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This man can get between my legs any day with that tongue. Whew!

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JEY USO WWE RAW, May 5th, 2025

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JEY USO WWE RAW, May 5th, 2025

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I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍��️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!” She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️

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From The Club To The Floor

Word Count : 2.8k

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : PURE smut, anal play, mdni

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The club was packed — dark lights flashing, bass thumping, bodies everywhere. Wrestlers and celebrities crowded the VIP section, drinks flowing like water. You were draped across a velvet couch, one leg tossed lazily over Jey’s lap, a champagne flute dangling from your fingers.

You were drunk. Not tipsy — drunk. Mouthy. Gorgeous.

The dangerous kind of drunk where you were bold, mouthy, and way too quick with that little bratty smirk he hated.

Jey had been trying to keep it chill all night. Arm slung over the back of the couch, thumb stroking your thigh, watching you out the corner of his eye while he sipped dark liquor. But you… you kept testing him.

You tugged at the deep v-neck of your tiny dress, adjusting it to flash more cleavage. You giggled a little too loud when one of the newer wrestlers came by and complimented your shoes. You even popped your gum and rolled your eyes at Jey when he told you to behave.

“Girl,” he growled low, voice so rough only you could hear, “you playin with me.”

You just batted your lashes, acting all sweet and innocent. “What? I’m just having fun, baby”

That smirk. That tone.

Jey leaned in close, breath hot against your ear. “You wanna act up in front of everybody? You wanna see what happens when you get smart with me in public?”

You shrugged, tossing your hair. “Maybe if you weren’t so boring tonight, I wouldn’t have to.”

That was it.

Jey stood up so fast you barely had time to react. He grabbed your wrist — firm but not rough — and hauled you to your feet.

“We leavin” he snapped.

You tried to pull back. “What?! No, I’m not ready—”

“You done made yourself ready,” he said through gritted teeth, dragging you past stunned party guests, ignoring your little squeals and half-hearted protests.

“Jey, you’re being dramatic!” you whined.

“You ain’t seen dramatic yet, baby girl,” he muttered under his breath.

The second you were out of sight from the main room — down the dark hallway. He spun you around, crowding you against the wall.

“You drunk, you got an attitude, you showing your ass,” he hissed, face inches from yours. “That’s what you wanted? Attention?”

You glared up at him, breathing hard. “Maybe if you acted like you wanted me instead of babysitting your drink all night—”

His jaw flexed dangerously.

“You keep talkin’,” he warned, voice low and lethal, “and I’mma show you exactly who you belong to. Out here. Against this fuckin’ wall.”

Your breath hitched.

He smirked, seeing the way your thighs pressed together at the threat.

“Thought so,” he said, dragging you away again, his big hand low on your back — more possessive than ever.

You stumbled a little in your heels as you hurried after Jey, the heavy bass of the afterparty fading behind you. He didn’t slow down once, his thick frame tense with frustration as he stalked toward the car.

“Jey—baby, wait—” you called out, grabbing his arm when he yanked the passenger side door open. He just stared at you, jaw tight, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you.

“You really showed your ass tonight, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous. “Mouthy. Disrespectful. Pushin me.”

You pouted, pressing your chest against him, hands running up his broad chest. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Let me make it up to you…”

Jey didn’t move when you slid your hand lower, fingers teasing the buckle of his belt. He just stared down at you, dark eyes sharp.

You sank to your knees right there in the parking garage, hands working at his jeans, lips parting as you leaned in—

His hand suddenly fisted in your hair, yanking your head back hard enough to make you gasp.

“No,” he growled. “You don’t get to act like a fucking brat all night and think a lil head gon fix it.”

Your heart thudded painfully. “But—”

He shoved you toward the passenger seat with a roughness that made your thighs clench.

“Get in the fuckin’ car. And don’t say another word.” Ushering you inside with a firm swat to your ass.

“Sit yo ass down,” he muttered. “You about to learn somethin’ tonight, baby.”

You shivered, a delicious mix of fear and excitement coursing through you.

You were so in trouble.

And you couldn’t wait.

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The drive was silent except for the tight sound of his breathing, his grip white-knuckling the steering wheel.

You sat there, small and ashamed, thighs pressed tight together as heat built between your legs — the heavy, punishing tension making you squirm without even meaning to.

Jey glanced over once, catching the way you shifted in your seat, and smirked coldly.

“You wanted my attention, right?” he muttered. “You bout to get it. Hope you can handle what you started.” He said as you entered the hotel parking lot.

Jey parked rough, jerking the rental into a spot and cutting the engine without a word.

The second you opened your door, he was already around the car, grabbing you by the wrist, dragging you toward the elevators.

Your heels clicked frantically against the pavement as you stumbled to keep up. His grip was tight — not painful, but firm enough to make it clear you weren’t going anywhere except where he wanted you.

The elevator ride up was silent, heavy with tension. His jaw was locked, nostrils flared, eyes straight ahead.

You bit your lip, your heart racing. You liked when he got like this. But you also knew you were in trouble — real trouble.

When the doors dinged open, he didn’t wait. He walked you straight down the hall to your suite, fished the key card out of his pocket, and shoved the door open.

You barely made it inside before he kicked it shut behind you.

“You wanna keep actin out?” he growled, voice low and full of warning as he tossed his jacket onto the chair.

You just grinned, all bratty and sweet, slumping back against the wall in your tiny dress. “You can’t even handle me…”

That was the final straw.

Jey was on you in two strides, pressing you against the wall so hard your breath hitched. His hand wrapped around your throat—not tight, just enough to make you listen—and he bent low until his forehead pressed against yours.

“This what you wanted, huh?” he murmured, voice pure heat. “Talk all that shit, get drunk, act bad in front of everybody?”

You whimpered, drunk bravado slipping.

“Strip,” he barked.

You blinked up at him, a little stunned.

“Now,” he snapped.

You hurried, kicking off your heels, tugging your dress over your head and letting it pool at your feet. You stood there in nothing but your panties and your nipple piercings, feeling small under his heated glare.

“Take this shit,” he growled. “Take all of it.”

And he didn’t give you time to second guess it—ripping your panties to the side, sliding his thick fingers between your soaked folds as you gasped, drunk and delirious, squirming under him.

“There’s my good girl,” he praised darkly when you moaned into his mouth, hips bucking helplessly into his hand. “You just needed daddy to straighten you out, huh?”

You barely remembered stumbling to the bed, your heels kicking off somewhere along the way.

“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up,” he ordered, voice like thunder.

You obeyed, body buzzing from booze and pure need, burying your face in the sheets as your hips lifted instinctively.

Jey stood behind you for a moment, big hands sliding up your thighs, kneading your ass, spreading you open just to look at you. You whined, wiggling your hips for friction.

“Fucking greedy lil thing,” he muttered. You felt the bed dip as he climbed on behind you, the heat of his body wrapping around you like a cage.

Without warning, he spit directly on your puckered second hole, watching the spit glisten and drip down your folds. You gasped, hips jerking—but he pinned you still with a hand on the small of your back.

“You gonna take everything I give you tonight,” he promised darkly. “Since you wanna show out.”

His thumb slid in first, slow and deliberate, stretching you inch by inch as you moaned into the pillows. Your walls fluttered helplessly, still clenching from how badly you needed him.

You whined his name, toes curling into the sheets.

“Shhh,” he murmured, thumb fucking you lazily. “Ain’t nobody comin’ to save you now, baby.”

You felt the blunt, thick head of his cock nudge against your pussy—and he slid in with one brutal stroke. You cried out, stuffing your hand in your mouth to muffle it.

Skin slapping. Sheets rustling. Your desperate, messy sounds. The room filled with it all.

Jey pulled almost all the way out, teasing your second hole with the tip of his dick, circling it, letting you feel the threat of being stretched even further.

“You want it here too, huh?” he teased, voice a low, dangerous purr. “Want daddy to fuck both your holes till you can’t walk?”

You nodded frantically, crying now from how badly you needed it.

“Good fucking girl.”

He pressed his mushroom tip in your ass slowly, stretching you inch by aching inch while his thumb massaged your clit. Your vision went white with sensation, tears leaking from your eyes.

“That’s it. Cry on it, baby,” Jey praised, fucking you deep from behind while inching into your second hole. “Take this dick like you supposed to.”

You sobbed, overwhelmed, hips pinned by his heavy hands as he used you like his own personal toy.

When you started pushing at his abdomen again, tapping weakly from how deep he was, he chuckled low and grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back in one hand.

“Where you goin?” he taunted, grinding deeper. “Nah, you stay right there. You asked for this.”

You squirted around him suddenly, soaking the sheets, your thighs trembling uncontrollably.

He didn’t stop.

In fact, he pulled out, flipped you onto your back, and started over.

“You mine,” he murmured against your neck as he slid back in, slow, brutal thrusts that punched the air from your lungs. “Mine to use. Mine to break. You hear me, baby?”

You nodded frantically, babbling incoherently.

He slipped two fingers into your mouth, making you suck while he pounded your soaked cunt. You moaned around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks obediently.

Then, when you were barely holding on, he pulled out just long enough to grab the butt plug from the bedside table. Slick with lube, he popped it back into your second hole while you sobbed and begged.

“Good girl,” he crooned, kissing your forehead even as he wrecked you. “So fucking good for me.”

He turned you toward the floor mirror again, forcing you to watch as he pounded you from behind, thumb pressed to the base of the plug, pushing it deeper with each stroke.

“You see that?” he murmured against your ear. “See how you take this shit? Pretty lil brat who don’t know when to shut up…”

You couldn’t stop cumming. You squirted again, your slick running down your thighs, soaking his thighs too. He loved it—growling in approval, smacking your ass just to see you jolt.

By the time the first light of dawn started peeking through the curtains, you were raw. Bruised. Completely wrecked.

He finally collapsed beside you, gathering you up in his arms like you were made of glass.

“Shhh, you did so good,” he murmured against your hair, his voice so soft now it made you tear up all over again. “You perfect, baby. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

He kissed your temple, your cheeks, your swollen lips, whispering soft promises as you drifted off in his arms, sore and sated.

“You okay, babygirl?” he asked one last time, voice full of love.

“Mhm,” you slurred, totally blissed out. “Love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispered back, tugging the covers over both of you. “Always.”

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You woke up to warm hands sliding over your hips, fingertips tracing lazy patterns across your sore, bruised skin. The sheets clung to you, sticky with dried sweat, your body heavy and spent.

You whimpered when Jey’s lips brushed your shoulder.

“Shhh, baby,” he soothed, voice deep and full of mischief. “Still sore, huh?”

You nodded weakly, still half-asleep, but that didn’t stop him.

He rolled you onto your back slowly, carefully, and kissed your stomach, then lower—mouth ghosting over the dark hickeys he’d left across your thighs and hips. You gasped softly when his tongue flicked over your clit, still puffy and overstimulated.

“You still taste so good,” he muttered, dragging his tongue up your slit, slow and filthy.

You cried out, hips bucking, legs trembling around his head. You were too sensitive, too sore—but Jey didn’t care.

“You got another one in you, baby girl. I know you do.”

He ate you slow at first, soft licks and kisses, then faster—tongue fucking you messily, two thick fingers sliding inside your still-dripping pussy. You squirmed helplessly, moaning brokenly.

“That’s it,” he praised, voice dark and low. “Give daddy one more. I want that pretty pussy to cry for me.”

You came hard against his mouth, shuddering and sobbing his name.

Only then did he finally lift you in his arms, carrying you to the shower.

He set you under the hot spray, water cascading down your tender skin. He didn’t give you time to recover.

Instead, he pressed you up against the tile, trapping you with his body. His cock—already hard again—slid between your thighs.

“You still gonna act like a brat after last night?” he asked, voice full of heat.

You shook your head desperately.

He smirked and reached down, sliding his cock against your sore, swollen entrance—but he didn’t push inside.

Slapping your clit with the fat mushroom tip instead. Slow. Teasing.

“You sure?” he whispered. “You sure you can take more?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically.

With a low growl, he lifted your thigh up over his hip and slammed into you. You screamed, head thrown back against the tiles, nails clawing at his shoulders.

The water ran down your bodies, mixing with your slick as he fucked you slow and deep, grinding against every sore, sensitive spot inside you.

“You’re gonna cum for me again,” he ordered, voice rough against your ear. “You gonna cum on daddy’s dick just like a good lil slut.”

You cried out, muscles clenching hard around him, milking his cock as he pounded you through your orgasm.

He didn’t stop even after you came. He just lifted you higher, holding you up with one arm while he fingered your second hole again. Threatening to pull it out and replace it with his dick again.

“You want it?” he whispered, voice dripping with filth. “Want daddy to stretch that pretty lil ass again?”

You nodded, dazed, crying out when he pushed in slowly.

Both holes full. The stretch deep. The shower walls slippery with steam and sweat and need.

You came again before he even finished, screaming into his shoulder as your legs gave out.

He fucked you through every second of it—until finally, with a deep, guttural growl, he slammed deep and filled you up, thick ropes of cum painting your walls.

You both sagged against the tiles, trembling and gasping for air.

He kissed your forehead gently, cradling your face in his big hands.

“So good for me, baby girl,” he whispered, voice all soft again. “My perfect fucking girl.”

You nuzzled against his chest, feeling him smile against your damp hair.

And even though you were wrecked, wrecked beyond belief—you already couldn’t wait for next time.

“You look so pretty all fucked out,” he chuckled low, voice still rough from the wreckage he’d caused. “My lil brat. Didn’t even last five minutes against me.”

You pouted weakly, nuzzling into his tattoos. “Wasn’t fair,” you mumbled. “You cheat.”

He laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “Cheat? Nah, baby. You just talk too much shit and can’t back it up.”

You tried to swat at his chest but your arm was too tired. Jey caught your wrist easily and kissed your knuckles, eyes warm.

“You lucky you so damn cute,” he teased. “Otherwise I’d flip you over and start again.”

You whined softly, hiding your face in his chest. “Nooo… I need a wheelchair first.”

“Fine, fine,” he said, grinning, “you safe. For now.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, one hand slipping down to squeeze your ass gently—because of course he couldn’t help himself.

You yelped, and he smirked against your hair. “Still sore back here too, huh?”

You nodded, blushing hard.

“Good,” he growled, voice dropping again. “I want you feeling me for days.”

You whined again and he chuckled, pulling you tighter against his chest, cradling you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

“Rest, mama,” he whispered, thumb stroking your jawline. “You earned it.”

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Published : 4/30/25

Hope you guys enjoyed❤️

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Say It Like You Mean It

Word Count: 687

Warnings: smut, mdni

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

The door slammed so hard, the picture frames rattled.

“You just don’t listen!” Jey barked, standing in the living room with his chest rising and falling, sweat still glistening from training.

You squared your shoulders. “And you don’t talk to me—you bark orders and expect me to just nod and say ‘yes, sir.’ I’m not one of your boys in the ring, Jey.”

He ran a hand down his face, jaw clenched tight. “You know damn well that’s not what this is.”

You rolled your eyes and turned on your heel. “I’m done talking about this.” Your voice was clipped, your feet already carrying you toward the master bath.

Despite the heat of their argument, one thing never changed: they always showered together. It was their ritual, even when they were pissed. Especially when they were pissed.

You stripped out of your clothes, leaving them scattered across the tile like fallen petals. Hot water hissed from the showerhead as you stepped in, letting it pour down your body, eyes closed. You needed to breathe, to cool off—even if the water was scalding.

But before you could even exhale fully, the bathroom door creaked open again.

You didn’t have to look to know it was him.

Jey’s voice came low, gravel-thick. “You think you can just walk away after poppin off like that?”

You turned slowly in the steam, hair slicked back, water running down your curves. Your lips parted but no sound came out.

“I’m talking to you, baby.”

His eyes were already dark with something more than anger. Lust. Possession. Control.

He stepped in behind you, fully naked, heat radiating off him hotter than the spray. He pressed himself close, chest to your back, letting you feel every inch of him.

“You mad?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Jey leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Mad as fuck. But you look too fucking good to stay mad.”

Before you could answer, his hand wrapped around your throat—firm, but not too tight—tilting your head back against his shoulder.

“You got a smart mouth, baby,” he growled, kissing your neck, biting just enough to make you whimper. “Always tryna test me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Shh. You know what I think?” His hand slid between your thighs, fingers finding you already wet. “You like when I get mad. You like pushing me until I remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

You gasped as he bent you forward, your hands bracing against the slick tile.

Jey’s grip tangled in your hair, yanking your head back. “Say it.”

“Say what?” You whispered, breathless.

“Say who you belong to.”

“You,”

“I said say it like you mean it.”

“You, Daddy,” you gasped. “I belong to you.”

“Damn right.” He pressed into you without warning, thick and deep, making you cry out. “You gon learn today.”

The rhythm was brutal—deep, hard backshots that made the walls echo with skin on skin. Your cries turned into messy moans, mixed with the slap of water and the low, filthy things he whispered in your ear.

“You feel that?” he hissed, hand smacking your ass before gripping tight. “That’s mine. All mine.”

Your body trembled, nails scratching at the wall.

“Having that attitude out there, like you forgot how I fuck the attitude out you.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you cried out. “I won’t do it anymore—I’m sorry!”

“Too late for that now.”

His hand wrapped around your throat again, holding you still while he drove into you with merciless strokes, the pressure making you see stars.

Their mouths crashed together in a sloppy, hungry kiss, water and spit and teeth all blending into something primal.

“Say it again,” he growled, pounding you harder.

“I’m sorry, Daddy—I won’t do it anymore—I promise!”

He groaned deep, lost in the feeling of you clenching around him.

“You better not,” he gritted through his teeth. “Cause next time? I ain’t gon be this nice.”

And still, his thrusts didn’t slow—if anything, they got rougher, more punishing, making sure you knew exactly what you had done.

And that you never forget who you belonged to.

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Published: 4/30/25

Hope you guys enjoyed😘

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No Breaks Baby

Word Count: 802

Warnings: smut, mdni

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

The gym smelled like sweat, rubber, and testosterone.

The squat rack clanged as you dropped the barbell back onto the stand, wobbling slightly.

Legs burning. Arms sore.

“I’m tired,” you whined, pouting dramatically, flopping onto the bench.

Jey shook his head from where he stood behind you — arms crossed, jaw clenched, drenched in sweat.

“You act like we been in here all day,” he muttered. “We just fuckin started.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder — one that usually made him soft for you.

Puppy eyes, glossy lips, cleavage peeking through your tight-ass gym top.

“Baby, pleaaaaase,” you whined, stretching, arching your back on purpose.

He stared for a second —

Jaw ticking —

And you knew you were pushing it.

“You tryna be cute or you tryna be a brat?” he asked lowly, voice sharp enough to make your pussy throb.

You smirked — thinking you were slick.

“Both,” you teased under your breath.

Wrong move.

Jey moved fast.

Before you could blink, he grabbed your wrist — yanking you up off the bench.

Dragging you through the side hallway — toward the empty locker rooms in the back.

“Jey—!” you squeaked, stumbling after him.

He slammed the locker room door shut behind you, crowding you against the wall.

“You wanna act the fuck up in my face, huh?” he growled, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Whinin, looking at me all fuckin pretty like that? Think imma just let that shit slide?”

You swallowed hard — heart racing.

He ripped your shorts and thong down to your knees in one harsh yank.

“Ain’t no fuckin breaks, baby,” he muttered, voice dark, pulling his own shorts down.

“Since you so fuckin tired, imma give you a real reason to be weak in the legs.”

Before you could react, he grabbed your throat — not hard enough to hurt — but enough to make you dizzy.

Twisted you around — shoving your chest against the cold metal lockers.

“Arch that shit.”

You arched, breathless, heat pooling between your thighs.

He lined up behind you — thick cockhead dragging through your folds, already soaking.

You whimpered.

“Shut up,” he snapped.

And then he slammed into you.

You choked on a scream — locker rattling under your hands.

“Take that shit,” he growled in your ear, fucking into you rough, sloppy.

“Take it like a big girl.”

He was brutal —

Hands gripping your hips like he wanted to mold them into something new —

Ass smacking loud against his thighs.

“Goddamn, this pussy so wet for me,” he muttered, pulling your head back by your hair, making you arch deeper.

“You love acting out just so I can fuck you stupid, huh?”

You sobbed out a yes, legs trembling.

He pulled out for a second —

Spat a thick glob of spit on your pussy —

Smeared it with his dickhead before shoving back in even deeper.

“That’s all you needed, huh? A fat nut to shut that mouth?”

You whined, hips jerking back against him desperately.

He smacked your ass again — hard enough to sting — leaving red handprints.

“Beg for it,” he growled.

“Beg for me to fuckin ruin you.”

“P-Please, daddy—!” you sobbed.

“Please don’t stop, please!”

“That’s what I fuckin thought.”

He shifted your position —

Grabbing your leg, hiking it up on the bench next to you — Hitting a new, devastating angle.

You shrieked, body locking up.

“Uh huh, now you tired for real, huh?” he taunted, fucking you harder.

“Now your ass wanna tap out?”

You clawed at the locker, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He slid his hand down your body, thumb teasing your asshole while he destroyed your pussy.

“F-Fuck—!” you screamed, stars exploding behind your eyes.

“Yeah, you feel that? Thumb playin with that tight lil hole?”

“You love it nasty, baby.”

He leaned down, biting your shoulder roughly —

Other hand squeezing your throat just enough to make your vision blur —

Pounding you so deep you swore you could feel him in your throat.

“I’m gonna—!” you wailed.

“Cum, mama,” he ordered in your ear.

“Squirt for me. Fuckin soak this whole gym.”

You shattered —

Body convulsing, pussy gushing all over his dick —

Screaming his name loud enough to echo off the walls.

Jey groaned deep —

Thrusting a few more brutal strokes —

Before cumming deep inside you, thick and hot.

You both collapsed against the lockers, panting.

He chuckled low, cocky.

“Now you tired,” he teased, nipping your earlobe.

“Bet you won’t whine no more.”

You giggled weakly, legs barely holding you up.

He kissed your cheek —

Then your jaw —

Then your mouth —

Messy and sweet.

“C’mon, baby,” he muttered.

“Let’s get you cleaned up… then I’m taking you home for round two.”

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Published : 4/30/25

Hey yall, sorry about not posting last night. So far this week has been crazy.. i have finals coming up and i’ll be moving out of my dorm soon so its bee crazy. But of course, i didn’t forget about you guys. Enjoyyy❤️

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“A friend is always loyal, while a brother is born to help in time of need.” – Proverbs 17:17

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Game Over

Word Count : 642

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : smut, mdni

OMNISCIENT |

“You really gon play while I’m right here?”you asked, stretched out on the couch beside Jey, legs curled under you, wearing just one of his oversized tees—no bra, no shorts. You tilted your head, watching him with a knowing look.

Jey didn’t look away from the screen. “Game just started, mama,” he mumbled, eyes flicking from corner to corner as he maneuvered his character. “Gimme ten minutes.”

You smiled slowly. “You said that twenty minutes ago.”

Still nothing. Just the faint sound of the controller clicking and his teammates yelling over his headset. He looked so fucking good like that—brows furrowed, muscles flexing with every move, shirtless, tattoos on full display, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. You could see the top of his boxers, the sharp lines of his V, and the unmistakable bulge starting to grow.

You shifted closer, placing your hand on his thigh. “You ignoring me, Jey?”

He huffed a little laugh, chewing his bottom lip. “I ain’t ignoring you. I’m focused. And you tryna be a distraction.”

You leaned in, lips brushing against his neck. “Maybe I am.”

His hand twitched on the controller.

“You not gon stop me,” you whispered, sliding off the couch and settling on your knees between his legs.

He glanced down for a split second. “Baby… don’t fuck with me right now—”

But you were already tugging his sweats and briefs down slowly, letting them fall beneath his hips. His dick sprung free, half-hard already, heavy against his thigh. You licked your lips.

Jey hissed. “Damn, girl—”

You didn’t say a word. Just leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly up the length of him, from base to tip, collecting the taste of him on your tongue before swirling around the head. You felt him twitch in your mouth as you went down further, letting him hit the back of your throat, eyes fluttering shut.

“Shit…” he muttered, shifting on the couch. “You tryna get me killed in this game.”

You moaned around him, tongue sliding down to his balls, wet and hot. You took one in her mouth, sucking gently while your hand pumped his shaft. Her other hand gripped his thigh, nails digging in.

“Goddamn,” Jey breathed, glancing down again. His fingers twitched like he wanted to push your head down but knew it’d be too much. “You tryna make me nut right now?”

You pulled back just long enough to smirk up at him. “I want you to.”

Then you went back in, deeper this time. Gagging. Spit bubbling from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, all over his dick and balls. You loved the mess, loved the way he tried to pretend he wasn’t losing control. His abs were tensing, chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.

“I swear to God, baby” he groaned, trying to keep one eye on the screen. But his hands were off the controller now, gripping the couch cushion, white-knuckled.

You giggled around him, then went even sloppier—no rhythm, just filthy, loud sucking and licking. Up and down, over and over, taking all of him until your throat was raw. His cock throbbed in your mouth. He was right there.

“Yo, I gotta go—” he suddenly said into the headset. “I—shit—I’m out. Handle that without me.”

Click. Headset off.

He gripped her hair tight, pulling her off him just enough. “Open that mouth, baby.”

You obeyed, panting, tongue out, face already streaked in spit and precum.

He stroked himself once, twice—and then groaned loud, his whole body shuddering as he came, thick streams hitting your face, lips, tongue. You swallowed most of it, licking the rest off your lips like it was dessert.

Jey stared down at you, breathless. “You’re fucking crazy.”

You smiled up at him, licking the corner of your mouth. “You love it.”

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Published : 4/29/25

Just something to tease you guys with😏. But i decided to delete the poll because i felt like it was dtm. On the other hand, THREE FICS DROPPING TONIGHTTT😼

[ambersinterlude]

Clingy

Word Count : 1.5k

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : smut, mdni

OMNISCIENT |

You lay on the bed, scrolling through Instagram absentmindedly, feeling the hours stretch long without Jey home.

He had promised he wouldn’t be long — just a quick gym session, maybe some errands.

But it had been three hours.

You were needy, frustrated… and feeling just bratty enough to do something about it.

You pulled out your phone and shot him a text:

Text Messages :

Babygirl❤️ : Baby… when u coming home?

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Bout to leave in a few, u good?

Babygirl❤️ : no.. I miss you

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽: Aww, clingy today huh

Babygirl❤️ : Come home pls

When he left you on read for a few minutes, you decided to up the stakes.

You slipped your hand under your tank top, teasing your own nipple until it hardened, snapping a quick picture — nothing too explicit… yet. You sent it.

Babygirl❤️ : [photo attached] just a little preview daddy

Almost instantly, three dots appeared — Jey typing.

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Girl quit playing with me

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Imma be home soon just chill

Babygirl❤️ : [video attachment]

Babygirl❤️ : I can’t chill…need u inside me

The video barely five seconds, but it was filthy — you moaning softly, fingers brushing between your legs, hips rolling slow like you were imagining it was him

This time, Jey didn’t text back. Instead, he called you. You answered sweetly. “Hi, baby..”

“You tryna get fucked up, huh?” his voice was low and dangerous over the line. You giggled biting your lip. “Maaaybe…”

“I’m on my way. Don’t move.” The line went dead.

13 minutes later

You heard the tires screech into the driveway. The front door slammed open hard enough to rattle the frame. You barely had time to push yourself up on your elbows before you heard the heavy angry stomps.

“Where she at?” Jey murmured to himself. His voice was low, dangerous — dripping with a hunger that made your whole body clench with need.

You didn’t have to answer. He was already moving. As he enters bedroom. He see’s you sitting in the bed on the phone waiting for him. You immediately look up. Wearing a sly smirk and the soft glow of your phone screen.

“You think that shit funny huh? You got me leaving the gym with a fucking boner,” he growled dragging his hoodie over his head and tossing it to the side. His chest was heaving, muscles flexing with every furious breath. His shorts hit the floor next, leaving him in nothing but black briefs that strained with how hard he already was.

“You gon pay for that shit,” he muttered.

You blinked up at him innocently. “You said ‘soon’… i just helped you hurry.” You bit your lip and opened your legs rubbing over the wet patch in your panties, showing off the slick mess between your thighs. “I missed you, daddy..”

That was the last straw. In two long strides, he was on you — grabbing your ankles and yanking you down the bed until your ass hit the edge with a little gasp.

“You gon learn today,” he muttered, voice thick with need.

Then he was on you — hands rough, greedy, yanking your panties off and pushing your thighs apart burying his face between your thighs. Devouring you like a man starved.

You cried out, head falling back as he licked a thick, slow stripe up your center, groaning like he was starving.

“Tastin all this shit you was teasing me with…” he muttered against your pussy. Voice vibrating through you. “Playin with me like I ain’t gon fuck the attitude out of you”

Your body writhed under him, back arching as you moaned his name — needy, desperate. You couldn’t even form words — just helpless little whimpers, legs shaking as he licked and sucked, messy and unrelenting.

When you were right on the edge, squirming and bobbling his name, he pulled back — his mouth shiny with you, dark eyes locked on your face. When he finally pulled away, he was shaking with need to have you.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to cum yet, baby. You gon wait for me. You know better than to tease me like that, girl,” he ordered, pulling his briefs down and letting his dick slap against his stomach, thick and aching. Your whole body shuddered in anticipation.

He gripped your hips, lined himself up, and without warning he slammed into you, deep and rough, and you screamed his name — exactly the way he wanted.

Nails clawing at his back as he started to fuck you with deep, punishing thrusts — every snap of his hips sending you higher, higher, until you were clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“This what you wanted, huh?” He panted against your neck, voice raw. “Tell daddy who you belong to.” He demanded fucking you harder with every word.

“You!” You cried out. “Im yours daddy, all yours” you nodded frantically, tears spilling from your eyes from the sheer overwhelming pleasure.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. Shortly after, his hand came up, wrapping gently around your throat, not squeezing — just holding, reminding you who owned every moan, every twitch of pleasure in your body.

You felt yourself falling apart again, and Jey chased you through it — hips grinding, stroking you through every wave until you were sobbing his name, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you alive.

And even then, he didn’t stop.

He stayed inside you, rocking slow, kissing your sweaty forehead as you trembled under him.

“You miss me that bad, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded, still breathless.

He chuckled low and dark.

“Aight then. You gon’ be beggin’ me to stop before I’m done wit’ you.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Jey pulled out, his cock still thick, glistening with your slick.

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Flip over,” he ordered, voice rough with need.

When you hesitated — still trembling from the first orgasm he forced out of you — he grabbed your hips and flipped you over himself, pressing your chest into the mattress.

You whimpered, feeling the head of his cock teasing your soaked entrance again.

“You act up,” he growled, dragging the tip slowly through your folds, “you get fucked like a bad girl.”

Without warning, he slammed into you again — deeper this time, the new angle making you choke out a broken scream into the sheets.

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you could hear every filthy word he growled into your ear.

“All that teasing shit… sendin me them pictures and videos like you ain’t know what you was doing…”

He pulled back slow, almost out of you, then slammed home again so hard the bed creaked.

You moaned, back arching, ass pushing back onto him desperately.

“Yeah… take that shit,” he grunted, hand sliding down your spine to grip your hip so he could fuck you even harder, pounding into you so rough the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“Beg for it,” he growled. You whined, hips shaking. “Beg, baby, or I’ll leave your ass right here beggin’ all night.”

“Please, daddy… need your dick… need you to fill me up…”

The words spilled out without shame, brain too foggy with pleasure to care.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarled.

He leaned over you, his weight pinning you down, his other hand sneaking around to rub your clit in fast, rough circles — not giving you a second to catch your breath.

You broke — body convulsing around him, eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through you so violently you screamed.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Jey groaned, feeling your body squeeze him so tight he almost lost it.

“Fuck… you so wet, baby… shit, you crying for me?”

His voice was low, almost a growl.

You nodded helplessly, tears dripping onto the sheets, but your ass still pushing back against him like a slut desperate for more.

“Good,” he muttered. “Gon give you somethin’ to cry about.”

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back with one hand, using the other to grip your throat again — not choking, just holding, controlling, making sure you knew exactly who owned you.

“Take this nut, baby,” he panted against your ear. “Take all this shit.”

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you — hips jerking as he filled you up, groaning low and filthy in your ear.

You felt it — the hot, sticky warmth flooding you, dripping down your thighs as he stayed buried deep, grinding into you slow, making sure you felt every drop.

He finally collapsed over your back, breathing hard, kissing the back of your neck with surprising tenderness after how rough he just was.

“You mine,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse. “Always fuckin mine.”

You nodded weakly, feeling him soften inside you, his arms wrapping around your trembling body protectively.

And you knew — you’d tease him again tomorrow.

Because you loved when he fucked you like this.

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Published : 4/27/25

I hope yall like this, im still unsure how to feel about this. Pls dont hate me😔. Howeverr, im cooking up three more storiess😏

[ambersinterlude]

Submission Hold

Word Count : 1.4k

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : age gap (reader is 22), anal play, pure smut

OMNISCIENT |

You were always running your mouth. That’s what started it.

You’d been backstage at Raw, cocky off a clean win, still glistening with sweat and adrenaline when you started teasing Jey. “That was cute, old man,” you smirked, watching him unwrap his tape.

“Think you can keep up with the young ones like me much longer?”

He raised one eyebrow. You knew that look.

“Old man, huh?” he repeated slowly, stepping closer. “Bet I could still tap your cocky little ass out faster than anybody in that locker room.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, biting your lip. “Prove it.”

That’s how the bet started. A friendly spar after hours. First one to get pinned taps out and takes a punishment.

You were fast. Smart. Bratty. Thought you could outmaneuver him.

But Jey Uso was 39, seasoned, and every inch of his body moved like it knew yours—like he’d studied your weaknesses just to break you. He toyed with you for ten minutes before flipping you onto your stomach, face pressed to the mat, your ass in the air. His body was a furnace against yours, heavy, hard, locked in place. His hand pinned both wrists above your head.

“You still runnin’ that mouth?” he whispered against your ear. “Huh, baby?”

You tapped. And immediately regretted it when he grinned.

“Pack your shit,” he said, standing up. “We got dinner plans. You gonna wear somethin’ tight… and what I give you underneath it.”

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Hours later, you were in the hotel bathroom, palms braced on the counter, panting as jey held you still while inching the plug inside of your second hole—metallic, rose gold, curved just right. Your walls clenched as he eased it in, gasping softly when it popped into place. Jey then slipped the vibrating panties over your thighs. Sleek black, nearly invisible under the tight dress.

You met your own gaze in the mirror, flushed and flustered, chest rising and falling fast. Your pierced nipples peeked through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Behind you, Jey leaned in and tugged your hair to tilt your head back. “Such a pretty lil thing,” he growled. “Full of attitude til it’s time to obey.”

He held up the remote and. “You ready?”

“No,” you whispered as you bit your lip nervously.

He smirked. “Too bad.”

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The restaurant was upscale, dimly lit, gold accents and crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow. Your heels clicked on the marble floor as the host guided you to a booth in the corner. Private. Cozy. Dangerous.

You tried to act normal. Legs crossed, hands folded. But the plug pulsed low in your ass, and your clit buzzed with every flick of the panties. He didn’t hit you with full power—no, Jey was mean. He kept it just enough to keep you needy. Dripping. On edge.

He sipped his whiskey and smirked at your squirming. “Table too cold or you just achin for attention?”

You glared, voice low. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

Then he turned the intensity up—slow, steady vibration that made your thighs tremble. Your mouth fell open in a soft gasp. You bit your lip and glanced around. A couple sat one table over. A waiter passed behind you.

“Jey,” you hissed. “Someone’s gonna notice—”

He leaned over the table, voice low and full of threat. “That’s the point. You wanna act like a brat, baby girl? You better learn how to cum quiet.”

You tried. You really did. But by the time dessert arrived, you were shaking, thighs clamped tight. The plug throbbed deep. The panties buzzed mercilessly. And then—he hit the pulse setting.

Your orgasm hit like a wave—slow and intense. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned low into your wine glass as your body twitched.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing your hand beneath the table. “That sweet pussy’s dripping for me isn’t she?”

You whimpered. The waiter showed up just as you tried to compose yourself, cheeks flushed, dress sticking to your damp thighs.

You were wrecked. And he was smug.

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He drove the car himself. One hand on the wheel. The other on your thigh.

“You still got one more mess in you before we hit the hotel,” he said, rubbing slow circles. “C’mere. Be a good girl. Show daddy how deep that throat is.”

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you leaned over like you’d done it a thousand times, releasing him and dragging your tongue along the thick vein of his shaft. He hissed when you swallowed him halfway, fingers threading into your hair.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted as he bucked his hips up. “Fuck. You sucking my shit up baby.” At this point, Jey’s hand was wrapped in your hair.

You moaned around him, spit dripping down your chin, his dick hitting the back of your throat as the plug inside you kept pulsing. Every bump in the road jolted the toy deeper. You gagged, and he growled.

“That’s it. That’s my fuckin good girl.”

He came down your throat right as you turned into the hotel garage—and made you swallow every drop. You lifted yourself up and smiled innocently at him.

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As soon as the suite door shut, he slammed you against the wall.

“Strip.”

You peeled the dress off slowly, shaking with need. Your nipples stood hard and pierced, and he groaned at the sight.

“Fuck. Look at those pretty tits.” He dropped to his knees, tongue lapping at your pierced nipples, fingers working the plug out of you with a wet pop.

“Turn around”

Turning around you see yours and his reflection in the floor length mirror. He walked up slowly behind you.

“You want it?”

“Yes” you responded with a slight whimper.

“You better take all this shit”

“Put your hands behind your back”

As you did so, he slightly bent you over. Pulling your panties down and teasingly pulling at the plug. You moaned as he fully removed it. He then pulled out his dick and slid right in—slow, deliberate strokes that made your reflection rattle. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust. He stared at the mirror as he fucked you hard, one hand tangled in your hair, the other on your throat.

“Look at you. So cocky earlier… now you just a fuckin’ mess.”

As their gazed locked in the mirror he stared beating her insides. The room was filled with skin slapping, and your moans.

“D-daddy” you moaned. He was pummeling your pussy. Hitting that spongy spot. You couldn’t take it.

Soon enough you squirted on his dick and all over the floor. He laughed.

“There she go.”

Legs trembling he shoved his thumb into your ass mid-stroke. You screamed.

Then he pulled out completely. Holding tightly onto you to ensure you didn’t fall. As yall walked over to the bed. You immediately knew what to do. Getting on all fours.

Jey comes behind you, stroking his dick. Looking at your second hole clench around nothing. He snickered to himself as he slapped your backside causing you to jolt foward and whine

“Be still.” He growled

You soon felt his tip inching inside of your second whole. You gasped.

“B-baby” you moaned, looking back at him with watery eyes.

“You like that nasty shit, huh?”

You nodded, crying, voice cracked. “Yes—please—fuck, I can’t take it daddy.. i can’t”

You pushed at his abdomen. Jey didn’t like that. He grabbed your wrist and pinned it behind your back.

“You’re gonna take it. You gonna take all of it.”

He slipped the tip out of your second hole and flipped you on your side. Slow, grinding strokes as he pushed his thumb your mouth and you gladly sucked on it.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

He removed his thumb out of your mouth following behind roughly grabbing your jaw. “Open wide for me baby”

Being the good girl you were, you opened up for him. Letting his spit hit the back of your throat. You happily swallowed.

“Mmmm” you moaned while staring back at jey who was pummeling your pussy.

Jey looked down watching you cream all over him. Her legs shaking.

“Look at you, creaming all over this dick. You love creaming on daddy dick?” He asked as his strokes became rougher.

He was fucking you so good, you couldn’t even respond. You didn’t even comprehend anything he had said.

“I asked you a fucking question! Huh? You love creaming on this dick” as he grabbed your throat and brought your face closer to his. So close you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Ugnhh- yes d-daddy! I love creaming on your dick— ohmygodd”

He fucked you all night—from the mirror to the bed, backshots that made the headboard slam, deep strokes with his hand gripping your throat, spitting in your mouth, cum leaking out of both holes.

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The next morning you woke up in his arms, legs sore, body wrecked.

He kissed your shoulder, warm and soft now, thumb tracing lazy circles over your thigh.

“You okay, baby girl?” he whispered, voice gentle.

You nodded, voice raw. “Mhm.”

“Need anything?”

“Water. A hug. A new spine.”

He laughed and pulled you closer, kissing the back of your neck.

“Next time,” he whispered, “you better win the bet.”

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Published : 04/25/25

Okay guys, i really hope yall liked this. Again im a new writer so not too much on me lmaoo but yeah. I really hope you guys enjoyed lmkkk😘

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