or goodnight to me. That man makes sure the oil in my car is always changed, and rotates my tires for me. Hell he puts gas in my car.

He sees me. He cares about me

In the five minutes i’ve been in the room he has yet to take his eye off me, caressing every inch of my body with his eyes. Undressing me. He came and sat next to me on the couch, eyes never leaving mine. “I’m fr Maya I’m tired of playing games, I need you.” His eyes locked on mine. My breathe caught in my throat, but I couldn’t look away. He brushed his finger tips on my upper thigh in a swift motion.

Anndd there went my resolve.

I suddenly stood, walking over to the table to the right of us leaning my back against it. I was trying to steady my breathing,but he was on my heels. “Look at me pretty girl.” He whispered, my eyes lazily raised meeting his penetrating gaze. His hands rested lightly on my waist.

In that moment looking up at him I knew. He was the only person Ive ever wanted so badly. My eyes flickered to his lips, and of course he noticed because he dipped his head to meet my gaze, grinning. Those brown eyes, always knowing.

Tears stung in my eyes. I didn’t know if I was more upset at the fact that I was about to cry or that he can see right through me. I can’t hide anything. Even though we’ve never once had a conversation about our feeling our future, the lingering glances, and soft touches, told us more than we needed to know about each other.

“Jey I-“

Before I could finish he kissed me. Slow, soft yet full of passion and possessiveness. His hands tightening against my waist, pulling me flush to his body. When I first realized, I froze into the kiss. He’s kissing me. For just a second that’s how we stayed, lip locked and unmoving. 

Everything I ever thought about myself was flushed down the drain when I met Jey. How do you explain that to people. “Oh yea Ive was a lesbian my whole life, and then one day I wasn’t….who knew.” On one hand I didn’t care what people thought about me, if you fall in love with someone you can’t help who it is. And then on the other hand I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed about the feelings, embarrassed about the way everyone around us knew, and most of all embarrassed at myself for falling for a man. What thee fuck. But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was him, and his lips on mine. He kissed me like I would disappear at any second. He kissed me like he’d waited a hundred lifetimes for me. 

Without another thought my hands trailed up his chest and hooked around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, pulling me closer if that was even possible. Our lips moved in synch, his hands roamed my backside, eventually he lifted me and sat me on the table, pulling me right to the edge, with me thighs on either side of him. He pulled back for a second, staring at me. Asking for my permission. I gave it to him without hesitation, wanting nothing more than him, fuck all the other thoughts I previously had. 

Fuck every thought ever, actually.

His lips found my neck leaving tiny kisses up and down the right side. He flicked his tongoue over the sensitive spots he just kissed, leaving a trail across my collar bone, to the other side. Repeating the same motions.

At this point I was completely breathless, squirming under his touch. His hands never left my ass just resting there as he kissed me. Devoured me. “Hold still mama, lemme taste you please.” His voice was low and laced in lust, his words caused my legs to squeeze against him. His big hands slid from my ass to my upper thigh, pushing up the tight dress I had on up even further. His lips found mine again as his hands hooked around my underwear. 

He gently pulled them off with one hand, slightly lifting me with the other. After he tossed them he faced me again pulling me by my thighs even closer to him. I leaned back for him, eagerly. His breathes came out short and shallow as he had a full view of me.

“You are so beautiful .” He whispered just low enough for me to hear, right against my thigh, replacing his words with wet open mouthed kisses. My hips bucked up slightly, wanting attention. He gave into what I wanted, attaching his mouth to me. I gasped, back arching. His hands held my thighs in place as his tongue found my folds. 

His tongue flicked over my sensitive bud, moving in slow circular motions. He watched me hungrily from where he was. My hands gripped his forearms, a moaning mess. 

Jey slid his hands from my thighs, up to my waist, continuing his slow circular motions. He was devouring my shit as if it was the last meal on earth. He came up for a second and leaned into my ear. "Baby, you gotta stay quiet, you gon have folks banging on my door." He finished the sentence with another wet sloppy kiss at the base of my ear. He shifted to hover right above my body, eyeing me like an animal.

"Look at me", he said, one of his hands rested on my inner thigh, the other he used to lift my chin to kiss him. Our lips connected in a wet kiss that tasted of my essence. He kissed me slowly, his lips parting slightly after each kiss, almost as if he was holding himself back.

His fingers found my soaked clit, working in the same motions his tongue was. "Jeyy", his name came out in breathless gasps. " Yes mama." His lips were so soft, not leaving an area untouched. "I need you, I need you so bad." I breathed out against him.

Something in him must've snapped when I said that. He picked me up and over his shoulder in a swift motion. He laid me on the couch spreading me open, like a treasure chest. He unbuckled the zipper on his jeans, only now did I realize the bulge that had accumulated over the past few minutes. " Fuccck girl, you driving me crazy."

His eyes were wild, lips wet. His hair now in a messy array of curls. 

He pulled his pants and boxers down revealing the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. He was thick and veiny, tip shining in his own essence, just for me. He stood at attention for me too, so pretty. I didn't even wait for him to tell me what to do. I sat up dropping onto the floor and crawling onto my hands and knees right in front of him. 

"You liked women all this time yet you ready to suck my dick, look at yo fine ass." He was leaned back onto the couch now, his lower half completely exposed. That comment damn near made me stand up, glaring at him from the same position, his head cocked back in a obnoxious laugh. "Yo ass can front all you want, my love, but it’s just me and you.” He grinned, eyeing you from where he sat.

I pushed myself onto him, hands at the base of his dick. My tongue swirled around him, his yes fluttered shut immediately reveling in the pleasure. Since he just laughed in my face like that I needed him to come undone for me. He was wrapped around my finger, but I was about to wrap these lips around him in a way he'd never forget. Both sets.

I continued swirling my tongue around his tip, keeping one had at the base, he was slightly trembling under me. All those smart ass comments now gone, replaced with breathless gasps. "Fuck girl, that shit feels so good." He twitched in my mouth as I continued swirling his tip. My hands slid onto his thighs, I attempted to take him all in, but as soon as his tip grazed the back of my throat I gagged so loud, he popped his eyes open to the sound. His lust filled eyes found my tear streaked face, cocking his head back he let out another loud laugh. " You aint ready for that yet baby, come here." 

My cheeks flushed, "shut up, I tried", he chuckled as he pulled me into his lap. "Yes you did, thank you my sweet girl." Butterflies. Those pet names he gave me sent chills down my spine. He was eyeing me now, amusement flickered behind those brown orbs. "You ready for me?" His voice was soft and breathy. He waited for me all this time, without pushing me or overstepping. And now he had me all to himself.

"Just go slow please, Josh." My voice was hushed. I wanted him, but it didn't take away from my heartbeat hammering in my chest. His eyes softened, grin fading at the use of his real name. " I gotchu mama, Im not got hurt you." He tapped his member on your backside as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip. He lifted me slightly to angle himself at my entrance, pressing lightly. My breathe caught in my throat as I felt the stretch, his thumb never moving from my face, caressing me. He slid in deeper, stretching me more, the pain was unbearable for a second "Stop, Josh" I breathed out pushing him back a little, he halted his movements immediately. "Your doing so baby, look at me." 

My eyes shifted to his, fresh tears threatening to fall. He held his hand in place on my face, but he didn't budge, he waited for my permission. He wasn't even halfway in and I was already asking him to stop, but he didn't care. He sat still and unmoving like he had all the time in the world. Waiting for my permission.

After a few moments I gave it to him again and he continued to slide into me with ease. He groaned as he got deeper and deeper. Filling me up. The pain was intense. It didn't feel good, but it also felt amazing in the weirdest way. One last soft thrust of his hips and he was all the way inside me. His tip was kissing my spot deliciously.

"Good god." Was all he could breathe out. His hands sliding from my face to my ass and mine around his neck, we pulled each other in impossibly close. He guided me up slowly and back down at the same pace. My nails were digging into his tribal ink, but he didn't seem to care. My face next to his as he continued the slow pace. He was filling me up in a way I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt pleasure or pain like this. It was addicting.

My walls stretched and pulsed around him with each small thrust. "This all I wanted right here" his voice was low against my cheek. Who knew Id give into him on a random Monday night. Taking him completely raw. His hands gripped my backside guiding me painfully slow. He wasn't in no rush, he watched me with close intensity in between stolen kisses. Our hearts racing against each other. 

His pace quickened, he lifted me higher coming down further, making a soft smacking noise. I wrapped around him perfectly as if we were made for each other. His hands held me steady in place as his pace quickened. I was leaning into his chest, hands tangled in his soft curls. At this point I was all but screaming in his ear.

Any pain I felt was replaced, by pleasure. He fucked me slow intentional looking me in my eyes with each stroke. I couldn't look away It was like he had me in a trance. He was fucking me hard now, and fast, pace was relentless. He nipped at my ear whispering the dirtiest nothings. "Take that shit baby, let me hear that pretty voice of yours."

" Josh- I- fucckk."

He smiled into the crook of my neck, nipping the skin there too. " Say my name again." Before I could get any words out he slapped my ass so hard it made me jolt. " Say it."

"Joshu- oh my god." I couldn't finish he was fucking the shit outta me now. The room was filled with the loud slaps of your things and my screaming. He no longer cared if someone came knocking. They would just have to mind they damn business. My slick walls were tightning against him , causing him to grunt.

He lifted me up, placing me back down on the couch on my back. He continued his unforgiving pace, snapping his hips forward. He pinned my legs to the couch with one arm, the other resting on my chest. His eyes never once left mine. I couldn't tear mine away either, watching him destroy me like this was pure cinema. The way his caramel skin glistened with sweat as he fucked me on this couch. The way his grills shined when he bit his lip, was making me feral.

My hands clawed at his arms looking for some stability. Until he shifted, pressing his hands into my lower abdomen. I thrashed underneath him, a wicked smile forming on his face.

"Joshua fuck me right there oh my god." My eyes were now clenched shut, as my world was being rocked. " You just don't know how fucking good you look right now, fuck." His pace causing him to grunt after each word. I was unraveling underneath him and he felt it. My insides were burning with a sensation I can't describe, all I knew is I didn't want him to stop. "Right there baby right there fuck me right there." My words came out breathless as he continued to fuck me. "Im cumming baby- fuck- take me pretty girl- fuckkkk." Joshua was a mess, his hair clung to his forehead, his pace was sloppy. his hands wrapped around my things holding them up as he slammed into my pussy. 

His breath was jagged breathing hard and loud. He sounded so fucking good. "Ian never lettin yo ass go, this my pussy." His voice cracked as he released inside me. I wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't even faltered his pace. He fucked us through our orgasm, his tip hitting the perfect spot. My vision went blurry from tears. I was clawing at his back, screaming. "JOSHUA."

--

I laid there for a second, trying to pull myself together. "You ok pretty girl?" The man who had collapsed next to me whispered ever so softly in my ear.

"Mhmm." Was all I could get out, a stupid smiled plastered on my face. Josh grinned too, pulling me on top of him. "I love you Joshu-"

"YES GAWD I KNEW IT." He cut me off before I finished the 'ah' at the end of his name. I lazily smacked his chest "Shut up before I take it back." He smacked my ass sending another jolt of pleasure through my body, causing me to whimper against him. " I love yo ass too girl."

He finished with the sweetest kiss to my lips.

[bloodlineslut]

chapter f o u r

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As they were in the elevator to go to the hotel room that was on the 15th floor, the tension could be felt in each and every nerve of both of them.

Somehow the silence was louder than if somebody would have spoken.

Through the agonizingly slow elevator ride, it finally stopped at floor 15 and Jey let India walk out first, catching the swaying movements of her hips in that dress.

If he stared long and hard enough, he could see the black thong through the mesh dress. Jey’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, hypnotized by the movement. Down the long hallway, the overhead lights cast a soft glow on the pair.

India didn’t turn around, but she just knew that he was looking. She felt it.

She stopped at the hotel room door, inserting the key card into the slot, with the light turning from red to green, and Jey opened and held the door for her as they entered.

Jey shut the door behind him, the deafening sound of him turning the lock into place. Not that he expected anyone to interrupt them.

He leaned back against the now-locked door, watching India slip her heels off and place them by the couch in the living area. Even though the curtains were open and displaying the beautiful view of the ocean, all that Jey cared about in front of him was the beautiful woman in front of him.

Then he began walking towards her figure that was back-turned to him. He moved with slow and calculated steps, and when he finally reached her, he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, with his lips meeting the side of her neck to tenderly place a kiss there.

She didn’t move nor breathe, she just stood there as her eyes fluttered close and his hands firm on her waist.

As she was enjoying his pleasure-inducing kisses on her neck and right below her earlobe, she turned around to face him, placing her arms on his shoulders.

Jey licked his lips once more before leaning down slightly, their lips meeting and sparking this new found electricity between the two.

He caught her mouth in a kiss that was deep and surprisingly slow, not wanting to delve too deep too fast with her. India’s lips were soft and warm, perfectly molding with his like she was made for him.

She tasted like sugary lip gloss, prompting Jey to keep chasing her. He tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss as his hands roamed from her waist down south to grab a handful of her ass.

She gasped into his mouth, making Jey smile and she felt his grillz against her lips.

“You like that mama?” He breathed, softly massaging her plump cheek in his hand.

India’s mouth opened in pleasure and she nodded while looking up at him. She melted into his touch, gripping his shoulders and slightly pulling him closer.

Jey pulled his face away from hers to glance at the bedroom, then he turned his attention back to India.

“Come on.” He let go of her ass and grabbed her hand in his, leading them both to the bedroom. Jey sat down on the bed, legs spread and shoulders relaxed while he took off his suit jacket to toss it over the nearby chair.

He did a slow four-finger motion for her to come closer to him, just as he’d done many times in the ring to taunt his opponent.

She complied to his request, now standing between his strong thighs, but that wasn’t close enough for Jey.

“Can I move this out the way, baby?” He asked, motioning to the bottom of her dress.

India nodded, giving him permission and she felt the brush of his fingers as he slid her dress up and over her hips, with her black lace panties now in an unobstructed view.

Then he put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her thigh, pulling her forward to him and made her straddle his lap.

She breathed out softly and grabbed his shoulders once more, balancing herself. She felt the heat of his body through his black dress shirt. Jey looked down to where they were pressed against each other, his bulge becoming more and more prominent.

“Shit…” India moaned softly, just barely rubbing against him but in the most perfect way.

“That felt good? Keep goin’ mama.” He sexily bit his lip, watching India slowly grind onto him. He kicked his shoes off while she kept at the act, and his hands went to grip her ass tightly again.

“Fuck, India. Lemme taste you baby.” He stood up, holding her in his strong arms as he switched their positions with India now laying on the bed and Jey between her legs that were wrapped around his waist.

Their lips met again in a kiss, Jey’s lips traveling to the side of her jaw then to her still-clothed chest, placing kisses on top of the fabric.

As he did so, his hand slid down between her legs to stop at her pussy. He slowly massaged it through her panties, feeling how hot she was already.

India arched her back upwards, the euphoria she felt at the mercy of his fingers making her body react involuntarily, as another moan fell from her lips.

“Yea. Tell me how good that feel. I know it do.” His taunting, yet sexy voice just added more flames to the fire that she was already experiencing.

She could literally feel the juices slipping out of her at his actions and words.

“Sh-shit, Jey.”

“You gon’ let me eat you out?” He asked as he was already moving down her body, closer to where she really needed him. She moaned and wet her swollen lips as she gripped his hair.

“Mmm, yes please do it.” She heard Jey chuckle before he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties, his fingers rubbing against her hips, and pulling them down her legs to toss them somewhere in the room.

He placed her calves onto his shoulders as he leaned in, kissing the insides of her thighs up, up, closer to where he knew she wanted his lips.

Jey continued to place open-mouthed butterfly kisses right near her aching core, one on the crevice between her pelvis and thigh, the next on her outer lip, then finally the last one landed right on her wet folds.

The soft, velvety contact made India’s head spin, moaning out in pleasure and wanting more of that feeling. She gripped the bedsheets with tension while trying to ground herself to fully experience the pleasure that he was giving her.

Jey deeply groaned at the taste of her juices. His tongue was exploring each and every one of her folds, mixing his saliva with her.

“Oh fuck Jey.” India breathed out, never having someone go down on her and it feeling this good.

Jey removed his mouth from her core to reply back. “Pussy taste so good, baby.” He latched back onto her, his tongue flicking her sensitive clit up and down.

His warm lips then wrapped around her clit, alternating between sucking it into his mouth and using his tongue. He brought his fingers to spread her open even more, still stimulating her swollen nub, making India jump slightly.

“Oh shit, fuck! Oouu, that feels so good.”

“Mmhm. Keep talkin’ to me, mama.” Jey moved one hand to her now naked chest, signaling at some point that she pulled her dress up and over her head.

He grabbed and kneaded her breasts as he suckled and feasted on her vulnerable core. “Fuuu-oh my God Jey I’m gonna come.” She gripped his hair a bit tighter and her body tensed up at the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach, wanting to burst so badly.

Jey sucked on her clit harder, making her orgasm go over the edge as her toes curled and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

He let her relax and come down from her high, placing gentle kisses up and down her stomach.

“How you liked that?” Jey crawled back up to hover over her lips, not giving her the chance to answer before caressing her lips with his own.

“That wa-was amazing. Damn, Jey…” India said in between gasps, still trying to catch her breath and making Jey smile down at her. He quickly replaced that smile with wetting his lips as he grabbed her waist to flip her over on her stomach.

India arched up so she was face down, ass up, prompting Jey to grab handfuls of her ass that was now on full display. He spanked one cheek and this made India jump, then giggle.

“Oh you like that shit huh? Daddy spankin’ you and shit…” He spanked her other cheek, watching the jiggle and recoil like he was being hypnotized.

The nickname made India’s stomach swirl with newfound excitement and emboldened by her desire, she fed into it.

“Yes Daddy I do like it.” She laid one side of her face onto the bed, catching a glimpse of him behind her still. He was in the midst of taking his pants and underwear off, kicking them out of the way in front of the bed.

Then she caught an eyeful of his swinging cock.

She turned her head back forward, not wanting Jey to see her expression on her face, but he saw it anyway.

He laughed, flashing his grill. “Don’t worry baby. It’s gon’ fit.”

He grabbed his dick, slowly rubbing it all across her wet pussy, coating himself in the natural lubricant, before slowly but surely leading the tip of it inside of India.

Just the tip made India freeze, feeling him stretch her walls out in the most delicious way that she never felt before. She unintentionally squeezed around it in the midst of her adjusting, making Jey groan out.

“Man, you so tight mama. Drivin’ me crazy and I ain’t even all the way in.” India reached around behind her with her right arm, pulling him closer to her and signaling that he was okay to keep going.

Jey kept slowly filling her up inch by inch, until he bottomed out, then he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in, and they both moaned at the feeling. Every inch of both of their bodies was on fire with pleasure, like liquid heat running through their veins.

Jey was definitely a talker during sex.

As India was still on all fours, Jey’s pace had sped up and was now really digging her deep. He looked down at where they were connected, noticing the cream that was coating his tan dick.

“This pussy is mine, right?” He leaned forward to grab and pull her hair, making her back arch even more so he could get deeper.

“Shit! Yes Daddy, it’s so big.” The lewd sounds of skin smacking against each other, added to the wet sounds of their liquid desire mixing together was sure enough to get a noise complaint to any nearby neighbors.

“Unghh. Damn India, you gon’ let the whole hotel hear baby?” Jey said through heavy breaths, loving how she felt squeezing so tight around him.

He let her hair go, putting both hands back onto her waist, slowing down his thrusts on purpose so she could feel every single inch. It took her breath away and she once again reached behind her to grab his arm.

“You takin’ my dick so good baby. Lookin’ so sexy like this too.”

She brought the same hand down to rub her clit in circles, feeling another orgasm approaching and Jey noticed.

“Yea that’s right. Rub that shit for me. You gon’ come again, huh? Tell me.” He changed the angle of his hips and it hit just right against that spot that no one ever hit before.

“Oh my-fuck, Jey! Right there, right there, don’t stop please!”

He licked his lips, smirking, keeping the angle right where she wanted it. This paired with the stimulation of her clit brought her a mind-blowing, out of body, otherworldly, never-knew-was-capable-of-existing orgasm as she felt white heat throughout her body and her eyes may as well have gotten stuck in the back of her head.

Jey damn near came at how much tighter she squeezed and spasmed around him than she was doing previously, so he softly pulled out of her, watching her opening spasm open then closed as she shook with pleasure.

“Damn...” He just admired her as she rode her wave.

After it seemed like she came back down to earth, he kissed up her back before slipping it back inside of her again. He was continuously digging her out, the sheets beneath them catching every stream of wetness that dared to slowly fall on it.

Jey was trying to not come yet, too in love with the way she felt around him, but he couldn’t hold it off any longer. With each thrust, his body tensed, his core flexing and his hands grew tighter on her waist and hips.

“Fuck baby, you makin’ me come. Where you want it?”

India was feeling bold so she told him.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy.”

Jey obliged and as soon as he knew he couldn’t hold it any longer, he pulled out while India turned to face him and not much sooner, she felt the warm streams of the result of his orgasm land on her lips and face.

His moans were so beautiful, a perfect mix of groans and she could’ve sworn she heard a low whimper in there somewhere.

He kept stroking himself until the blissful contractions in his dick began to simmer down. As he was still breathing heavy, he brought his finger to India’s cheek, gathering some of it up before bringing it to her lips.

It was a quiet exchange as she obeyed his silent command. He tasted good—a neutral taste but with slightly sweet accents. She could tell he ate right.

He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her forehead before heading into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out with a wet towel and he gently cleaned her face with it, makeup coming off and all, but India couldn’t care less.

“I got you, mama.” He lowly spoke to her.

“Thank you…” She was in awe of how caring he was

He then put the towel in the little towel pile that was on the floor by the shower, came back to the bedside to turn the light off, and then grabbed India to pull close to him as they cuddled in bed to hopefully fall asleep without someone getting too excited again for round two.

A/N: india don't get too comfortable...

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uceyjucey: answer the phone... now

Lillah smirked to herself as she ignored another one of Josh’s phone calls. She didn’t bother declining. Let it ring. Let him squirm.

She leaned back against the velvet cushions, scrolling casually through the comments pouring in beneath the photos she’d just posted. The pictures had originally been for his eyes only. But that was before he soft-launched betrayal on his story—Puerto Rico, of all places. Not a selfie, not even his face, just a sleek table for two: twin cocktails beading with condensation,

He hadn’t even bothered to crop the second glass out.

She let out a loud sigh as her phone started ringing again; this time it was a FaceTime call.  Forcing a smile on her face, she answered the call and was immediately met with Josh glaring at her.

“You don’t know how to answer a phone?” He gritted out, and Lillah rolled her eyes. 

“How’s Puerto Rico?” 

Josh sucked his teeth. “Man, thats whatchu’ pissed about? You knew I was coming down here to train with homeboy.” 

“Mmhm.” Lillah rolled her eyes. “Homebody like fruity drinks too?”

Josh’s jaw tightened, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

“You know what,” he started, shaking his head, “you always jumpin’ to conclusions. Out here posting thirst traps instead of just askin’ who I was with.” 

“Oh, I know who you were with.” She scoffed. “Some bitch who can only handle fruity drink.” 

Josh huffed. “You deadass think i’d cheat on you, Lilly? After all the hoops I had to go through just to be ya’ man?” 

Lillah shrugged, her oversized sweater falling off her shoulder. “Maybe you liked the chase more.” 

“Damn.” Josh muttered, scoffing as he looked out into the ocean. “Thats whatchu’ think of me huh?” When Lillah didn’t say anything Josh huffed. “Ight Lilly.” He shook his head. “You got it.”  He scrubbed a habd down his face. “Believe what you want. I ain’t explaining myself to someone who already decided I’m guilty.”

She opened her mouth, ready to fire back, but he ended the call. “Dickhead.” She muttered and threw her phone down on the couch next to her.

It had been three days since Josh and Lillah’s last conversation. He had tried to call back multiple times but was met with her voicemail; she blocked him. 

Tonight was Saturday  Night Main Event, meaning they had to see each other tonight. She sat backstage, eyes laser-focused on the swinging machine as she finished the final touches on his gear for the night.  

Her body sensed him before her eyes could see him. She didn’t look up, but her spine straightened slightly, and her heart started to beat a little faster. She could feel his eyes on her as she turned the sewing machine off. He didn’t speak right away. He never did when he was trying to read her mood. 

Lillah stood slowly, gathering the gear with careful hands. She zipped it into the black garment bag, “Here,” She said. still not looking at him. 

“You’n got nothing to say to me?” Josh asked, and Lillah shrugged one shoulder. 

“I said everything I had to say the other day.” 

“So, this how you doing it?” Josh scoffed. “I told you what it was, and you still don’t believe me.”  Lillah didn’t say anything; she rolled her eyes and walked over to the rack and pulled another superstar's gear off that needed improvement. “Man, you act like I been out here wildin’. I was with Homeboy and his team. We trained. We ate. That’s it.”

She didn’t even look at him. “So y’all train in candlelight now?”

Josh sucked his teeth. “C’mon, Lily, You bein’ real childish right now.” 

“Then maybe you should date someone your own age, then, huh?” She shot back with an eye roll. “Look, just go on about your day, Joshua. Whatever we had it done with. I told you from day one I don’t do liars or cheaters, and you turned out to be both.” 

Josh shook his head and laughed. “You know what, stay right here, don’t move.” He said as he turned on his heel and walked out of the room. 

Lillah rolled her eyes. “Not the boss of me.” She said as she walked back over to her desk and threw the gear down. Josh was back, not even two minutes later, followed by Logan Paul and his camera crew. 

“Help me explain that I ain’t have no other bitch in Puerto Rico.” 

Logan laughed and looked over to Lillah. “Girl, all her could talk about was you and how he wished he could have brought you.” 

Lillah blinked, lips parting just slightly in confusion. She stared at Josh, trying to see if Logan was lying. All she could see in his eyes was truthfulness.  “Swear on everything,” Logan said, glancing between them. “That second drink in the picture? It was my wife’s. Nina was sittin’ right across from J-money here.” 

Lillah’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “Who the fuck -” 

Josh cut her off. “Don’t,” he laughed. 

“Trust me,” Logan said, bringing Lillah’s attention back to him. “If we weren’t training, he was talking about you.” 

Lillah’s eyes flickered between them. Her jaw stayed tight, but the fire behind it had dimmed. “You still should’ve said something,” she said to Josh, quieter this time. “Letting me find out through social like that... it made me feel stupid.”

Josh gave Logan a nod. Logan and his crew left without another word. Josh waited until the door closed behind them. 

“I was tryna’ explain everything but you pissed me off by postin’ those pictures.” 

Lillah scoffed. “So you just let me think you had another bitch with you?” 

“I didn’t let you think anything,” he said, his voice a little lower now, more careful. “I just… I ain’t think I had to spell it out for you, Lillah. I figured you’d know me better than that.”

Lillah’s eyes narrowed. “So now it’s my fault?”

“Nah, I didn’t say that,” he shot back, but there was no heat in it.  “I’m saying I should’ve been clearer. I should’ve texted, called, something. But I didn’t, and that’s on me.”

She crossed her arms and scoffed. “Yeah, it is.”

Josh nodded, letting the silence stretch a beat. “But I ain’t out here playin’ you, Lillah. Never have. Never will”

She didn’t respond right away, just studied him like she was trying to stitch together the truth from his words the way she did with thread and fabric. “I’m sorry.” She muttered, her shoulders sagging as all the anger left her body. 

Josh, being the ass that he is, cupped his hand around his ear. “I’m sorry. I ain’t hear you.” He tried to suppress his smile. 

Lillah’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing instantly. “Don’t push it.”

Josh chuckled and took a step closer to her. Gently taking her hands into his own. “I’m sorry too. I should’ve handled it differently. I know that.”

“I don’t want you to find someone your age.” She whispered, and Josh laughed. 

 “Good. 'Cause I already got everything I want right here.”  He leaned in just enough to feel her breath hitch. “Now,” he added, voice dropping to that low, smug rumble she loved and hated, “go ahead and give daddy a kiss.”

Lillah rolled her eyes. “You get on my damn nerves.” She said with a grin on her face, and she stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around his neck. Josh’s hands tightened gently on her waist as he pulled her closer. When their lips met, it was slow and deliberate. His lips moved against hers with a confident ease, like he’d been waiting for this moment longer than he let on.

Lillah’s hands tightened around his neck, fingers threading through the short curls at the nape. Josh deepened the kiss, his thumb brushing over her cheek, grounding them both in the now.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths still mingling.

“I’m not letting you go,” Josh whispered, voice rough but certain. 

“Good.” She muttered, pulling him down to her and capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.  When they finally parted, their breaths mingled, and Lillah rested her forehead against his.

“You’re mine,” Josh said, voice low and steady, like a promise.

Lillah smiled, wiping some of her gloss off his lips. “Always.”

Authors Note: Don't know why I was having a hard time finishing this one 😫. Hope all of you enjoyed this!

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