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Behave Yourself (Or Don’t)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mdni, smut

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

The second you finished slipping up your tiny cheetah print dress, you heard him behind you — heavy footsteps, slow, deliberate.

“You really gon wear that shit out the house?” Josh drawled, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe.

You caught his reflection in the mirror — arms bulging out his black tee, jaw tight, gold chain shining against his chest.

The look in his eyes made you shiver a little.

You smiled innocently, smoothing your hands down the curve of your waist.

“What?” you teased. “You don’t like it?”

“I like it too much,” he muttered. “That’s the fucking problem.”

He pushed off the frame, walking up behind you, big hands grabbing your hips, grinding himself against your ass.

“Stay home, baby,” he murmured against your neck. “Lemme give you a better night than anything you find out there.”

You laughed, turning in his arms to kiss his cheek.

“I promised my girls, baby,” you said sweetly. “I’ll behave. Swear.”

He narrowed his eyes, not looking convinced for a second.

“You better,” he said, low and rough. “Cuz you know how I get when you don’t.”

Hours later, drunk off your ass, you weren’t thinking about that warning at all.

You were grinding on your friends, laughing, your dress riding up with every move.

You didn’t even notice when one of your girls posted a story — you, throwing it back, cleavage spilling out, giggling uncontrollably.

But Jey saw.

Oh, he fuckin saw.

He sat on the couch at home, jaw clenching so hard it hurt, watching the fifteen-second clip on repeat.

“She think this shit a joke, huh,” he muttered, tossing his phone down and waiting.

Waiting for you to come home and face what you started.

When you stumbled in the door an hour later, heels in one hand, giggling like a fool, you didn’t even notice him sitting there — silent, dangerous.

“Babyyyy,” you slurred, “I missed youuuu.”

You wobbled toward him, but Josh stood up slowly, stopping you in your tracks with just a look.

“Get yo ass upstairs,” he said, voice so calm it was scarier than if he yelled.

“Now.”

Something inside you sobered up real fast.

You chewed your lip, realizing this wasn’t gonna be a sweet reunion.

You turned, hurrying up the stairs, feeling his eyes burning into your back the whole way.

The second you hit the bedroom, he was on you — slamming the door shut behind him.

“You had fun?” he asked, stalking toward you.

You backed up instinctively until your knees hit the bed.

“I…I didn’t do anything bad,” you whispered.

Jey laughed — a deep, humorless sound — before grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“You call what you did behave, huh?” he growled. “Dancing like a fucking slut for everybody to see? Dress ridin up, pussy damn near out? Shit on camera?”

You whimpered, shaking your head.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “You wanted attention? Bet. Imma give you something to remember.”

He shoved you down onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach like you weighed nothing.

“You gon learn tonight, baby.”

You barely had time to breathe before he yanked your dress up over your ass, ripping your thong down, exposing you.

Without warning, he dove between your legs — spreading you open, tongue fucking you from the back, sloppy, messy, nasty.

You cried out, gripping the sheets, thighs trembling.

“Fuck, Jey — oh my god!”

He licked you with wild, angry hunger, groaning deep in his chest like he couldn’t get enough.

When he finally pulled back, your legs were shaking, pussy dripping all over the bed.

“You think anybody out there could make you feel like this?” he growled, grabbing his dick and rubbing the thick head through your soaked folds.

“N-no,” you whimpered.

“Damn right they can’t.”

He slammed into you in one brutal stroke, making you scream into the mattress.

“Take it,” he grunted, snapping his hips into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “You wanna act like a slut, imma fuck you like one.”

He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back, the other hand wrapped around your throat.

“Whose pussy is this, huh?” he hissed in your ear, thrusting deep.

“Yours, Jey! Fuck, it’s yours!”

He fucked you harder, faster, choking you lightly, your vision going fuzzy from the lack of air and overwhelming pleasure.

You felt it building — fast, dangerous — and you clawed at the sheets, trying to warn him.

“Jey — I’m gonna—!”

“Let it fuckin’ go,” he growled. “Squirt all over daddy’s dick. Show me who you belong to.”

You shattered with a scream, gushing around him, soaking his thighs, the bed, everything.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, not slowing down at all. “Look at that messy ass pussy.”

He pounded you through it, relentless, until you were a sobbing, trembling wreck.

Finally, he grunted, burying himself deep and cumming inside you with a broken moan, filling you up until it leaked back out, dripping down your thighs.

You collapsed onto the bed, completely destroyed.

Jey leaned over you, kissing your shoulder roughly, still holding you pinned down.

“You ever pull that shit again,” he muttered against your skin, voice dark and full of promise, “Imma fuck you out in the club. On camera. Let everybody see who owns this pussy.”

You whimpered, nodding weakly.

He chuckled, low and dangerous.

“Yeah,” he said, sliding two fingers between your thighs to push his cum deeper inside you.

“You gon behave now, huh, baby?”

You couldn’t even answer — just moaned brokenly into the mattress, knowing you were absolutely, 100% his.

You were still sprawled out on the bed, body trembling, mind blank, barely able to breathe.

Cum dripping out of you, thighs soaked, dress bunched up around your waist — completely wrecked.

But Jey wasn’t done with you.

Not even close.

He grabbed a handful of your hair, yanking you up onto your knees at the edge of the bed.

“Look at this mess,” he muttered, voice low, taunting.

“You fucking leaking, baby.”

You whimpered, legs shaky, clinging to his forearm for balance.

He smirked down at you, dick still half-hard, still glistening with both of your mess.

“Aight,” he said, gripping his dick at the base, tapping it against your lips. “Clean it up.”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open automatically.

“Go head,” he murmured, voice rough. “Ain’t gotta be shy now. You wanted to act bad, you can taste it.”

You whimpered again but leaned forward, wrapping your lips around the tip, tasting yourself immediately — salty, sweet, filthy.

“Atta girl,” Jey rasped, hand fisting in your hair tighter.

“Open wider.”

You obeyed, letting him push deeper into your mouth — slow, heavy strokes, groaning low as you licked and sucked every inch.

“Yeahhh, baby,” he moaned, watching you. “Suck that shit off. Swallow all that nasty shit like a good fucking girl.”

You gagged slightly, tears springing to your eyes, but you didn’t stop — didn’t want to stop.

Jey pulled out for a second, smearing the head of his dick against your swollen lips, your chin, marking you with his mess.

“Look at you,” he chuckled darkly. “Lil drunk slut, drunk off my dick now too.”

He shoved back into your mouth, deeper this time, holding your head still, fucking your throat slow and dirty.

You moaned around him, eyes fluttering closed, loving the way he used you — how nasty and filthy and owned you felt.

“That’s right,” he growled, feeling you swallow around him.

“This mouth, this pussy — all mine. Don’t forget that shit next time your lil friends try to take you out.”

You nodded weakly, tears streaming down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin — taking him deeper until you couldn’t breathe.

Jey finally pulled out with a messy pop, slapping your cheek lightly with his dick.

“Good girl,” he muttered, running his thumb over your wet lips.

“You cleaned daddy up nice,” he said, smirking.

“But don’t get too comfortable, baby,” he added, voice dropping even lower.

“Turn that ass around. I ain’t finished with you yet.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Jey manhandled you again — flipping you onto your side, one leg thrown over his thick forearm, trapping you open for him.

“Thought you was done?” he teased, stroking his heavy, wet dick right along your ruined slit.

“You cute.”

You whimpered, legs trembling, body already hypersensitive.

He didn’t waste any time — slid back inside in one slow, punishing thrust, dragging a broken moan out of you.

“Fuuuuck,” you cried, trying to push at his abs — the muscles flexing hard under your palms — but it was useless.

Jey grabbed your wrist, pinning it down above your head with one big hand.

“Uh uh,” he grunted. “You wanted to act grown tonight. You taking every fuckin’ inch.”

He set a brutal, lazy pace — slow, deep strokes, dragging his dick against every sensitive spot inside you until you were sobbing into the sheets.

But then —

You felt it — his hand sliding down your lower back, between your cheeks.

You gasped when his thumb brushed against your tight little hole, teasing, slick with spit and your own cum.

“Relax, baby,” he rasped, lips brushing your ear.

“I know you nasty. I know you want it.”

You tried to deny it, shaking your head, but your pussy clenched tight around him, giving you away.

He chuckled low and filthy.

“Yeahhhh, that’s what I thought.”

Without warning, he pushed his thumb in — slow, deep, stretching you while he kept fucking you from the side.

You damn near screamed, whole body arching off the bed.

“Shittttt, daddy — I can’t—!”

“Yes the fuck you can,” he growled, thrusting harder, thumb pressing deeper, filling both your holes at once.

“You taking it like a fucking champ, baby. Don’t run now.”

You sobbed, trying to push at his rock-hard abs again, but he just laughed darkly.

“You pushing me away?” he taunted, snapping his hips into you harder. “You tryna stop daddy?”

He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him, his thumb still buried deep inside you, cock pounding your soaked pussy.

“You act like you don’t love this shit,” he hissed, watching tears spill down your cheeks.

“You was begging for it earlier, remember?” He growled.

You could only moan helplessly, body spasming, stars exploding behind your eyes.

“Fucking squirt again for me,” he demanded, voice rough.

“Wanna see this pussy squirt while my thumb’s deep in this lil tight ass.”

You screamed his name, convulsing around him, body locking up as you squirted again — soaking both of you, squirting so hard it splashed down your thighs, the sheets already ruined.

“Fuuuuuck, baby,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt, feeling you gush all over him.

“God damn, you nasty.”

He pulled his thumb out slow, dragging it up your spine, smearing the mess.

Still inside you, still so hard, still looking at you like he wanted to ruin you a thousand more times.

“You learn your fucking lesson yet?” he growled, hips still grinding into you slow, filthy.

You nodded frantically, sobbing out a slurred, desperate “Yes, daddy.”

Jey smirked darkly, licking his lips.

“Good,” he said. “Cuz I ain’t finished teaching you.”

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Published : August 15, 2025😌

[4milly]

How did we get here? After watching Sinners, how did this person come up with THIS, of all things? 😭 I need answers

[4milly]

yall i scored a labubu

[4milly]

see yall got me nervous to drop my imagines for their birthday. i’m just tryna write ohemgee.

[4milly]

[4milly]

Neverending Love

MASTERLIST🎀

pairing| Jey Uso x Black!reader

warnings| none :)

Summary | Jey always had a thing for spoiling you , but now that you are pregnant with his child, the gifts are only increased and unpredictable

Disclaimer | I do not own any of the pictures used , credits go to the rightful owners . Please do not take my work and post it on any other website or platform . Likes, Reblogs,and comments are always welcome. Enjoy.

Divider credits| @leilakittya

The light Hawaiian breeze hit you while you stood on the balcony watching the blue skies and palm trees in your orange dress that perfectly showed your baby bump. It flowed beautifully anytime a breeze would pass through. You inhaled the scent of nature and took a deep breath. You heard some light shuffling in the background and then some footsteps . You felt large arms wrap around your mid section a little bit above your

“You look so beautiful ma” Jey said while wrapping his arms around you from behind and caressing your baby bump. He pressed soft repeated kisses along your jaw. You’ve come to realize that his hands almost never leave your baby bump, it’s become something that is now apart of your guys shared routine. He was wearing a white button up shirt, with a pair of soft dress pants and white Air Force ones.

“Thank you love” you responded softly.

“How you feeling? No pain or anything like that” He asked with curiosity and sternness. This man was always checking on you , the thought of anything bad happening to you or even being in the slightest amount of pain worried him.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine, you have nothing to worry about” you reply. You can see the worry instantly leave his face and it makes your heart soften.

“I gotta a bunch of stuff planned for you today babe , but before I forget I gotta give something too you” He says while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek and taking your hand and leading you to the soft white armchair and made you sit down. You watched him walk down the hallway and heard him open closet door and then heard it shut. You leaned back into the chair and waited for him to come back with whatever he had up his sleeve. Hearing his footsteps become louder you looked up and saw him with a big bouquet of pink roses and the familiar black bag with the words Chanel written in the middle of it in a white font.

“ Oh my god babe! This is too cute” you said in awe. You got use to the spoiling and lavish gifts but the more that you got them the more surprised you got each and every time. You quickly grabbed onto the roses and inhaled the lovely scent.

“You see I know my girl, I figured you would like them” he stated with a wide grin.

“Like them? Boy you mean love them” you said with a scoff still admiring the roses. He let out a laugh at your response still watching your reaction to the bouquet.

“Give those rest baby open this” He said while taking the box out of the Chanel bag and handing you the box. You rest the roses on the bedside table and hold the box in your lap. You looked up and smiled at him.

“Babe, I swear you be surprising me too much” you said while removing the lid and started making your way through the white wrapping.

“So whatchu’ trying to say, I can’t spoil my girl”He asked while chuckling. You soon let out a loud gasp seeing the light pink colored Chanel bag . Before you can even respond he added

“ You know I had to get it in pink for our Babygirl”He said while kneeling down in front of you placing his hands on either side of your baby bump . The emotions just started to hit you feeling so appreciated and loved by the man you loved the most.

“Babe, now you got my ass crying I can’t with you” you say while chuckling and wiping away the stray tears.

“Don’t start that crying babe, you deserve it your carrying our baby and your my wife first and foremost anything I do for you don’t question it , alright?” Jey said while rubbing your baby bump and looking at you with nothing but love that was never ending .

All you could do is smile at him and kiss him. You were at a complete loss for words.

“Now don’t think that’s all your getting babe, we just getting started”..

………..

After a whole day of shopping and high end dining you guys make your way back to your guys hotel room hand in hand.

“Okay I got one last surprise babe” He said while getting his keycard out of his pocket.

“Oh gosh babe more still” you responded with a shock expression on .

“What did I tell your ass before, you deserve it ma so don’t question it” . You let out a dramatic sigh wonder

He slowly opens the door and you see a soft golden hue with rose petals scattered across the long hallway leading into the bedroom . He takes your hand leading the way into the bedroom seeing the rose petals surrounding the bed covers in white linen . The bed was filled with gifts from designer places almost too many for you to count.

“I don’t even have any words” you say while walking around, with your hand resting on top of your belly . You take in the room in all its glory seeing all the decorations and gifts.

Jey comes in front of you wrapping his arms around you and whispers to you “Just know that my love for you and our babygirl is never ending”.

[4milly]

it’s annoying cause we don’t know anything frfr, but the video was insane 😭😭😭

why tf is he posing turned around 😭😭😭

I'm still laughing at that video btw 😂😂😂😂

[4milly]

One Of The Girls

summary just your typical girl next door showing up at her womanizing neighbor’s house with a plan to finally be one of his whores girls.

- 18+ pairing: roman reigns x female!reader

warning girl next door trope, unprotected p in v, lots of dirty talk, orgasm denial, dom/sub dynamics, slight choking, hair pulling, slapping/spanking, degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, slight brat taming, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding

“Not interested.” He slams the door in your face. 

“Ugh! How rude!” you pout, scoffing as you turn and walk to the next house. You had this cute little idea to bring your neighbors your homemade soap samples, essential oils, bath soaks, and a few therapeutic lotions. All organic, of course! Each one comes in a cute little mesh bag with your business card tucked inside that links to your Etsy, phone number, and email, right there in case they wanted more.

Everyone in the neighborhood has something to say about him. He who mostly keeps to himself, except for when it comes to women. Women come and go from his house enough that the HOA actually warned him. He’s hot. You’ve seen him outside when he’s shirtless mowing his lawn or washing his car because you’ve watched him do it all from your bedroom window with your hand stuffed in your sleep shorts.

You finish your rounds, handing out samples, collecting compliments and a few tips, but your head’s still at Roman’s door. Clearly, Roman wasn’t into the sweet “girl next door act” so you need a new plan.

A few weeks later, it began to rain. You knew it was coming because you’d been checking the forecast all week. You knock on his door, drenched and shivering, your white shirt clinging to your skin. Water drips down your hair and collarbone, “I’m sorry,” you whisper, crossing your arms and looking down like you’re embarrassed. “I locked myself out. Renee from HOA has a spare key but she’s not answering. I didn’t know where else to go.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second. Then steps back and opens the door wider. You smile faintly and step inside, there’s a pizza on the stovetop, still warm. Definitely homemade and not a frozen one, the whole counter’s a mess with flour. 

“Sit down.” He steps beside you, draping a towel around your shoulders before motioning to the nearest chair.

“I...I can’t. I’m all wet…” Still, you sit anyway, you’re already here and bailing isn’t an option. 

You glance around, kinda hoping he’d at least give you some kind of indication that the plan is sort of working. He was supposed to be ripping your wet clothes off and fucking you senseless. But he comes back with a shirt and holds it out, with his eyes on yours. 

“Bathroom’s down the hall.” He was a gentleman, something that was a bit shocking especially considering his history with women. You would’ve expected him to make you strip and give him a lap dance in your wet t-shirt or preferably in your birthday suit but he didn’t.

You obey, locking the door behind you. Your nipples ache from the cold as you peel off your soaked bra and panties. You dry off quickly, huffing out a quick “this better fucking work” then pulling his shirt over your body. It falls past your thighs, swallowing you up. When you step back into the living room, he’s by the kitchen island with his back turned, licking tomato sauce off his fingers. He was shirtless, wearing his hair loose and wavy like a lion’s mane.

“You hungry?” he asks without turning around.

“I’m sorry?”

Your eyes flick back to the pizza again, pretending like you’re not watching him out of the corner of your eye. The counter’s still a mess with shreds of mozzarella stuck to a knife and the sauce jar was sitting there with the lid half screwed on. 

“I said, are you hungry?” He turns this time, chewing. Watching you. He wipes sauce from the corner of his lips with his thumb, eyes dropping briefly to your legs causing you to shift a little. “I’ll give you some, if you would like some.” 

Yes, give me all of it. Balls deep. You try to laugh. “Thanks, but no thanks.” 

He shrugs and goes back to eating. You feel stupid. The rain, the oscar winning performance that you put on, everything was rehearsed in your head and now it’s going to shit. You thought he’d make a move already or grab your chin and tilt it up like on KinkTok. But he didn’t, he’s acting unbothered and it’s throwing you off your entire game. What if he’s fucking crazy… Actually, you’re crazy for doing all this. 

You step closer, clearing your throat. “Actually…”

Your fingers brush a few things aside on the island. You hop up, feeling the cold granite under your bare thighs.

“What I’m hungry for,” you tilt your head, “isn’t on the menu.”

It sounded smoother in your head, you hate it immediately. He looks you in your eyes before trailing down to your bare legs to where his t-shirt hugs your chest. That smirk says your nervous little line didn’t turn him off. It turned him on.

••• 

This might be your smartest idea yet. You were lying back on the island, legs parted, chest rising and falling fast as Roman licked into you like he had all night. His beard scratched against your inner thighs, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you spread. You tried to lift them, you tried to grind into his face, but he flattened his palm across your belly. 

His tongue circled your clit, while your fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt where it hugged your body, and your hips rocked just enough to chase more friction.

His fingertips press into your thighs, spreading you wider as he’s licking and slurping up every drop of your wetness. The heat of his mouth and the wet slide of his tongue are too much to bear, you grip the edges of the island, holding on as waves of pleasure pulse through you.

Roman feels you squirming, trying in vain to keep quiet, and it makes him smirk against you. One hand slips up, groping your breast through the oversized shirt hanging off your frame, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. 

Your expression was pure heaven, your lashes fluttering as your fingers threaded lazily through his hair. “Mm,” he hummed. He feels the way you tighten, your hips jerking ever so slightly as the pressure coils tight inside you. Your breath turns ragged, almost desperate, and you barely manage to whisper, “Oh, fuck…” right as the first wave threatens to crash. That’s when he stopped. Roman looked up at you from between your legs, “Did I give you permission?” he asked.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out except a choked breath.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll learn.” He sat back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before dragging his chair back a few inches. He sat down and patted his thigh, his tongue swept across his lips like he could still taste you as a low sigh rumbled from his chest. 

You swung a leg over, settling into his lap, the hem of his shirt crept higher with every inch you moved. You let out a shaky sigh, rolling your hips forward just enough to feel the hard outline of him beneath you.

Roman’s hands slide to your hips, guiding you in another slow roll, his fingers digging in. You both groan at the friction, your thighs tightening around him, hungry for more.

Roman’s head dipped as he mumbled your name and a few curses under his breath. Each time your hips jerked forward for more friction, he slowed you down, dragging his hands up your thighs to hold you still. His grip tightened, controlling your pace. He brings his mouth to your ear, pressing a kiss on your jawline. “You like my thigh that much, baby?” A whimper slips out, involuntarily.

You squirm. “Please…”

“Please what?”

Your voice comes out pathetic, but you’re too far gone to care. “Touch me. Fuck….please touch me.”

“I’ve been touching you, haven’t I?”

Not how you need. Your hips roll without permission, Roman notices. He knows you’re close. 

“You want to try again?” He says, pulling your hips forward so your pussy press right up against the thick muscle of his thigh. “Go on then. Take what you need.”

You stare up at him, reaching for his hand and guiding it between your thighs. He lets you. His palm presses against your bare, slick heat and a low moan slips from your lips as his fingers find the bundle of nerves begging for attention.

“Roman,” you breathe out, moaning against his mouth. 

He lets out a sound that blends your moan with his own rising arousal. “How’s my girl feeling, huh? You must feel so good…” 

Right when your walls flutter around his fingers and your body screams for release…he moves his hand away. “No, no, please no, don’t stop!” you cry. 

“Did you ask for permission?“

“I did!”

He hums, like he’s savoring the sound of your desperation. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”

Your lips part, and before you can stop yourself, a soft, almost hesitant, “Yes, daddy,” slips out. Damn, you’re good at this. You’ve run through this exact scenario in your head a hundred times. 

“But good girls don’t get what they want just because they ask.” His voice drops, “They have to earn it.”

His hand cups your ass, while his thumb grazes your clit in slow little circles that makes you tighten your grip on his shoulders. Your gaze locks with his as you grind harder, angling your hips just right so the pressure hits where it needs to. His thigh flexes, and your lips part in a broken moan but you keep looking at him. 

Watch me, you think. This is what you do to me.

"Fuck, Roman..." you breathe out, half-laughing through the moan. “I-I really wanna cum.”

“Cum for me then, baby.”

If his sweatpants were soaked before, they’re ruined now. Your whole body locks up against him, his fingers never stop as he gently rubs you through it.

“There you go,” he mutters against your cheek. “Just like that. Make a mess for me.”

You fall against his body, completely spent. But Roman doesn’t rush you, he waits for you to become grounded again. 

You shift back up onto the counter, wetness dripping down your legs with Roman right behind you. His presence causes you to arch, his hands explore the curve of your hips, then he parts your legs wider, but he doesn’t slide himself inside of you.

“Like what you see?” you tease before catching your breath as his fingers slip between your slick folds. His finger slides deeper, curling inside you like he’s memorizing every inch. When he adds a second finger, your body opens up even more, warm and tightly around him. His palm lands flat and firm on the curve of your ass. 

“You like that?” his fingers curling upward as he questions you, “You like my fingers, baby?”

You don’t even have to think twice. You nod, letting out a slew of soft moans and curses. 

“Use your words, baby. Repeat it.” 

Your slickness glides over his palm, while his other hand lands hard on your ass, causing you to bite your lip. “Yesss…shit!”

“I know you do. That’s just my fingers. Imagine what he’s gonna do to you.”

It felt better than anything you’d dared to imagine and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. When you moaned his name, he caught the need buried under your voice and smirked, pushing his fingers until he hit that soft, spongy spot inside you. His fingers curled and scissored in a teasing rhythm, like he was savoring every reaction you gave. Then his pace picked up, while the heel of his hand rubbed hard circles on your clit. You felt yourself unraveling, until he pulled back, prolonging your orgasm. 

He does it again and again. Over and over, each time bringing you right to the finish line as he whispers praises in your ear while he denies you. “That’s it..breathe through it for me, angel.”

Your eyes caught the stainless steel oven’s glass, and there you were with your face flushed, lips parted, and your body trembling. The kitchen light bounced off the metal, showing every little jerk of your hips trying to meet his hand. The desperate ache in your core rising faster until your mouth opened, you let out a strangled moan. “I-I’m gonna….plea-”

Finally, he gives you what you want and this time, he doesn’t stop you. You can barely hold yourself up. He watches you in the reflection and he watches the way your jaw goes slack, eyes roll back, your thighs start to buckle. You try to act like you’re not about to fall apart, but your body betrays you while your face twists in overwhelmed pleasure.

The minute you cum, it’s with your face pressed against the cold countertop, crying out his name, your whole body shaking from how long he made you wait. It hits in waves and for a moment, all you can do is pant and whimper and blink up at the ceiling.

Roman’s hands stay at your waist, guiding you. He holds your trembling thighs apart, enamored by your tight, puffy folds. He lines up the tip of his dick with one hand while the other slides up your back, pressing you down hard against the counter. He pushes in slowly and your body instantly betrays you, again.

You scream, clenching immediately, cumming before you even know what hit you. Roman doesn’t move, “Did you really just fucking cum as soon as I put it in?” he chuckles before stretching you out, claiming every inch of you. 

Your face contorts, the stretch is both pain and pleasure, a reminder that your wish was granted. “You’re so big! Fu-uucckkk,” You let out a hiss at the stinging sensation spreading throughout your body. “Ohmigosh, you’re in my stomach!” You felt so fucking stuffed as he presses deeper, his hands braced on either side of you, locking you in place. 

“I know, but you're taking it so well.”

He pulls your body upright, pressing your back flush against his bare chest. His fingers curl around your neck, the way he drives into you is relentless and every stroke drags a slow burn low in your belly. The island digs into your stomach as you try to scoot forward, causing you to wince at the cold hardness beneath you. Every thrust sends his pelvis slamming into yours, the collision jolting a heat through your core. You felt yourself slowly entering subspace as your head tilted forward, your eyelids heavy as the kitchen island edge bit into your fingertips as you tried to keep yourself upright.

“You came here to get fucked,” he growls. “So take it.”

“Yes daddy,” you purred, arching your back for him as your breasts jiggled with each thrust.

 You turn your head over your shoulder, looking him in his eyes. “You're so fucking pretty," He says, before his palm cracks against your cheek. Red and blue hues of bruises will cling to your body as another reminder of this euphoric moment. 

“You want it?” he asked, almost sweetly.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You cried out, your legs trembling violently and so intense you instinctively reached back to push him away. But Roman caught your wrist with ease, guiding it behind your back until your cheek was pressed into the granite. “Aww, baby,” he says, condescendingly. “need a water break, pretty girl?” 

Despite the haze of your orgasm, you’re sobbing now your whole body limp except for the desperate shake of your head. He fists your hair, pulling your face up so you have no choice but to look at him through your tears.

“That’s my girl.”

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[4milly]

Wet Dream

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SUMMARY: When your best friend's man looks too delicious, that you can't help but always think about him. Obsession? Maybe. But what they don't know won't hurt them. The second her eyes fell on him a couple of months ago, he never once left her brain.

WARNINGS: Smut 18+, masturbation, daddy kink, dildo, listening to others fucking, basically slut behaviour, mentions of cum inside v

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is something a little different, based on an idea discussed privately. Decided to write it and share it for everyone to see. Hope you enjoy! 🤗

-> I still write for Roman but I do not support or excuse his behaviour/ideologies, I only write for the character Roman Reigns. I won't be writing for Joe Anoa'i in the future.

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I can’t move away from him. He’s everywhere. In my TV screen. In my phone. In my head. In my apartment. In my space. 

Almost 24/7, every single day, I can trust him to be there. Somewhere. When I wake up and when I go to sleep. As if he rented the damn space in my brain and life. Creeping at the back of my mind, not wanting me to let go. No matter where I look, he’s there. 

Again, everywhere. 

The smell of his cologne always lingers in the air even if he’s been gone for hours. Water all over the shower and bathroom after he took a messy shower—like he always does. Used towel still drying on the towel rack. Way too many sneakers scattered near the entrance or in their bedroom—because he can’t settle on only one pair he has to bring nearly his whole collection. His shirts or hoodies being worn by her, never failing to make me jealous. Workout bag and essentials, obviously his because she and I don’t workout like that.

And the list goes on… He always leaves his trace behind. Intentional or not. I see it. I memorize it all. Because again, how am I supposed not to when he’s literally everywhere. No matter where I look, or where I sit.

Actually, he’s not everywhere. No. Because he's not in my bed. In my arms. Or even better… Inside my pussy. In my mouth. Where I need him the most.

He can’t, because he’s not mine.

He’s hers. My best friend’s. 

And it’s something I have to get used to. Accept. Because as much as I’m blessed with his presence around me, I’m still not the one he calls home. 

I’m not the one to bring him comfort when he needs it. I’m not on the receiving end of his kisses, cuddles and caresses. I’m not the one he says I love you to. I don’t fall asleep nuzzled in his neck and engulfed in his arms at night, to wake up in the morning in the same place, his rough morning voice in my ear, hands pulling me closer and morning kisses warming my cheeks and my heart.

No. I don’t get any of that. I just wake up and sleep alone. In my empty bed. Occasionally bringing someone over, because why not—I still have needs. I tried to move on. I tried getting him out of my head. I tried fucking other men, find the one for me. I tried ignoring the strong attraction I have for him, hiding it to everyone, to her.

It didn’t work. 

It never does no matter how hard I try. Like a magnet, I get pulled back. Hard. Each time. I leave only to fall back into this never ending yearning and craving cycle for a man I can’t touch, I can’t have. From a man who couldn’t care less about me like that.

A man I don’t even love. I have no feelings for him.

I swear.

It’s all unfair if you ask me. It should be illegal to look this fine and accessible, while being so out of reach. Why did he have to fall for her? Why do I have to share an apartment with them when he comes over and sleeps the night? Why can’t my body, my pussy stop yearning for him, his touch, his kisses and his big and delicious cock?

My pussy knows what it wants and won’t let go of it until it gets it. And that’s a problem. A big problem. I don’t know how long I can go on like this. How long my pussy can take the neglect, settling for little buzzing toys and fake cocks, instead of the real thing, to get some kind of satisfaction and pleasure. 

No other dicks, small or big, I will try to feed her from time to time, will help calm down the aching and wetness almost permanently down there. 

Even if it helps, it’s only temporary.

I see his handsome face and start feeling some type of way again. Pussy clenching on nothing. Shivers all over my body. That tingly feeling in my belly, butterflies coming to life.

Pretty brown eyes leave me stuck in place when he looks at me, while that smile and damn tongue of his makes me melt and wish they were being put to good use on my body. And when he dares walk around the place shirtless, body still warm and wet from the shower he just took, towel hanging low on his hips or when sweatpants are the only piece of clothing on his body, barely hiding his v line and happy trail, dick print showing and leaving my mouth watering and pussy crying for him to just take them off so I can see better.

Yeah, don’t get me started on that.

This specimen of a man just has that big of an effect on me, I can barely control myself. My pussy loves disobeying and not behaving as it should. Ruining my underwear from how wet it gets and the longer I deny it from any kind of release, the harder it gets to ignore. 

Unable to focus on anything else but the pressure and need building inside of me, taking over my whole body and occupying all my thoughts. Leaving me no choice but to leave the room quickly and look for some release.

I lost count of how many times I had to pull over in my car, rush to a nearby bathroom or secluded area, excuse myself from a party because I couldn’t take it anymore. 

I had to do something, release the tension threatening to take over me. Fighting the urges to just jump on him and take what I need. Forcing myself to leave the room, not to flash everybody with me pleasuring and fucking myself carelessly in front of everyone.

Fingers desperately rubbing at my already engorged clit, pumping inside of me, chasing that euphoric feeling. Once. Twice. Sometimes more—releases are never a problem. Cumming all over my fingers or a dildo. 

This explains why now, I always hide the necessary toys in my car, in my bag, in the bathroom, pretty much everywhere I can hide them, besides where I have the biggest hiding spot—my bedroom. So I don’t have to worry about having to wait to get home and alone to get what I desperately need. Always making sure they are hidden, clean and sanitary. 

I wanna cum but not get an UTI or something.

I always had a big sex drive. No one would know how a shy and awkward girl like me could be such a nasty and slutty girl behind closed doors and under the sheets. I rarely bring men home, because I’m not like these girls, wearing clothing that leaves little to the imagination, flirting and teasing men to try and catch the fuck of the night.

It’s not me. 

Unless the man in question comes up to me and is upfront about his interest and asks me back to his place or proposes to bring me back to mine and then the rest is history.

But having a 6’3 tall sex-on-legs man in my apartment, in my breathing air, for my slutty viewing pleasure, was a blessing. 

A blessing in disguise. I have to admit.

Not only was I forced to look and not touch, but their bedroom was right next to mine with walls as thin as paper. Meaning, I could hear nearly everything going down in there.

From the moans, to the grunts. I heard them pleasuring one another. Pushing each other closer and closer to the edge, teasing and begging. Sucking and wet sounds added to the mix, accompanied by eager and messy kisses.

I was supposed to be asleep. I was asleep. But how was I supposed to sleep now, when all I heard was them. Him.

I can’t help it but let my hand wander down my body. Fingers moving past the barrier of my now damped panties. Soft whimpers slipped out of my mouth as my finger came in contact with my needy bundle of nerves. Whiny moans slipping past my parted lips, clit sensitive to the least of touches.

Sleepy eyes struggling to stay open. Not only from tiredness still trying to take over my body and failing, but from the burning desire building inside of me. Pussy dripping in my arousal and crying for attention.

Attention I tried giving, but it wasn’t enough. Crying for help, I had to listen to my needy and desperate cunt. Only trying to answer daddy’s calls.

“So fuckin’ gorgeous”

“Look at this pretty pussy… Who’s pussy is this?”

“Babygirl, you taste delicious… can never get enough of you…”

Unfortunately... Daddy wasn’t talking to her, to me.

Wiggling around, tossing and turning, I tried finding the perfect position. The perfect angle. My fingers trying to do all the work, satisfy the need, the craving.

It almost felt like torture. So close but so far away. At this instant, I wished I had the power of invisibility, so I could see everything without being noticed. 

Not just hearing. I needed to see. See what it’s like to make him fall apart. Vulnerable like never before. His handsome face contorting in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and mouth letting me know how good it feels. How bad he needs it.

I wonder how good he is at giving, pleasuring. With his mouth. His tongue. His fingers. His dick. I wanted to see with my very own eyes how big he is because I know. 

I know he is more than blessed down there, hard to hide—easily noticeable. Not only that, but my mouth wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of it on my tongue. Heavy and throbbing. The taste of his tanned skin and the precum, exciting the taste buds of my tongue, finally tasting this delicacy it’s been dreaming of for the longest. Or stretching my tight pussy, full of him, making one with him. Literally.

And then, I heard his dangerous voice, lethal and naughty words. Again.

“That’s it babygirl… give it to me… I want all of it, come all over daddy’s tongue”

Fuck. I swear I almost came at the words alone. The cry of pleasure that came out of her, adding on to my already drenched pussy. The sucking and slurping sounds that followed, erotic and hot. 

It was all too much. Obscene images of the possibility of the scene being acted in their bedroom, flashing through my mind. Sweaty and hot bodies moving in tandem. Her legs spread wide open and pushed back next to her ears. Hands keeping her firmly in place while his head is buried in her middle nectar. Mouth doing its magic and tasting the treat her cunt was generously feeding him, like an open buffet. Only for him to enjoy.

One, two more flicks of my wrist, finger rubbing quick circles on my little pearl of pleasure and I saw stars and the whole galaxies behind my closed eyelids.

My release slipped out of me, wet and warm, making a mess in between my legs and on the sheets under me. Hips bucking, legs trembling with aftershocks, my pussy wasn’t fed enough. It wants more. Needs more.

The room is dark and filled with the smell of arousal. Hot and heavy. Almost suffocating. The only source of lighting is coming from in between the drapes—the moon shining bright in the night sky. A reminder of how late it is. Middle of the night probably—I’m too lazy and horny to even check my phone. I don’t care what time it is. For all I know, it’s sexy time. 

It's all that matters.

Groans and grunts almost bury down her own moans and whimpers. He’s in control of her body. Pleasure starting to take over his whole being. Sounds of pleasure and spanks echoing in my ears like I was the one on the receiving end.

From head to toe, my body is on fire. Sweaty. Breathless. Pussy missing in on the action it so desperately wants to be included in. Wetter than a damn pool down there, I can’t fucking believe it. 

How easy it is for him to take over my pussy, while being in a different room, with someone else. No idea he has two women going crazy for him at the same time.

The hold he has on me is insane. And he doesn’t even know it.

Wishing he would just barge into my room and conquer my pussy like no one before. Ruin me like he’s ruining her right now. Minutes from erupting inside of her or on her.

The image alone didn’t help my situation. Letting out a desperate whine, I can still feel how sticky and wet I am down there. Fingers covered in my juices, dripping down in my panties.

Now, this calls for serious matters. My fingers have to switch. They can’t finish the job—need some assistance. 

Reluctantly removing my hand from pleasuring myself, I sit up on the bed and don't waste a second removing any barrier of clothing on my body, leaving me naked and bothered in the middle of the bed.

Hidden under books and other random shit, I leaned and grabbed my secret pleasure box, located in my night stand. I barely have time to grab the precious hiding inside and close the pandora box that I’m moaning, trying to lubricate it with my mouth. 

Long. Thick. I can’t help but suck on the dildo, imagining I’m sucking on it. 

I needed him. And patience has never been a quality of mine. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel something—stretched and full. I needed a release, again. Badly.

Pushing everything on the floor—the sheets, the clothes—I crawled to the end of the bed, looking at my reflection on the big mirror in front of me. Dildo waiting for its moment to shine, next to me.

“You’re missing out big time, daddy, all this body, hot and needy just for you,” I whisper-moaned, hands playing with my big breasted chest. “I bet you’d love these two babies…” 

My boobs weren’t as big as hers but they always seemed to receive the most attention from all my sexual partners. Even though I had never surprised him staring at them or looking at me like that, I’m sure he’d love them.

Chuckling to myself I made them bounce. “Oh, yeah… sucking and nibbling on them,” I closed my eyes and threw my head back, the feeling of my fingers pinching on the buds, making my clit and pussy throb in need.

Biting down on my lip, I watched my hips rolling and moving on their own. Hips bucking as my very sensitive clit brushed the mattress underneath. 

I moaned again, noticing the mess I was now making, evident by the wet spot expanding on the bed. “Pussy so wet and messy waiting for you… I wanna be your perfect little slut… please…”

Begging. Why the fuck was I begging now?

Occupying myself in the mirror and admiring my naked body, almost made me forget about the other two fucking but I was quickly brought back into reality.

“Yeah, that’s it fuck yourself on daddy’s cock… take what you need,” Roman’s growls and voice woke something inside of me again, making me turn on the whore mode inside of me.

Reaching for the dildo, I rushed to situate myself on my ride for the night. Tight grip of my hand on the base, the fake cock was up right and waiting to please every single part of my pussy. 

In one go, no hesitation, no breaks, quick and eager, I sank down on it. My cunt stretched and fluttered, getting used to the intrusion and the amazing way it felt at this instant. 

“S-shit,” I moaned, as soon as the whole length entered me, invading all my senses, my body on the verge of breaking free, overwhelmed in pleasure. 

Eyes flicking up to the mirror again, my own reflection was a sight of its own. 

Naked body covered slightly in sweat. Face contorting in pleasure and desperation. Tits moving on their own with each of my movements. Knees down, legs spread, tight walls of my pussy stretching and eating the dildo. Clit red and glistening, looking like a panic button—pushing on it would make me erupt in a loud scream.

Fuck, I’m sexy. 

Maybe it’s a little narcissistic of me to think but I can’t help it because it’s true. I am sexy. Looking at my reflection as I’m fucking myself, trying not to erupt in pleasure too soon, I can only grow hornier as I watch myself fucking the dildo. 

Eyes stuck on my stretched pussy, dildo disappearing inside of me, it reminded me of something she once told me. One night, when we were both sitting together and talking about our sex experiences. 

I still remember the look of embarrassment and the frown on her face. The way she tried to make one with the couch, it was unlike her. Until she admitted not being able to take big dicks. Especially his. 

She’s shorter than me, smaller hands and apparently smaller cunt as well. Meaning, she struggles taking him fully in all her holes, no matter how hard he or she tried to make it fit. Or at least, that’s what she told me.

But watching how easy it was for me to take and fuck this fake cock, it stroked my ego. Made me proud. Confident. Not like I didn’t already know what I’m capable of, but anyway.

“I know I would’ve taken your big cock way better than she can… Look at that,” I moaned, eyes locked on the dildo moving in and out of my drenched opening, as I slowly moved up and down. “Taking this cock so well… so fucking deep. Right, daddy?”

Gradually increasing my movements, my moans grew a little louder covered by the sounds of macaroni and cheese. Wet. Squishy. Delicious. From the only exceptions of the look and taste. 

My macaroni tastes better anyway. Or, so I was told. Men always love to taste me.

Encouraged by the never ending grunts and moans coming out of his mouth and her annoying—sorry not sorry—moans and whines, I tried following his lead. Bouncing faster and deeper, matching my moans with his. Silently and secretly.

By the sound of it, he was getting closer to the finish line—I was too. Louder. Faster. Panting and breathless. Sounding almost as desperate as I was.

He was definitely fucking her pussy, considering the sounds she made both with her mouth and tight pussy. 

Then, she mumbled something I didn’t understand.

A small chuckle slipped past my lips when I heard him groan and spank her, voice stern. “Shut up! You can and you will take this dick!”

Can she? It doesn’t sound like it. Used to hearing her complaints and pleas when he’s fucking her. 

“You’re too big!”

“Baby, slow down, I-I can’t!”

“Too much, it’s t-too much!”

He deserves better. Sexually speaking—and more if he wants to. Someone who can give him what he needs. All of it. 

And he proved it with what came next. “I’m not even all the way in,” he sighed. “Just relax… babygirl.”

Kissing sounds followed and soon after, picked up again. Desperation in his voice, almost as if he was holding back. 

Holding back from what? From drilling her pussy? From screaming at the top of his lungs? From cumming when he wasn’t ready yet?

I wasn’t sure but I forgot about all these questions when he added. “Want me to cum inside? Mhm?”

One second or more before he confirmed with her, “Yeah? I can cum in my pussy?”

Shit. You have no idea how badly I need you right now.

“Mhm, yes,” I started bouncing faster, chasing that euphoric feeling, ignoring the burning sensation and shakes of my legs from trying so hard to lift my bodyweight and continue to fuck myself. “Want you to cum inside my pussy, I need it, I need it so bad…”

My hips were almost moving on their own. Uncontrollable. Unstoppable. Legs instinctively spread wider, trying to feed my hungry pussy. Wanting nothing more than his seed filling her up to the brim. Not to make a baby, just to feel him explode inside. Only to drip out of me from overflowing, leaving a little souvenir of his passage.

I forced my hand on my mouth, trying to prevent myself from screaming out loud. The moment I fell apart and let go, I came so hard I thought it would never stop. That release was intense and almost violent, my whole body shaking from my shoulders to my toes. Rarely do I ever come this hard and loud while fucking myself.

I reopened my eyes at the same time he erupted inside of her. I smiled tiredly, reaching down to rub at my clit, moaning and gasping at the sensitivity. 

“Too bad you didn’t cum in here,” I pouted, looking down as I lifted myself from the dildo. “Only in my dreams, I guess…”

Sighing, I collapsed on the bed. Too tired and spent to care about the sheets being on the floor, my pussy still being a mess, covered in my releases. Dildo fell somewhere down on the floor while I just laid down on my bed, eyes already starting to flutter close.

It only took a couple minutes for me to fall back asleep. Probably dreaming about this man and his big cock…

Again.

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[4milly]

I really don't care so much about who fucks who. Learn to mind your own business, lol

[4milly]

*opens the Jey Uso tag*

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*closes the Jey Uso tag*

[4milly]

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The urge to bedazzle 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢>>

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[4milly]

I SWEAR I HAVE IDEAS FOR FICS MY BRAIN IS JUST NOT WORKING RN

I might have ATLEAST one posted by today if not fs tmr. Also ya girl got a new series and say please pt 6 otw🙏🏾

[4milly]

raw i mean awwwww😩😩😩

samijey + beard grabbing

[4milly]

Do you mind giving us a sneak peek of what you have coming for the twins bday? Love your writing 😊💕

NOOOO but just know that while weekend, each day is something 😛😜

[4milly]

can’t wait to post the imagines for the twins bday weekend !!!! 😩😩😩😛