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Creep - Jey Uso x CM Punk

Part 1 can be found here.

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: toxic exes-to-lovers-but-not-really, morning-after guilt hangover, hotel room angst™, Punk gaslighting but make it romantic, Jey being weak for a man with a VHS collection, public “I love you” declarations during sex (why are men), messy and desperate climaxes, forgiveness kink, “say it back or else” energy, and one (1) catastrophic cliffhanger confession that will ruin literally everything. Did I or did I not stay up until 4am writing this? Mind ya damn business bitch.

Bffls I will share pizza and wings with: @spiicii @acknowledge-reigns @minteagalaxea

Jey woke up with a start, the kind that made his chest ache like he’d forgotten how to breathe. His mouth was dry, his head buzzing from lack of sleep, but it wasn’t the hangover that made his stomach turn. It was the cold, empty space beside him in the hotel bed.

Seth was gone.

The sheets still smelled like him, musky and sharp, the faintest hint of cologne mixing with sweat. Jey stared at the imprint in the mattress for too long before cursing under his breath. It hadn’t been supposed to happen. Not again. Not after years of trying to bury Seth Rollins like a ghost he swore would never touch him again.

And yet.

His phone blinked on the nightstand of notifications piling up from the group chat, from travel updates and from God knows what else. Jey ignored them. He swung his legs off the bed, dragged a hand down his face, and started moving quick, like speed would erase the memory. Bag. Jacket. Phone. Out.

The door shut behind him and he didn’t look back.

The hallways of the hotel felt too bright, too open, every step echoing like guilt. He moved fast, head down, trying to pretend he hadn’t left part of himself tangled in Seth’s sheets. By the time he reached his own room, his chest was heaving like he’d just gone twelve rounds in the ring.

He swiped his keycard, shouldered the door open, and stopped dead.

Punk was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Jey froze in the doorway, duffel hanging from his shoulder, eyes wide. For a second he thought maybe he’d walked into the wrong room, but no… there was his suitcase in the corner, his sneakers kicked off near the desk. This was his room. Their room.

“What the hell you doing here?” Jey blurted before he could catch himself.

Punk raised a brow, unimpressed, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He leaned back on his palms, legs stretched out, shirt wrinkled from sleep. His jaw worked once before he spoke, that rasp cutting through the thick silence.

“Did you forget?” he asked, slow and pointed. “We got rooms all week together.”

The words hit Jey like a chair shot.

He shifted uncomfortably, his grip tightening on the duffel strap. His mind raced, replaying the night before of Seth on the bus, Seth in the bed, Seth’s hand in his hair. He shook his head hard, like that would scatter it, erase it before Punk could see it written all over his face.

“I—” Jey started, but the word cracked in his throat.

Punk tilted his head, studying him, eyes narrowing. “Where the fuck were you?”

Jey dropped his bag by the door, trying to play it casual, trying to force his breathing steady. “Out.”

“Out?” Punk repeated, his tone dry as dust. “All night?”

Jey swallowed, throat tight, his eyes darting anywhere but Punk’s face. The tension coiled between them as he could feel Punk’s suspicion like a spotlight burning his skin.

“Yeah,” Jey muttered finally. “All night.”

Bullshit. Punk sat forward slowly, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on Jey’s. “You wanna try that again, Josh? This time without the bullshit?”

Jey’s stomach twisted. He wanted to snap back, to push Punk off with some sarcastic deflection. But the words caught, tangled in guilt and exhaustion. His chest tightened, his hands flexed restlessly at his sides.

For the first time in a long time, Jey Uso didn’t have an answer.

And Punk knew it.

“You stink of someone else,” Punk said finally, his voice calm but knowing, the kind of calm that was always more dangerous than yelling. “You think I wouldn’t notice? You think I wouldn’t know?”

Jey’s mouth went dry. His fingers flexed on the strap of his bag, restless, betraying the guilt he’d tried to shove down since slipping out of Seth’s room. His chest tightened, his head bowed, but he didn’t answer right away.

Punk leaned back slowly, eyes never leaving him. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you didn’t crawl into someone else’s bed while mine was right here waiting.”

Jey’s jaw flexed, his lips pressing into a tight line. “I broke up with you,” he muttered. “So why you so worried, huh? Why can’t you just let it go?”

There it was …

Punk’s nostrils flared, but his voice stayed even, each syllable intentional. “Because I’m not gonna throw a year down the drain.” His chest rose and fell, and for the first time, his tone faltered. “You think I care about a fight? About you storming off last night? That’s nothing. People fight. People walk away. But you—” He shook his head, exhaling sharply. “You don’t get to erase me. Not like that.”

Jey’s eyes dropped to the carpet, guilt curdling in his gut. He wanted to stay hard, to keep his chest puffed and his voice even, but his body betrayed him. His shoulders slumped, his bag sliding to the floor with a dull thud.

Punk stood, crossing the space between them. He stopped just in front of Jey, close enough that Jey could smell the faint soap on his skin, the sleep still lingering on his breath.

“You can’t stand here and say you don’t love me,” Punk said, each word a scalpel cutting through his heart. His hand came up, two fingers curling under Jey’s chin, tugging until Jey’s eyes met his. “That all we had was a lie. You can’t.”

Jey’s chest heaved. His pulse pounded in his ears. For a moment, he wanted to say it, wanted to spit the lie, wanted to burn this bridge before Punk could rip it from his hands. But the look in Punk’s eyes gutted him. Not anger, not even suspicion. Just certainty.

And he was right.

Jey remembered. He remembered the hotel rooms, nights where exhaustion melted into comfort, Punk’s body warm beside him. He remembered sneaking off in the dark corners of arenas, pressed together where no one would see. He remembered laughing at midnight DoorDash deliveries, sitting cross-legged on the floor with pizza and wings spread between them.

He remembered the movies… old ones, black and white, grainy, with titles he hadn’t even heard before Punk pulled them up. Casablanca, with its clipped dialogue and smoke-filled rooms, and Punk’s voice low beside him, explaining the history, the actors, the way it had shaped everything after. Jey had pretended to roll his eyes, but he’d watched every second, just to see the way Punk’s face lit up when he talked.

None of that was fake. None of it was a lie.

Jey’s throat tightened, his breath caught. His eyes burned, but he didn’t pull away from Punk’s hand at his chin. Instead, his lips parted, shaky, searching for something he couldn’t quite say.

And then he didn’t need to.

He leaned in, closing the distance, pressing his mouth to Punk’s in a kiss that trembled with everything unsaid.

It wasn’t like Seth. It wasn’t rough or hungry, wasn’t teeth and bruises and fire. This was more loving… laced with the emotions of a year neither of them could pretend didn’t matter. Punk kissed him back immediately grounding him with one hand at his jaw and the other sliding to his waist.

Jey’s body shivered, but he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Because Punk was right. And he was so tired of pretending he wasn’t.

The kiss deepened before Jey even realized it, Punk pulling him in tighter, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other pressing firm at his waist. Jey’s duffel slid forgotten to the floor, his fingers curling into Punk’s shirt.

Punk angled his head, lips pressing harder, tongue brushing the seam of Jey’s mouth until he parted with a low, reluctant groan. The taste was familiar. Different than last night. Different than Seth. Punk wasn’t trying to devour him, wasn’t trying to win. He kissed like he meant to remind Jey of every night they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other, every hour stolen in hotel rooms just like this one.

Jey’s chest rose and fell against Punk’s, his breath catching with every pull, every drag of Punk’s mouth. When Punk finally broke the kiss, his lips lingered near Jey’s cheek, his breath hot against skin. “Tell me it was nothing,” Punk whispered. “Tell me he didn’t matter.”

Jey’s stomach clenched. He didn’t answer, not with words, but his grip tightened on Punk’s shirt, dragging him closer until their mouths collided again, harder this time. Punk swallowed the groan that slipped out of Jey’s throat, hands sliding down to his hips, pulling him flush against the line of his body.

The heat between them sparked fast as Punk maneuvered him backward until Jey’s legs hit the mattress. He went down easy, his back hitting the sheets, Punk following with the kind of mind that made it clear who was in control. Jey’s pulse increased in his ears, every nerve on fire as Punk straddled his waist, pinning him down with nothing more than the strength of his stare.

“You don’t get to run from me,” Punk said, tugging at the hem of Jey’s hoodie. He was still calm but his hands betrayed the urgency, fingers already pulling fabric up over Jey’s chest. “Not after everything.”

Jey raised his arms just enough for Punk to strip the hoodie off, tossing it to the floor. His skin prickled under the AC before Punk’s hands pressed flat against his chest, rough palms sliding over his tattoos.

“Fuck,” Jey whispered, head tipping back against the pillow.

Punk smirked, leaning down to press his mouth against Jey’s collarbone, teeth scraping lightly before soothing with his tongue. “Yeah,” he murmured against the skin. “That’s what I thought.”

Jey let out a moan, his body arching into the contact before he could stop himself. Punk’s mouth traveled lower, dragging heat down his chest, his stomach, leaving trails of want that made Jey’s fingers clutch the sheets.

When Punk reached his waistband, he paused, looking up at Jey with that sharp, steady gaze. “You gonna lie to me now?”

Jey swallowed hard, chest heaving, eyes locked on Punk’s. “No,” he said hoarsely.

Punk smirked again, then tugged the waistband down in one smooth motion, freeing him into the open air. Jey’s stomach clenched, breath catching at the exposure and at the sight of Punk’s stare dragging down his body.

“You’re hard for me,” Punk said softly, almost smug, his fingers wrapping around him without hesitation. “Not for him. For me.”

Jey’s hips jerked at the first stroke, his head pressing back against the pillow, a low groan breaking past his lips. His body betrayed him with every twitch, every tremble, his thighs tensing under Punk’s weight.

Punk’s hand moved slow at first, dragging it out just to watch Jey squirm. His thumb brushed the head, slicking it, teasing just enough to make Jey grit his teeth.

“Say it,” Punk demanded quietly, leaning close, lips brushing Jey’s ear. “Say you love me.”

Jey’s chest rose and fell, ragged, his mouth opening with a strangled sound. He turned his head, eyes squeezing shut as Punk’s hand kept working him devastatingly slow. “I—” He let out a whimper. “Fuck.”

Punk bit lightly at his ear, his voice rough now. “Not good enough.”

Jey’s fingers gripped Punk’s wrist, not to stop him, but to hold on, to ground himself against the intensity of it. His hips bucked into Punk’s fist, his body begging even as his pride fought to hold out.

“You can’t even look at me,” Punk said, his tone low but cutting. “Because you know it’s true. You know you still love me.”

Jey turned his head finally, his eyes snapping open to meet Punk’s. For a moment, Jey felt something… something too honest to ignore. His lips parted, breath ragged. “I love you,” he whispered, the words torn from him like confession.

Punk’s smirk softened, his strokes quickening now, harder, each motion pulling another groan from Jey’s throat. “That’s right,” he murmured. “Say it again.”

Jey gasped, his chest heaving, sweat slicking his brow as his body bucked against the relentless pace. “I love you,” he moaned, louder this time, shameless in the way it broke free.

Punk’s mouth crashed back to his, swallowing the words, the sound, the heat, until Jey was trembling beneath him, every muscle straining, every breath a plea.

And Punk didn’t let up. Not yet.

Punk suddenly shifted above him. Jey’s chest rose and fell under the press of Punk’s palm, every breath ragged, every nerve stretched tight. He was already trembling, already on the edge, when Punk’s hand left him.

Jey’s body jolted at the absence, hips bucking into nothing, frustration curling low in his stomach. “Don’t—” he started, voice hoarse.

“Relax,” Punk murmured, coaxing the Samoan. He pressed a knee between Jey’s thighs, forcing them open, his other hand sliding down to grip the back of Jey’s leg and hook it higher. “I’m not leaving you hanging. Not ever.”

The words cut deeper than they should’ve. They carried a memory .. and a promise Jey hadn’t realized he still wanted to believe in. His heart was in his throat, his hands fisting in the sheets as Punk pushed his pants down lower, exposing him fully.

Punk lined himself up, leaning close enough that his lips brushed Jey’s temple. “Only I could make you feel like this,” he whispered, the grit in his voice crawling straight through Jey’s chest. “And you know it.”

Jey’s breath caught, his body tensing as Punk pressed forward. The stretch was painful as Jey’s teeth sank into his lip to stop the sound from spilling. His back arched against the mattress, his thighs trembling under the weight.

“That’s it,” Punk murmured, steadying him with a hand at his hip. “Breathe, Josh. I got you.”

Jey forced the air into his lungs, his chest heaving, every muscle fighting between resistance and surrender. Punk’s hand stroked over his side while his body pushed deeper, filling him inch by inch.

The sting blurred into something else, something hot and consuming. Jey’s head tipped back, his jaw tight, his hands clutching the sheets like lifelines.

“See?” Punk whispered against his ear. “No one else. Not him. Not anyone. Only me.”

For a moment, Jey believed him. For a moment, the pressure, the heat, the sight of Punk above him felt like the only truth.

But then his mind slipped.

He saw Seth.

Flashes came unbidden.. the way Seth had looked at him on the bus, that smug smile like he already owned him. The way they’d stumbled into Seth’s hotel room, mouths crashing, Seth pinning him against the door with that sharp laugh. Jey had let him. He had wanted it.

The memory cut through like a shard of glass and Jey’s heart… well... Jey's heart hurt.

Punk shifted deeper, pulling him back into the present with a sharp thrust that punched the air from his lungs. “Look at me,” Punk demanded, his hand gripping Jey’s jaw, forcing his eyes up. “Stay here with me baby.”

Jey’s eyes snapped open, unfocused, tears pricking at the corners from the effort of holding everything in. His body burned, stretched out but the heat building inside him drowned out the shame.

“That’s it,” Punk whispered again, pressing a kiss to his cheek, softer this time. “Only I can make you feel like this.”

Jey moaned loud, his hips rocking back instinctively, chasing the rhythm Punk set. His pride crumbled with every thrust, his body betraying him, wanting more even as his mind spun with fragments of last night.

Seth’s voice echoed faint in his skull, overlapping Punk’s: You’re still mine.

Jey squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head, trying to smother the ghost with the weight of the man above him. Punk’s hand dragged down his chest, finding his stomach, pressing there with authority. “That’s my baby,” Punk rasped. “Take me. Show me you still love me.”

Jey’s body arched, his breath ragged, a choked moan slipping free. He hated how much truth bled through it, how much Punk still owned him without even trying.

The rhythm built slow but relentlessly pleasureful, Punk rolling into him with controlled force, guiding Jey’s body exactly where he wanted it. His other hand found Jey’s thigh, pushing it higher, spreading him wider, keeping him open. Jey’s skin burned, his chest slightly covered with sweat, his heart hammering like it wanted to break free.

“Say it,” Punk demanded again, his voice sharp now. “Say it so I know he doesn’t matter.”

Jey gasped, his fingers clawing at the sheets, his body trembling under the assault of sensation. His eyes fluttered open catching Punk’s own.

“I love you,” Jey whispered.

Did he?

Punk groaned low, burying his mouth against Jey’s neck, sucking hard enough to mark. “That’s all I needed.”

Jey’s body shook under him, his mind a mess of memory and present, Seth and Punk colliding until he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. His chest heaved, his thighs quivered, his lips parted on ragged moans he couldn’t stop anymore.

Punk’s pace grew rougher, less controlled, as if the words Jey had given him had unlocked something feral inside. His thrusts drove deep, dragging sound after sound from Jey’s throat, the headboard thumping faintly against the wall with every motion. Jey’s fingers clawed the sheets at each thrust.

Punk’s mouth pressed hot to his ear, words spilling between broken breaths. “I forgive you for last night,” he gasped out, his voice ragged, fraying with each push of his hips. “Just stay with me here, Josh. Stay with me.” His hand slid down Jey’s side, gripping his thigh tight as if anchoring him in place. “I love you so much. Nothing you say will ever make me leave you.”

The confession hit Jey like fire, burning straight through the haze of pleasure. His chest heaved, his heart hammering, shame and want colliding so hard it made him dizzy. He wanted to push Punk away, to tell him he didn’t deserve that kind of devotion, not after what he’d done. But all that came out was a choked moan, his body betraying him as he arched into every thrust.

Punk shifted his weight, pressing Jey deeper into the mattress. His hand wrapped around Jey again, pumping him in rhythm, perfectly timed to drag him over the edge. Jey’s stomach clenched, his vision blurring as waves of pleasure crashed through him.

“Cum with me,” Punk begged, his voice breaking into something desperate. His forehead pressed to Jey’s, eyes squeezed shut, breath mingling between them. “Please, Josh. Cum with me. Don’t leave me here alone.”

Jey’s body trembled, the sound tearing from his throat more prayer than moan. His climax hit hard, messy, spilling over Punk’s fist, across his stomach, his entire body arching with the force of it. Punk followed almost instantly, burying himself deep, his groan muffled against Jey’s neck as his release poured into him.

For a moment, the world stopped.

Their bodies collapsed into each other, tangled, chest to chest, completely breathless. Punk's other hand still gripped his jaw, his thumb stroking softly across Jey’s cheek as if to remind him he was here, real, not going anywhere.

The room was silent except for their panting, with nothing filling the spaces between heartbeats. Punk pressed a soft kiss to Jey’s temple, lingering there as if he could imprint himself onto him, force permanence into something fleeting.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes searched Jey’s, tired but certain. “Come live with me in Chicago,” Punk said softly, almost pleading. “When we get back from the European tour. No more sneaking, no more hiding. Just you and me.”

Jey’s chest tightened. The words were everything Punk had never said before, everything Jey had once wished for, back when things were simple. Back when a year stretched in front of them like promise instead of history.

But now… now all Jey felt was the crushing harsh reality of the truth he’d buried under sweat and release.

He closed his eyes, counted to three in his head and then he said it.

“I slept with Colby.”

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Closer - Seth Rollins x Jey Uso

⚠️ CONTENT WARNINGS: This fic contains: exes-to-lovers-but-make-it-toxic™, public sex on a moving bus (yes, with coworkers 5 feet away), unholy amounts of eye-rolling, Seth Rollins being a smug menace, Jey Uso being weak for said smug menace, “yes Daddy” energy, zero prep (send thoughts & prayers), voyeur Rhea Ripley & Iyo Sky with front-row seats they never asked for, implied blackmail via laughter, and one (1) incriminating phone video that WILL resurface at the worst possible time. This is also may have been written while I was at work, at the gym, at the dinner table and edited while waiting for my melatonin to kick in.

people I would listen to people have sex with: @spiicii @acknowledge-reigns @minteagalaxea

Once upon a time, Seth was Jey’s everything. His shadow in the locker room, his secret in the dark, his anchor when the world spun too fast. That was years ago though, before titles, before betrayals, before pride got in the way of things that once felt untouchable. Time changes everything. People leave. Jey had learned not to cling too tightly. These days, he moved through bodies like water, keeping no one long enough to drown.

The match had ended in chaos, the kind of storm Jey knew how to ride. He’d been shoved and when LA Knight’s hand touched him harder than it needed to, Jey’s instincts took over. A superkick: sharp, fast, unforgiving. The crowd roared, electricity cracking through the arena like lightning. But then Punk had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. His boyfriend. His stability. His mouth that could never stay shut. And Jey’s Adidas Samba caught his jaw just as cleanly.

The gasp from the crowd still rang in Jey’s ears as he finally had made his way through the backstage. He already knew Punk was waiting, that's why Jey took his time, stopped by catering for a snack, chatted up with Rhea and Iyo, said a few words with Dominik.

“You gonna tell me why the hell you kicked me out there?” Punk spat, not caring that the hallway was full of eyes and ears.

Jey’s chest rose and fell, sweat still rolling down his temple. “It’s for the show, Uce. You know that.”

“Bullshit.” Punk’s voice cracked like a whip. “You were showing off. For him. For your ex and his little cult.” His head jerked toward the monitors, where the replay of Seth playing, him smirking with his crew, Bron Breakker at his shoulder, Bronson Reed hulking in the back, and Paul Heyman, always whispering in someone’s ear like a vulture.

Jey didn’t answer right away. He just let the silence stretch until Punk’s nostrils flared and his fists curled. That silence was the truth, louder than anything he could say. Finally, Jey shook his head. “We done.”

“What?”

“You heard me. We done. Don’t follow me.”

He didn’t look back as he walked away, didn’t let himself see the crack in Punk’s armor, the disappointment under the anger. He’d told himself he didn’t owe anyone anything anymore. Not loyalty, not explanations, not apologies.

By the time Jey reached the bus, the adrenaline had faded, leaving something hollow in its place. He climbed on, scanning the rows. Most of the others were up front, still laughing about the show, voices spilling into one another like static. Jey kept moving, headphones already in hand, until he reached the very back. It was quiet there, he sank into the seat, pressed his head against the window, and let the world blur as the bus started going.

The music had just started when he felt the seat next to him shift. His body tensed before his mind even caught up. He turned his head, and there he was.

Seth.

Time hadn’t dulled him. If anything, it had sharpened the edges. His hair fell in dark, damp strands from the shower, his shirt clinging to the lean strength of his torso, his mouth curved into that same mocking smile that had once made Jey weak. His scent lingered too close, threading through, like a memory Jey had tried to bury but never could.

“Hell of a show out there,” Seth said, his voice carrying that familiar mix of amusement and challenge. “Didn’t know you’d be handing out free kicks to everyone, though.”

Jey’s jaw worked, words trapped behind his teeth. He wanted to tell him to get lost, to leave him the hell alone. But his body remembered things his mind wished it didn’t: the heat, the pull, the way Seth had once known him better than he knew himself.

He tugged at the cord of his headphones, trying to ground himself. “Ain’t in the mood, Colby.”

Seth leaned back, casual, like he belonged there. His arm draped over the seat, his body angled just close enough to press. “Funny. Looked like you were in the mood to make a statement tonight. To me.”

Jey exhaled slowly, watching the city lights outside the window. His pulse betrayed him, thudding heavy and reckless. He knew this game. He’d played it before. Seth always knew when to push, when to corner, when to strip him down without ever lifting a hand.

Seth leaned in, his arm resting over the back of the seat, body angled just enough to crowd Jey’s space without ever touching. His smile was there, but there was something lurking beneath it… something that made Jey’s pulse sync with the heavy rhythm still pounding in his ears.

“You could’ve dated anyone,” Seth said finally. “But Punker?” He scoffed. “That’s what you settled on?”

Jey tugged one earbud out, eyes fixed on the passing blur outside the window. He hated that Seth could still get under his skin with one sentence. “What’s it to you, Colby?”

Seth’s smirk deepened at the name. Colby. The man behind the persona, the man Jey had once known better than anyone. “What’s it to me?” Seth leaned in closer, his breath warm at Jey’s temple. “He’s my sworn enemy, Uce. My polar opposite. And you? you went and gave him what was mine.”

Jey rolled his eyes and finally turned to look at him, meeting that molten stare head-on. “You ain’t had me in years. Don’t act like you still do.”

For a moment, the smirk faltered. Then Seth laughed softly, shaking his head. “You think walking away erased it? You think your little parade of flings made me forget what it was like?” His voice dropped, husky now, meant only for Jey. “No one fits you like I do. That’s the truth, and you know it.”

Jey swallowed hard, his throat dry. He hated that Seth always talked like that, with that mix of arrogance and certainty. And he hated even more that part of him believed it. He leaned back, pushing his shoulders into the cool vinyl seat, trying to create space he knew Seth wouldn’t give.

“You don’t get to say that,” Jey muttered. “Not after the way it ended.”

Seth tilted his head, dark hair falling into his face. “The way it ended? Don’t rewrite history, Josh. You ran. You were scared of what it meant to want me that much. So don’t stand here years later and act like you didn’t crave every second.”

Jey clenched his jaw. His fingers tapped against his thigh, restless, betraying the storm inside. He wanted to tell Seth to shut up, to get out of his face, to stop digging into wounds that hadn’t healed. But the words tangled, caught somewhere between anger and want.

“You really wanna know why I picked him?” Jey asked suddenly.

Seth raised a brow.

“Because he was the opposite of you,” Jey said. “Simple. Straightforward. I ain’t have to play games, I ain’t have to feel like I was being tested every time I walked in the room.” He shook his head, gaze sliding away again. “With you, it was always war.”

Silence stretched. Then Seth chuckled, a dark sound. “And yet here you are. Still answering me. Still looking like you’re ready to bite my head off or…” His eyes dragged deliberately down Jey’s frame, lingering. “…something else.”

Heat flushed Jey’s skin despite himself. He shoved his headphone back in his ear like he could drown Seth out, but Seth’s hand was faster, plucking the cord and letting the music die between them. The sudden quiet was suffocating.

“Don’t,” Jey snapped, reaching for it, but Seth held it out of reach, smirk curling again.

“Don’t what?” Seth teased. “Don’t remind you who you are when you’re with me?”

Jey’s breath stuttered. He hated how easily Seth could still unravel him. The smell of his cologne, the weight of his stare, the heat radiating off his body… it was too much, too close, too dangerous.

“You act like you still got some claim on me,” Jey said finally, his voice sharp.

“I don’t act,” Seth murmured. “I know.”

Jey’s chest rose and fell. He should get up, walk away, take another seat. But he stayed. His body wouldn’t move. His pulse was too loud, hammering like that dirty bassline that had underscored every reckless choice he’d ever made with Seth.

Seth leaned back finally, but not far. Just enough to ease the pressure, to let Jey think he had a choice. His arm stayed hooked over the seat behind him, his thigh pressed close.

“You’re still mine,” Seth said quietly, matter-of-fact. “Even when you’re trying to prove you’re not.”

Jey laughed under his breath, bitter, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I been with other people. I moved on. Punk, all the others. You’re the one still stuck.”

“Maybe,” Seth admitted with a shrug. His eyes glinted, sharp and hungry. “But you’re still here. Letting me sit next to you. Letting me talk. Letting me remind you.”

Jey turned away again, forehead pressing briefly to the window. He hated himself for not telling Seth to leave. He hated the way his body betrayed him, every nerve tuned to Seth’s nearness.

Seth’s hand rested on Jey’s thigh, fingers splayed like they had every right to be there. The touch was intentional, not accidental, the kind that lingered until it burned through denim and muscle memory. Jey’s eyes glanced down at it, then back to the front of the bus where the faint glow of the movie lit the faces of their peers. None of them were watching. They were laughing in low murmurs, scrolling through their phones, drifting into shallow sleep. Nobody cared about the shadows in the back row. Nobody was paying attention.

“Come on, Josh,” Seth murmured, voice curling around Jey’s ear. “You know you miss me.”

That hand ghosted higher, inch by inch, testing. Jey froze, eyes fixed forward, as if staring hard enough at the window or the backs of the seats would make the heat crawling up his spine disappear. He should’ve shoved the hand away, snapped something cruel to shut Seth down. But his body betrayed him with that familiar pulse low in his gut tightening with every slow drag of Seth’s palm.

Seth leaned in closer, lips brushing against the line of Jey’s neck. The kiss was teasing at first but the heat behind it told another story.

“Remember our nights on the buses?” Seth whispered against his skin. “How quiet you used to be?” His teeth grazed the spot where Jey’s pulse hammered, sending a jolt through him. “Trying not to make a sound… trying not to let anyone know what I was doing to you.”

Jey shut his eyes, a curse slipping under his breath. He could feel Seth smiling against him. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Knew how to dig into old memories like knives and twist them until Jey yearned.

“You need to stop,” Jey muttered, but the words held no real plead.

Seth chuckled low, the vibration against Jey’s neck making him twitch. “If you really wanted me to stop, you’d have shoved me off already.” His hand slid higher, fingers brushing against the line of Jey’s inseam. “But you haven’t moved once.”

Jey turned his head slightly, catching the faint reflection of them in the bus window, his own face drawn tight with restraint, Seth’s mouth pressed against his neck, hand greedy on his thigh. It looked like a secret painting, blurred and intimate. He swallowed hard, remembering too many nights just like this. Too many nights when Seth had taken and Jey had let him.

“Fuck you,” Jey whispered.

“You already did,” Seth smirked, his lips dragging up toward Jey’s ear. “More than once.”

The words shot a shiver down Jey’s spine, unwanted but unstoppable. His hand half-heartedly reaching for Seth’s wrist but never pushing it away. Instead he gripped it, just enough to feel the tendons shift under his palm, as if grounding himself in the contact he swore he didn’t want.

Seth tilted his head, watching him with those sharp, knowing eyes. “See? You could’ve had Punk. You could’ve had anyone. But no one touches you like I do.” His thumb rubbed a slow circle, right at the crease of Jey’s thigh. “No one makes you sit this still.”

Jey’s jaw clenched, his breathing shallow. His eyes darted to the front of the bus again. A couple of rookies were laughing quietly at whatever movie was playing, Bronsons’ snores filled the background, and Heyman was tapping away at his phone with that eternal frown. Nobody saw. Nobody cared.

And that was the problem. Seth knew they could get away with this. Knew Jey would let it happen if no one was watching.

“You’re so full of yourself,” Jey said finally.

Seth grinned, leaning in again, kissing just under his jawline this time, slow and dangerous. “Not full of myself,” he murmured, his lips dragging across Jey’s skin. “Just full of you.”

Jey’s hand tightened on Seth’s wrist, torn between pushing him off and pulling him closer. His breath stuttered, body caught in that limbo of defiance and craving. He hated Seth’s confidence. Hated the way it always felt justified.

“You think I ain’t had better?” Jey bit out, though his voice was unsteady.

Seth’s tongue flicked against his throat, sending another shiver down his spine. “You think I care who you’ve had?” Seth’s teeth caught his skin lightly, making Jey’s body jolt before the warmth of a kiss soothed it. “I know who you still want.”

Jey turned his head sharply, their mouths suddenly a breath apart. Seth’s eyes glanced with challenge, daring him to close the space.

“You’re playing with fire,” Jey whispered.

Seth’s smile was wicked, pupils blown wide. “Good thing I’ve always liked the burn.”

The tension snapped, like the song pounding through Jey’s memory finally demanded release. He surged forward before he could think better, crushing his mouth against Seth’s. It was rough, teeth clashing, lips bruising. Seth groaned low in his chest, hand immediately gripping higher on Jey’s thigh, pulling him closer.

The kiss was everything Jey remembered, just messy, hungry and consuming. Seth tasted like heat and history, like every mistake Jey had ever promised not to make again.

When they finally broke for air, both of them breathing hard, Seth leaned back just enough to grin against his mouth. “That’s the Joshy I remember,” he whispered.

Jey should’ve stopped. Should’ve pulled away, slid out of the seat, taken the long walk up front and sat anywhere else. But instead his fingers tightened in Seth’s shirt, and the need crawling under his skin burned hotter than shame.

The bus jolted slightly over a bump, drawing a soft chuckle from Seth. “Always was a risk with you, Josh,” he murmured. “Couldn’t wait. Couldn’t keep it behind closed doors. You wanted me everywhere.” His smirk cut sharp. “Even here.”

Jey didn’t answer with words. His body moved before thought could catch up, sliding down in the cramped shadow of the seat. His knees brushed the sticky floor mat as he settled between Seth’s legs.

Seth leaned back casually, one elbow slung over the top of the seat, his other hand finding its place in Jey’s mullet. He didn’t push (not yet) but his palm was commanding.

Jey’s breath fanned hot against the denim stretched tight over Seth’s thighs. The musky heat of him filled the narrow space, intoxicating and familiar. He dragged his palm up slowly, watching the way Seth’s chest rose in a deep, silent inhale.

“You still gonna pretend you don’t miss this?” Jey muttered, his voice rough.

Seth’s laugh was soft, almost soundless. “Why pretend?” His eyes went forward, scanning the bus. Reed was snoring louder, Heyman’s glow from his phone reflected in his glasses, the movie played on with muffled sound. No one was looking back here. Not yet.

Jey tugged at the zipper, slow, savoring the tension, watching Seth’s face for the first crack. But Seth’s composure held, his lips just parted, his breaths measured and quiet.

“Still loud in the ring, quiet everywhere else,” Seth murmured, fingers tightening slightly in Jey’s hair. “That golden mouth of yours…” His grin turned dangerous. “Show me you remember how to use it.”

The words lit something deep in Jey’s gut. He hated how easily Seth controlled the rhythm of everything, hated that his body answered anyway. He freed him from the denim, cock throbbing against his palm, and for a moment he just held him there, heavy, hard, pulsing with restrained want.

Then Jey leaned in and closed his mouth around that beautiful cock.

Seth’s breath caught, a sharp inhale that might’ve been a sound if he’d let it. His hand flexed in Jey’s hair, steadying him, keeping him low, but not forcing. His composure was still intact, but the tightness in his chest betrayed him.

Jey worked slowly at first, dragging his tongue along the underside, letting the need and pleasure build. He knew what Seth liked. He knew every twitch, every shiver hidden behind silent breaths. His lips slid deeper, and Seth’s eyes fluttered shut for a second before snapping back open, gaze cutting forward to keep watch.

No one had turned around. The bus remained unaware.

“Fuck,” Seth whispered under his breath, the first slip in his silence. His hand tightened in Jey’s mullet, not harsh but insistent, guiding him lower, making him take more. Jey gagged once, low in his throat, but pushed through it, swallowing around him, his jaw aching as he pressed closer.

Seth’s composure cracked in fragments, not loud, never loud, but in the way his chest rose and fell too quickly, in the way his eyes glazed for a moment before he refocused. His lips parted, breath spilling out in deep, quiet exhalations, as if keeping control was the last thread holding him together.

Jey’s rhythm quickened, his hand bracing Seth’s thigh for leverage as he hollowed his cheeks. His tongue traced patterns Seth knew too well, muscle memory carrying him like instinct. Seth’s hand stroked through his mullet, sometimes tugging, sometimes holding him steady, each motion steady.

The movie up front continued. Laughter bubbled briefly, muffled conversation about nothing important. Still… no one turned.

Seth’s jaw clenched as he fought to stay silent, his nostrils flaring with every ragged inhale. His hips shifted once, betraying need, but he caught himself, anchoring back against the seat as if nothing was happening. Only his hand in Jey’s hair gave away the desperate flex of fingers when Jey swallowed him deeper.

“Quiet,” Seth hissed suddenly, voice rough but still low. “Just like before. You remember.” His thumb stroked the back of Jey’s head almost soothingly, as if rewarding obedience.

Jey’s eyes burned, not from shame but from the effort, from the heat in his lungs and the ache in his jaw. Still, he took him deeper, letting the pressure drown out thought. He hated Seth. He wanted Seth. He wanted to ruin him and worship him in the same breath.

Seth’s head tipped back slightly, lips parting as another deep exhale escaped. His control was fraying. The façade of calm slipping thread by thread. His hand tightened in Jey’s mullet, his thigh shifting under Jey’s palm, betraying the tremor in his restraint.

Jey pulled back briefly, spit trailing across his lips, and smirked up at him, voice hoarse. “Still think I don’t know how to keep you quiet?”

Seth’s eyes burned down at him, half-lidded, glassy with want. “Shut up,” he rasped, shoving him back down, not with cruelty but with desperation.

Jey obeyed, mouth closing around him again, sucking harder now, faster, until Seth’s chest heaved in uneven rhythm. His hand tightened, his jaw set, his breaths growing ragged despite his fight for silence.

It went on for a few more moments until Seth’s grip tightened suddenly in Jey’s hair, halting his rhythm, pulling him back with a wet gasp. Jey blinked up at him, breath ragged, spit glistening across his lips. Seth’s chest heaved, his composure cracking, but his eyes were commanding.

“That’s enough,” Seth murmured. His hand slid down to Jey’s jaw, thumb smearing moisture across his cheek. “Pull down your pants.”

Jey froze, still kneeling between his legs. His throat worked, breath shallow, disbelief cutting through the haze. “Seth…”

“Now.”

Seth made that word sound like there wasn’t another option. Jey’s body burned with a mix of anger and need, but he stayed rooted, eyes darting forward to the rest of the bus. Reed still snored. Heyman typed away. The rookies whispered over the movie.

Jey’s voice dropped to a whisper. “We’re gonna get caught.”

Seth leaned forward, his lips brushing Jey’s ear, hot and merciless. “No,” he whispered. “Just arch your back. Put your head down. Use the seat.”

Jey’s heart pounded so hard he swore it echoed in the quiet. His body trembled, torn between refusal and obedience. But the look in Seth’s eyes was too much. It always had been.

Eventually Jey rose to his feet, his hands moving to his waistband. His fingers hesitated on the button, his jaw tight, before he forced it open. The sound of the zipper felt deafening in the silence, though no one stirred. He pushed the denim down, letting it gather around his thighs, exposing himself to the shadows.

He bent forward, bracing himself against the cool vinyl of the seat in front of him. His forehead pressed to it, his breath fogging faintly against the material. His back arched as told, the vulnerable line of his body on display.

Seth shifted behind him, as if savoring the moment of the famous Uso with bootylicious ass. His hand pressed against the small of Jey’s back, grounding him, forcing him lower. Jey squeezed his eyes shut, his mouth pressed to his forearm to muffle the sound.

The first thrust came without warning. No prep. No mercy. Just Seth burying himself inside, splitting him open raw. Jey’s entire body jolted forward with a strangled cry, muffled instantly by his own palm clamping over his mouth.

“Quiet,” Seth hissed, his breath hot against the back of Jey’s neck. “You remember.”

Jey’s fingers dug into the seat, knuckles white, his jaw clenched so hard his teeth ached. Pain seared through him, but beneath it something else.. something of that same fire he’d sworn he’d buried years ago. His chest heaved as he forced himself to stay still, to stay quiet.

Seth’s hips rolled again, another brutal thrust filling him. Jey muffled the sound against his arm this time, biting down hard on the fabric of his sleeve. His body trembled, caught between agony and a twisted, undeniable pleasure.

“Goddamn,” Seth murmured, voice ragged for the first time, though still quiet. His hand slid up Jey’s back, fingers curling into his shoulder. “You take it just like you used to. Nothing’s changed.”

Jey wanted to argue, wanted to spit something venomous, but all that came out was a muffled groan against his sleeve as Seth pushed deeper, relentless. Every thrust was punishing, like he was reclaiming something he thought had been stolen.

The bus rattled over another bump, masking the faint slap of skin, the strained gasps Jey couldn’t fully hold back. Up front, the movie continued on, a swell of laughter at some line covering the sharpest of sounds.

Jey kept his forehead pressed to the seat, eyes squeezed shut, mouth covered tight with his palm. His body burned, stretched raw, but his hips betrayed him, rocking back against Seth’s without thought, chasing that brutal rhythm.

Seth chuckled low, his chest pressing briefly to Jey’s back. “See? You act like you hate me. But you’re moving for me, Josh. You’ve always moved for me.” His teeth grazed the curve of Jey’s ear, making him jolt. “Always so goddamn good for me.”

Another thrust punched the air from Jey’s lungs, his muffled groan louder this time. He froze instantly, heart leaping to his throat, but no one stirred. Reed’s snore broke the silence, Heyman muttered something under his breath to no one in particular. The coast was still clear.

Seth’s hand moved from his shoulder down to his hip, gripping hard, controlling his pace. He dragged him back with each thrust, sharp and precise, leaving Jey nowhere to run.

Jey’s chest pressed into the seat, his arms shaking as he braced against it. Sweat slicked his forehead, his teeth sank deeper into the fabric. He hated how his body reacted, hated how much he craved more even through the sting.

Seth leaned over him, lips brushing the back of his neck. “Say you don’t miss this,” he whispered, a challenge laced in heat.

Jey shook his head, unable to form words through the muffled gasps. His hand pressed harder over his mouth, desperate to hold it all in.

“You can’t,” Seth breathed, another thrust making Jey’s knees buckle. “Because you do.”

The rhythm built, rough and unrelenting, Seth’s silent breaths breaking into heavier exhales against Jey’s skin. His control was fraying again, composure slipping piece by piece as he drove into him.

Thankfully, there was no wet slap of skin echoing through the bus. Seth wasn’t letting it get that reckless, not quite. Every thrust pulled fully out, precisely, keeping the danger of discovery just on the edge but never loud enough to give them away. The drag of it was maddening, Jey’s body trembling with every entry, every withdrawal, his forehead pressed against the seatback, his palm muffling ragged breaths.

His eyes rolled back, heavy-lidded, sweat slicking his brow. Every nerve was on fire, every muscle taut, the soundless rhythm of Seth’s hips pulling him deeper into memory. Jey’s chest hitched, and for the first time in years, he didn’t try to fight the smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Seth’s hand left his hip for a moment. Jey almost growled at the loss until he felt the man shifting, digging into his pocket. A faint click, the telltale glow.

Jey’s head whipped half around, but Seth only smirked, lifting his phone just enough to catch the angle, the arch of Jey’s back, his ass and the tension in his shoulders. Basically the bareback truth of what was happening here in the shadows of the bus.

“You—” Jey started, but Seth’s hand clamped gently at the base of his skull, dragging his face forward again until his cheek brushed vinyl. “Shut up,” Seth murmured, soft, almost affectionate. “Just look at yourself.”

And he did. His eyes caught the reflection in the dark glass of the window. Seth behind him, phone angled low, recording the silent tremor in his body, the way his back arched instinctively, begging without words. His lips parted against his arm, and in spite of everything, he smiled at himself. That stupid, quiet smile that said he knew exactly what he’d fallen back into.

Seth leaned close, lips brushing his ear, the camera still rolling. “You want Daddy to finish in you?”

The word hit him like a shockwave. His breath caught, a groan caught under his palm. His eyes fluttered shut, head pressing into the seat. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, ragged but sure.

That was all it took. Seth’s thrusts grew sharper, rougher, the composure he’d fought to maintain unraveling in seconds. His breaths turned into hard, silent pulls, chest heaving as the tight control shattered. He gripped Jey’s hip again, pulling him flush, burying himself deep one last time.

Jey felt the cum spill inside him, the tremor of Seth’s body pressed close, his quiet grunt muffled into Jey’s hair. The phone trembled slightly in Seth’s hand before he finally let it drop, still glowing faintly in the dark.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Jey kept his forehead pressed to the seat, catching his breath, sweat cooling against his skin. Seth leaned over him, still inside, both of them breathing hard but quiet, those silent smiles playing across their lips like kids who knew they’d gotten away with something.

Then a voice broke the quiet.

“Well,” Rhea said dryly from a row up, her head popping above the seat. “We’ve been here this whole time, dipshits.”

Jey’s entire body froze, eyes snapping wide. He twisted half around, pants still clinging around his thighs, only to see Rhea leaning on the seat in front of her like she’d just caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.

And next to her, Iyo popped her head up too, expression unreadable. She rattled off something quick and sharp in Japanese, her voice tinged with disbelief and amusement all at once.

Seth blinked, then barked out a laugh, the sound low and breathless. “Of course,” he muttered, pulling back finally, tucking himself in with one hand as the other still braced casually on Jey’s hip.

Jey’s cheeks burned, his chest heaving as he yanked his pants back up. He pressed a hand over his face, muttering something low under his breath that didn’t quite form words.

Iyo’s tone rose with a final word that carried like a punchline, and Seth chuckled harder, shaking his head. “Don’t even need a translation,” he said, eyes glinting with mischief. “I know exactly what she just called us.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, her smirk unmistakable even in the dark. “Unbelievable. Couldn’t even wait until we got to the damn hotel.”

[darkandlight00]

- happy birthday babies <3

plot: just moments into jey’s 40th birthday, the sweetest gift he could ever ask for arrives.

warnings: slight mature language & cutesy fluff! ᯓᡣ𐭩

A/N: thank you to @mrsfatu08 for the request! 💌

been putting it off for a bit due to writer’s block, but today felt like the perfect time to finally get it done. enjoy! 🫶🏼

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“that’s it mama,” josh mutters, his voice just above a whisper, pressing occasional kisses deep into my hair. “in and out. you’re doin’ amazing.”

i nod, eyes squeezed shut, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

“you’re doing a wonderful job mrs. fatu,” the head nurse, melissa, reassures me. “just keep breathing.”

i nod again, my chest tightening with every jolt of pain through my body.

moments that feel like hours later, the pain finally dies down, allowing me to lay back and breathe a sigh of relief.

“that was the worst one yet,” i announce breathlessly, rubbing my bump. “i-is she almost here?”

the past nine months have been hell on earth.

from the general struggle of carrying this kid, to the insane mood swings, to the even more insane cravings.

i just want it all over with.

melissa nods, smiling softly. “just like you, baby girl wants out of there real bad. and she will be soon.”

i chuckle lightly, watching josh as he leans down.

“she’s a warrior like her mama,” he compliments in between kisses to my belly.

i smile, running my fingers through his curls. “more like a future wrestler like her papa. this girl is super kicking the hell outta me!”

he laughs and presses a sweet kiss my cheek.

“alright you two,” the nurse interrupts between laughs. “i’m gonna go check on a patient next door and then we’ll run some more tests in a little while. holler if you need me.”

“will do doc,” josh replies, quickly nodding with a smile.

we both thank her sweetly and she heads out the door, closing it behind her.

i sigh, sinking my head deeper into the hospital pillows and looking up at the ceiling.

out of the corner of my eye, i see josh take a seat on a chair next to me.

soon enough, i feel his warm hand back on mine, lacing our fingers together.

“you alright, baby?” he asks, softly pushing strands of sweaty hair away from my forehead.

i look over, immediately getting lost in his eyes. “which one?”

he smirks, tilting his head. “i think that baby is doing just fine. i was talking to my first one.”

i smile, puckering my lips to the side to prevent a belly laugh. “tired….and sore.”

he gives me an empathetic smile, stroking my cheek lightly. “we only got a little while left, mama. you heard doc. baby girl is itching to get outta there.”

i nod, looking back up, my eyes automatically being drawn to the digital clock hanging on the wall.

11:47pm. 13 minutes until josh’s birthday. the big 40.

a few moments of silence take over before i speak again.

“i just wish she’d hurry. it’s almost your big day.”

he smiles, shaking his head. “that shit is the least of our worries right now, bae. ima be 40 for the next 365 days. baby girl is only gonna be born once.”

i look back over and nod, guilt still running through my veins.

josh already shares a birthday with his brother jon.

and though they’re inseparable, i know that sharing quite literally everything growing up, especially a day that’s supposed to be all about you, was one of their biggest pet peeves.

and though he’s all grown up now, i wouldn’t wanna take even more attention away from him by giving birth to our daughter on the same day as well.

“hey,” he mutters, snapping me out of my thoughts. “i don’t care if this baby comes in five minutes or five hours. ima be happy either way, you hear me?”

he cups my face and i immediately lean into his touch, kissing his palm.

he smiles and leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

i kiss back running my fingers through his thick curls before pulling him into a hug.

“i love you,” he mutters against my neck, pressing even more kisses there. “we gon’ be good. i promise.”

“i know,” i reply, holding him close and inhaling his comforting scent. “i love you more.”

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everything happened so fast.

by midnight, there was no signs of anything.

just me, josh, and our baby girl kicking away celebrating her papa turning 40.

but by 12:05…

“we need one more big push, mama!” one of the nurses yell from between my legs. “i can see her!”

i can’t see which one it is, nor do i care.

i just need this baby out of me.

“breathe baby,” josh reminds me every so often, stroking my hand with his thumb. “she’s coming.”

i take a deep breath and push with every single fiber of strength left in me.

the room goes white.

those last seconds of peace and quiet feel like ongoing hours.

until finally. finally i hear her.

her cries. her screams. her wails.

her.

my daughter.

“happy birthday baby!” melissa cheers quietly, wrapping her up in hospital blanket. “come meet your mama!”

tears pour out of my eyes as she places our daughter in my arms.

“h-hi baby girl,” i greet her breathlessly, pressing kisses to her tiny but oh-so-perfect head.

she sobs into my chest, her tiny hand immediately clenching around my finger.

holy shit.

i’m a mother.

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i watch on as josh interacts with our daughter, pressing pillow soft kisses to her hair.

“she’s so beautiful,” he coos, admiring her features with a sniffle. “we really made that.”

i smile, letting out a breathless laugh before wiping his fresh tears with my thumb. “hell yeah we did, daddy.”

he turns to me and we share a kiss before he turns back to her.

“all this hair came from you i can tell you that much,” i say, gently twisting her tiny, dark curls with my index finger.

he chuckles, rubbing the back of her head with his thumb. “at least she got something from me. this gorgeous face is all you, bae.”

i blush, kissing his bare shoulder.

as if baby can understand, she lets out a giggle, causing us both to gasp like it’s the coolest thing we’ve ever seen.

“that’s your smile,” we say to each other in unison, sharing a look and laughing afterwards.

he presses another kiss to each of our temples before i speak up again.

“have you texted jon yet?” i ask, tracing the tribal patterns on his shoulder.

every year at midnight, my husband and his twin brother tell each other happy birthday.

from what i’ve heard in stories, they’ve been doing it since they could talk.

whether it was when they were five and shared one room in their tiny little house in pensacola, or during college, knocking on each other’s dorm rooms once the clock struck twelve.

he stops in his tracks and looks over. “mama, you’re a genius.”

i tilt my head in confusion as he hands over the baby and reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his phone.

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“everyone’s knocked out, huh?” melissa whispers, coming into the room after softly knocking on the door.

i chuckle softly, nodding. “yep. too much partying i guess.”

she smiles, coming over to refill the pitcher on my nightstand with ice water. “and how are you feeling?”

i sigh, sinking deeper into the pillows. “like i just gave birth.”

she smiles and watches as i look over and josh and our daughter sleeping peacefully next to me. “but this view makes it all worth it.”

happy birthday, babies. <3

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[darkandlight00]

THE PICKUP.

summary; You drop your daughter off at Jey’s house before heading out for the night. But when he notices your fit, he can’t help but get jealous and territorial—leading to one of those arguments that never stay arguments for long.

warnings; 18+, heavy tension, baby mama/baby daddy dynamic, jealous/possessive Jey, cursing - use of n word. toxic, toxic TOXIC. slight manipulation? girl.. yea.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

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You had the overnight bag slung on your shoulder, your eight-year-old skipping ahead of you with her little pink suitcase rolling behind her. Jey had left the front door cracked, so she ran straight inside yelling,

“Daddy!”

You followed in slowly, tugging at your dress to make sure it sat right. The black mini number hugged your curves, your thighs lotion’d and glowing, edges laid down perfectly. You hadn’t worn heels in months, but tonight you had a reason.

And that reason had nothing to do with Jey.

At least, it wasn’t supposed to.

You heard his laugh from the living room as he scooped your daughter up. His curls were still damp like he had just showered, grey Nike shorts hanging low on his hips with no shirt. Tattoos covered his chest and arms, and he had that damn chain on—like he was intentionally trying to test you.

He kissed your daughter’s cheek, set her down, and that’s when his eyes found you.

And stayed there.

You pretended not to notice.

“Her bag’s in the car. Lemme grab it,” you said casually, turning on your heel. The dress shifted higher up your thighs, and you knew he saw because you could feel his stare burn holes into you.

By the time you came back with the bag, he was leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted slightly.

“Where you goin’ lookin’ like that?” he asked, voice low, that little island drawl slipping through.

You rolled your eyes. “Out.”

“Out where?”

“Jey, don’t start,” you sighed, pushing past him to set the bag down by the couch.

He didn’t move. Just kept looking at you like you were walking around his house naked. His jaw flexed, lips pressed tight, eyes dragging from your heels up your thighs, over your waist, lingering way too long at your chest before finally landing back on your face.

“Ion like that dress,” he muttered.

You scoffed. “Good thing you don’t have to.”

That got him to push off the wall, stepping into your space. “Who you tryna look good for? ’Cause I know it ain’t for me.”

Your tongue clicked against your teeth as you smirked. “What if it is?”

He narrowed his eyes, like he didn’t believe you. “Nah. You tryna get some lil’ dude’s attention, huh?”

You tilted your head, lashes fluttering. “And if I am?”

That was the spark. His nostrils flared, tongue running across his teeth before he laughed in disbelief. He glanced toward the hallway where your daughter was already in her room, then back at you with that dangerous heat in his eyes.

“Y/N, stop playin’ wit’ me.” His voice dropped deeper, rougher. “You know I don’t like that shit.”

You leaned in just enough for him to smell your perfume—warm vanilla and coconut oil—before whispering, “Then what you gon’ do about it?”

You tilted your head and smirked, watching his jaw tighten. Jey hated when you pushed his buttons, but you couldn’t help it. That baby daddy attitude was exactly why you loved riling him up.

“Don’t do that,” he warned, stepping closer until your back brushed against the arm of the couch.

“Do what?” you asked, voice all sweet like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.

“That lil’ smirk. Like you proud of yourself,” he muttered, his chest brushing yours just enough to make your breath hitch. “Walkin’ in here like you single, like I ain’t put no work in.”

Your brow arched. “Jey, last time I checked, we’re not together. Remember? You made sure of that.”

That one hit him. His nostrils flared, and he dropped his gaze to the floor for a second, tongue pushing against his cheek. He hated when you reminded him of the breakup.

“I ain’t say we together,” he admitted finally, lifting his eyes back to yours. “But you still mine.”

You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Ohhh, here we go. Typical Jey shit. You don’t want me, but you don’t want nobody else to have me either. That’s not how it works, Josh.”

“Man, stop callin’ me Josh when you mad,” he snapped. “You know I don’t like that shit.”

“Too bad,” you shot back, folding your arms under your chest. “You don’t get to tell me what to wear, where to go, or who I go with. Not anymore.”

His hand dragged over his face, frustration written all over him. “You really gon’ play in my face like that? Walkin’ in here dressed like you tryna get cuffed up by some clown—”

You sucked your teeth, leaning into him just enough for your lips to nearly brush his ear. “Better me getting cuffed up by somebody else than you, huh?”

His head snapped toward you, eyes blazing. “Man, stop fuckin’ playin’ with me!”

Your heart skipped, but you didn’t move. If anything, you leaned in closer. “Or what?”

Your challenge hung in the air.

Jey’s jaw flexed, the muscle in his cheek jumping as he stared you down. You didn’t flinch.

“You really tryna test me tonight, huh?” he said low, voice dipping rough and dangerous.

You folded your arms tighter, eyes cutting at him. “I’m not testing nothing. I’m just telling you what it is. You don’t get to play baby daddy and boyfriend when it’s convenient for you. You either here or you not.”

His laugh was humorless, sharp. “Oh, so I’m not here? I’m not here every other day making sure our daughter’s straight? Making sure you straight too?”

You rolled your eyes. “Straight? Please. You pop in, you play house, and then you disappear when it’s time to really act like—”

“—Like what?!” he snapped, stepping right up on you, chest to chest. “Like a husband? That what you want? You still in love with me, just say that. Stop tryna act tough.”

Your breath caught, but you didn’t back down. “Don’t flatter yourself, Josh. If I wanted you, I could’ve had you.”

That did it. His eyes narrowed, and in the next second his hand was gripping your jaw, thumb pressed to your bottom lip.

“Keep talkin’ that shit,” he muttered, voice husky, nose brushing yours. “Keep actin’ like you don’t feel this. Like your body don’t remember me every time I get close.”

You swallowed hard, heat rushing through you despite the defiance still on your face. “You got a lotta nerve…” you murmured, words muffled against his grip.

“Yeah?” His smirk was dark, slow. “And you got a smart mouth. Lemme see how long that lasts.”

Before you could fire back, he pressed you into the couch with his weight, lips crashing into yours. The kiss wasn’t sweet—it was hungry, claiming, like he was tired of pretending y’all weren’t still tangled up in each other.

You broke away just long enough to whisper, “I hate you.”

He chuckled against your neck, teeth grazing the skin. “Nah, you love me. That’s the problem.”

You squirmed under his weight, palms pushing at his chest. “Get off me, Jey. You think just ‘cause you got muscles and tattoos, you can just pin me down and I’ma fold? Nah.”

He eased back slightly, just enough to let you breathe, but his eyes stayed locked on yours. “Muscles and tattoos?” he repeated with a scoff. “Girl, you wasn’t saying none of that when you was blowing up my phone last week, beggin’ me to come through.”

Your mouth fell open. “Beggin’? Don’t get it twisted. I asked you to come ‘cause your daughter missed you. Not me.”

“Cap.” He leaned in, his breath hot on your ear. “You missed me too. You think I don’t hear it in your voice? You think I don’t see it when you look at me?”

You tilted your chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “All I see is a headache.”

He laughed low, shaking his head. “A headache that had you screaming my name so loud last month, the neighbors was callin’ the cops.”

You gasped and smacked his chest. “Nigga why you always gotta bring that up?!”

“‘Cause you keep actin’ brand new like you don’t remember.” He shifted his hold, one hand on your thigh, gripping tight. “But your body remembers. Always does.”

Your thighs pressed together involuntarily, betraying you. “Stop tryna play with me, Jey.”

“I ain’t playin’.” His tone dropped, serious now, his hand sliding higher. “You steady actin’ like I ain’t still yours. Like another dude could even step in and handle you the way I do.”

Your lips curled into a smirk even as your pulse quickened. “Maybe I’m ready for another dude to try.”

That was it. His head snapped back like he couldn’t believe you said that. “Say it again,” he dared, voice thick with warning.

You leaned up, face inches from his, eyes locked. “Maybe. I’m. Ready.”

His nostrils flared, jaw tightening, and then his hand slid up to your throat, not harsh, but firm enough to make you gasp. His eyes burned into yours.

“Bet,” he whispered, his voice almost a growl. “Guess I’ma have to remind you why you keep comin’ back to me.”

His grip on your throat lingered, not rough, but enough to still your words. Your breath caught, chest heaving under his weight.

“Go ‘head, keep talkin’ ‘bout some other man steppin’ in,” Jey said low, his lips brushing your jaw. “You know damn well you ain’t lettin’ nobody else touch you.”

You tried to push him off, but your thighs squeezed together when his hand slid down your stomach, fingers teasing the edge of your thong. “Jey—stop—” you whispered, eyes flicking toward the stairs. “She upstairs, don’t—”

He smirked, eyes narrowing. “So you do care.” His thumb pressed into your skin. “Thought I was just a headache, huh? Headaches don’t get you wet like this.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to give him the satisfaction of a sound. “You cocky as hell.”

“Cocky ‘cause I know.” His mouth was on your neck now, biting lightly, and your head tipped back against the couch. “Know this mine. Always been mine. Always gon’ be.”

Your hands went to his curls, tugging hard, half trying to pull him away, half pulling him closer. Your whisper came out sharp: “Jey, if she hears—”

“She won’t,” he cut you off, his voice a husky growl against your skin. “Long as you keep that pretty mouth quiet.”

The challenge in his eyes was lethal. He slid his hand lower, tugging your thong down just enough to expose you, his palm hot against your thigh. You gasped and tried to close your legs, but he pushed them open with his knee, caging you in.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he warned, his tone deep and commanding now.

“Who said I can’t finish?” you shot back, though the quiver in your voice betrayed you.

That did it. He snapped, pressing you deeper into the couch cushions, one hand gripping your hip tight while the other kept your mouth covered just enough to muffle your sounds. His lips crashed onto yours, rough, messy, all the pent-up arguing and frustration spilling over.

And God help you, you kissed him back like you hated him and loved him in the same breath.

“Uh-uh,” he murmured against your lips, “you gon’ sit here and take this. Ain’t runnin’ from me no more.”

You arched against him, trying to fight him off and pull him closer all at once. “Jey, we can’t—”

“We can.” His teeth nipped your jaw. “You think I’m ‘bout to let you talk reckless, slam doors, then come down here actin’ like I ain’t still your man? Nah, I’m settin’ it straight tonight.”

You clenched your thighs when his fingers brushed where you needed him most. He chuckled low, pressing his knee wider between your legs.

“Already drippin’ f’me,” he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. “Arguin’ all week, swearin’ you don’t want me, but your body don’t lie.”

You bit your lip, trying not to give him the sound he wanted, but the way his fingers teased you had your hips rolling against his touch.

“Shhh,” he warned, sliding two fingers into you with ease, curling them slow. Your hand flew up to grip his arm tight. “She gon’ hear you if you don’t hush. Be quiet for me, baby. Be my good girl.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, head tipped back against the couch. His lips found your chest, pulling the top of your dress down with his teeth until your breast spilled free, his mouth closing around your nipple. The moan slipped out before you could stop it, and his hand snapped back up to cover your mouth again.

“I said be quiet,” he growled, dark eyes locking on yours. “Don’t make me put you on your stomach right here.”

Your whole body shivered at the threat, and he smirked, clearly feeling your walls squeeze around his fingers.

“You like that, huh? Bad as hell ‘til I remind you who daddy is.”

“Jey…” your muffled whine bled through his palm, your nails digging into his arm.

That was all he needed. He yanked his shorts down just enough, sliding into you with a deep, slow thrust that knocked the breath right out of you.

Your scream caught in your throat, muffled under his hand, your body arching up into his.

“Fuck,” he groaned, jaw tight, forehead pressed to yours. “Been wantin’ to get back in this all damn week.”

He set a steady, punishing pace, the couch creaking under you both, your legs wrapped around his waist to hold him close. Every thrust had you clutching at him, eyes rolling back, his hand never leaving your mouth.

“Keep quiet,” he breathed, sweat beading along his temple. “Don’t wake her up. Don’t you dare.”

Your muffled cries turned into whimpers, and he smirked, licking over your lips before kissing you hard, swallowing every sound.

His pace picked up, hips snapping into you harder, deeper. He pulled back just enough to whisper against your mouth, “Say you mine. Say it.”

You shook your head, stubborn even with your body betraying you. He growled, slamming into you harder, making the couch legs scrape against the floor.

“Say it,” he demanded again, the authority in his voice leaving no room for argument.

Finally, your whisper broke through the kiss: “I’m yours.”

His grin was wicked, satisfaction written all over his face as he drove into you faster, your body trembling beneath him.

“That’s right,” he rasped, his lips trailing fire down your throat. “Always mine. Ain’t no man steppin’ in. Ain’t no man doin’ what I do to you.”

You clawed at his back, toes curling as the heat built inside you, your body clenching around him. His hand clamped back over your mouth just in time as you came undone beneath him, your muffled scream vibrating against his palm.

He followed close behind, his hips stuttering, burying himself deep with a guttural groan against your ear.

For a moment, the room was nothing but heavy breathing, his body still pinning you down.

Then he kissed your cheek, soft this time, pulling his hand away and brushing your messy hair back. “Told you stop playin’ with me, baby.”

You gave him a breathless side-eye, lips swollen, chest heaving. “You still get on my damn nerves.”

But the way you curled into him as he shifted back onto the couch told him everything he needed to know.

The house was quiet again, the kind of silence that let you know your daughter had finally drifted off into deep sleep. You slipped past her door, peeking in just to make sure, and smiled at the sight of her sprawled out under her princess comforter.

The second you closed the door, though, a hand wrapped around your waist, tugging you back against a hard chest.

“Where you think you goin’?” Jey’s voice was low, husky in your ear.

“Home, and to bed,” you whispered, rolling your eyes even as your body melted back against him. “Where you should be.”

“Bed?” He chuckled darkly, lips grazing your neck. “Yeah, I’ma take you to bed alright.”

By the time you made it to the bedroom, he’d already kicked the door shut with his foot. The couch round was fast, desperate, but now? He wasn’t rushing. He wanted you slow. He wanted you remembering.

He laid you back against the pillows, crawling over you, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed down your throat. His hands slid under your dress, tugging it over your head in one smooth motion.

“You had a lot to say earlier,” he murmured, kissing the curve of your breast. “Real mouthy. Now you quiet.”

“Jey…” you sighed, arching up into his touch.

“Nah, keep that same energy, baby,” he teased, sliding his tongue over your nipple, sucking until your back arched. “Don’t start actin’ shy now.”

You tried to come back with something slick, but all that left your mouth was a broken whine when his hand trailed down your stomach, dipping between your thighs.

He smirked against your skin. “Mhm. That’s what I thought.”

He touched you slow, leaving kisses everywhere his hands wandered, until you were bare under him, flushed and restless. He slid down the bed, spreading your thighs wide, his eyes dark as he licked his lips.

“You already know what time it is,” he muttered, then lowered his head.

Your hand flew to his curls the second his tongue met you, your thighs trembling around his shoulders. He took his time, dragging it out, teasing you with soft, shallow licks until you were tugging at his hair, begging for more.

“You gon’ stop playin’ with me now?” he asked between strokes, grinning up at you.

“Yes—ah, fuck—yes,” you gasped, head tipping back into the pillows.

“Good,” he growled, sucking deep, his fingers sliding into you to match the rhythm of his tongue. The heat built until your body arched up, cries muffled against your hand as you came hard against his mouth.

He licked you through it, not giving you a chance to come down before he slid up the bed, pressing himself against you. His shorts were gone, again, and the weight of him made your stomach flutter all over again.

“Round two, baby,” he whispered, lining himself up. “And this time, I’ma take my time with you.”

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, his eyes locked on yours as he filled you completely. He kissed you deep, one hand laced with yours against the sheets, the other gripping your thigh to keep you spread open for him.

Every roll of his hips was controlled, slow but deep enough to make your toes curl. He wasn’t letting you hide this time — he wanted every whimper, every moan, every plea.

Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails across his skin as his pace gradually picked up, dragging out your pleasure until you were shaking under him, chanting his name.

“That’s it,” he groaned, kissing along your jaw. “Say it again.”

“Jey…” your voice cracked, tears pricking your eyes from how good it felt.

“That’s mine,” he whispered, hips snapping harder, burying himself deep. “Always mine.”

You couldn’t even answer — your climax ripped through you, body convulsing beneath him, the sheets twisting in your fists. He followed right after, a guttural moan muffled against your neck as he spilled into you, holding you tight against him.

The room went quiet again, save for your heavy breathing. He kissed your temple, pulling the blanket up over both of you as he stayed buried inside you, unwilling to let go yet.

“See?” he murmured, brushing your damp hair back. “Told you quit talkin’ crazy. Daddy still run this.”

You swatted at his chest weakly, laughing breathlessly. “Shut up.”

But when you curled into him, leg hooked over his hip, he just smirked, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Love you too, mama.”

[darkandlight00]

TALK U THRU IT

summary: He’s the birthday boy of course he’s gonna talk her thru it just like how she talked him thru it.

warnings contain: handjob (m receiving), unprotected sex, choking, hair-pulling, handcuffs, fluff at the end.

Word count: 2.4k

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jimmy Uso x Milaya

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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again mdni you have been warned.

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When Milaya plans to surprise him with some lingerie she had gotten from Victoria Secret just to get him started.

Having finished preparing dinner for him, Milaya ensured that everything was perfectly arranged. She always made an extra effort for Jimmy's birthday, knowing he preferred simple family cookouts and drinks over any celebrations. This year, she wanted to change things up a bit.

She heard the sound of the key jiggling, indicating that he had just returned home from work. This prompted her to wrap her robe around herself as she feigned cleaning the dishes, even though they were already clean, simply waiting for him to call her.

As soon as she heard the door close and the keys clatter onto the table next to his duffle bag thudding to the floor, she sensed him approaching from behind—Jimmy enveloped her neck with his arms, planting a kiss on the back of her neck that sent a thrilling jolt down her spine.

The scent of his cologne enveloped her senses, almost like a drug she had been craving—she briefly turned her head to catch a clearer glimpse of him, and he appeared utterly stunning.

His hair was still somewhat damp, likely from a shower he took before arriving home. He was dressed in an all-grey Nike suit, and his Cuban link chain sparkled in the kitchen light.

“hey handsome, I made dinner for you.” Milaya said.

He smiled at her before speaking, “I figured you did, I could smell it before I came inside of the house baby.” Jimmy replied.

Jimmy observed that she was dressed in a sleek, all-black robe that accentuated her curves beautifully, and as his fingers began to trace gentle circles on her hips, it took her by surprise.

“What’chu hiding underneath this robe baby?” He asked.

He was pulling on the string of the robe, curious to discover what she was concealing beneath it, which made her laugh playfully.

“You’ll see love, let's eat dinner first.” She said.

After dinner, Milaya was leaning over to place the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when she heard footsteps descending from the stairs and entering the kitchen—she noticed the refrigerator door open, realizing that Jimmy was grabbing a drink before closing it again.

Jimmy stood there, holding his water bottle, observing her as she bent over in that robe, still trying to decipher what she might be concealing beneath it.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he watched as she closed the dishwasher and started it up to wash the dishes—she turned her head and caught him admiring her from head to toe, which brought a smile to her face in return.

He set his water bottle on the kitchen counter and moved towards her as she stood there, waiting for him to lift her by the thighs, which is exactly what he did.

He placed her on the kitchen counter, positioning himself between her legs while showering her neck with wet kisses that sent her stomach into a whirlwind within moments.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, he kissed along her jawline, trailing back down to her neck. He skillfully untied the string of her robe, revealing the all-black lingerie she wore beneath it.

He paused for a moment to take in the sight of her outfit for the evening. It made him lick his lips, his eyes filled with desire, fully aware of how stunning she looked—too stunning.

“Damn girl, you tryna kill me huh?”

She shook her head grinning at him, “not necessarily but, it is your birthday so consider this as your present.”

Milaya managed to get up off the counter and yanked Jimmy by the hem of his shorts pulling him towards the couch—making him sit down just watching her every move.

“Let me take care of you tonight honey.”

When she has him moaning and squirming underneath her tonch

“M-mama….f-fuck…baby…” Jimmy moaned.

She continued to stroke his remarkable size with her delicate hands, her thumb playfully sliding over the tip, causing him to roll his eyes in delight.

While showering his neck with gentle, moist kisses, her other hand softly wove through his curls.

“Mhm, keep callin’ for me.” Milaya cooed.

“Fuckk.” She gently ran her hand across his chest, moving down to his stomach before coming back to his chest, playfully pinching his nipples while softly nibbling on his ears and tenderly licking them.

He was filled with a deep desire to feel her skin against his, to draw her close and give in to the heat of passion. However, tonight felt different; he found himself longing for her to take charge, to embrace her strength and assert her dominance.

He could feel his legs tightening as her fingers held him firmly, gliding up and down, the soft light accentuating the glimmer of her touch.

Milaya watched him shiver and shake beneath her touch, a grin forming on her lips as she took pleasure in his submissive demeanor.

Her gentle strokes were both teasing and deliberate, perfectly designed to heighten his tension and desire.

She stayed close, her warm breath gently caressing his ear as she whispered sweet, possessive words. A touch of amusement tinged her voice. "Aren't you such a good boy, my love?" she cooed, giving him a slow, deliberate squeeze.

Her pace gradually increased, the gentle touch of her hand becoming more passionate and enchanting. Each gesture, every whispered word sent tingles coursing down his spine, obscuring his thoughts and making it harder to concentrate.

“Stroke it faster mama, please.” He moaned gazing into her eyes as she did the same with him.

As Milaya kept her steady pace, an enchanting energy surrounded her, and she moved her free hand from his mullet to encircle his neck, exerting a pressure that caught him off guard for a moment, triggering a thrill of excitement in his groin.

“Faster baby?” With a playful smile lighting up her face, she leaned her head to the side, excitedly anticipating his reply.

Jimmy was completely confused by her words, his thoughts racing. The way her fingers moved over him had already stripped away his composure, but now? Her seductive tone rendered him as silent as a fox in the dark.

She choked him harder, “you can speak birthday boy.” She murmured.

He managed to get out. “Yesss, mama. Fuckk.” 

“Such a good boy.” The praise was too much for him to handle as he rolled his eyes, his legs firmly pressed together while gripping the couch.

His moans grew louder with every second that passed, his body trembling beneath her touch. As she tightened her hold on his mullet, she playfully choked him, treating him like a willing partner, reflecting the way he often treated her, but with her own special twist.

As her hand glided over him in a rhythm that kept him teetering on the edge of bliss, never allowing him to completely give in, she loosened her grip on his throat and softly cradled his chin, guiding his eyes to meet hers.

Their lips connected in a fervent kiss, slow and deep, as she explored his mouth with her tongue, all the while tenderly caressing him.

The gentle warmth of her touch and the graceful manner in which she moved started to engulf him.

His body became rigid, and he felt his breath hitch in his throat as a familiar wave of dizziness enveloped him, a feeling she could also perceive. “You finna nut baby boy? I can feel it coming.” She softly whispered during the kiss while she quickly stroked him, gently brushing her thumb against his tip again.

“Ouuu, im finna cum princess. Daddy finna cum.” Jimmy groaned as he felt his body twitching, aching for that release.

“Cum for me daddy, gimmie that nut.” In a flash, the tension in his body broke apart like a fragile twig, and a deep groan escaped from his throat. He observed as his release flowed out in thick streams over her hand, cascading down as his sight briefly dimmed, overwhelmed by the intensity, making his legs give way beneath him.

His chest heaved up and down quickly while Milaya looked down at him with a playful smile, bestowing soft kisses to soothe his anxiety.

When he fucks her to the oblivion with handcuffs behind her back.

“D-daddy! Fuck!” 

Jimmy was hitting her hard while the fluffy handcuffs were secured behind her, delivering a smack to her left buttock that made her whimper.

He tugged at the handcuffs, thrusting deeply into her as she moaned his name passionately; it was a melody that delighted him.

“Take this fuckin’ dick ma, you ain’t the only one who can be dominant.” Jimmy rasped as he continued to beat her shit in.

She pressed her face into the pillow, overwhelmed by the muffled sounds of moans and whines surrounding her as he pounded away at her depths, gripping a handful of her hair to pull her closer to his warm body.

Milaya's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted as Jey held her throat firmly, bringing his lips to hers for a passionate and intense kiss.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the room, a sticky noise accompanying Jey as he pushed his hips deeper into her, showering her neck with soft, wet kisses.

“Hmm, you look so fuckin’ pretty in this lingerie mama. Pussy feels so good too.” Milaya was unable to grasp what he had just said, as her thoughts became clouded by the intense sensations he was giving her.

Receiving a smack on the ass made Milaya flinch from the sharp sting, "oe la'u pepe?” He effortlessly spoke the Samoan language that she adored, the words flowing smoothly from his lips.

“ioe tama o a'u a oe” Milaya mewled weakly.

He felt a sense of satisfaction as he listened to her speak his language. The way he filled her completely made her lose herself in the moment, and as she started to move in rhythm with him, it took him by surprise while he continued to thrust into her, perfectly syncing with her movements.

“That’s right, throw this pussy back onto me baby.” He demanded while throwing his head back.

“Keep it goin’ just like that baby, make daddy nut all in this pussy.” The manner in which he spoke to her, using his deep and resonant voice, intensified her arousal even further than it had been before.

Milaya was uncertain about how much more she could endure at that moment, her toes curling as a knot formed in her stomach, fully aware that she was about to lose control with this man.

She yearned to escape the handcuffs but found herself unable to do so as she kept pushing her hips back against him.

Jimmy gazed down at the flawless sight of his wife's backside, admiring how beautifully her arch aligned, biting the bottom of his lip.

He could feel that he was shattering her into two parts at that moment, as she was unable to escape due to her hands being bound by handcuffs..

“Dadddy, pleaseeee.” Milaya begged him as he slapped her ass.

“Please what princess? You finna milk daddy’s dick huh?” 

“Yes daddy, I’m finna cum. Can I cum daddy please?” He adored how she pleaded for him, wanting to experience pleasure with him completely.

Her legs began to tremble and feel weak as her entire body lay on the bed, but did he show any concern? No, he was indifferent. She could feel him twitching inside her, aware that he was about to climax.

With each thrust, his movements grew increasingly erratic, driving her wild. That’s when he positioned one leg up and the other down, eliciting loud moans of his name from her.

A satisfied grin spread across his face as he heard her scream his name in desperation. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the drool escaping her mouth and soaking into the pillow beneath them.

She pleaded with him to ease up, but he remained unyielding, focused solely on reaching his release. He gripped her throat tightly, plunging into her depths while holding her hips firmly.

He put his lips on her ear before whispering, “you lucky it’s my birthday today so I’ma let it slide this time.”  Jimmy whispered while gripping her throat a little bit more tightly.

He brought her to a state where her thoughts faded away, overwhelmed by the rising waves of pleasure with every thrust he delivered.

“I-it’s coming! Fuckk it’s coming daddy!” Milaya exclaimed loudly.

“Wet this dick up mama, make a mess on my dick do it.” Without hesitation she let out a loud moan escaping her lips as she held onto Jimmy’s neck for dear life feeling herself squirting all over him just making a mess.

Her essence began to flow down her legs as Jimmy kept thrusting deeply into her now sensitive interior, causing her to whimper, yet her body felt utterly defeated.

He seized her chin, pressing his lips against hers while pursuing his climax, allowing his tongue to roam throughout her mouth, sweat dripping down his face as he felt himself twitching inside her.

“I’m finna nut in this pussy baby, fuck I’m finna nut.” After a few more deep thrusts, he reached his climax. Jimmy filled her with his warm essence, reminiscent of a Twinkie, while a satisfying groan escaped his lips before he withdrew from her.

When he gives her aftercare with cuddles and booty rubs

“You always know how to make a man happy love.” Jimmy said.

She smiled at him before speaking, “of course baby, you know I’ll do anything for you when you take care of me so much.” Milaya replied as she kissed him on the lips.

Milaya rested her head on his chest, settling in as he draped the blankets over them. He started to gently rub circles on her back, his fingers eventually moving towards her backside.

He gave her a gentle squeeze, followed by a tender kiss on her forehead, which made her laugh softly at his affection.

“So we are getting a pregnancy test tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Yeah I guess so.” She said.

Jimmy chuckled at her, “damn I’m finna be a daddy.”

“Yeah sure is, gonna be a good one too.”

fin 

a/n: heyyy I’m back with another one shot 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINSSSS BIG 40 but I’ll be updating guarded and pressure soon so stay tune for that.

NO YEET ❤️

[darkandlight00]

Happy Birthday to one of the greatest tag teams of all time in the Usos!

☝🏼💙

I hope that today (and every day) is filled with blessings, happiness, love and all other good things. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMMY AND JEY!! 🎂

[darkandlight00]

MIDNIGHT SIN

summary: her father sold her off, he didn’t care about her anymore he just wanted the money. Sold her off to bloodsucking vampires that can just kill her within seconds due to how sweet she smelt. Jimmy warned her to stay away, to mind her business while living with them giving her the cold shoulder, but she couldn’t help herself but not to stay away.

warnings contain: explicit sexual content, bloodplay, possessive, supernatural themes. (Reader discretion is advised), dark romance, sold off.

If you’re not into biting, obsession, and being absolutely devoured by a cold-hearted vampire…then you should go ahead n skip this.

word count: 8.5k

SO MDNI

Jimmy Uso x Soleia

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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Kentucky, Louisiana - 10:30AM

Soleia stirred from her sleep and reached for her phone to check the time. Realizing she had about two hours to prepare for work, she made the decision to rise and go downstairs to grab a bite to eat before getting ready.

Soleia couldn't find Jimmy anywhere. Assuming he had returned to the bedroom he shared with Trinity, she couldn't shake off the thoughts of what transpired between them last night. It weighed heavily on her mind, particularly because he is aware of her self-harm with a lighter and can sense her thoughts unless she actively blocks him out.

The house fell quiet until she noticed the TV playing downstairs, assuming one of the guys had forgotten to switch it off before heading out to hunt—she dismissed it as she descended the stairs. As she made her way down, she spotted Jimmy in the living room, engrossed in the television. She chose to ignore him and didn’t try to block her thoughts, aware that Jimmy could hear them, which caused him to smirk as he turned his head to look at Soleia.

She was dressed in her pajama pants and a white tank top, her hair tousled and curly, which excited him. However, he kept his cool whenever she was near. He had watched her bend down to grab the milk from the fridge and then rise onto her tiptoes to reach for a round bowl for the cereal.

He could feel his fangs descending, drawn in by her intoxicating scent. It was overwhelming, and he found himself unable to resist the urge to bite her, to drain every drop of blood from her body as if he were a madman. Jimmy licked his lips, rising from the couch and moving toward her, but she remained oblivious to his presence and actions.

She sensed two strong arms encircling her waist, already aware of his scent lingering on her skin, yet she attempted to stay composed despite his unexpected gestures—when he brushed her curly hair aside from her neck, he started to plant soft, wet kisses along her neck. Soleia felt his hand gently gripping her throat as his lips moved up to her jawline and then back down to her neck, sending an electric thrill coursing down her spine.

The way he caressed her had a profound effect on her, especially when he kissed her neck to claim his territory, filling her with warmth and a sense of comfort. At that moment, he held her chin gently with his fingers, urging her to meet his gaze, his low, hooded eyes sparkling as he licked his lips.

Their eyes were fixed on each other, as if he were attempting to decipher her thoughts. He could sense what she was thinking, and the realization brought a smirk to his face as he tilted his head, gazing into her eyes.

He begins to say, “You so nasty mama.” She looked at him with confusion written all over her face to what he meant by that until she realized that he could read her thoughts.

She playfully nudged him aside as she poured the cereal into the bowl before adding the milk, feeling his firm body pressing against her, stirring up a mix of emotions within her.

“J-Jimmy, Knock it off now.” She said softly.

“You saying that now but yo’ mind is tellin me something else mama, what’s up that?” Jimmy responded as Soleia rolled her eyes at him.

She despised that he seemed to know her thoughts, particularly when it came to him. Ever since last night, her mind had been filled with all sorts of unclean and inappropriate thoughts about him. It felt as if she couldn't help but focus solely on him.

She poured the milk into the bowl, noticing the cereal sparkling in the light streaming through the window. After putting the cap back on the milk carton and setting it aside, she turned around to find him standing right in front of her.

Jimmy was watching her intently, which made her feel anxious. She averted her gaze, not wanting to meet his eyes. In an instant, she felt him lift her onto the counter, positioning himself between her legs, making her acutely aware of his arousal.

He ensnared her as his hands moved closer, narrowing the space between them while she attempted to enjoy her cereal in tranquility, yet her calm was interrupted by the presence of this handsome Samoan man before her.

“Look at me baby.” His voice was low and raspy when he spoke up, causing her to look at him.

When she did it felt like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. By the way he was looking at her their foreheads were touching each other making her place her bowl of cereal down  and wrapping her arms around his neck automatically which shocked her. “You pretty babygirl you know that?” Soleia nodded her head.

A stillness enveloped them as they gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment, observing each other's features and movements. Jimmy's hands slid beneath her, gently cupping both of her cheeks and drawing her closer to him, while she kept her arms wrapped around his neck, allowing him to take the lead.

Their faces were nearly touching at this moment, their lips and noses grazing against one another, making it difficult to breathe or stay close. All the desires he had for her in the kitchen at that moment were impossible to ignore.

He yearned to lift her legs onto his shoulders while he made love to her on the countertop, listening to her moan his name, a sound meant only for his ears. Yet, he kept his composure. Above all, he longed to taste her blood once more, just as he had before, but he held himself back from acting on that impulse.

At that moment, he pressed a soft, wet kiss against her neck, sending a thrilling jolt down her spine, which made her panties feel moist. He kept this up until she reached her limit, and it was then that he started to talk.

“I don’t think you should go to work today mama.” Jimmy whispered between her neck.

He trailed his kisses from her neck to her jawline and all the way back down to her neck making her close her eyes.

“And why is that? So you can have me to yourself?” Soleia responded, causing him to pull away from her neck.

He shook his head, “nah, I don’t want that fool to show up again at yo’ job feeding you lies ma.” 

The final memory she had was of Aaron telling her that she deserved better than what she was receiving and that he could offer her that—this was all she could recall before everything faded to darkness. It felt almost as if he was manipulating her mind to achieve his own desires.

“I feel like I’ll be fine Jimmy.” 

“I feel like you won’t, just call in sick.”

She playfully rolled her eyes at him, saying, "So what am I supposed to do all day? I’d prefer being at work rather than stuck at home." She had a valid point, and it frustrated him that she was often right about certain matters.

Jimmy had clicked his tongue before expressing his reluctance for her to go to work, fully aware that Aaron might appear and create trouble—attempting to persuade her that he was the superior option for her, not Jimmy.

He didn’t like that, not one bit.

“What time you get off tonight?” He asked.

“I get off around like nine why?” She replied.

“I’ma come pick you up tonight.” She immediately shook her head at the idea of him picking her up knowing that his girlfriend was going to be suspicious about whatever Soleia and him had going on at the moment.

He could sense her thoughts about not being fond of the idea of him wanting to pick her up for work, even though this was the only opportunity he had to spend time with her, given that he was with Trinity all day, constantly in his space.

He kissed her lips and she responded back to it, “lemme come get you mama, please? It’s for your safety.” Jimmy begged.  She had to think about it and he was right. It was for her safety if a blood sucking vampire like Aaron was going to show up and snatch her away why wouldn’t she want Jimmy to come pick her up.

She sighed deeply, “fine, this is the only time I will allow this, don't be late either.” Soleia said. “Now can I finish my cereal?” 

He laughed at her determination, which he thought was adorable, as he continued to kiss her lips, one after another, until it evolved into something indescribable for both of them—their tongues dancing together inside each other's mouths while he started to grind his hips against her covered area, eliciting soft moans from her in response to the sensation.

At this moment, she was indifferent to the cereal, aware that it was likely soggy by now; she had her legs spread for him as he kept pushing his hips forward, feeling her panties becoming increasingly wet than they had been before.

Jimmy had pulled away from the kiss pressing his forehead against hers looking into her cat like eyes watching her crumbling underneath his touch. 

“Fuck, you feel that shit? You feel how hard you be getting me baby?” His voice was low and dark, almost making her shiver as she nodded her head. “The way I wanna snatch this up off of you and fucked you right here is killing me mama.”

She remained silent, simply holding his face while her gentle lips pressed against his again. She maintained her embrace around his neck as he drew her nearer, his arousal pressing against her covered area, her legs still wrapped around him as he continued to grind against her.

He could sense her arousal through her clothing, which drove him wild as he whispered tender words into her ear, allowing him to take charge of the moment, embracing her submissive nature for him.

Realizing that the guys and Trinity wouldn't return until the afternoon from their hunting trip, he felt he had ample time—he paused his actions as he lifted Soleia by her thighs, guiding her towards the couch in the living room.

He gently set her down on the couch, observing her body sink into the cushions as he slid off his grey Nike shorts, leaving on his PSD briefs. Soleia's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of his impressive size. It was clear why his girlfriend was acting out; he was satisfying her, but Soleia sensed that Trinity might have missed her chance.

He took his cock out from the opening of his briefs, and Soleia noticed how attractive the tip looked—her thoughts were clouded as she tried to recall if she had seen this before, which caused him to chuckle slightly.

“Don’t pretend like you ain’t suck this dick before.” Jimmy said.

“I don’t recall doing that sir.” Soleia responded.

“Mhm, c’mere though. Come ride me, I need you.” Without a moment's pause, she took off her pajama pants, tossing them beside another couch as she climbed on top of him, feeling his erection pulsing against her.

She sensed his icy hands gliding over her warm skin effortlessly as she embraced his neck once more, beginning to sway her hips forward. The fabric of her panties brushed against him, eliciting a deep roll of his eyes back into his head.

With increased pressure on his lap, she heard him groan in reaction as he grasped her hips tightly, guiding her movements.

They exchanged tender kisses on the lips, maintaining eye contact as if they were destined to be together, but that was merely a figment of Takecia's dreams for a future that was unlikely to materialize between Soleia and Jimmy.

Her fragrance was akin to his addiction, something he craved, but only with her permission; he certainly didn't wish to plunge his fangs into her neck without her awareness.

“I need you so bad mama, you don’t understand.” He groaned.

She tilted her head to the side, looking at him with a naive expression as she continued to ride on his lap. “You need me? Are you just saying this or are you just playin’?” 

He shook his head, “I’m not playing baby, I need this and you.” Soleia wasn’t so sure if she could believe him when he’s with Trinity right now Soleia wasn’t that type of person just to ruin something.

However, witnessing how Trinity was treating him and the things she was doing behind his back was truly heartbreaking, especially knowing the depth of his love for her. Soleia understands that she could never take the place of that love he holds for Trinity, regardless of what is happening between her and him at this moment.

She thought that he was merely saying these things to make Trinity feel remorse for her actions of sneaking around with Aaron again, or at least that was her assumption. The kiss was slow and passionate, their tongues dancing for dominance as her fingers tangled in his curls, holding them tightly.

The excitement is unmistakable—his responses to her are always charged with energy. His enthusiasm and longing for her are tangible. She experienced a surge of joy from the power she held over him, swaying her hips in a smooth rhythm, rising up before sinking back down, and in return, she was greeted with a beautifully broken moan that slipped from his mouth.

Leaning closer, Soleia moves her hips against him, the edge of her panties grazing her clit, delivering just the right amount of pressure that sends ripples of pleasure down her spine. Soft moans and almost-whimpers escape her lips as she grinds against him, his arousal pressing against the fabric of his briefs.

“I’m not using you baby, I really need you.” He murmured between kisses.

She never imagined they would find themselves in this situation with one another, even though he had warned her just a couple of weeks ago to keep her distance and had threatened her if she didn't.—what changed?

“I don’t know if I believe that.” She murmured back.

A change takes place inside him the instant their hands make contact. He grips her hips, his fingers digging firmly into her skin with a strength that could create lasting marks as he raises Soleia and draws her down onto him.

Soleia feels her breath catch. Her thoughts spiral, inundated by the ecstasy. It blossoms within her bloodstream, rich and delightful, saturating her with a warm, lively energy.

Planting his feet firmly on the wooden floor or support, Jimmy lifts and thrusts his hips, pressing against her. This action mirrors their intimate moments, but since they are both still partially dressed, instead of the pleasurable sensation of his thick cock inside her, the outline of his arousal rubs against her, with the damp fabric of her underwear teasingly pressing against her clit.

He pressed his lips against her jawline, kissing it softly as she moaned his name, unaware of anyone who might overhear. In his presence, she felt as if she were under some kind of enchantment.

A surge of pleasure flows through her whole body, vivid and powerful. It fills her lungs, prompting a surprisingly high-pitched gasp to escape her lips. Then he does it again.

Everything is throbbing with intensity. A warm, steady pressure is accumulating deep within her lower abdomen, making her feel unsteady. She holds onto his sturdy forearms for stability.

He continues, thrusting into Soleia with such force that it could easily throw her off balance if his strong hands weren't holding her securely.

It moves gently inside her, sweet and slow, permeating her veins until a comforting heaviness accumulates around her thighs. This sensation is intense, pulling her further into its hold.

He could sense that she was about to break into two pieces within seconds, “cum fo’ me doll cum, I want that shit.” He cooed at her with his voice being thick and heavy.

She reached out for nothingness, only aware of the pressure and friction of Jimmy's solid form pressing against her through his briefs. The feeling of him made her mouth water, her tongue feeling heavy as memories of his fullness flooded her mind. All that filled her thoughts, emotions, and sight was Jimmy.

Her legs throb with ache, her throat feels tight with a burning sensation, and a wave of tension envelops her. Then, his soft voice murmurs in her ear, filled with words that she didn’t perceive as significant given his current circumstances.

“You can speak to me doll, you finna cum? I can feel her.”

“F-fuck…I’m finna cum daddy…I—“ She found it difficult to express her feelings and the desires she was harboring.

“Mhmm, that’s it mama cum for daddy. Fuck I’m finna nut baby.”

It's a lot to handle. She feels utterly helpless. There seem to be no options available. Not when he addresses her with such tenderness. Not while his hands are firmly gripping her thighs. Not while he continues to press against her, the solidness of his body closely aligned with hers.

In mere moments, she released a loud moan, burying her face into his neck as she was swept away by an intense climax, as if a wave had crashed over her while Jimmy held her tightly. It enveloped her completely, saturating every part of her being until nothing else mattered. Bright flashes of white flickered in the darkness, forming a galaxy of bliss behind her closed eyelids.

He swiftly created a mess on himself in his briefs, tilting his head back against the couch as a deep moan slipped from his lips. “F-fuckk.”

Her lungs feel as if they're ablaze, each inhalation coming in sharp gasps, and her sight is hazy. It's a bewildering sensation. Soleia fights to understand her environment, her thoughts swirling in confusion until they focus on Jimmy's eyes. The soothing warmth in his kind gaze pulls her back to the present.

They exchanged glances before looking down at the chaos he created on himself; seeing his thick white cum smeared across his stomach made her chuckle softly, before he buried his face in her neck and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Got my legs shaking and shit you fucking maldito idiota.” She scolded him, causing him to chuckle at her.

“My fault ma, but are you good though?” He asked.

She nodded as he leaned closer, gently kissing her full lips. This time, she pushed her thoughts away, not wanting him to sense her true feelings in that moment.

“Let’s go clean up aight? So you can go to work.” 

—

Jimmy was in the basement, following his usual workout routine as he typically does, but this time, something felt different. His mind kept drifting to Soleia, recalling how her body moved against his lap and the way she pulled him in for a kiss. It stirred something deep within him.

However, there was a complication: she had once again blocked her thoughts from him. He couldn't quite grasp why, but he chose to let it go. As he continued with his repetitions, he noticed his twin brother descending the steps, holding two cold bottles of water. Jey tossed one to Jimmy, who caught it effortlessly.

Jey settled on the bench, taking a sip of his water while he waited to tease his older brother about Soleia, fully aware of how much Jimmy disliked it. Once Jimmy finished his reps, he could feel his brother's anticipation, waiting for him to say something.

“What?” Jimmy questioned him.

“So you just gonna pretend that you ain’t thinking about lil mama?” Jey responded.

Jimmy rolled his eyes at his twin brother before getting up from the bench, “I’m not thinking about her.”

He heard Jey smack his lips giving him that look, “you are thinking about her twin, you don’t have to put up a face around me like you do with everyone else.”

Jimmy let out a gentle sigh as he ran his fingers through his curls; he felt he couldn't hide this from his twin brother, the one person he could confide in about such matters. However, he understands that once he shares this with Jey, his brother will likely spill the news to Zilla and Jacob afterward.

“Don’t run yo’ mouth about this.” He said.

“You know I’ma tell Zilla and Jacob about it man, but what’s going on?” 

Jimmy rubs his head thoughtfully before saying, "Damn, I can't stop thinking about her twin. There's just something about her that draws me back, even when I try to distance myself, especially after this morning. I really want to know if she's alright, but it seems like she's shutting herself off again."

Jey had raised an eyebrow at him, “what yall do this morning?”

Jimmy gave his brother that one look knowing damn well what he was talking about which Jey didn’t understand at first until it clicked on as he rolled his eyes chuckling.

“First of all, yall is nasty and secondly why don’t you just be with her?” Jey said.

“Do you not understand the danger I can put our family in if I’m with her officially?” Jimmy responded.

He saw his twin brother nodding his head, “I understand that but you don’t wanna keep doing this to her, she already feels like you’re using her just to get back at Trin.”

Jimmy was taking aback for a second. How did Jey know how she was feeling right now? When her mind is blocked off.

“She trusts me with her thoughts more than you if you’re wondering.”

“I don’t want her to feel like that, but I also don’t want to put our family into danger too.”

“Well then you need to fix it and accept the danger that comes with it because if I’m being honest with you twin.”

Jey took a slight pause before speaking again, “she burned herself again before heading to work. She’s going through it right now especially since she knows about the whole situation with her father selling her to us and you showing all of this type of affection towards her makes her feel like she’s not enough.”

Hearing what his twin brother said broke his heart into countless pieces. She had promised him that she wouldn’t repeat her mistakes, yet she ended up breaking that promise. However, it was all due to him being so infatuated with Trinity that he failed to see he was causing Soleia pain in the process.

“Fuck, she promised me she wouldn’t do it again.” He mumbled underneath his breath.

“Well you need to fix it and talk to her.” He saw his brother coming up towards him placing his hand on his shoulder.

He understood that his brother was correct, but how could he approach her when Trinity was right in front of him, acting as if everything was normal in front of the family? Would they even be able to accept the situation he was currently in with Soleia?

Would they threaten him to turn Soleia into a vampire? Would they shame him? Or be disappointed?

All those negative thoughts were runnin’ through his mind when thinking about Soleia which Jey was soon to catch on.

“Mama and Pops like Lil mama twin, you don’t need to be stressed out. If anything you need to be worried about Leia.” Jey said.

“What about?” Jey had cut him off, “accept the danger that comes with it you know we gonna stand behind you regardless uce, that’s what family is for.”

Jey was right once again, causing Jimmy to rub his face while sighing deeply.

“A’ight, I’ll talk to her tonight. That’s the only time I get to see her.”

“Just do it when everyone is around, I’ll make sure Trin don’t know.” 

They both dabbed up each other pulling into a hug once they pulled away from each other.

“Don’t worry twin we gotchu.” Jey said.

—

It was nine o'clock when Soleia glanced at her phone, hoping that Jimmy would arrive to pick her up as promised. She started to gather her belongings while her co-workers waved goodbye as they exited the office. Meanwhile, Soleia was careful to ensure that she didn’t leave behind anything important before clocking out.

As she was doing this, she sensed an unwelcome presence approaching the front. When she turned around, she saw him—Aaron—standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

A wave of fear washed over her as their eyes met.

Aaron began to speak, “Hey Babygirl.” He said.

“H-hey…what are you doing here?” Soleia asked.

“Just came to see if you needed a ride home.” 

She shook her head knowing that Jimmy was going to be here in a bit hopefully as she gave Aaron a slight smile on her face.

“No, I’m okay. I have someone coming to get me.” She said as she had seen a slight smirk on his face.

“Who? Jimmy? Ion think he’s gonna come get you baby.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, “why is that?”

In the blink of an eye, Aaron appeared right in front of her, catching her off guard with his height, which made her feel even smaller than she already was. She found herself looking up at him with her feline-like eyes.

He gently cradled her chin, his thumb softly rubbing against her cheek, ensuring that her gaze remained fixed on his.

“Because he’s too busy with Trinity and is gonna forget about you so you should let me take you home.”

Aaron was engaging in psychological manipulation, attempting to plant false ideas in her mind, all to ensnare her in his trap and bring her back to his mansion for his own gain.

As he leaned in closer, she could feel his breath against her ear as he whispered enticing words in a language she couldn’t comprehend, stirring emotions within her as she gazed into his striking blue eyes.

However, they didn’t compare to Jimmy’s. Looking into Aaron’s eyes left her feeling indifferent, but with Jimmy, she would follow any command he gave her.

Before she had the chance to speak, she noticed someone clearing their throat. Turning her head, she saw Jimmy standing there with his hands in his pockets, his curls falling down and his jaw tightly clenched.

His fanged grills and chain glimmered in the store's light as he and Aaron engaged in a tense stare-off with one another.

He looked beautiful 

“I texted you, but I didn’t get a response back mama.” Jimmy said.

She checked her phone to see that he indeed sent a message to her but got caught up with Aaron’s bullshit.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up. Lemme grab my purse.” With that she went towards the back to grab her purse only to leave him and Aaron alone with each other.

“What’chu tellin’ her this time?”

“Just tellin’ her the truth that’s all, you know you still attached to Trin Jon.” 

Jimmy rolled his eyes, “and if I’m not?”

“I know you’re still attracted to Trin, and that you’re just using this poor girl.”

Did he really feel like he was using her? He didn’t want Soleia to feel like that. He was just scared. Scared of the danger.

Before he had the chance to speak, he noticed Soleia emerging from the back with her purse in hand. She walked by Aaron, heading in Jimmy's direction, ensuring she clocked out before departing. As she stood beside Jimmy, he promptly placed his cold hand on her waist.

He held her close while she glanced at him and then at Aaron, sensing the tension that lingered between the two of them.

“Imma see you around babygirl.” Aaron said.

“She won’t, c’mon let’s go.” With that Her and Jimmy had walked off and headed straight towards the Jetta that Jimmy had.

He held the door open for her, allowing her to enter first as she set her purse down in front of her, gazing wistfully while waiting for Jimmy to take his place in the driver's seat. When he finally did, he closed the door beside him without uttering a word to her.

She felt the urge to speak to him; she truly did, but the words just wouldn't come as Jimmy reversed out of the parking lot and drove directly to their home.

—

The entire family was gathered in the living room, enjoying some quality time while watching a movie together. Jimmy hadn’t seen Soleia since he picked her up from work, and he attempted to reach out to her thoughts, but she had once again blocked him off.

He felt Trinity shift against him, prompting a sigh as he glanced at his brother Jey, seeking help because he desperately needed to check in on Soleia to ensure she was okay.

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s just chillin’ alone in her room.”

“I need to go speak to her, can you tell her?”

“Lemme see what I can do twin.”

As Jimmy watched the movie on the large screen in the living room, he couldn't help but notice Trinity softly snoring beside him.

Jimmy longed to connect with Soleia and be by her side rather than with Trinity, but he hesitated to interrupt Trinity's rest, so he remained in his spot until Jey signaled him.

At the same time, Soleia was browsing her social media on her phone when she sensed someone attempting to reach out to her mentally—initially thinking it was Jimmy, she soon recognized that it was actually Jey trying to communicate with her.

“Hey, lil mama you good?”

“Yeah, I’m okay Jey. What’s up?” She replied.

“My brother, look, he wants to talk to you, Leia. If you let him.”

She wasn’t mad at him, just confused about all of this and what they were doing behind closed doors. If any of this means anything to him. 

She sighed, “he can talk to me, I’m not mad at him. Just..”

“Confused, I know just hear him out.”

“A’ight then Jey.”

Soleia chose to remain patient as she awaited Jimmy's arrival upstairs to her room, returning to her phone scrolling—her mind was still occupied with Aaron's earlier words.

Was Jimmy using her just to forget about what Trinity was doing behind his back? Or was there something else there that he just didn’t want to tell?

As she scrolled through her social media, chuckling at various random videos, she heard a few light knocks at the door. Knowing it was Jimmy, she got up from her bed and walked over to the door.

When she opened it, there he was in person, his hair styled in a messy bun, dressed in his Nike shorts, and sporting a Cuban link chain around his neck.

Damn he looked so perfect.

She stood there with an air of innocence as she welcomed him into the room, gently shutting the door behind him while the atmosphere grew heavier around them. She quietly took in his appearance, from his head to his toes, noticing how his tribal tattoos stirred feelings within her that she couldn't quite articulate.

Her mind raced with all the ways he could completely change her world in mere moments. The way he caressed her, the softness of his kisses, evoked emotions she found hard to comprehend.

Soleia was abruptly pulled from her reverie when she heard his deep voice addressing her.

“Hm?” She hummed softly.

“I said c’mere mama, so we can talk.” He replied as she nodded her head.

She made her way to the bed and lay down, while he followed suit, maintaining a respectful distance to ensure she felt at ease with his presence.

How badly he wanted to be in her scent right now was killing him.

“Why did you break your promise to me, Leia?” Her eyes went wide when she heard the question.

‘Damn it.’ All she could focus on was the fact that she couldn't even meet his gaze, fully aware of his distress.

She realized that informing Jey would have triggered a chain reaction, as now Jimmy was worried when he really shouldn't be concerned for her at all. After all, she is just a person whom they could easily drain the life out of if they chose to.

She begins to say, “I—“ nothing came out, just silence. How was she gonna explain to him that she was hurting?

“I told you to never touch that lighter again…”

“I know…” 

“Then why didn’t you listen?”

Soleia had her reasons for breaking her promise; she was in pain, deeply hurt to the extent that she could no longer trust anyone, especially after what her father had done to her.

She rose from the bed and stood by the window, nervously biting her nails to manage her emotions. She didn’t want to cry in front of him; she didn’t want him to see just how much she was suffering.

Mentally, she was struggling, forcing a smile in front of everyone, including Jimmy. She was aware that neither he nor his family truly cared for her; she was merely a pawn her father had sold off for a quick gambling profit.

What affects her more deeply is the fact that she is with a man who is already committed to someone else, yet Trinity is mistreating him, leaving her uncertain about whether she can trust him.

Soleia heard the bed creak, indicating that he had risen from her bed and was approaching her. She didn’t turn her head or her body; she simply stood there in silence, fighting back tears that were desperate to stream down her cheeks.

“Mama.” She heard him say. “Talk to me, tell why u did it.”

She felt his icy hand graze her warm skin, causing her to shiver as she summoned the courage to turn and face him, only to lower her head in the process.

He gently cradled her chin, urging her to look up at him, and when she did—everything fell apart. Her eyes started to glisten and blur as she bit her lips in an effort to hold back her emotions. Jimmy quickly wiped away her tears before they could even fall, pulling her closer into a comforting embrace.

Her warm tears soaked his shirt as he listened to her sobs and hiccups—how could she feel so exposed and vulnerable for a man who despises her?

Jimmy softly whispered comforting words in her ear to soothe her, but as he listened to her thoughts in his mind, it broke his heart just a little to hear what she was truly thinking about.

Is he truly using her?

Listening to her genuine emotions, she expressed feeling inadequate and like a burden to his family simply for being human, as well as feeling as though she was being taken advantage of by him.

“I-I’m sorry…I-I didn’t mean to break it…I was hurting…” Soleia murmured underneath his chest.

“I’m hurting really bad Jimmy, you don’t understand.” 

Jimmy listened to her carefully, listening to every word that came out of her mouth. 

“How can I understand what’s going on if you keep blocking me out baby?” Jimmy replied.

She chuckled, “I know you don’t want me. I know your family doesn’t want me around. Just look at me.” 

He did indeed; he gazed at her with those puppy-like brown eyes peeking out from his hoodie, admiring her beauty from head to toe. She was stunning, with an innocent face that continually captivated him, and her scent was something he found himself utterly addicted to.

His hands gently cradled her cheeks, his thumbs softly brushing against her skin as he noticed her red, puffy eyes from crying.

“That’s not true doll, my people love you. It’s just Trinity who doesn’t want you around.” He said.

The air thickened around them and everything started to feel warm and fuzzy. “But I’m just a human girl, your dinner.”

“We would never do that to you unless something bad happens Ma.”

His reassurance was out of this world; it was like he knew all the right things to say and for her to hear it did numbers on her heart.

“But still…you don’t want me…you have her…” Soleia said softly.

He chuckled softly at her, “and I told you I’ve been wanting you since you came into this house baby.” Jimmy responded as he brought his face closer to hers.

The gentle brushing of their noses and the almost touching of their lips took her breath away, being so close to a man like Jimmy.

“I just can’t have you the way I want.” He pressed a soft kiss on her lips catching her off guard for a second.

She kissed him back automatically wrapping her hands around his neck giving him a few pecks on the lips before speaking. 

“Why?” 

“I don’t want anything happening to you nor my family. You don’t understand how dangerous this could be if I’m with you.”

“You’re ashamed of me?”

Her words resonated deeply with him. He felt no shame towards her; rather, he was simply fearful of what might happen and the potential consequences that could arise from it.

Jimmy begins to say, “No, I’m not mama.”  

“Then what is it Jimmy? I don’t wanna be your little rebound just to go back to her.” She unwrapped her arms around his neck backing up just to maintain her distance.

“I don’t want to go back to her, she’s not you Leia. I swear she isn't. I don't want you to feel like that. Fuck…I’m just—“ 

He paused for a moment, running his fingers through his curls as he recalled the conversation he had with Jey earlier today in the Gym. Once more, he gazed into her eyes, noticing the sadness she has been bearing.

“You’re ashamed of me, just say it. Say how I’m not enough for you. Say how badly you want to kill me, Jonathan say it!” Soleia barked.

She pushed and shoved him, tears streaming down her face while Jimmy stood there, allowing her to express everything she had been bottling up.

“I-I didn’t ask for this…I didn’t ask to come here…” she continued on.

And as she grew weary of shoving and pushing him, she rested her head against his chest, feeling his fingers weave through her curls—she had no desire to look up at him; she simply wanted to remain there, nestled against his chest.

“I know you didn’t baby, I know. Look at me ma.” When she did she could see those beautiful brown eyes of his staring down into her brown ones as well.

Her beauty was breathtaking  Made his heart skipped a beat

He wiped the remaining tears off of her cheeks placing a soft kiss on her lips before pulling away.

“I’m not ashamed of you doll, I’m just scared of the outcome of me being with you. You don’t understand the danger it can put you through.” Jimmy said.

She sniffled her nose a bit, shaking her head, “what if I don’t care about that and just want you here with me?”

“It ain’t that simple.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

They both remained quiet, listening to the sounds of his family downstairs, laughing and enjoying the movie that was playing. Soleia wrapped her arms around his neck once more, while his cold hands rested on her warm skin.

“You’re asking for too much princess.”

“And you aren’t asking enough…Jimmy. Everything you do to me just makes me want you even more than I should.”

Her fingers feeling in his curls before continuing on, “the way you touch me, kiss me, eat me out like a full course meal, you being dominant. Set it off for me.”

He felt the tension building within him as he listened to her confession, struggling to maintain control and resist the urge to lose himself in her completely in her bed. His hands slid down to cup her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to him.

As he gazed down at her, he bit his lower lip, feeling his arousal intensify just from being near her. “Keep talkin ma.”

Jimmy nestled his face against her neck, planting soft kisses as she went on and on about her recent thoughts, particularly those concerning him. He was fully aware of the unflattering things she had in mind, yet they only drew him in more than he cared to admit.

He was meant to despise her, but that was only when he was under Trinity’s influence. Now, he felt liberated, in charge of his emotions. His lips glided up to Soleia’s jawline, kissing it tenderly before returning to her neck.

“J-Jimmy…” she moaned softly.

“Wassup Baby? Keep talkin to daddy mama.” He murmured between her neck.

His kisses traveled from her neck down to her chest as he tugged at her shirt, urging her to remove it. She complied, pulling it over her head and leaving herself exposed. Jimmy then took her hand and guided it beneath his sweats, allowing her to feel just how much he desired her.

“Feel that mama? This is all you baby.”

“All for me?”

“All for you.”

That's when she began to stroke his cock up and down through his sweats, eliciting soft moans in her ear as her thumb grazed his sensitive tip. He sensed his fang grills starting to emerge but was able to hold back while she continued to pleasure him.

He playfully slapped her on the ass a few times before giving it a firm squeeze, causing her panties to become damp.

“Keep stroking my dick baby, just like that ma. Fuck…” Jimmy groaned.

She kept stroking his cock in a slow and steady manner staring into his eyes innocently.

“Like this daddy?” Soleia said.

“Just like that baby…c’mere..” he pressed his lips against hers as they passionately made out with each other.

The kiss was languid and profound, their tongues entwined in a dance of dominance, as he slipped his hand into her pants—gently pushing her panties aside to explore her wet folds, catching her by surprise.

She found it hard to keep pace with the kiss until he secured her throat with his free hand, drawing her nearer as they continued their passionate embrace.

Following his lead, she tenderly caressed him, relishing the way he yielded to her every touch.

She softly stroked his sensitive tip with her thumb, leaving a slick residue in its wake. As she continued, she felt his hand pulling at her waist, bringing her closer so he could whisper sweet nothings into her ear while she delighted in pleasuring him.

They momentarily broke the kiss to catch their breath, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Soleia placed gentle, moist kisses on his neck, feeling his muscles tense as his hands roamed her curves in slow, circular motions before playfully smacking her.

As he explored every inch of her body, she felt a wave of nervousness, which he quickly picked up on the moment he touched her breast, swirling his tongue around her nipples, making her throw her head back in sheer pleasure.

What was it?

“Fuck mama, faster baby.” He moaned softly.

She quickened her pace, caressing him while leaving marks on his neck and chest. “Very submissive aren’t you?” She whispered in his ear.

He had a smirk appear on his lips when she said it, “you saying that now like I won’t be beating this pussy up in a few seconds.”

Her pace gradually quickened, the soft caress of her hand becoming increasingly passionate and captivating. Each movement, every softly spoken word sent shivers through him, clouding his thoughts and making it harder to focus.

Before she could completely overwhelm him, a deep, primal groan escaped his lips as he pulled her hand away from his sweats, lifting her effortlessly as if she were weightless—he carried Soleia towards her bed, pinning her down in the process.

There he stood between her legs, yanking off his shirt along with his sweats and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch cock standing proudly. She admired his physique, and the tribal tattoos adorning his arms only enhanced his allure.

He moved in closer to gently kiss her lips, then continued with tender kisses down to her stomach, causing her to squirm beneath him as she felt his throbbing cock pressing against her pants.

Jimmy tugged at her pants, eager to remove them, while he glanced up at her, seeking her consent to proceed.

“Can I take this off baby?” Jimmy whispered against her skin.

She nodded in agreement, allowing him to remove his pants, leaving her in nothing but her lace underwear, which was currently damp with her arousal—and that excited him immensely.

He gently moved her panties aside, revealing her white, sticky sheen sparkling in the light. “Look at that mama, you're soaking wet for me babygirl.” Jimmy tapped his dick against her wet folds which almost scared her because she never expected them to go this far.

Could that thing even fit her?

All she could focus on was his long, hard cock, which was dripping pre-cum from its beautiful mushroom tip.

He rubbed his dick against her wet folds, drawing her closer to the edge of the bed while pushing her legs back towards her hips. As he gazed up at her and noticed the fear in her eyes, he pressed his soft lips against hers to calm her nerves.

“It’ll fit mama, I’ma make it fit perfectly.” 

“Please be gentle…with me…”

“I promise baby.” 

With that, he gradually pushed himself deep inside her, causing her legs to tremble and both of them to groan in pleasure. He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, and began to move his hips in a slow, deep rhythm.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she softly moaned his name in his ear, just for him to hear. Jimmy kissed her neck before sucking on it, marking his territory while he continued to thrust deeply inside her, allowing her to feel every single inch he was giving her.

“Tell me you love me Leia.” Jimmy whispered. “Tell me that you belong to me.”

She found herself at a loss for words, her thoughts muddled and obscured by the pleasure he was providing. She was unable to articulate even a single word or sentence. Jimmy's hand slipped beneath her cheeks, cradling them as he quickened his rhythm slightly, yet still maintained those slow, steady strokes.

“O-oh….M-my…J-Jimmy….” Soleia moaned.

He had her toes curling at this point making her feel like she was going insane right now.

“Mhmm, talk to me mama. Tell me how good this dick is.”

“F-fuckk, it’s so good daddy. It’s so good.”

All they could hear was the sound of their skin meeting as she felt him deeply embedded within her, perfectly. Jimmy leaned in closer, bringing their faces near, and gently kissed her lips while gazing into her eyes.

“You love me?”

She nodded her head.

“Say it, say that you love me.”

Deep down, she was aware that she loved him, yet she hesitated to acknowledge that she was falling for him, regardless of his ongoing relationship with Trinity. It troubled her to think that she might just be a rebound for him, especially since he always seemed to return to her, or at least that was her perception.

She realized that once she permitted him to touch her and savor her as if she were his last meal of the day, she would inevitably become addicted to him—like he truly desired her with intensity.

“Promise me that you won’t touch that lighter again.” He said.

“I can’t p-promise you that….” She responded.

“Then tell me you love me…I know you love me…”

His movements began to slow down causing her to whine as she begged him not to stop.

“D-daddy please…don’t stop…”

“I’ma ask you again…you love me?”

“Yes, yes. I love you. I fucking love you.” 

All it took was for him to quicken his pace, making her arch her back just right for him as he gripped her hips and thrust deeply, prompting her to moan his name loudly.

His member struck her g-spot repeatedly until she could no longer handle it, her nails clawing into his back as she pleaded for him to continue, completely unaware of how much she craved it.

She lost her virginity to this man.

Until she heard him say those words.

“I love you too.”

But did he mean those words? Did he actually love her? If he did he would’ve been with her right?

When he confessed his love for her, she impulsively pressed her lips against his, driven by a deep vulnerability, yearning for his words to be genuine and not just empty promises from his mouth.

Hoping that she could open her heart up to him. But he was scared of the danger and consequences that would come if he let this happen. Would he make that call to take that risk?

MIDNIGHT SIN

a/n: hiiii guys im back with another updateee, and also NAOMI IS PREGNANTTTTTT. JIMMY WAS INNITTTTT Lemme stop playing fr fr. I am very happy for them. They have been wanting this for a while now and I'm glad it’s happening so I pray that she has a healthy pregnancy WE LOVE YOU NAOMI. 💗

NO YEET ❤️

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Happy birthday to my favorite set of twins , man!

No matter what they’ll always be one of my favorite tag teams. 🥹

I hope they have the best day (weekend) as possible, and turn tf up. but not too much 😒

My babies are 40, and one is having a baby 🥹. Time flies.

Happy birthday Jey and Jimmy 🍾🥳🥳🎈

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Extra Credit

🤍 Summary: Professor Rhodes has rules. Y/N loves to break them.

🤍 Pairings: Professor!Cody Rhodes x Bratty!Fem Reader

🤍 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Language, Smut, Unprotected S*x, Brat Taming, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Pet Names, Rough S*x, Multiple Orgasms, Choking (just a little), Teacher/Student (age appropriate)

🤍 Word Count: 6.0k

🤍 Notes: After tonight, I think we all could use this!

Professor Rhodes was insufferably smug.

That was the first thing Y/N thought as she lounged in her chair, twirling her pen between her fingers, watching the way he carried himself into the classroom. Confident. Charismatic. Too damn good-looking for a professor, if she's being honest.

The air in the room shifted the second he stepped through the door. He wasn't just asking for attention. He was demanding it. A tailored gray overcoat hung over his broad shoulders, draped perfectly over the crisp lines of his fitted vest and dress shirt. The fabric clung to him in all the right places, his tie neatly knotted, the hint of a pocket watch chain peeking out from his pocket.

Her pen stilled between her fingers as she watched him shrug off the coat, muscles flexing beneath the fabric. He was slow about it, too, as if he knew exactly what kind of reaction he'd get. The coat slipped from his arms, and he folded it over the podium, revealing more of his pristine, put-together perfection. He then reached up and unfastened the top button of his shirt, the crisp fabric parting just enough to show off more of his stupid neck tattoo.

Y/N shifted in her seat. His usual smugness was dialed up to unbearable levels today, and she hated that it was working.

But he didn't look at her. Not once.

Not when she tilted her head, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Not when she crossed her legs, letting the hem of her skirt ride up just enough to test the limits of the university's dress code. Not even when she leaned forward, elbows on the desk, making it abundantly clear that she was silently begging for his attention.

But the tension was there. She could feel it. See it, even. The way his grip on the podium tightened just slightly. The way his jaw ticked when he turned to write on the board.

Still, he refused to acknowledge her.

Fine. Two could play at that game.

Mr. Rhodes leaned back against his desk, strong arms crossing over his broad chest. His blue eyes were sharp as glass. He gestured toward the whiteboard where he'd scribbled some overanalyzed thesis about power and control.

"Some scholars argue," he continued, "that true authority is built on respect, not fear. That leaders who rely on intimidation inevitably fall."

Y/N tilted her head, dragging the end of her pen across her bottom lip before tapping it lightly against her chin.

"Fear works just fine if you know how to yield it," she mused, letting the words stretch lazily.

A murmur rippled through the room, students shifting in their seats at the disruption.

Mr. Rhodes' gaze snapped to hers. "I suppose that depends," he said smoothly. "Are we talking about leadership… or manipulation?"

Y/N smirked, completely unfazed. "Aren't they sometimes the same thing?"

His exhale was slow, his lips pressing together like he resisted the urge to argue. Or something else.

"Not if the leader has integrity," he countered, his tone calm but his eyes burning through her.

Y/N rested her chin on her palm, fingers tracing absent circles against her cheek. "Integrity's overrated."

Soft laughter scattered through the class, but the rest of the students were just watching the two of them now, waiting for the inevitable back-and-forth that had become routine.

Mr. Rhodes pushed off the desk, his movements fluid as he strode toward her, the heavy click of his expensive leather shoes against the floor amplifying the thick tension in the room.

"So," he said, stopping at her desk and looking down at her like he was testing her. "You're saying fear is your preferred method of control?"

Y/N met his stare without hesitation, her pulse steady despite how the air between them crackled. "I'm saying that if you know how to use power the right way, you don't need to ask for respect."

Something flickered behind his eyes. His lips curled slightly like he wanted to smile but wouldn't dare give her the satisfaction.

"I think you enjoy being defiant just for the sake of it," he said, his voice low and silky as if this part of the conversation wasn't meant for the rest of the class. "Rebelling without cause. Pushing boundaries because you like to see what you can get away with."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat for half a second, just long enough for him to notice. The students didn't pick up on it. They didn't hear the weight in his words.

But she did.

She saw it in how his fingers flexed subtly against the wood of her desk, and his gaze flickered down the length of her legs for just a second before snapping back up. A fleeting hesitation, a half-second acknowledgment, barely there but impossible to miss.

She shifted slightly, just enough to make him notice her thighs pressing together. His lips parted, the slightest breath slipping between them before he caught himself. The tension coiled between them, unspoken but undeniable, simmering beneath every lingering second of silence. But before either of them could push it further, the bell rang.

Students rustled around them, gathering their things and chattering as if they hadn't just sat through something just shy of inappropriate. They were oblivious to the war waged in those loaded glances and sharp words.

Y/N yawned and stretched, arching her back just enough to make sure he noticed the exposed sliver of skin between her top and skirt. The way the soft dip of her waist caught the light. She didn't have to look to know he saw it. She didn't have to glance up to feel the weight of his stare.

And then, just as she was about to slip away, his voice cut through the room.

"Miss Y/N," Mr. Rhodes called, his tone mockingly authoritative. "Stay behind."

The command in his voice was impossible to ignore. A few students glanced back curiously as they filed out, but no one questioned it.

Y/N turned slowly, lips curling into a playful smirk. She tilted her head, eyes teasing as they met his.

"Yes, Professor?"

Mr. Rhodes perched on the edge of his desk, watching as the last student exited the room. When the door clicked shut, his entire demeanor changed.

The shift was subtle but unmistakable. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his fingers drummed against his arm before stilling, and his blue eyes narrowed as they roamed over her with nothing left to hide behind. This was no longer Mr. Rhodes standing in front of her. This was Cody.

"I gotta say," he said, dragging his thumb along his lower lip, "you're getting bolder."

Y/N stepped forward, tilting her head just enough to feign curiosity. "And?"

A quiet laugh left him, low and almost amused. He shook his head, his jaw tightening slightly before he answered. "And you're testing my patience."

Y/N's lips curled, eyes gleaming. "Am I? Wow, flattered."

He stood, closing the distance between them in two slow, deliberate steps. His movements were measured and controlled except for how his fingers flexed briefly at his sides like he was considering something.

He was close enough that she could catch the faint trace of his cologne, something expensive, no doubt. Close enough that when he spoke, his voice dropped even lower.

"You know what I think?" he mused, his hand trailing across the edge of the desk behind her. His fingers barely skimmed her hip as he passed, the whisper of contact so subtle it shouldn't have been enough to steal her breath, but it was.

Y/N swallowed, suddenly acutely aware of how dry her throat had become. "What do you think, Professor?" she asked, her tone airy and playful despite how her pulse hammered against her ribs.

His eyes flickered downward, tracing the shape of her lips, lingering just a second too long before snapping back up.

"I think," he said smoothly like he was sharing some well-kept secret, "that you're not as tough as you pretend to be."

Y/N scoffed, feigning indifference though the hitch in her breath when his hand settled on the desk she was leaning against betrayed her. The move was subtle but purposeful, his body bracketing hers in place.

"Oh?" she challenged, lifting her chin slightly. "And why's that?"

Cody smirked, slow and knowing, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost over her cheek. His voice dipped to something lethal, sending molten heat curling low in her stomach.

"Because if I touched you the way I know you want me to," he rasped, his knuckles brushing against her thigh in a way that made her stomach flip, "you wouldn't have a single, smart thing to say."

Y/N felt the heat rush through her, a slow-burning fire that settled in the pit of her stomach, her skin prickling under the weight of his words. She held his gaze, her pride demanding that she not be the one to look away first.

Cody still had her caged in, his palm flat against the desk behind her. His other hand was just barely grazing the hem of her skirt. A ghost of a touch, nothing more. His breath was warm against her cheek, steady despite the barely restrained tension radiating off him.

Y/N's heart pounded, but she didn't move. Because she didn’t just like it, she fucking loved it. Loved the way his voice dropped to something dangerous whenever he spoke to her like this. Loved the way his gaze pinned her in place. And she really loved that he was finally breaking.

"I should make you leave," Cody muttered, though his stance didn't shift.

Y/N smirked. "But you won't."

His fingers flexed against the desk before curling into a fist, his restraint clearly fraying at the edges. "You're a fucking pain in the ass," he muttered, though there was no real bite behind the words.

Y/N's lips curled, her voice laced with mock innocence. "Me? What did I do?"

Cody let out a slow breath, exhaling through his nose, his patience hanging by a thread. His lips quirked, but it wasn't quite a smile.

"Oh, you wanna play that game?" he said, his voice a challenge woven between the syllables. "Fine," he bit out. "Let's play."

A sharp gasp tore from her throat as Cody pulled her toward him and spun her around, the edge of his desk pressing firmly against her hips. Her hands braced against the wood. Cody was already crowding her in from behind, his voice a low, delicious rasp against her ear.

"You want my attention?" he said. "Congratulations. You have it."

His hands gripped her hips, her stomach flipping at the heat of his body closing against her.

"This what you wanted?" Cody teased, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, grazing the bare skin at the back of her thigh.

Y/N refused to answer. That was her first mistake.

Cody’s his palm landed against her ass with a sharp slap. Y/N let out a yelp. He hummed in satisfaction, his fingers smoothing slow, lazy circles over the spot where he'd just left his mark.

"That's one," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "Wanna try again?"

Y/N's throat went dry. Because Cody wasn't just teasing her anymore. No, this was punishment. She should've been embarrassed by how much that thought made her throb. Instead, she arched her back, pressing back into him as if asking for more.

Cody exhaled sharply through his nose. "Goddamn brat," he muttered, almost to himself, his fingers digging into her waist. His other hand slid up her spine before curling firmly around the nape of her neck and holding her down against the hard surface. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?" he muttered.

Y/N grinned against the desk. "Good," she replied, the single word dripping with satisfaction.

Cody let out a low, exasperated laugh. His free hand slipped beneath her skirt, skimming right under the edge of her panties. As soon as his fingers slid deeper, dipping into the wetness pooling there, he stilled. A quiet, dangerous hum vibrated in his throat.

"Oh, you little shit," he said. "You like pissing me off, don't you?"

Y/N's cheeks burned, heat rushing down her spine, but she didn't answer. She didn't have to. Because Cody already knew. He felt the proof of it in the way she tensed and sucked in a shaky breath despite trying to keep her composure. His touch turned slow, teasing, just barely there. Giving her just enough to make her ache. But never enough to satisfy. Not yet.

"You act like such a mouthy little brat," he muttered, continuing to press torturous strokes between her legs. Y/N's nails dug into the desk as the pads of his fingers circled over her aching bundle of nerves.

Cody smirked. "Not so bold now, huh?" He leaned in, his voice dangerously soft. "You gonna behave, sweetheart?"

Y/N shuddered, her legs threatening to buckle. She turned her head, barely glancing at him over her shoulder. "Make me."

Cody froze. He pulled away suddenly, tearing her panties down her legs, his fingers tightening on her hips as he pinned her down.

"Oh, you don't want that, baby," he warned.

Y/N shivered in response. Yes. Yes, she did.

"You really wanna test me?" he muttered.

"Thought you were the professor," she teased. "Shouldn't you be the one testing me?"

"Brats don't get to make demands," he replied.

Y/N bit her lip. "Then what do they get?"

Another sharp slap landed against her ass, the sound echoing through the empty classroom. Y/N gasped, her back arching instinctively at the contact.

"They get punished," Cody replied.

His free hand gripped the flesh he just slapped, his long fingers dipping back between her thighs like he couldn't help himself.

"Fuck," he muttered, his angry demeanor slipping just slightly. "You're dripping."

Y/N smirked. "You gonna keep talking, or are you gonna do something about it?"

Cody froze, his breath catching low and deep in his chest like he was seconds from losing it. His hand slipped up her back, balling her hair into his fist. He pulled her upright, forcing her back against his chest. "You are such a goddamn handful," he said against her ear.

He let go of her just long enough to reach for the buttons on his sleeves, undoing them one by one. His fingers were calm and practiced. Y/N watched, mesmerized, as he rolled up his sleeves, exposing the lean, muscular forearms she had been caught staring at far too many times.

The shift sent a thrill down her spine. Something about watching him methodically pushing the fabric up, baring more of his skin, made her breath hitch. Cody caught how her eyes followed his movements, and her lip caught between her teeth. He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.

"See something you like?"

Before she could fire back, his arm wrapped around her waist again, pulling her flush against him. His teeth grazed her ear, holding her steady as his forearm flexed against her stomach. His fingers slid down her front and under her skirt. Y/N's nails dug into his wrist, her head tilting back against his shoulder as she guided the press of his fingers against her heat.

Cody groaned, his lips brushing against her jaw. "Yeah," he said. "That's what I fucking thought. Bet you've been thinking about this all morning, huh? Coming into my class, acting up, running that pretty little mouth of yours."

His fingers stroked against her, slow and devastating. Y/N whimpered, her thighs trembling as her head fell back against his shoulder.

"You gonna be good for me, baby?" Cody asked. "Gonna let me take my time with you?"

Y/N moaned, nodding frantically. Cody's grip tightened as his fingers curled inside of her, dragging another sharp moan from her lips.

"That's it," he said, his breath hot against her ear. "This is what you wanted, right? You better enjoy it."

Y/N whimpered, her legs violently shaking from how perfectly he was playing with her.

"You love being my little brat, don't you?" Cody mused. "You love it when I put you in your place."

Y/N gasped as Cody pulled his hand away, her hips jerking back, her body already aching for more.

"Such a needy little thing," he laughed, returning his hand to its position between her legs. "All that attitude, and look at you now. A pathetic, desperate mess."

Y/N whined, her head rolling back against his chest, her body melting into his grip.

"You like that, sweetheart?" Cody whispered, his fingers nudging that perfect spot.

"Y-Yes, sir," she gasped.

"Say it again," he ordered, his fingers speeding up.

Y/N cried out, her body trembling as she clung to his forearm for dear life.

"Yes, sir," she moaned again, her breath broken and desperate.

Cody grinned against her neck. "Aw, you gonna come?" he teased, his other hand sliding up her stomach, palming her breast through her shirt. "Is my little brat gonna come for me?"

Cody wasn't letting up. His fingers stroked, pressed, and curled, circling her swollen clit. Y/N's legs buckled, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as she came undone, her body jerking violently as pleasure crashed through her like a tidal wave.

Cody groaned, his arms holding her steady, watching every second of her unraveling. "That's right, come all over my hand, baby. That's what you wanted," he whispered, dragging his fingers out of her slowly, savoring the way she still clenched around them.

But Cody wasn't finished. He turned her around, lifting her onto the desk effortlessly and pushing her back to rest on her elbows. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wide and pushing her skirt up her hips.

"You ready for some extra credit?" he teased.

Y/N nodded slowly, still drunk and woozy from his fingers. Cody smirked, brushing a calloused thumb over her bottom lip, his voice thick with amusement. "Still got some fight in you? Or you give up?"

Although Y/N was breathless and spent, she was never one to back down. "Wouldn't be any fun if I didn't."

Cody chuckled, low and knowing, shaking his head. "See, that's the problem with you."

His fingers moved to his belt, undoing it with slow, measured ease. The smooth leather slipped free from the loops, the sound of it sending a delicious shiver down Y/N's spine. He folded the belt in half, flexing it in his grip.

"You don't know when to shut up."

Y/N's stomach flipped as she watched him, her thighs twitching like she wanted to close them in response. She knew she should be intimidated. Knew that pushing him was probably the worst thing she could do right now.

She bit her lip, eyes flicking from the belt back to his face, her smirk widening. "That's rich, coming from you." She sat up slightly and lightly dragged her nails down his chest, her voice sounding syrupy sweet as she pulled him closer by the tie. "Always running your mouth. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson."

For a second, she thought maybe she had really pushed him too far. Then he let out a breathy, disbelieving laugh, his tongue running over his teeth as he shook his head. "You are gonna regret that, baby."

He pushed her back and dragged the leather of the belt slowly down her stomach. Y/N hummed, feigning innocence as she spread her legs just slightly more. "I don't know. I kinda think you like it."

His grip on the belt tightened.

"You love when I run my mouth," she purred, tilting her head. "Admit it. Gets you fucking hard, doesn't it?"

Cody let out a low, warning growl. "Watch it, Miss Y/N," he said, dragging the belt lower, teasing her inner thigh. "You keep talking like that, baby, and I might have to stuff that pretty mouth just to shut you up."

Y/N licked her lips, her body pulsing at his words. She should probably shut up now, but...

"You promise?" she taunted.

Then, without warning—

CRACK.

The belt whipped across her bare thigh, a sharp sting blooming against her soft flesh. Y/N gasped, her back arching, the pleasure mixing with the pain so perfectly it made her dizzy.

Cody tilted his head, watching her closely. "Too much?" he asked.

But Y/N's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smirk. "You hit like a bitch."

CRACK.

Another snap of the belt, this time across her inner thigh. Cody groaned, his free hand sliding up her stomach to grip her throat. "Look at you," he said, dragging the belt up her body.

Y/N whimpered in response. Cody grinned, teasing the belt between her legs, rubbing it slowly over her soaked folds.

"Maybe I should fuck you with it," he mused.

Y/N's eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat pooling between her legs.

"Wouldn't that be something?" Cody teased, watching the way she squirmed beneath him.

Y/N bit her lip, her hips subtly rolling against the strap.

Cody chuckled darkly. "Oh, you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "You wanna come on my fucking belt?"

Y/N let out a desperate moan, nodding frantically. Cody laughed, shaking his head. "You're so fucking filthy, sweetheart."

Cody tossed the belt aside and slid his hand along her jaw. His thumb traced her bottom lip, pressing slightly until she parted her mouth for him. He watched her, his blue eyes boring into hers, amusement flickering behind the heat in his gaze.

"You've been waiting for me to kiss you, right?" His voice was smooth, a quiet taunt that sent a shiver down her spine.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, pressing closer, her pulse thrumming at the anticipation coiling between them. "Maybe," she teased.

"Maybe?" he echoed. "You sure talk a lot for someone who's practically begging me to kiss her."

Before she could retort, his lips finally pressed against hers, slow and controlled, like he had all the time in the world to take her apart piece by piece. He was teasing at first, testing her, letting her get used to the way he controlled the pace.

But Cody changed tactics when Y/N sighed into the kiss, pressing closer and melting against him. His grip on her tightened, his other hand sliding around her waist, pushing himself flush against her. The kiss deepened in an instant, shifting from slow and sensual to something that devoured her.

His tongue flicked against hers, coaxing and demanding. He nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before releasing it with a quiet hum of approval. Y/N whimpered, her body responding before she could think better of it. Her nails dug into his arms, her hips pressing toward him, desperate for more.

And then, just as suddenly, he pulled away.

Y/N let out a breathless whine, blinking up at him. She chased after his lips, but Cody only smirked, watching her unravel with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

"Brats don't get what they want that easily," he tutted, his voice full of amusement as he reached for the button on his slacks. "You gotta earn it."

Y/N let out a soft, frustrated sigh, her fingers curling into the edge of the desk beneath her. "Earn it?" she echoed, her voice still breathless. "You just made me come on your fingers, sir. I think I more than earned it."

Cody froze for a beat, his lips twitching as if holding back a chuckle.

"Yeah?" he murmured, tilting his head slightly, voice thick with something dark and delicious. "Let's see if you can handle coming again while your professor grades your performance."

Before she could process his words, Cody was on his knees, his hot breath teasing against her soaked, sensitive skin. Y/N's head fell back, a shuddering gasp escaping her lips as Cody's mouth descended, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate strokes through her wetness.

"Oh, my God—"

Cody hummed against her, his hands clamping down on her hips. "Not God, baby," he muttered, sucking her clit into his mouth. "Learn to say my name properly."

Y/N whimpered, her fingers scrambling for something to hold onto, her body already starting to shake.

"Too much?" Cody mocked, his tongue flicking precisely over her swollen bundle of nerves. "Or can my little brat take it?"

She was panting, her chest heaving, her legs twitching against his shoulders.

"I—I can take it," she gasped, arching into him.

Cody grinned against her, pressing his tongue deeper, his fingers digging into her thighs to hold her still as he devoured her. Her second orgasm hit fast like lightning striking through her bones. Y/N cried out, her body jerking as Cody held her through it.

Only when she was done shaking but barely breathing did he pull away and stand, his lips shiny with her arousal. Cody wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then smirked down at her.

"A+—you taste fucking delicious," he muttered, undoing his slacks the rest of the way.

Y/N swallowed thickly, her body still thrumming, but her gaze locked onto his hands as he slowly pulled himself free. Cody smirked as he caught Y/N's eyes trailing downward, her breath hitching as he slowly stroked himself in front of her. His cock was thick, heavy in his grip, the head already flushed and leaking just from teasing her. The veins along his shaft pulsed with every slow movement of his hand, and the sheer size of him sent a wave of heat through her body.

"What's wrong, baby?" he teased as he towered over her. "Too big for you?"

Y/N's thighs clenched together at the pure arrogance in his tone. "No," she said breathlessly, leaning forward, her fingers tracing his stomach.

"Good," Cody grunted, gripping her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. "Because this big cock is about to fuck the attitude right out of you."

His voice was thick with promise. His grip on her chin tightened just enough to remind her who was in control, but Y/N had other plans, just for a moment.

She let her hands skim over the edges of his vest, feeling the thick fabric beneath her fingertips. Slowly, she reached up, pushing it off his shoulders. Cody let her, his arms dropping just enough for the material to slide down and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Y/N swallowed, her fingers drifting upward, grazing the knot of his tie. Her eyes flicked to meet his, a challenge simmering beneath her gaze. Cody's brow arched, his smirk deepening, but he said nothing. He just let her do what she wanted, for now.

She tugged at the silk, loosening the knot before slowly dragging it free from his collar. The soft fabric slid through her fingers, smooth and cool against her skin. For a fleeting second, she considered what it might feel like wrapped around her wrists.

Cody caught the flicker of thought in her eyes and let out a low laugh. "Careful," he said, his voice dipping into something more dangerous. "You keep looking at me like that, and I might just have to put this to good use."

Y/N smirked but didn't back down. Instead, she let the tie drop to the floor, her fingers reaching for his shirt's first button. Cody watched her closely, his blue eyes sharp, but he still didn't stop her.

She worked her way down button by button, revealing inch after inch of firm, defined muscle. Smooth, chiseled abs flexed under her touch as she dragged her palms down his stomach, feeling the heat of his skin, the tautness of his muscles beneath her fingertips. She took her time, savoring the power she had in this moment. The power to touch, to tease, to make him wait.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath.

Cody huffed out a low chuckle, clearly pleased with her reaction. "Like what you see?"

She didn't answer immediately; she just traced the cut lines along his abdomen, her nails barely skimming the deep ridges. She could feel his body responding to her touch, the slight twitch of his stomach, the subtle flex of muscle as he restrained himself.

"Yeah," she admitted finally, her voice soft but laced with something sinful. "I do."

"You gonna be good for me now?" he asked.

Y/N pressed her lips together, her breath shaky as she nodded.

"Words," Cody warned.

"Yes, sir," she whispered.

Cody's lips twitched in amusement before he stepped between her legs and pressed her back into the desk.

"See how easy that was?" he taunted. "That's what happens when you learn how to listen."

Y/N barely had time to brace herself before Cody's palm cracked against her bare thigh, sending a sharp, delicious sting through her body. She gasped, her hands gripping at the edge of the desk.

"Goddamn, baby," Cody hummed in satisfaction, kneading the red skin where he'd just smacked her. "Look at you."

Y/N whimpered, wiggling slightly under his touch. Cody's laugh was low and sinful. "You like that, huh?"

He slapped her again, harder this time, his fingers spreading over the heat of her skin. Cody's hand smoothed up her neck, fingers gripping her hair, giving it a firm tug as he leaned over her, his body crowding hers completely. Then, without warning, he thrust inside her with a single push. Y/N cried out, her fingers scrambling against the wood.

"F-fuck," she gasped, her walls already fluttering around him. Cody groaned, his fingers digging into her skull.

Y/N could barely breathe, her mind spinning as Cody rolled his hips back, almost pulling out completely before slamming back inside her. So deep. So fucking thick. She whimpered, her body jerking against the desk, feeling the impossible stretch of him all over again.

"Oh no, sweetheart," he growled. "You wanted to be a brat in my class? Now you're gonna take this big fucking cock like a good girl."

Then, he set a brutal pace. Each deep, punishing thrust sent Y/N rocking against the desk, her breath coming in sharp, desperate moans. He was filling her to the point of ruin, every drag of his cock against her walls making her legs tremble.

Cody was relentless, his fingers tightening in her hair, pushing her back slightly, forcing her to arch for him. "You feel that baby?" he rasped, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip, holding her in place so she couldn't squirm away. "Feel how deep I am? How this tight little pussy is struggling to take me?"

Y/N whimpered, nails scratching at the wood beneath her, toes curling in her shoes. He was so big, stretching her wide, making her feel every inch of him. Cody leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as he groaned deep in his chest. "I bet you've never been fucked like this before," he mocked, his tone thick with pride. "No one's ever filled you up this good, huh?"

She couldn't speak. Could only whimper as he kept pushing deeper, splitting her apart with every punishing thrust.

"That's right," Cody murmured, his grip bruising as he snapped his hips harder. "I'm the only one who can fuck you like this."

Y/N sobbed, her body shattering, the pleasure so intense that she could barely process anything except him. Cody groaned, spanking the back of her thigh again, reveling in the way her tight walls clenched around him.

"That's it," he praised, his voice thick with lust and control. "Let me hear those pretty little moans, baby. You gonna come for me?" he taunted, his pace never faltering. "Is my sweet girl gonna come?"

Y/N whimpered, nodding frantically.

"Use your words," Cody demanded, his voice gritted and controlled.

"Yes—yes, sir," she gasped.

Cody grinned, leaning down, his lips brushing her ear. "Come all over your cock, baby. That's right, this is yours. This is your cock now. You earned it."

The command and permission were her undoing. Y/N cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her so violently that her lungs felt like they would collapse. Cody groaned, his grip tightening on her hips, his thrusts growing shaky, erratic.

"That's right," he gritted out, his breathing ragged. "Don't stop coming, baby. Don't stop."

He buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he came, a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips.

For a few moments, neither of them moved. The only sounds in the room were their ragged breathing and the distant hum of the campus beyond the classroom walls.

Cody slowly pulled out, his hands soothing over her trembling body. Y/N felt dazed, completely spent, her head resting against the cool wood of the desk. Cody laughed softly at the sight, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"Well," he muttered, zipping up his slacks and reaching for his belt. "That should fix your little attitude problem."

Y/N laughed breathlessly, her lips curving into a sly, mischievous smile as she grabbed her underwear off the floor.

"For now," she shot back.

Cody arched an eyebrow, a coy smile playing on his lips. "Careful," he warned. "You're already pushing your luck."

Y/N smirked, stepping into her panties with deliberate slowness, her eyes flicking up at him through her lashes. "I don't know, professor," she said. "I think you like my attitude."

Cody chuckled, shaking his head as he looped his belt back through his slacks. "Oh, I do," he admitted, his voice a deep, satisfied rumble. "I love breaking it."

Y/N bit her lip, already feeling the dull ache between her thighs, a reminder of just how thoroughly he had done exactly that. She adjusted her skirt, her fingers moving to pull it back down, but before she could, Cody was on her again.

He backed her against the desk, trapping her between his body and the edge of the wood. His hands slid under her skirt one last time, his fingers trailing along her thighs.

"I meant what I said, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "Next time you act up, I'm really gonna make you regret it."

Y/N shivered, swallowing down a whimper as his fingers ghosted over her still-sensitive core, teasing her through the damp lace.

"Can't wait," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw before slipping out from under him, her smirk wicked as she turned toward the door.

Cody exhaled sharply, watching her go, his fingers flexing at his sides.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath, rubbing a hand down his face before shaking his head with a smirk.

The truth was, he couldn’t wait for her to act up again. And neither could she.

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The Legacy of Nightmares Presents:

Part One: The Viper's Kiss

warnings: foul language, age gap relationships, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance, male centered friends, Randy is not mean yet. word count: 5.2k Randy Orton, Seth Rollins, Cody Rhodes, Jey Uso x Black!oc A/N: Big thank you to @spiicii 🩵 for helping me get over this writers block for this part. Took a little longer than expected but hopefully now with my set work schedule I can incorporate this fic into the writing schedule and get to posting regular updates. Also do not jump into my inbox asking for my opinion about WWE or any drama pertaining the talent and their personal lives. Everything I write is strictly fictional and will remain that way. I haven't 'really watched' the product since evolution' except for summer slam to see Naomi retain the title. That being said any plot point that involves them in a ring or with a promotion is made up by me and i will be making my own promotions or using ECW/Raw Underground as a separate entity. Enjoy!!

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She wasn’t supposed to be here, at least, not tonight of all nights without telling them. Though her not so best friend Marayne had begged her to come out for the night to have food, unlimited drinks and to get away from the stresses of constantly working. That had been her idea of a girls night, and maybe hitting a few of her favorite nightclubs she liked to frequent and maybe a trip to the corner store for snacks before heading in for the night, not whatever it was Marayne instead  had her doing.

“Girl! You're supposed to be helping me find some fine ass wrestlers to take home!” Maryane pulls away from the metal barricade with a whine and forced pout on her face to look at her best friend. “And here yo ass, texting like you don’t seem to care.”

Too engrossed into her incoming messages to look up, she shrugs. “Cause I don’t Rayne, why look for eye candy when I have my own candy to look at.?”

“Oh the candy, you’re too stingy to share” Marayne clicks her tongue in annoyance like she couldn’t believe it, and turns around. “Please, Dahlia, you’re the most single bitch I’ve ever met.” 

And this was why they weren’t close. Dahlia and Marayne seemed to always bump heads, even as kids when they were next door neighbors and her dad used to babysit while their moms carpooled together for their night shift at Mercy Clinic. They were friends by default, and Dahlia didn’t have the heart to end the relationship without a reason. Marayne didn’t know a lot about Dahlia’s love life and she preferred to keep it that way, especially with the lifestyle she was now living. A lifestyle she was sure wouldn’t understand. 

“Says the bitch who can’t even get a man,” Dahlia pockets her phone into her purse and finally looks up just as a few familiar faces come into view. One had been half dressed in a pair of black joggers, and a white gym shirt, his bleached-blonde hair had been messy-unlike its usual state of being slicked back with water and hairspray. He just got out of the shower she thought. His stare didn’t leave from the direction she was in and instantly she knew he was looking at her despite all of the fans rushing in front of her to get a closer look. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach when another figure stepped from beside him–his own dress down attire similar to his, but wasn’t the first thing she noticed. It was the way he pulled two-toned bleached hair into a ponytail and trained his dark eyes on her every move. 

“Cody! Seth! Cody Seth!” The screams in their direction started as Dahlia scrambled to move through the shoving crowd, Marayne had been lost somewhere up front as she planned her exit. Probably not her best idea, as the crowd got rowdy. Assuming they were making their way over, a  hand wrapped around her wrist and yanked her towards the end of the metal railings.  It took her a minute to regain her footing in the stilettos she decided to wear, but she was more than grateful for the strength of Marayne at this moment.

“It’s like a warzone down there!” Marayne catches her breath enough to fix her hair, and the too small black and red tube top  that pushes up her double d cup breasts. 

“It’s just a bunch of sweaty ass white men, trying to get shit to resell.” Dahlia grumbles, and leans against the metal railing, there was no sense in her trying to leave now that she had already been spotted. She couldn’t mask the bout of irritation she just entered after being pushed against the railing yet again, by an overzealous fan as the two well known faces made their way down. “They make bank getting them to sign a bunch of merch just to sell on ebay or etsy for triple the price of what’s at their shows, or on the official website.”

“And you know how?”

“Common knowledge Marayne.” Dahlia shakes her head like it was obvious. “Remember how this dude tried to upcharge us two hundred dollars for a Beyonce shirt, when it was only sixty in the stadium ?” “Not really, I mean how–”

“Well who are these lovely ladies?” Seth whistles slowly as he approaches them with a cheshire-like grin.. Though Dahlia knew it was directed towards her as he never took his eyes off her. Cody was at his side with his back turned to them to get pictures with a few fans, though his ears were open to the conversations they were having.

“I’m Marayne, and this is my best friend Dahlia.” She giggles, while hurrying to pull out a bunch of things for them to sign some for her, but mostly for her little brothers back home in Canada.

“Pretty name for such pretty girls.”  Seth flirts, “What brings you guys out here.” 

Dahlia could only hope Marayne wouldn’t tell their business to a complete stranger, but she thought wrong as the girl continued. “Girls night you know. Dinner, music, bar-hopping, pulling in a few guys.” 

Seth’s ear twitched and she noticed with a curse. Dahlia had wanted to slither her way back into the crowd unnoticed but it would be way too suspicious and the way Cody was looking at her right now, she knew better than to leave. 

“Yeah, any luck?” Cody joins them with a tight-lipped smile. He joined Seth in signing Marayne’s shirts, and the other merchandise she brought. Probably for any younger siblings or friends she may have. 

“Eh, not until we got to this one bar.” Marayne blows, like she was talking to some long lost friends. “They were all over Dali though.”

Seth and Cody look between each other with a shared nod. “With a body like that, and the outfit to show it off”Cody whistles.

Seth agrees with his own once over that lingers along her chest where it almost spilled out the top,“I bet you couldn’t keep the men off you huh.”  Seth hands the sharpie back.

“Pls, you should've seen her!” Marayne responds for her. It was getting to the point where now Dahlia was getting annoyed and she was ready to go home. 

“I don't think they care to know Marayne” Dahlia interrupts trying to grab her arm and pull her away. There were fans still lingering by trying to get more pictures and autographs, and the longer she was out here, the more nervous she got. 

“Do tell” Seth urges with a maniacal smile. 

“Bitch had so much to drink she climbed up on a bar she let a man take a shot from her belly button while another man poured one down her throat from his mouth.” 

Dahlia could see the gears turning behind their eyes as they furrowed their eyebrows. A tell tale sign at the anger brewing beneath the skin. The tips of their ears were a bright shade of red and she knew then she had fucked up.

“She's exaggerating” Dahlia rolls her eyes. 

“Oh?” Mariana smirks like it was a challenge. She pulls out her phone with a quickness, instantly going to her camera roll where a selection of videos had miraculously been pulled up and ready to play. “This one!” Marayne squeals while pressing play and shoving the phone in their hands. 

Cody looked over Seth’s shoulder as the video started out shaky and pointed at the floor of what seemed to be a dirty nightclub floor illuminated by neon colored strobe lights. Completely out of Dahlia’s comfort zone, but that didn’t matter as the phone finally focused towards the bar area where a crowd of people were huddled in a circle screaming and chanting shots over and over again. It continued as they figured out it was Marayne was holding the phone trying to get closer with her own drunken giggles drowned out in the background. 

The bass of the music was jumping and thumping through the room, providing an electric charge through the air. Cody glanced up from the video to see Dahlia had already slipped through the lingering crowd of fans and towards the edge of the lot where it met the street. He had wanted to run after her, but knew better. He looked back at the phone just in time to see two complete strangers, pouring a shot of bourbon into her belly button to slurp out of, and the other straight out the bottle and into her awaiting mouth. She was clearly drunk herself, but it didn’t excuse the actions done. 

“You guys know how to party” Seth gives her the phone back and signs one last autograph. His head tilts slightly when he feels Cody’s lips close to his ear. 

“They’re on the bus.” Cody whispers but uses the back of his hand to turn Seth’s head by the neck in the direction of where Dahlia was waiting with her arms crossed and an evident attitude in her popped out leg and crossed arms, shivering in the cold weather after forgetting a jacket they know they told her to get if she ever went out to run errands. “Next destination.”

“Right.” Seth claps, gaining everyone’s attention in an instant. “It was nice meeting you all, hope you enjoyed the show, until next time!” He lets Cody pull him off in the direction of the bus in a hurry, knowing they need to give the rest of the guys the run down of what just happened, who they saw, and what they just saw. Marayne could only watch with a smile as she turned and maneuvered her way out the crowd to join Dahlia at the edge of the parking lot. 

“What’s got to stick up your ass.” 

“Why the fuck are you showing complete strangers how we get black out drunk?” Dahlia snatches the keys from the valet who finally brought her baby blue mitsubishi mirage car around after ten minutes. Marayne didn’t know when to the fuck shut up and that was gonna be the end of their relationship if she kept it up.

Marayne shrugs, “Not an issue, not like we’re gonna ever see them again.”

The Residents

The large doors creaked as Dahlia tried to silently close them to not be heard. With her heels and clutch in one hand and the keys clutched tightly in her fist in the other, she tiptoe her way down the long halls. Their cars had already been parked in a precise row outside the six-car garage. Each one was placed in specific spots to where it was noticeable of who was gone or not. Her car was currently being parked into its rightful spot by a staff member who was still here well past his contracted hours. She didn’t care at the moment. Dahlia could feel her heart beating in rapid succession with every slow step she took. Her lip tucked between her teeth as she hoped they would all be in the respective rooms getting ready for bed. Little did she know Valet had informed them of her arrival, in hopes of being free to go home for the night.

“Dali” A voice calls that stops her in her tracks with multiple expletives leaving her slightly glossed lips. She turned on her heels and followed the sounds of the male voices until she reached the tall mahogany wood double doors. They were slightly cracked with a head peaking out into her direction. She was grateful that the person waiting for her was Cody. Despite the ice-cold stare on his face, and the piercing blues of his irises boring a hole into her face to remind her that she was still in trouble, he was the easiest to win over.  Her steps are tentative as she comes to a slow stop in front of him. She reaches up on her toes to get a kiss only for him to step to the side and guide her into the massive study. He doesn’t say a word, giving her a look that she knows all too well.

She had grown used to the greeting kisses even when she was caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be. But tonight had been different and she knew that. Cody’s hand on her back was familiar, but foreign. The touch is a sign of something deeper about to happen. As she looked around the room, Seth had been leaning against the dark african blackwood carved desk.  One leg was lifted and folded to rest on the top with the other planted firmly on the floor. In his hand had been an unsolved rubix cube that he twirled between his fingers. His brown to blond hair had been freshly washed and pulled into a low ponytail, that accentuated his sunken and tired features more, though he still looked better than ever in Dahlia’s eyes. 

“I see we like breaking rules.” Seth hums, and drops his foot to stand up to his full height, which was not much shorter than the man behind her.

“No,” She whispers from her spot in the center of the study. The rug soft between her feet as her toes clenched the threads of them nervously.

“Don’t remember saying you can speak.” A voice tsks. It was deep, and laced with the type of raspiness you get from being tired. She couldn’t really see where it was coming from as Seth had stood in front of her, keeping her attention on him and not her surroundings.

“Don’t remember telling you, you could wear this out either.”

Her attire had been a simple black and green to piece set. The top was a size too small, and pushed up her cleavage for more show. The mini-skirt is shorter than what she normally wears, barely stopping mid-thigh and if she bent over you could see her pussy from the back. Literally, as she didn’t have on underwear. Something they hadn’t found out yet. The voices  started to get jumbled as they began to list off every offense and rule she broke today. She could only stand there and take it as if this wasn’t where she wanted to be. 

“Oh?” Nothing to say?” Seth tilts her head up, to force eye contact. “Had so much to say outside the arena with your lil friend.”

Cody’s hands find her hips, resting on them with a grip of a weightlifter. Firm and bruising. His breath ghosts over her ear. “He’s talking to you Dalia.” From the corner of her eye she could see a body get up from the couch. His arms littered in tribal ink that traveled up to his neck on both sides and behind his ears, though parts of his mullet covered it. His shoulders flexed as he rolled them and his neck with a deep huff. “She’s speechless.” Cody laughs, not genuine, almost snarky. She didn’t know how to feel at that moment. That pit in her stomach worsened the more they talked about her and about her.

“As she should be.” Seth steps back and looks over at the couch. “We won our matches, and yet she can’t follow simple instructions to stay home and wait for us.”

“Didn’t she just move in yesterday?” 

“Are you defending her, Jey?”  Seth crosses his arm and looks at the man who got up from the couch. 

“Nah,” Jey waves his hands dismissively with a  shrug  “Just give her some grace, baby girl just finished unpacking, we in her homestate, she was out with a friend right?” He looks at Dahlia who only nods. “Can’t expect her to follow them, right out the gate.”

“Yet, she can follow the rule of not speaking unless spoken to.”  The four of them look towards the desk where it came from. His figure leaned against the leather chair, though he was slightly slouched and man-spreading, he still looked imposing, threatening. His eyes were narrowed but you could still see the blues of his eyes. Just as Cody and Seth had been watching her, he had been watching her from head to toe. The way she tried not to shift nervously from one foot the other. How her hand still held her black stiletto heels and the other toying with the bottom of her skirt. She avoided eye contact with him and instantly knew she wasn’t comfortable with him yet. “Leave us.”

“Randy-” Cody starts only to be interrupted with just a harsh look from the man.

“You know I hate repeating myself Cody.” Randy rubs a hand down his face, already feeling the agitation growing from them not moving fast enough. 

“Yes sir.” He mumbles. “Come on guys.” He lets Dahlia’s hips go, and pushes Seth and Jey, who were ready to protest, out of the room, before the man was irritated further. Dahlia couldn’t look back, scared that the next move she makes may be the wrong one. With the doors slamming shut behind them, silence enveloped once more. Dahlia could swear her heat would burst out of her chest as time went on. This was the first time she was alone with Randy since becoming a part of their arrangement. She had been skeptical because of the significant age-gap in the dynamics, it was no different than ones with the rest of the guys, but Randy was different. He was older, wiser, and intimidating and someone she hasn’t really gotten to know yet.

Randy pushes up from the chair and stands to his full height, towering over her at a good six foot five. Dahlia doesn’t look up, just watches his feet as they round the desk and towards her direction. It wasn’t until his tattooed arms came into view and his fingers tilted her head up that they finally looked at each other. She shrunk under his concentrating gaze, how his brows furrowed then relaxed when her nervousness showed. 

“You broke a lot of rules today little flower.” He murmurs. The hand that wasn’t holding her chin up grabbed the heels from her hands and tossed them on the floor. “Makes it seem like you don’t wanna be here.” 

Dahlia opens and closes her mouth, remembering that she didn’t have permission to speak just yet. She wanted to be here, it was just a new feeling she was experiencing that she didn’t know how to express it. There were so many new rules on the first day, she hadn’t had time to really learn them. 

“Do you want to be here, Dahlia?” Randy asks, when she doesn’t answer right away, he has to remember she was following his number one rule. Don’t speak until given permission to do so. “You can speak for the rest of the night”

“It’s different,” she whispers. Randy is confused but lets her continue. “You’re different from what I’m used to.” Cody, Seth and Jey had all been men, she knew long before any of them got together. Her job had been big on doing things for the troops and more recently having wrestling events and superstars show up for the kids. She had been doing field days with her school age kids where they got to play flag-football with a few wrestlers. The three of them had signed up months before she started, and on the day of the event, she couldn’t take her eyes off them and vice-versa. She was just twenty one at the time, and too nervous to approach, but always made sure she signed up in hopes she would see them. The watching from a distance continued for years until her twenty-fourth birthday. Dahlia was taken out to Atlanta by some friends for a girls night. It had been a day of traveling to eat, shop, and bar hop all through the night until one bar location where she ran into the trio of men once again having their own. Still too shy to approach, she only smiled and waved in their direction. Drinks were sent, a few numbers scribbled on a napkin with encouragement from her friends to live a little led to a moment of sexual experimentation and spontaneity, with men she never thought would be interested. From that night on the relationship had blossomed for three years. Only this was the first year she was learning about Randy and his role in their lives.  “I don’t know how to approach you, sometimes.”

Randy didn’t always make it easy to talk to him, or seek attention or affection. Dahlia could easily go to Cody or Jey if she wanted a hug or a kiss, She could  bait Seth into putting her through the mattress with just one touch. She learned quickly how much of an old soul Randy was, and with his recent background in military life, she knew it wouldn’t be that easy to get him to open up. “I scare you.”

She huffs. “You don’t scare me…you come off as standoffish, like you don’t want me here.”

Randy could only curse at his stupidity to his own hostility to his idea of bringing her in. He hadn’t thought about how she may feel on meeting  him the first time to learning how his rules work  and what happens when one or all of those rules are broken. He didn’t think about telling her what the punishments were, and how they vary on the rules broken. She was a  rookie to this life and here he was treating her as if she was a veteran to this when she wasn’t. He drops his hands and moves over to the patent leather couch in the center of the room and sits against it. Dahlia turns to face him a little confused.

“Come sit.” He pats his legs, opening them, so they are a little more inviting. Hesitant, Dahlia takes slow steps until she stands in front of him. He pulls her down onto his lap with a yelp, but adjusts herself until she is comfortable. If she thought Jey had thick thighs, boy was she wrong. Randy had more muscle mass in his own than him, and the more he spread, the more room she had to comfortably sit. His hand was warm on her exposed side with his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the skin. “I never meant to make you uncomfortable.” It was the truth. It had just been watching her, wanting to learn what makes her happy, what makes her tick. How she liked her eggs in the morning. Sunny side up with a not so runny egg with tons of pepper and chili crunch oil. How she wakes up every morning to sit in the bay window to watch the sun rise with a cup of coffee. Something he was sure the other guys didn't  notice with how heavy of sleepers they were. The way she bit her lip while braiding Seth's hair for the night, or how she would have Cody's heating pad ready after a match with aspirin and water. The subtle way she would stroke Jey’s hair when he was agitated over something so trivial. It was the little things he noticed. He just couldn't understand how he didn't notice she didn't feel comfortable enough doing those things with him until now. 

“It's okay,” Dahlia looks down at his shirt with a mumble. She toys with the hem of it, unsure of what to do with her hands. She stops when his left one rests on top of hers.

“It’s not.” He presses a gentle scratchy kiss to her ear, that makes her shrug with a small smile at the sudden gesture. “This won’t work if you're not.” He moves his hand to her thigh to test the waters, when she doesn't move he continues rubbing her thighs. “That starts with you being comfortable, yes?” He cooes deeply, sending a shiver down her spine that has her biting her lip.

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?” He leaned back to look at her expectantly, whatever she was comfortable with calling him, he would be sure to enforce it, she just had to initiate it. 

“Yes daddy.” 

Randy’s chest tightened, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Good girl.” He husks, and sits ups, shifting her until she slots into his lap fully. Eye contact with Randy was still going to be something she had to work on, but just from his hands on his legs, and the gentleness in his rubs, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was putty in his hands. Almost like a cat she nuzzles into his chest with a contented sigh. He could only chuckle deep from his chest and press a kiss to the side of her head, lingering there for a moment. “You still broke the rules, little one.” He murmurs, “Daddy has to punish you for that.”

Dahlia pouts, but doesn’t protest as he shifts their position until he’s sitting on the edge with her body draped over his legs. Ass propped in the air, he could see the lack of underwear and could only tsk and shake his head. She didn’t know what to do with her arms as they dangled over him, deciding to cross them under her head for support while looking out the window at the dark night sky littered with bright stars. “We wanted to reward you so well too.” 

“I’m sorry daddy.” 

“You gonna show me how sorry you are?”  He looks her way, a hand rubbing the backs of her thighs in up and down motions, inching closer up her skirt and back down, slowly, working her up slowly in preparedness for her punishment. Dahlia nods, caught into the motions to realize he had raised the skirt up to her hips to reveal her plump ass to him. The lack of underwear caused a tent to rise in his shorts, but he kept his restraint. “Daddy promises to be gentle for your first time.”

Cody had mentioned Randy was into spanking as a punishment, especially as the first offence. It was often the boys were spanked, their punishments a little more on the aggressive side after knowing the older man a little longer than her. She never saw or knew what it was, but if it made them feel how she was feeling right now, she knew they didn’t mind. His large hand was gentle against her skin, almost too gentle, she was anticipating the hit. Trying her best not to squirm in discomfort, she began to think about how she was going to re-arrange her closet.

“You broke ten rules today.” Randy rubs her left ass cheek, massaging the flesh between his fingers. Dahlia bites her lip as he continues. “Name them all and why you broke them.”

That was a little tricky as she had just learned Randy’s rules yesterday when she finally moved in. Was she paying attention? Not really. How could she when two out of the four guys were placing kisses all over her face and neck as if she was going to run away, but if she didn’t want Randy to treat her like she was disposable she was going to do her best.

“I went out without your permission because my friend wanted to go-” thwap. His hand cracked down on the flesh of her ass with a small yelp. The sting lingered more than the hit of it as it caught her mid explanation. Randy could go harder, but he promised to be gentle.

“I didn’t say stop,” he warns. “That’s one.”

“I dressed in an outfit that was too short and too small.” Dahlia focuses once more on the leather material of the couch as she tries to remember each rule she broke. “I really like the outfit and the theme was a rave dadd-” thwap! Another smack landed to the other cheek, harder than the previous. Her fists clench into palms, her white acrylic nails printing half crescent moons into the skin.

“You like showing off what’s mine Dalia?” Randy taunts, finally looking her way, “Hm? No fucking underwear?” he slaps the cuff of her ass. Randy was a jealous man and Dahlia had a body men would die to get their hands on and the thought of someone touching what was his only pissed him off more. "Was gonna let some other man fuck what's mine?"

“No daddy.” she whimpers.

“Keep going”

“I let men drink shots off me and pour shouts into my mouth that wasn’t you or-” She whimpered from the back to back hits as he took offense to that. Cody and Seth had told him about the video, but to hear her admit to it put salt on the wound and he couldn’t really believe she did it. Dahlia had to understand that breaking the rules has consequences, and while he was lenient now, he wasn’t going to be in the future.

“Gonna find and beat they fucking asses for that too.” He grunts.

Remembering that it was only the third rule she was naming, Dahlia continued through the somewhat gentle spanks. Her soft cries of whimpers and struggles of not squirming turned into breathy pants and wet patches forming on the legs of his pants. It didn’t go unnoticed as he smirked at the slick pooling at the folds of her pussy. He was tempted to slide a digit up her cunt to get a taste but he didn’t want to reward her for bad behavior just yet. What felt like hours of tortured turned pleasure turned torture again for Dahlia had only been thirty minutes. She was finally able to remember that last rule he had set in place, but she didn’t have an explanation for why she broke it. 

“Always greet big daddy first, and if i don’t see him, I wait till I see him before I greet the others.”

The last slap was harsh and landed on the crack of her ass with a loud yelp, and sob of unbridled pleasure. Randy had been gentle as he could while still enforcing the punishment she earned. Her bottom began to form welts and slight purple bruising that would soon fade in a few days. The room fell silent as she sobbed to herself and he reached over to pull out a bottle of aloe vera soothing gel from the accent table next to them. A few squirts of the cool liquid made her moan when it hit her sore bottom.  He worked it gently into the sore areas, massaging and kneading the flesh in circular motions. The gentle act let her know he believed in aftercare and he wasn’t some monster, though she was still wary. 

“You did good, little one.” He hums, playing with her ass a little longer then pushing her skirt down with a soft pat . “Just gotta work on those listening ears. Dahlia couldn’t tell if he was being condescending or not, but she only kept quiet as he continued to talk. “I don’t wanna have to punish you, but your actions have consequences, understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

He pulls her back into a sitting position until she straddles his lap and they are finally face-to face once again. Her face was flushed and caked with dried tears. Her lips slightly swollen from constantly biting them. “I want you here Dahlia,” He cups her face with one hand and pulls her down closer to press a kiss to her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks, nose, ghosting his own lips just barely over hers. 

“I want to be here.” She chases his lips only for him to move back with a disapproving click of his tongue making her frown. His left eye brow arches in question with his hand slowly sliding down to grip her neck, catching her by surprise with wide eyes but a hint of playful excitement behind those big brown orbs that have suckered him in. 

“Next time I won’t be gentle.”

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boy toy | chapter four

jey uso x seth rollins x fem!reader word count → 14.5k summary → jey has only been with you for a few days, but you're already growing attached. still, not everyone in seth's life is on board with having a male escort living with you, particularly seth's right hand man, mox. can jey win him over? notes → once again, the smut doesn’t happen until the end, so stay with me! this chapter introduces a few new characters. here's the cast list if you want to see more about them. jey is a switch but he only subs in this chapter, just fyi. warnings → sugar daddy au, prostitution au, dom!seth, switch!jey, switch!reader, threesome (m/m/f), bisexual!seth, bisexual!jey, bisexual!reader, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub, objectification, degradation, humiliation, pet play, dirty talk, oral (fem!receiving), dacryphilia (jey is just so pretty when he cries), spanking, begging, blink and you miss mommy kink, aftercare links → masterlist / taglist

The next morning, it was Jey who awoke first. 

You felt someone’s soft lips brush against your temple, your eyelids fluttering as you roused from sleep. You could feel a strong set of arms curled around you, their skin warm and comforting as they kept you close.  

You finally opened your eyes and realized that Jey was holding you, his pillowy lips pressing gentle, almost devoted kisses to your forehead. Though when you began to stir, you felt him tense, quickly pulling away from you as if he’d been caught in the act.  

“M’sorry,” he whispered. “I ain’t mean to wake you up.”

You furrowed your brow once you saw his worried expression, quickly reassuring him. “It’s alright,” you murmured, your voice still hoarse from sleep. “I could think of worse ways to wake up.”

Jey relaxed a little at your words, though he still seemed worried, as if he’d broken some sort of rule. 

“Did you sleep okay?” you asked him, reaching up to brush a few stray curls away from his forehead. 

Jey smiled. “Another good night. I don’t usually sleep this good.” 

“Really? Why not?” 

Jey’s smile wavered. “Just…you know. Insomnia stuff.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had that.” 

“I don’t.” Jey chewed his bottom lip. “It ain’t really insomnia. Just…” 

He seemed unsure of how to continue, his body tense again. 

You waited patiently. You didn’t want to press him, though as the seconds went by and Jey still couldn’t find an answer, you decided to move on. 

“Well, I’m just glad you’re sleeping well now,” you told him, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to his lips. “That’s all I care about.” 

Jey offered you a grateful smile, finding your hand underneath the blanket and interlacing your fingers together. 

“Do you two even know how adorable you are?” 

Seth’s voice had you and Jey peeking out from beneath the covers to catch sight of him at the end of the bed, already dressed and ready for work. He was wearing a purple suit today, his hair tied back in a bun as he stared fondly at you. 

“You’re making me want to skip my meeting this morning,” Seth mused, taking a sip from the coffee mug in his hand. “Looking all cute and cuddly here in my bed.” 

You and Jey nuzzled closer to each other, both of you offering him your best bedroom eyes. 

“Then don’t go, Daddy,” you purred, beckoning him to your side. “Stay here with us.” 

For once, Seth seemed speechless, his grip tightening on his coffee mug as he watched the two of you. To make things worse, you were pushing the sheets away, revealing Jey’s muscular chest and your tight pajama shirt, your nipple piercings peaking through the fabric. 

“We don’t want you to go,” you pouted, reaching out for him. “Please stay, Daddy. Please?” 

You glanced over at Jey, who threw you a knowing wink. He knew what game you were playing.  

“Why you wanna leave?” Jey’s voice sounded different now, his voice an octave deeper and his words a seductive purr. You didn’t miss the way he pushed the sheets down even further to reveal his toned abdomen, stretching his arms above his head just so his muscles would ripple and flex at the movement. “Don’t you wanna stay with us?” 

Seth visibly gulped, looking uncharacteristically nervous as you and Jey pressed closer to each other–two sirens trying to lure him in. 

“Daddy, you wouldn’t leave us here alone, would you?” you pouted, innocently adjusting your position so that your tits were pressed closer together, straining the fabric of your shirt. “Especially since we need you so bad.” 

“So bad,” Jey agreed, crooking a finger in Seth’s direction. “Can’t you see how lonely we’ll be without you? Are you really going to leave us here, Daddy?” 

Seth dropped the coffee mug, the liquid spilling on the brand new carpet. 

This was the first time Jey had ever referred to Seth as Daddy. 

“Is that what I am?” Seth breathed. “Am I your daddy, pretty boy?” 

The air seemed charged with electricity now, a new fire now dancing in Seth’s eyes. 

Jey smirked. Perhaps he liked playing with fire. “Stay here today and I’ll show you, Daddy.” 

Seth’s eyes widened, already taking a step forward in Jey’s direction, before Seth’s phone rang. 

He froze. You watched as Seth’s jaw worked in frustration, his eyes now simmering with annoyance. He slowly fished the phone from his pocket, his lip curling when he caught sight of the name flashing across the screen. And when he answered, his tone was irritated. 

“What, Cody? I already told you I’d be there this morning.”

You couldn’t hear Cody’s words on the other end of the line, but his tone sounded angry, causing Seth’s grip on the phone to tighten. 

“I don’t give a shit what you told them,” Seth hissed. “I said I’d be there so I’ll be there. They can fucking wait.”

Cody’s voice grew louder and Seth pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I pay you to keep shit running in L.A., Rhodes. I don’t need you sticking your nose in Miami business too.” 

“These are my contacts!” Cody’s voice was so loud now you could hear it from across the room. “If you piss them off we lose the Zhang deal for good. Do you have any idea what that will do for our business? Do I really need to explain you to how—”

“Enough!” Seth snapped. “You’ll watch your fucking tone when you speak to me, Rhodes. I’m not in the mood for any more of your tantrums this morning.” 

Cody was speaking again, but his tone was calmer and the words were once again a mystery to you. 

You let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows and pulling the sheets back up. There was no convincing Seth to stay now. Whatever he and Cody were planning was clearly important. 

Jey watched you settle back under the covers, his eyebrow raised in confusion. 

“You might as well join me,” you whispered. “Daddy’s not staying. He never does whenever Uncle Cody calls.”

Jey still seemed confused, but he reluctantly obeyed, crawling back under the covers and wrapping a long arm around you to keep you close to his side. 

You both watched as Seth began pacing the room, still on the phone and agitated as he collected his belongings and prepared to leave. Finally, he said, “Give me an hour, Rhodes, and I’ll be there. But after that, I don’t wanna hear anymore of your fucking excuses. Get it done.”

And with that he hung up, his jaw still clenched and his eyes burning with anger and annoyance. 

“I have to go,” Seth muttered, passing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry I can’t stay, my angels. You’ll have to keep each other company while I’m gone.”

You watched him sadly. “Won’t you at least come kiss us goodbye?”

Seth softened, quickly making his way to the side of the bed to press a bittersweet kiss to your lips. 

“I’ll miss you, princess,” he murmured, staring regretfully at the two of you curled up beneath his expensive sheets. “But I’ll be back tonight, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Seth glanced at Jey, a small smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. “Do you want a goodbye kiss too?” 

Jey grinned, leaning up to meet Seth’s lips for the very first time. 

The kiss was soft, almost tentative. Their beards brushed together, Jey’s hand reaching out to clutch at the soft fabric of Seth’s suit to pull him closer. To your surprise, Seth relaxed and allowed it. He leaned further over you, the kiss deepening as the two continued to taste each other. 

But it didn’t last long. Seth was quick to break the spell, tugging on Jey’s hair to pull him away.  

“Trying to lure me back to bed, sweetheart?” 

Jey grinned mischievously, a thin string of saliva still connecting their lips together. “Is it working?” 

Seth stared at him. Then he laughed. 

“You’re good, pretty boy. I’ll give you that. But we’ll have to resume this conversation when I get back tonight.” 

He pressed one last kiss to Jey’s lips before releasing him, standing back up to straighten his suit. 

“You’ll both be good while I’m gone?” 

You and Jey gave each other a knowing look. 

“No promises, Daddy,” you smirked.

Seth seemed delighted. “That’s what I like to hear.” 

You had to text housekeeping about the coffee stain Seth had left on the new carpet and they arrived quickly to clean up the mess. You and Jey decided to retreat to the balcony to give them space, waiting on Bayley to bring up your breakfast.

The sun was rising above the ocean, the sky a pale blue as milky tendrils of pink and orange unfurled from the horizon. The beach looked quiet from here, too early for anyone to be out and about. 

The morning was already warm, but you weren’t uncomfortable as you reclined on one of the patio chairs. You had Seth’s bathrobe wrapped around you, watching in amusement as Jey wandered around the balcony to explore. You were quickly learning that he didn’t like sitting still for long. 

“How high up you think we are?” Jey pondered, peeking over the railing. You noticed he hadn’t gotten close to it once. “You think this building is stable?”

You let out a huff of laughter. “Yes, sweet boy. I think this building is stable. Why? Are you afraid of heights?”

Jey looked sheepish. “Maybe a little. I ain’t ever been this high up before.”

He inched closer to the railing, staring down at the bustling city below. “Jesus,” he murmured, almost to himself. “That’s a long way down.”

He tried to test his bravery and get closer, though you noticed that he now seemed a bit unsteady on his feet, the color draining from his face as he got closer to the railing. Eventually he gave up. 

“Nah, fuck that,” he muttered. “Too high.”

He continued to poke around the balcony, dipping his toes in the pool and searching the bamboo storage box that would normally hold pool towels and floats. 

“Do you know how to swim?” you asked and Jey flashed you an excited smile. 

“I do! Can we swim today?” 

“Sure. Though I guess Daddy hasn’t stocked the pool area yet.”

Jey searched through the storage bins, finding nothing. “Nah, it’s empty. We could use the towels in the bathroom?”

You waved your hand. “I’ll just order some stuff and have it brought up. You brought swim trunks, right?”

Jey seemed embarrassed. “I…uh, don’t have any. Can’t remember the last time I went swimming.”

You smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll order you some. Next time we go shopping I’ll get you some more. Sound good?”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he murmured, his cheeks a little red. He always seemed flustered whenever you mentioned spoiling him. 

You couldn’t help but admire him as he continued to wander around the balcony, his curly hair still tousled from sleep, his tattoos seeming to glimmer in the morning sun. He was still wearing a pair of Seth’s pajama pants, though they seemed a little tight around the back. You had to admit Jey had the fattest, juiciest ass you’d ever seen on a man. It was hard not to stare. 

“Goooooood morning!” Bayley’s cheerful greeting quickly snapped you out of your reverie, finally tearing your eyes away from Jey to watch as Bayley pushed a large cart onto the balcony. 

“Here, lemme help!” Jey was quick to dash forward, but Bayley shooed him away. 

“Don’t you dare! You’re our guest!” 

Jey stopped in his tracks, looking confused. You reached out to take Jey’s hand. 

“It’s alright, pretty boy,” you cooed. “Come sit with me. Bayley’s got it under control.”

Jey reluctantly obeyed, seemingly uncomfortable at the idea of someone else serving him breakfast. 

A similar situation had happened over dinner when you had spilled some of your drink on the floor. Jey had instantly dropped to his hands and knees to clean it up, using his own napkin as a makeshift towel. It had taken a considerable amount of coaxing to urge him back into his seat. He’d seemed just as confused, as if he couldn’t fathom the idea of allowing someone else to clean. 

At first you thought he was just being considerate, but after watching him long enough now, you realized that he was just trying to serve. Jey didn’t see the clear difference between being on his knees for you or cleaning up a mess in the dining room. He believed both were part of his job description. While you thought you’d made it clear he wasn’t meant to perform household chores, you could tell this was a foreign concept to him.

“Just enjoy your breakfast, honey,” Bayley hummed, setting down a variety of dishes in front of both of you. “I appreciate the offer though. You’re very sweet.”

Jey smiled at the praise, forcing himself to relax as someone else served him. 

You both watched as Bayley continued to fuss at the breakfast spread, making sure everything looked nice for you. “Alright, if you need anything, shoot me a text. I’ll be inside.”

“You got it, babes,” you told her with a smile. “Thank you.”

Bayley threw a little wave to Jey as she left. “Enjoy!” 

And then she was gone. 

You smiled at Jey, offering his hand a reassuring squeeze. “I know it’s hard,” you murmured. “But you don’t have to do any chores here. I want you to be taken care of. Okay?”

Jey seemed a little uncertain, though he still obediently nodded. “If that’s what you want, pretty girl.” 

“It is.” You picked up your own fork to begin digging into your omelet. “So enjoy it, sweetheart. I want you to be happy.” 

Jey looked like he was about to say something in response before your phone rang. 

You frowned, checking the screen. 

“Daddy!” You couldn’t keep the excitement out of your voice, immediately putting him on speaker phone. “You’re on speaker! Me and Jey are eating breakfast.” 

“Hey, Boy Toy.” Seth’s tone was flirtatious and you could hear the smile in his words. “And hello to you, pretty girl. How’s your breakfast?” 

“It’s good, Daddy. We miss you already.” 

Seth chuckled. “I miss you too. But I forgot to tell you this morning that Uncle Mox is back in town. He wants to come over this afternoon to meet Jey.” 

“He’s back?!” You couldn't help but grin. “I missed him so much! Is he okay?” 

“He’s fine, baby. And he missed you too. I think he got a present for you.” 

“He did?” 

“Mm hm. Now you’ll both be good for him when he comes over, won’t you?” 

“Of course, Daddy.” 

“Boy toy?” 

“Yes, sir. I will.” 

“Good. I’ll be home tonight. Bye, my angels.” 

“Bye!” 

The call ended and you smiled over at Jey. 

“Aw, I’m so excited! You get to meet Uncle Mox today!” 

Jey smiled back at you, though you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. “Who’s Uncle Mox?” 

“He’s in charge of Daddy’s security,” you said, taking a sip of your mimosa. “And he’s the only person Daddy trusts to keep me safe.” 

“Oh.” Jey seemed uncertain, though you could tell he was trying to hide it. “It sounds like he’s been out of town.” 

“Yeah, I think Daddy sent him to Hong Kong. He had some kind of issue there. Sometimes he sends Uncle Mox to handle business he doesn’t trust anyone else to do.” 

Jey took a bite of his omelet. “Oh, like a right hand man.” 

“Yeah, I guess. He does a lot of different things.” 

“And you like him?” 

You leaned back in your chair, curling your legs beneath you as you held the champagne flute in your hand. “I do. He scared me at first, but he’s really just a big teddy bear.”

“Why did he scare you?” Jey seemed worried. “Is he scary?” 

“He’s just a little…” You searched for an accurate word. “Intimidating. But he’ll be sweet to you. I promise.”

Jey didn’t seem convinced. 

You texted Jackie, one of Seth’s personal assistants, requesting some supplies for the pool. You knew you’d need towels as well as some floats and a pair of swim trunks for Jey. As usual, she was very prompt in response, arriving at the penthouse only an hour after you’d texted her. 

By the time she arrived, you and Jey were reclining on the couch in the living room. Jey was laying between your legs, his head in your lap as you continued to pet his hair. You were watching the morning news, the weatherman discussing the heat wave sweeping through Miami when the front door opened. 

Jey was quick to sit up, watching with wide eyes as Jackie rolled in a cart full of pool supplies. 

“Good morning!” she said cheerily, her high heels clacking against the marble floor. “How are we this morning?” 

“Good!” You waved at her from the couch. “You brought us gifts?” 

“Yep! Everything you could possibly need for the pool. And I’m glad you’re using it! Mr. Rollins let me pick out everything on the balcony.” 

“That was you? No wonder it looks so beautiful.” 

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” Jackie gave you a quick hug, offering you a few air kisses with a smile. As always, you were amazed at how beautiful she looked. Her hair was a gorgeous chestnut, perfect curls framing her pretty, heart-shaped face. Seth had already discovered she was monogamous and had a boyfriend. If not, you were certain he would have invited her into your bedroom. 

She turned to Jey with a smile. “Do you remember me? I was with Mr. Rollins the first time he met you.” 

Jey slowly nodded, still sitting up to watch her. “Yes ma’am. It’s nice to see you again.” 

“You too!” She stared at him curiously, looking like she wanted to reach out to pet him but was resisting the urge to. “How are they treating you? You doing okay?” 

Jey glanced over at you, his eyes sparkling. “Yes ma’am. I’ve been real happy here.” 

“That’s good!” 

Jackie leaned down to whisper to you conspiratorially. “He’s adorable, isn’t he? I helped Mr. Rollins pick him out.” 

“Did you really?” You stared at her in amazement. “You’ve got good taste. He’s got to be the prettiest boy in Miami.” 

Jackie nodded in agreement, though you noticed that she was still hovering, shifting from one foot to the other as she stared at Jey. You giggled. 

“You can pet him if you want, Jackie.” 

“Really?” Jackie’s face broke into a grin, moving closer to Jey’s side. “Are you okay with that?” she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. 

Jey chuckled. “Yes ma’am.” 

She reached out and brushed her hand through Jey’s fluffy curls, watching in wonder as his eyelids fluttered, leaning into her touch. 

“He’s so cute!” she gushed, reaching out her other hand to scratch into Jey’s beard. “I wanted to pet him so bad when I first saw him. He’s just so sweet.” 

Jey let out a pleased hum as Jackie continued to scratch under his chin, looking completely relaxed and at ease now that he was being lavished with attention. 

“You should have seen him! He had the prettiest collar on. I think it belonged to Mr. Helmsley. Are you going to get him one?” 

“Hm, I don’t know.” You couldn’t help but smile as Jey relaxed further into the couch, his eyes closed in contentment. “Maybe we should. He does look like a little puppy, doesn’t he?” 

“He does! I remember reading in his contract that he likes that sort of thing.” 

“Oh? You read it too?” 

Jackie nodded. “Mm hm. I helped Mr. Rollins look it over. You know how he is about paperwork.” 

“True,” you sighed. “I should have known he’d have you there to do most of the reading for him.” 

“Have you met him yet?” 

“Who?” 

“Mr. Helmsley. The CEO?” 

“Oh. No, not yet.” 

“He’s a hell of a businessman. And if you ever get a chance to see his headquarters downtown you’ll be amazed. It’s beautiful there. He’s got a lot of people on his payroll.” 

Jackie finally dropped her hand from Jey’s hair and Jey let out a small whine at the loss.  

“Aw, it’s okay, sweet boy,” Jackie cooed, ruffling his hair one final time. “I’ll be back. And you’ve got your owner to take care of you, don’t you?” 

Jey nodded, quickly laying his head back down in your lap. He let out another whine, offering you his best puppy eyes until you started petting him again. 

“Needy thing, isn’t he?” you mused, watching as Jey relaxed again once your hands were back in his hair. 

“Maybe a little,” Jackie giggled. “But I’ll go ahead and get your pool all set up for you, okay? Thanks for letting me play with him!” 

You smiled. God, she was beautiful. Why couldn’t she just dump her stupid boyfriend? “Of course, Jackie. Thank you for helping us.”

“Any time!” 

You watched as Jackie sauntered away, her hips swaying and her expensive heels clacking against the floor. Why couldn’t she just dump monogamy too? 

The day was quickly becoming scorching. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the sun blazing overhead. The temperature was already 98 degrees and climbing. The UV index was 11 and it wasn’t even noon. 

“Come onnnnn,” Jey whined, staring longingly at the pool from inside the living room. “It’s been ten minutes already. Can we go now?” 

“Just a little bit longer, pet,” you chuckled. “The sunscreen has to sit for fifteen minutes. I don’t want you getting sunburnt. And you need to keep that pretty ink protected.” 

Jey collapsed on one of the chairs, brooding unhappily. “I don’t get sunburnt,” he muttered. “I’m Samoan.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Anyone can get sunburnt.” 

The front door opened again and Bayley arrived, pulling along a bar cart with her. “Your mobile bartender has arrived!” she announced, smiling broadly at you. “So what are we thinking? For a day as hot as this I’m thinking a mojito. Or maybe a margarita?” 

You grinned. “Either one sounds heavenly. What do you want, Jey?” 

Jey didn’t seem interested, checking the time on his phone again. “Fourteen minutes. Come on, one minute short won’t hurt anything!” 

“No arguing,” you tutted, waving a finger warningly in his direction. “Fifteen minutes and not a second less.” 

Jey pouted again, pacing the room anxiously. 

“Uh oh,” Bayley chuckled. “What have you done? Only his third day and he’s already unhappy.” 

You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, I know. The poor thing has to wait before he can get in the pool. His life is so hard.” 

“Aw, poor baby,” Bayley teased. “Well, maybe a nice drink will help. Come on, Jey. Let me make you something.” 

“Fifteen!” Jey sounded triumphant, throwing his phone down and running to the door. “Can I go now? Please? Pretty please?” 

You sighed. “Alright, alright. Go on.” 

“Yes!” Jey quickly sprinted outside, cannonballing into the pool with an enormous splash. 

You and Bayley chuckled, following him outside. “You need any sunscreen?” you asked, offering her the bottle. “I don’t want you getting burned either.” 

Bayley waved you away. “I already put some on. Thank you though. I’ll make you both a mojito. Sound good?” 

“Sounds perfect, Bayley. Thank you.” 

The two of you watched as Jey came up for air, smiling broadly at you both. “It feels amazing,” he beamed. “You coming in, pretty girl?” 

You nodded, making your way to the steps and easing into the cool water. Jey was quick to bring a float over to you, offering you a hand to keep you steady as you relaxed onto it. You didn’t want to get your hair wet. 

“Thank you,” you sighed, letting out a long sigh of contentment as the water cooled you off. 

“Feels good, right?” Jey’s long legs fluttered behind him as he swam beside you, resting his chin on your arm to stay close to you.

“It feels amazing,” you agreed. “You like it, baby?” 

Jey grinned, his smile almost as bright as the sun. “This is the coolest thing ever. I never get to swim.” 

“Never?” 

Jey shook his head. “Nope. Which is why this is so awesome. I love swimming. Hell of a lot more fun than running on a dumb treadmill.” 

You scratched his beard just to see him smile wider, his gold teeth glimmering in the sunlight. “I’m glad you like it, sweet boy,” you said. “I love seeing you happy.” 

“I am happy.” Jey pecked a quick kiss to your cheek. “I ain’t ever been happier. Can I pull you around?” 

You laughed. “Sure.” 

Jey grabbed your ankle and began paddling around the pool, tugging you behind him. You relaxed and closed your eyes, reaching out a manicured hand to feel the water between your fingers. 

Jey was having the time of his life, occasionally pausing to do a somersault underwater or practice a handstand. Bayley put on a playlist of soft tropical music, causing you to relax further on your float. With the cool water beneath you, the sun didn’t seem so overbearing. Instead it seemed warm and comforting, like a blanket lulling you to sleep.

Eventually you heard Bayley call for Jey to fetch your drink, your eyes opening as you felt Jey pass it to you. 

“For you,” he said, pressing the mojito into your hand. “It looks good.” 

He stared longingly at it and you frowned.  

“Where’s your drink, pretty boy?” 

Jey instantly perked up. “I’m allowed to have one?” 

“Of course,” you chuckled. “You can have whatever you want, baby.” 

Jey grinned, swimming back to the edge of the pool to motion to Bayley. “She said yes!” 

“I told you she would,” Bayley laughed, handing him a mojito of his own. “Enjoy it, cutie. You deserve it.” 

Jey accepted the drink gratefully, swimming back to your side to drink with you. You watched in amusement as he drank half of it in one sip, closing his eyes in contentment. 

“Why’d you have to ask me for one?” you questioned. 

Jey cocked his head to the side. “It’s one of my rules. I can’t drink unless you let me.” 

“Oh.” Had that rule been in his manual? “Well, you don’t have to worry about that any more, pup. You can drink whenever you want.” 

Jey rested his chin on your float, staring at you adoringly. “That’s sweet of you, pretty girl. I still have to ask though.” 

“For alcohol?” 

“Uh huh. It’s a rule.” 

You reached out to pet his hair, watching as he leaned lovingly into your touch. He always seemed starved for affection, as if he were unused to such gentleness. It only made you want to pet him more, just to see him happy. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want you to break your rules then.” you murmured and Jey seemed content with that. 

Jey found the pool toys within the first hour. 

Jackie had placed them in one of the bamboo storage bins, much to Jey’s delight, and he immediately dumped them in your lap and begged you to throw them. He would swim near your float, nearly vibrating in excitement as he saw them sink to the bottom, before diving under to collect them for you. 

In between making drinks, Bayley would sit on the edge of the pool and stick her legs in the water to chat. Jey quickly discovered that Bayley would throw the toys for him too, especially if he offered her his best puppy eyes. 

“You’re really gonna have to get him a collar,” Bayley commented, watching as he dove beneath the water for the hundredth time. “I think he might be part golden retriever.” 

You laughed. “I think you might be right. Sometimes he reminds me more of a puppy than a human.” 

Jey finally came up for air, holding up his diving toys like trophies. “Was I faster that time?” he asked, swimming back over to you. 

“You were, sweetheart,” you cooed, ruffling his hair. “Such a good boy.” 

Jey grinned, though his smile faded when he caught sight of who had stepped onto the balcony. 

“Ma’am.” 

You hadn’t realized that one of Seth’s security guards had left his post by the front door to make his way outside. You quickly sat up. They never left their post unless it was important. 

“Is everything alright?” you asked. 

The man nodded, his face impassive. “Yes ma’am. Mr. Moxley has informed us he’s on his way here. He wanted us to let you know.” 

“Oh.” You relaxed on your float again. “Okay. Thank you.” 

The man gave a curt nod and quickly retreated back inside. 

You noticed that Jey had now pressed himself against your float, watching warily as the man walked away. He didn’t like Seth’s security. 

“So, Mox is coming in today, huh?” Bayley mused, smiling at you. “I didn’t know he was back in town. Think he’ll want some lunch?” 

You chuckled. “It won’t hurt to make him something. Though I doubt he’ll sit and eat with us.” 

Bayley quickly stood, drying herself off with one of the beach towels Jackie had provided. “Well, I better go in and whip something up then. Are we eating outside today?” 

“Nah, we better go in. We need to give our skin a break and reapply some sunscreen. Don’t we, pup?” 

Jey pouted, but he still obediently nodded. 

“Sounds good,” Bayley said, packing up her mobile bar cart. “I’ll be in the kitchen. Let me know if you need anything.” 

“You got it, babes. Thank you!” 

Bayley waved and retreated inside, leaving you and Jey alone. 

Jey seemed thankful that you weren’t in a hurry to get out, his tattooed legs still fluttering behind him as he swam close to you. “Does he come here a lot?” 

“Who?” 

“Mr. Moxley.” 

You stretched your arms above your head, soaking the last bit of sun. “Mm hm. Daddy trusts him more than anyone in the world. If he’s not with Daddy, he’s with me.” 

Jey nodded in understanding, though he still looked a little nervous. 

“Hey.” You reached out to caress his cheek. “It’ll be alright, sweet boy. Uncle Mox is nice. He won’t be mean to you. I promise.” 

Jey smiled, staring up at you in rapt adoration. “Okay. I trust you.”

By the time Mox arrived, Bayley was nearly done with lunch. You and Jey had gone inside to dry off and reapply sunscreen, waiting patiently in the living room for the food to be ready. 

The front door opened and you were quick to jump up, a large smile on your face once you caught sight of who was in the doorway. 

“Uncle Moxie!” You were quick to make your way across the room, leaping into Mox’s arms and clinging to his neck in a hug. “I missed you so much!” 

Mox caught you easily, chuckling as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Sweet girl,” he cooed, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. “I missed you too. I see you’ve been swimming today.” 

“I have!” You released his neck to stare at him, immediately gasping when you caught sight of the bruise around his right eye. “Oh my god! What happened?” 

Mox smirked. “Just a little tussle, baby. That’s all. Nothing to worry your pretty head about.” 

“You promised you’d be careful,” you chided. “That doesn’t look careful.” 

“You worry too much.” Mox kissed your cheek again, slowly easing you back down to the floor. He was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, his usual attire. You noticed that his knuckles were bruised and he had a large bandage peeking out from beneath the collar of his jacket. You sighed in exasperation. 

“I take it your trip was a success then.” 

Mox winked at you. “Always, sweet girl.”

“Neat or on the rocks?” Bayley called from the kitchen, holding up a bottle of Mox’s favorite bourbon. “And don’t try to act like you don’t want it.” 

Mox looked over at her and chuckled. “Oh, I want it. But I can’t have it. I’m still on the clock.” 

“You’re always on the clock,” you pouted, tugging on his leather jacket to catch a glimpse of the gun he was hiding beneath it. “You work too hard, Moxie. Why don’t you come swim with us?” 

Mox didn’t say anything in return, his eyes now trained on where Jey stood in the living room. You didn’t miss the way Mox’s body tensed, no longer smiling as he watched Jey shift uncomfortably beneath his gaze. 

“Did Daddy tell you he got me a present?” You tried to inject some cheeriness into your tone, hoping to drive away the grumpy look forming on Mox’s face. “He got me a puppy! Isn’t he cute?” 

“Hm.” Mox didn’t seem impressed, brushing past you to make his way to the living room. You were quick to follow, tugging on Mox’s arm to slow him down. 

“Wait, Moxie,” you pleaded, trying to get him to look at you. “I told him you’d be nice. Please don’t do that thing.” 

Mox stared at you. “What thing?” 

“That thing you do where you try to scare everyone,” you huffed. “Jey is sweet and I like him. I want you to be nice, okay?” 

Mox grumbled, but he didn’t argue with you, stepping forward until he was in Jey’s personal space. Jey was quick to bow his head, hunching his shoulders to appear smaller. Although Mox was only a few inches taller, he looked like a giant compared to Jey. 

“Look at me,” Mox snapped. Jey immediately obeyed, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared up at him. 

“Moxie!” you chided, tugging on his jacket. “I said, be nice!” 

Mox ignored you. Instead, he reached out a hand to roughly grab Jey’s chin, turning his head from side to side to examine him. Jey’s body was relaxed, but his eyes were still wide, the color draining from his face as Mox continued to manhandle him. 

“You one of Hunter’s?” Mox grunted, still keeping that firm grip on Jey’s chin. 

“Yes, sir.” Jey’s voice was hoarse, still obediently maintaining Mox’s gaze even though his hands were shaking. 

Mox noticed. 

“You afraid of me?” Mox’s grip tightened on Jey’s chin and Jey whimpered, his eyes flickering to the gun beneath Mox’s jacket. 

“Yes, sir.” 

Mox smirked. “Good.” 

“Moxie,” you sighed, now exasperated. “Please.” 

Mox held Jey’s eyes for a few moments longer before finally releasing his chin, casting an amused glance in your direction. “Already protective, pretty girl? He hasn’t even been here three days.” 

You clenched your jaw, quickly moving to Jey’s side to comfort him. “I’m sorry, sweet boy,” you murmured, reaching out to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Uncle Mox is just in a bad mood. Why don’t you go help Bayley in the kitchen, hm? Then we’ll eat lunch.” 

Jey eyed Mox nervously, but he still nodded. “Okay.” 

Your stomach was in knots as you watched Jey nearly flee from the room, making a beeline for the kitchen where Bayley was waiting. Thankfully, Bayley had seen everything. 

“I’m glad you’re here, cutie!” You heard her say, already trying to bring a smile back to your boy’s face. “Come on, you can help me finish this up.” 

Mox collapsed on one of the couches, already pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket. You frowned at him. 

“Would it kill you to be nice? Just for once?” 

Mox shrugged, balancing the cigarette between his lips. “I don’t know. It might.” 

You made your way over to him and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, your frown deepening. “You told me you were cutting back.” 

Mox leaned back against the couch, looking up at you in amusement. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. Just because I’m cutting back doesn’t mean I’ve quit.” 

“You should quit.” 

Mox reached out and grabbed the cigarette from your hand so quickly you could barely track the movement, smirking at your surprised gasp. You’d forgotten how fast he could be. 

“Well, I’ll take it in baby steps,” he murmured, the damn thing dangling from the corner of his mouth again. “Sound fair?” 

You crossed your arms and Mox chuckled, leaning forward to grab your waist. “Don’t be like that, honey,” he rumbled, pulling you into his lap. “You know I’ll quit eventually.” 

“That’s not what I’m mad about.” 

Still, you didn’t resist when he pulled you closer, your legs straddling him as he gazed up at you. 

“What? I can’t put the fear of God in your little boy toy?” 

You worked your jaw in frustration. “Jey’s sweet. You didn’t have to scare him.”

Mox grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. You saw his hand creeping to his jacket pocket, no doubt to search for a lighter, but you were quick to stop him. Mox sighed. 

“Look, I’m sorry, alright? Force of habit.” 

“What habit? Being rude?” 

“Pretty much, yeah.” 

You sighed again and Mox leaned up to kiss your cheek, still looking amused. “Aw, come on, baby. It’s my job to keep you safe. He needs to know that. A little fear won’t hurt him. I’m sure he’s used to it.” 

You pushed him away, now irritated. “Well, I don’t want him to be afraid here,” you snapped. “I want him to be happy. So no more scaring him. Promise?” 

Mox’s smile faded, something hard gleaming in his eyes. “You know I can’t promise that, sweetheart.” 

He leaned back against the couch and you caught another glimpse of the gun beneath his jacket, a small bolt of fear running down your spine at the sight. 

It felt like a reminder. 

Mox might be affectionate with you, but you had to remember that this man was dangerous. He wasn’t careless. He wasn’t kind. He was a weapon. A threat. He always had been. And just like he had frightened Jey, he had frightened you as well. 

You remembered the first time you’d met him—his eyes cold and his mouth set to a grimace. He was mean and carried a gun, seemingly more of a vicious attack dog than a human being. He never spoke to you. He was merely your shadow, an aloof bodyguard that you could only assume hated you. 

That is, until the incident in Madrid. 

A few men had tried to rob Seth’s apartment, killing two security guards and breaking down your bedroom door. If Mox hadn’t been there, you were sure you’d be dead. Or worse. 

Mox has somehow managed to take all four of them, despite being outnumbered and fighting in the dark. You’d never seen so much blood. 

He found you huddled behind a table afterwards, shaking like a leaf with tears in your eyes. He reached out a hand to you, his eyes no longer cold, his face no longer mean. 

“It’s alright,” he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.” 

That was the first time you’d seen anything remotely human on his normally cruel face. He’d been kind, holding you close and whispering low words of comfort until Seth arrived. And even though you were covered in blood, you’d never felt safer. 

That was over a year ago. Now, you and Mox got along well. He’d grown fond of you, it seemed, and even seemed happy whenever you straddled his lap or pressed a soft kiss to his scruffy cheek. That didn’t change the fact that he was still Seth’s weapon. And still dangerous. 

“I know you want to keep me safe,” you murmured. “But Jey’s not a threat, Moxie. Daddy wouldn’t have given him to me if he was.” 

Mox clenched his jaw, his eyes harder than steel. “If Seth had any sense at all, he wouldn’t have been so damn reckless. I told him this was a bad idea.” 

“But why?” You reached out to play with Mox’s beard. “Daddy said he knew Jey’s boss. And he has a contract…” 

“Oh, trust me. I know all about Hunter’s fancy little business here in Miami,” Mox grumbled. “He trains his whores well, I’ll give him that. But having anyone here long-term is a security risk, baby. You know that.” 

You hated that he was right. Jey was an outsider. Mox had taught you long ago that anyone outside of Seth’s inner circle couldn’t be trusted. Seth’s business was too dangerous. And when this much money was involved, things got complicated. 

“Well, it’s a good thing we have you here to keep us safe then,” you said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “To protect us from big, scary, dangerous Jey.” 

Mox didn’t laugh, his gaze still cold as he stared up at you. “I’ll have to give him a security briefing today.” 

“I know.” 

“And lay out the consequences of what will happen if he steps out of line.” 

“I know.” 

“You gonna get mad when he gets scared again?” 

You sighed. “Only if you take it too far, Moxie,” you murmured. “And I know you won’t.” 

Mox seemed to soften a little at that, leaning up to press a kiss of his own beneath your jaw. “Don’t look so glum, pretty girl,” he rumbled, a playful twinkle now in his eye. “Besides, I got something for you.” 

You instantly perked up. “You did?” 

“Mm hm.” Mox snapped his fingers at one of the security guards who quickly brought a small bag to your side. "You know I had to add to your collection."

You opened the bag and gasped in delight. "You got me another one?” You gingerly removed the paper and fished out a large snowglobe, the words Hong Kong written in glittery letters at the bottom. You giggled. “Aw, it’s so pretty, Moxie. Thank you!” 

It had started out as a joke. The first time Seth had sent Mox away to handle business it had been near Christmas. You hadn’t wanted Mox to leave, especially so close to the holidays, but Seth had insisted. When Mox got back, he gifted you a snowglobe from Havana, joking about how it felt just like New York at Christmastime. 

“You’ve gotta have at least a dozen by now, sweetheart,” Mox chuckled, dismissing the security guard with a flick of his wrist. “You like it?” 

You couldn’t help but kiss him again. “I love it.” 

Mox didn’t eat lunch with you, opting instead to step out onto the balcony to smoke.  

Jey seemed timid as he sat beside you in the dining room, his eyes still watching Mox warily through the glass windows. You felt horrible. 

“Jey.” You set your silverware down to look at him, your heart clenching when you caught sight of his wide puppy eyes. “I…owe you an apology.” 

Jey furrowed his brow, cocking his head adorably to the side as he often did whenever he was confused. “For what, pretty girl?” 

You let out a long breath. “I told you Uncle Mox would be nice to you and he wasn’t. I know he scared you, Jey. And I’m really sorry. I should have known he’d be like that and warned you. Can you forgive me?” 

Jey seemed taken aback by your words, as if he’d never heard an apology before. “I…” He seemed unsure of what to say, setting his napkin down on the table as he gathered his thoughts. “I mean, of course, baby. You ain’t got nothing to apologize for. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

You shook your head. “No, I should have remembered what he was like when I first met him. He scared the shit out of me too. He’s like that with everyone who first meets him. I should have known he’d try to scare you. I’m sorry, Jey. Really I am.” 

Jey blinked, still looking confused. “No, no,” he murmured, reaching out to take your hand. He seemed distressed. “It’s okay, pretty girl. Really. He just…” Jey trailed off, glancing subconsciously over at Mox again through the glass windows. “He just a little intimidating, I guess. That’s all.” 

As if summoned by Jey’s words, Mox arrived back inside, slamming the balcony door behind him with such a force that you both jumped.

“I gotta get back downtown,” Mox muttered, glancing at his watch. “You done with lunch? I still need to talk to your little boy toy.” 

You squeezed Jey’s hand again. “You done, sweetheart?” 

Jey nodded, still watching Mox warily. You noticed that his leg was bouncing under the table nervously, his grip on your hand tight. 

“Good.” Mox motioned for Jey to join him in the living room. “You can wait outside for us, pretty girl. We won’t be long.” 

You felt Jey tense beside you, unwilling to let go of your hand even as you pulled away. 

“It’s alright,” you cooed, standing up to press a gentle kiss to his temple. “I’ll be right outside if you need me.” 

Jey let out a small whimper, his face pale as he glanced over at a very grumpy-looking Mox. You kissed him again. 

“I’ll be watching the whole time,” you whispered. “But I need you to be alone with him for a little bit, sweetheart. Just to prove to you that he can be trusted. He won’t hurt you, baby. I promise.” 

You forced yourself to walk away, refusing to look back over your shoulder to see Jey’s sad puppy eyes. You knew this would be good for him. Being fearful of Mox would only be a problem. You needed Jey to trust him. Or at least, not be terrified by his presence. Mox was a permanent fixture in your life. It would be easier for Jey to adjust to him now, rather than later. 

You stepped out into the blistering Miami heat, settling under the shade of an umbrella to watch through the glass windows as Jey and Mox talked. Jey sat hesitantly on the couch, his eyes still pleading as he gazed at you through the window. You gave him an encouraging smile and Jey seemed to relax a little, giving his full attention back to Mox as he towered over him. 

Your phone buzzed and you were quick to pull it from the pocket of your cover-up, smiling when you saw the name on your homescreen. 

You and Ryan had been friends for about a year now, the two of you forming a close bond. Her sugar daddy, Damian, was one of Seth’s business associates. Although you didn’t know much about Seth’s business, you knew that Uncle Damian ran Seth’s business on the East Coast, a vital part of the organization. 

Damian and Seth got along better than most of Seth’s other business associates. Damian was patient and diplomatic, traits that Seth admired (and needed). Because of this, you and Ryan saw each other often, even if you lived a continent away. 

It had been a few days since you’d last heard from her, though this wasn’t surprising. A major socialite on the New York party scene, she was always attending some party or another. Last you heard, she had thrown a party so big it had taken over The Blond, a nightclub in downtown Manhattan, and partied so hard she jumped out of a two story window and made out with Bella Hadid. Allegedly. 

You glanced up at Jey. He was still sitting on the couch in the living room, giving his rapt attention to Mox as he droned on. He still seemed tense, but he didn’t look like he was about to run out the door which you took as a good sign. 

You returned to your phone. 

The door to the balcony opened and you set your phone to the side, watching as Jey and Mox finally emerged from the living room. 

Jey’s face was hard to read, though you noticed that he was still keeping his distance from Mox, seemingly relieved to be back at your side. 

“How’d it go?” you asked.

Jey was avoiding Mox’s eyes like the plague. “Good.” 

“He’s not as dumb as he looks,” Mox grunted, pulling out another cigarette. “Might make a decent pet for you after all.” 

“Moxie,” you chided, standing up to press a reassuring kiss to Jey’s cheek. “You wanna get back in the pool, sweet boy?” 

Jey perked up. “Can I?” 

“Of course. I’ll be in soon.” 

Jey grinned, though it quickly faded when he caught Mox’s eye again. “It was nice to meet you, sir,” Jey murmured.

Mox snorted in amusement. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Just remember what I said. Keep your nose clean and we won’t have a problem.” 

“Yes, sir.” Jey looked at you again and you gave him a reassuring nod. “Go on, baby. Enjoy yourself.” 

Jey’s smile returned, sprinting from your side to quickly cannonball into the pool once more. You laughed in delight. 

“Aw, Moxie, isn’t he the cutest?” 

“Adorable.” Mox grunted, reaching for a lighter. You quickly stepped forward and smacked his hand away. 

“I don’t want you smoking out here. The smell lingers.” 

Mox raised an eyebrow. “It’s either out here or in the house. Your choice, sweetheart.” 

He pulled out the lighter and you were quick to snatch it. You could be fast too. “You already had one earlier,” you reminded. “At least wait until later for your next one. I thought you were cutting back?” 

Mox let out an unhappy grunt, but you were grateful when he finally pocketed the cigarette, much to your relief. You passed the light back to him. “Thank you. Those things kill, you know.”  

“Other things do too,” Mox muttered. “Your little pet better understand that.” 

You both watched as Jey burst up to the surface, a wide, child-like grin on his face. He seemed so happy to be back in the water, his long tattooed legs fluttering behind him as he swam around the deep end. He waved at you when he caught you staring and you waved back with a giggle. God, he was the cutest thing in the world. 

“You sure you don’t want to stay, Moxie?” 

Mox chuckled. “I gotta get back downtown to your Daddy, sweet girl. But I’ll be back tonight.” 

You smiled up at him. “Good. I’ve missed having you around.” 

“Even with your new puppy keeping you company?” Mox smirked. “Thought you wouldn’t have missed me at all.” 

“Oh, stop.” You leaned up to kiss his cheek. “See you tonight then. Be safe.” 

“Don’t I always?” 

“Nope.”

Mox grinned. “But I always come back to you, don’t I?” 

Yes, thankfully. He did. 

You and Jey swam for the rest of the afternoon. Jey seemed to have an endless amount of energy, still begging both you and Bayley to throw the pool toys in the deep end for him to fetch. He seemed pleased to have some sort of task to accomplish, eager for a simple pat on the head or word of praise. 

You were beginning to see that Jey was hungry. Hungry for the smallest scrap of approval, the tiniest nod of encouragement. Any sort of positivity brought the widest, most beautiful smile you’d ever seen to his face. To say he was motivated by praise was an understatement. 

Eventually Bayley left to make dinner and it took a considerable amount of coaxing to get Jey out of the pool. 

“Come on, Jey,” you pleaded. You felt like a dog owner trying to lure their pup inside with treats. “It’s time to get out. We can take a nice bath and get something to eat. Won’t that feel good?” 

Jey didn’t seem to agree, shaking his head unhappily as you tried to urge him out of the water. 

“Puppy, please,” you begged. “It’s time to go inside. Be a good boy and come on out.” 

Jey still seemed unhappy. “We gotta leave?” he pouted, his eyes sad as he gazed up at you from the deep end of the pool. 

“Yes, baby. We can’t stay in here all day. It’s bad for your skin.”

“But my skin is fine,” he protested, flexing an arm muscle as if that proved anything. “I ain’t gonna get burned. I promise.”

“We’ll swim tomorrow, sweetheart,” you promised, feeling desperate now. “But for now you gotta get out, okay? Come on, let me get you washed up.”

Jey pouted, but he didn’t argue. He slowly made his way to the steps, practically dragging his feet as he climbed out of the pool. 

“That’s a good boy,” you praised, wrapping a towel around him and pulling him close. “I know you still wanted to swim, puppy, but we’ll swim more tomorrow.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jey seemed satisfied with that, allowing you to usher him back inside. 

You weren’t sure why you didn’t just allow Jey to shower on his own. Perhaps Mox was right. Perhaps you were protective of Jey, even though he hadn’t been with you long. You felt responsible for him. And you loved taking care of him. 

It didn’t help that Jey seemed to eat it all up. He didn’t argue when you drew him a bath and eased him into it, your hands soft and your words soothing as you bathed him. He seemed happy to be pampered like this, struggling to keep his eyes open as you rubbed his tattooed skin with a loofah and massaged shampoo into his hair. Perhaps he really was a puppy after all. He certainly allowed you to treat him like one, nearly whining in protest when you finally drained the water and urged him back out. 

“I’ve got you, pup,” you murmured, unwilling to take your hands off him. “I’ve got you.” 

You took comfort from the fact that Jey seemed happy. You noticed that he hadn’t stopped smiling since you left the pool, continuing to stare at you in adoration whenever he thought you weren’t paying attention. His body was relaxed, his expression alternating between contentment and gratitude, depending on your words. 

And you had a lot of words for him. 

“Such a good boy,” you whispered, drying off his hair with a fresh towel and pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “So pretty and sweet. I’m so lucky Daddy gave you to me.” 

Jey lived for this: your praise, your attention, your soft touch. You heard him sigh in contentment more than once, making sure to pepper your hand with kisses whenever you reached out to touch him. You giggled when you tried to apply some moisturizer to his face and he leaned forward to lick your cheek, his grin at you playful and lopsided. 

“You’re so cute,” you gushed, kissing the tip of his nose. “I can’t wait for Daddy to get home so we can play.” 

Jey perked up at the word play, his grin widening in excitement. The sight was infectious. 

“I’m glad you’re excited too, sweet boy,” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Now go on in the kitchen and keep Bayley company. I’ve got to freshen up too.” 

Jey’s brow suddenly furrowed, his hands reached out to tug on your bathing suit coverup. “You need help, baby?” he murmured. “I can take care of you too.” 

You smiled. “I’m okay, sweetheart,” you assured him, shooing him towards the bedroom door. “I want to take care of you today. And I don’t want you to worry about a thing. Can you do that for me?” 

Jey seemed doubtful. “I mean… if that’s what you want…” 

“It is,” you insisted. “Now go on and keep Bayley company. But no chores. You’re still a guest, remember?” 

Jey nodded slowly. You knew that your specific orders directly contradicted his training, but you didn’t care. Jey wasn’t here to do the dishes or clean the floors. He was here to be pampered and taken care of. Period. 

By the time Seth and Mox arrived back home, you and Jey had just finished dinner. You were laughing at a funny story Jey was telling you, a wine glass dangling from your fingers when the front door opened. 

“Daddy!” You were quick to jump up from your seat, throwing your arms around Seth’s neck to pull him close. “I missed you!” 

“I missed you too, princess,” Seth chuckled, kissing your forehead. He smelled strange, like woodchips and sawdust, but you knew better than to question it. “Did you have a good day?” 

“We did! Jey and I went swimming.” 

“I heard about that,” Seth mused, glancing over at where Jey stood by the table. “And were you good for Mox, boy toy?” 

Jey took a tentative step forward, his eyes darting to Mox from where he stood behind Seth. “Yes…sir.” 

Seth followed Jey’s nervous gaze, raising an eyebrow at his right hand man. “Moxie… did you scare my pretty boy today?” 

Mox shrugged. “I just reminded him of the rules and the consequences for stepping out of line. Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

“Somehow I doubt that.” Seth’s words were annoyed, but he didn’t seem too upset, smiling over at Jey as he beckoned him to his side. “Come here, sweet boy. Mox won’t hurt you. He’s here to protect you. Even if he is a little mean sometimes.” 

Jey took another tentative step forward, though he still seemed nervous to approach, his eyes never leaving Mox from where he stood nearby. Seth let out another sigh.  

“Mox, go scan the perimeter or something,” Seth huffed, waving him away. “You’re scaring my boy half to death.” 

“Your boy?” Mox chuckled, though he still obeyed, brushing past you to head into the kitchen. “Don’t tell me you’re already attached, Seth.” 

Seth grinned. “Maybe a little.” 

With Mox across the room, Jey seemed to relax again, quickly making his way to Seth’s side to allow Seth to wrap a long arm around his waist. 

“Sweet boy,” Seth cooed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Jey’s temple. “Did you have a good day with my pretty girl?” 

“Yes, sir.” Jey looked up at Seth through long eyelashes, his hands reaching out to tentatively feel the soft fabric of Seth’s suit.

Seth’s smile widened, quickly reaching out with his other arm to pull you close to his side as well. You giggled, pressing yourself close to Jey as Seth kept an arm around each of you. He seemed to like having two pretty toys in his arms, his gaze equally fond at both of you.

“I believe we have some unfinished business from this morning, my angels,” Seth murmured, a mischievous twinkle now in his eye. “Or did you both forget how hard you tried to keep me here this morning?” 

You and Jey shared a knowing look, both of you trying to hide a smile. 

“ I don’t know what you mean, Daddy,” you said, staring up at him innocently. “We just got sad at the thought of you leaving. That’s all.”

“Yeah, we didn’t want you to go,” Jey chimed in, his own eyes just as round and innocent. “We just wanted some more time to play with you, Daddy.”

That lustful fire returned to Seth’s dark eyes. “Well, I’m here now,” he murmured, his grip on both of you tightening. His gap-toothed smile was so bright it lit up the entire room. “So, let’s play.”

Jey naked was a work of art. His body was lithe and lean, his skin a gorgeous shade of copper and covered with the most beautiful ink you’d ever seen. Trim and yet muscled by consistent time in the gym, Jey naked was something special to behold. 

Seth, as always, was appreciative of beauty. That’s why he’d started a collection of pretty toys to keep his bed warm in the first place. You watched as he palmed the soft flesh of Jey’s hip, his dark eyes raking across Jey’s perfect form as he laid on his stomach across the bed. Seth’s eyes traveled up to you, watching with delight as Jey continued to lick and suck at your weeping sex. He seemed fascinated to watch your face contort with pleasure, nearly writhing against the mattress as Jey’s talented tongue found every sensitive spot between your legs. 

“So pretty,” Seth breathed, his hand still moving, still kneading at the firm flesh of Jey’s ass. “Both of you are. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 

You wanted to reply to him, but Jey’s syrupy tongue had stolen your words ages ago. Jey seemed to know exactly where to lick to nudge you to the precipice of pleasure every time, though you couldn’t be sure if it was because he had learned about your body quickly or if he really was just that well-trained. Either way, you weren’t complaining. Not when Jey’s clever tongue was wringing every ounce of pleasure from you, causing delicious heat to pool in your stomach and electric sparks to shoot up your spine. 

You hadn’t realized that Seth was hovering over you now, his large hand reaching up to brush some hair from your face. 

“Is your puppy making you feel good?” Seth asked, his eyes so dark you felt lost in them. 

“Yes, Daddy,” you managed to whisper. “S’good.” 

Seth chuckled, his long fingers still reaching out to twirl some of your hair between his fingers. “That’s good, baby. I’m glad you like him.” 

You let out a small whine, reaching up to clutch at the soft fabric of Seth’s dress shirt. Seth chuckled again, allowing you to pull him closer. 

“What is it, princess? What’s wrong?” 

“Daddy, please,” you mewled, still struggling to sit still as Jey’s perfect tongue dipped into your empty hole. “I want to see my puppy make you happy too.” 

Seth’s smile widened. “Oh? You want me to do what we talked about before?” 

You quickly nodded. “Yes, Daddy. So bad. My puppy can make you feel good, Daddy. I know he can.” You reached down to pet Jey’s curls, smiling when you saw Jey’s large brown eyes staring up at both of you. “Do you want to make Daddy feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, your breath hitching when Jey’s tongue curled deeper inside you. “You… oh fuck… you gonna be a good boy for me and let Daddy fuck you?” 

Jey nodded eagerly, still obediently keeping his mouth latched onto you as you kept your hand curled into his soft hair. Jey’s eyes flickered over to Seth, letting out a small whimper when he caught sight of Seth’s knowing grin. 

“Aw, poor puppy needs it bad,” Seth teased, looking back at you. “But are you sure that’s what you want, baby? For me to fuck your little boy toy?” 

You felt your pussy spasm at his words, Jey’s eyelids fluttering as he felt your walls contract around his tongue. God, now that Seth had said, you couldn’t get it out of your head. The mental image of Jey on all fours, getting fucked by your Daddy’s massive cock while he ate you out was suddenly the most enticing thing in the world. You wanted it. More than anything. 

“Please, Daddy,” you pleaded, uncaring of how pitiful you sounded. “I want to see it so bad. I just know he’ll look so pretty getting fucked. And he’ll make you feel good, Daddy. I promise.” 

“Okay, okay.” Seth pressed one final kiss to your forehead before standing up, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt as he smiled down at you. “If you really want me to…” 

“I do!” 

Seth smirked, grabbing a bottle of lube from the bedside table and returning back to Jey’s side. Jey’s eyes tracked Seth’s every movement, still keeping that talented tongue of his busy even as he arched his back to present himself to Seth. 

“What an obedient little toy,” Seth cooed, running his hand along Jey’s tattooed spine just to watch him tremble with need. “I can tell you want it, puppy. And it seems like your owner wants to watch.” 

Jey’s eyes flickered back to you, letting out what sounded like a mumbled thank you against your soaked hole. 

“Such good manners,” you praised, your breathing still uneven as he continued to lick against you. “So sweet and well-trained. Daddy’s going to make you feel good, puppy. And you’re going to be a good boy for us, aren’t you?” 

Jey nodded again, his tongue so deep inside you that you could barely keep your eyes open. You heard Seth chuckle when Jey spread his legs wider, whimpering again as Seth’s nimble fingers continued to trace the ink on his lower back. 

“So eager,” Seth mused, his fingers drifting down to Jey’s tailbone. “But you’ve been eager since I first bought you. Haven’t you, slut?” 

The sharp sound of Seth’s palm connecting with Jey’s ass echoed in the bedroom, Jey letting out a low moan at the feeling as he continued to eat you out. Seth laughed again, though this time it sounded a little bit more maniacal. A little bit more unstable. 

“Bet you’d like it if I smacked you around a little first,” Seth continued, that familiar look gleaming in his eyes. “I remember reading that in your little handbook. Don’t mind a little pain as long as I don’t leave any permanent marks. Isn’t that right, boy toy?” 

Jey moaned again in agreement, still thrusting his ass up in the air invitingly. While you appreciated his eagerness to please, you didn’t want there to be any pain tonight. And you knew that Seth had… tendencies. Sometimes he went just a little crazy. Just a little mad. 

“No hurting him tonight,” you begged, keeping that soft hand in Jey’s curls to pet him. “He’s been good all day, Daddy. I want to reward him. Please?” 

Seth’s hand was still caressing the soft skin of Jey’s ass, his gaze up at you considering. You were relieved when he finally said, “If that’s what you want, pretty girl.” 

“It is, Daddy.” You smiled at him. “Be nice to him tonight. Like you are with me.” 

“Like I am with you…” Seth repeated, his lube-covered fingers finding Jey’s hole with ease. “I can do that.” 

When Seth finally breached Jey with his fingers, you felt Jey suddenly tense between your legs, letting out a breathy gasp before forcing himself to relax. You could tell that he had been trained to deal with the sudden intrusion, ensuring that he took a few deep breaths to steady himself even as he continued to lick up into you. 

“What a talented boy,” you praised, scratching behind his ear just to watch those pretty eyelids flutter again. “Being so good for me already.” 

Jey moaned in appreciation, his tongue now paying special attention to your clit. 

“So good…” you breathed, throwing your head back against the pillow. God, Jey was talented. Even as Seth continued to open him up, his clever fingers scissoring and stretching his hole, Jey was still focused on your pleasure. You could feel his lips forming a tight seal around your clit, sucking on the bud with fervor. 

“Fuck!” you gasped, writhing beneath him. The pleasure was so good you felt like you would vibrate out of your skin with it. 

“Aw, look at my sweet little pets,” Seth cooed, still working to open Jey up further. “My gorgeous girl and my pretty puppy. You both look so adorable like this.” 

You knew when Seth’s two fingers found Jey’s prostate when Jey suddenly stiffened as if he’d been shot with volts of electricity, a high-pitched keen tearing from the back of his throat. 

“Ahhhh, there it is.” Seth’s tone was cajoling, urging his fingers towards that rewarding spot inside Jey again. “You make the cutest sounds, puppy. You like having Daddy’s fingers in your hole?” 

Jey whined again, nodding against your pussy with wide, lust-blown eyes. 

Seth chuckled again, adding a third finger when Jey didn’t protest. “Such a good boy.” 

You could feel Jey’s control beginning to slip–his tongue less precise, his lips occasionally pulling away from you as he tried to control his breathing. Your grip tightened on his hair, eliciting another whimper from Jey’s throat. 

“Focus, Jey,” you reminded, your breathing ragged as you edged closer and closer to orgasm. “Focus on me.” 

Seth’s hand landed heavily on Jey’s ass and he jumped in surprise, letting out a small yelp at the sting. 

“I know I don’t have to remind you to do your job, slut.” There was a warning in Seth’s tone, twisting his wrist back and forth as he continued to stretch Jey’s hole. “You forget your training already?” 

Jey stared up at you apologetically, returning to pull your clit back into his mouth with a new intensity. You groaned in appreciation. 

“There we go,” you gasped, petting him. “Good boy, Jey.” 

Seth seemed pleased with Jey’s renewed efforts, rewarding him with another brush to his prostate. “That’s better,” he muttered. “Would hate to punish you after you’ve been so good for pretty girl today.” 

Jey obediently remained focused on you, forcing himself not to falter even as Seth began poking and prodding at that sensitive spot inside him over and over again. 

Once he deemed Jey sufficiently stretched, Seth finally removed his fingers from Jey’s hole. Jey made a strangled sound at the loss, though he still kept his mouth on you, his tongue now working frantically to bring you closer to your climax. 

“I’m close,” you gasped and Jey was quick to respond, doubling his efforts to push you even closer. You felt his warm hands on the inside of your thighs to nudge your legs even further apart, suddenly feeling exposed as Jey’s mouth closed around your clit one last time. Pleasure blended with euphoria as you teetered over the edge, struggling to keep your eyes open as that warmth continued to unfurl from inside you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, instinctively seeking out the man who gave you everything your heart desired. “Daddy…” 

“I know, baby,” Seth replied, smiling at you. “I wanna see you fall apart on your puppy’s tongue. Go ahead, angel. Make a mess for me.” 

Obeying him was the easiest thing in the world. 

You felt yourself fall over the edge of pleasure, your entire body locking up as intense, earth-shattering heat rolled through you. You knew that your fingers had twisted painfully into Jey’s scalp, but you were too far gone to care. All you could do was ride wave after wave of euphoria, enjoying the feeling as fireworks exploded behind your eyelids. 

Eventually you felt your body relax, finally releasing that steel-like grip on Jey’s hair and petting him in apology for how hard you had pulled on it. 

“So good for me,” you praised, your voice hoarse as if you’d been screaming. “Such a good boy.” 

Jey finally released you, his mouth slick and his beard shiny with your release. His eyes were still round with longing, his pupils still blown wide with lust. He leaned up a little and you could see the wet spot that had formed on the bed from pre-come leaking from the tip of his pretty dick. 

“You always look so beautiful when you come, baby,” Seth praised, slicking his all-to-willing cock with the remainder of the lube on his hands. “Don’t think I can get enough of it.” 

You smiled and gave a cat-like stretch against the bed, excited to see the rest of the show. 

“You gonna fuck him now, Daddy?” 

Seth offered a cheshire grin, his free hand reaching out to grip the firm flesh of Jey’s hip. “Mm hm. You gonna watch, pretty girl?” 

“I know you’ll put on a good show,” you teased, leaning back against the pillow as you watched Jey lean back up until he was on all fours again. 

Seth ran an appreciative hand down Jey’s flank, smiling with satisfaction as Jey trembled at his touch. 

“I’ve been wanting this juicy ass of your ass since I first saw it,” Seth breathed. “Been wanting to fuck you from the minute I laid eyes on you.” 

Jey whimpered as Seth landed another swat to his ass again, though you suspected it was just so Seth could see the flesh there jiggle. 

Seth began to press in, drawing out low, creaky groans from Jey. They struggled with it at first. You could see Jey already trying to rock back to take in more of Seth, eager and greedy to feel something inside him, but Seth wasn’t having it. He tightened his grip on Jey’s ass to keep him still, forcing himself to go slow lest he break his promise to you that he would be gentle tonight. 

“Greedy slut,” Seth growled, his breathing uneven as he felt Jey’s velvety walls spasm and clench around him. “We go at my pace. Understand?” 

He landed another swat to Jey’s ass for emphasis and Jey moaned. “Yes, sir.” 

“Sir?” Seth sounded offended. Before you even realized what was happening, Seth’s hand shot out to grab at Jey’s hair, wrenching his head back and forcing his back to bow even further. “I thought I was something different, Jey. I’m disappointed.” 

Jey’s cock jumped at the rough treatment, his mouth falling open as Seth’s long fingers tangled in his hair. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he whimpered, screwing his eyes shut when Seth tugged harder against his scalp. “I…I didn’t mean it.” 

“Hm…” Seth didn’t seem convinced, still keeping that unforgiving grip on Jey’s hair as he pushed even further in. Eventually Seth bottomed out, his balls now pressed flush against Jey’s thick ass. “Here I am fucking you exactly like you want and you call me sir? What am I? Just another john to you? Just any old client? I’m hurt, Jey. I thought we were closer.” 

Jey trembled in Seth’s hold, his body still arched perfectly as Seth kept his cruel fingers twisted in his hair. “Daddy, please,” he begged, his fingers curled so tightly in the sheets that the fabric had twisted. “Daddy, I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.” 

Seth cackled, the sharp noise echoing off the bedroom walls. “What do you think, pretty girl?” he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Does he sound sorry enough?” 

You let out a breathless chuckle. “I think he’s really sorry, Daddy,” you told him, watching as tears began to form in the corner of Jey’s eyes from the pain in his scalp. “And I don’t think he meant it. He needs to get used to calling you Daddy. Just like I did.” 

“Hmph,” Seth groused, still unmoving from where he sat balls-deep inside Jey. “I guess you’re right.” 

He finally released Jey’s hair and Jey let out a relieved gasp, his head falling forward to press against the mattress. 

“But I still expect to be called Daddy from now on,” Seth complained, swatting Jey’s ass again just to watch it jiggle, seemingly mesmerized by the sight. “Am I clear?” 

“Yes, Daddy,” Jey agreed, struggling to keep his hips still as Seth sat unmoving inside him. “I can be good. I promise.” 

Seth’s grin lit up the room like the sun. “I know you can, sweetheart,” he praised, finally pulling out to thrust back into the tight, wet warmth of Jey’s hole. Jey let out a beautiful sound at the feeling, Seth starting out with a slow, gentle pattern. 

While you’d been content to lay back against the pillows and watch, Jey’s face was causing you to lean up in curiosity, wanting to be closer to him. He was just so devastatingly beautiful–his round puppy eyes simmering with arousal, his soft lips open and panting, his beard still shiny with spit and your release. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch his cheek, watching in wonder as Jey nuzzled into your hand, seemingly desperate for your touch. 

“So sweet,” you murmured, almost to yourself. “Just the cutest, most precious puppy. You like getting fucked by Daddy?” 

Jey nodded, meeting your gaze with dark, lust-blown eyes. 

Seth shifted the angle of his hips and Jey froze, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling. 

“Looks like Daddy found that special spot inside you, baby,” you whispered, reaching out to brush some of the hair from his face. “Does it feel good, pup?” 

Jey couldn’t answer, his body jerking in pleasure as Seth began picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

“Come here, pretty girl,” Seth murmured, crooking a finger in your direction. “Come look.” 

You were quick to crawl to Seth’s side, pressing a gentle kiss to the underside of his jaw. 

Seth grinned at you. “Good view from up here, isn’t it?” 

You followed Seth’s gaze and looked down at Jey beneath him. His ass bounced and jiggled with every thrust of Seth’s hips, his hole greedily swallowing Seth’s length as he pulled out and plunged back in. Jey looked beautiful at this angle too—his body shimmering under a thin layer of sweat, his tattoos glistening in the dim lighting of the bedroom. You couldn’t help but reach out to run your hand across the tattooed skin of his back, watching in amazement as Jey arched his back further at your touch. 

“Such a responsive little toy, isn’t he?” Seth hissed, the speed of his thrusts increasing. “I think he likes being used like this. Put on his knees and made to serve. Right where you belong, aren’t you, slut?” 

Seth’s hand landed on Jey’s ass again and you both watched as it jiggled, a red palm print blooming on the copper skin there. 

“Yes, Daddy,” Jey gasped, his voice strained. God, you wished you could see his face. 

“He’s so obedient too,” you praised, unable to resist the urge to reach out and grab at the soft flesh of Jey’s ass, just to feel it for yourself. “You really got me the best toy in the world, Daddy.” 

Seth grinned at you, the sight infectious. “Only the best for my baby girl,” he breathed. You noticed that he was a little breathless now, a few dots of sweat beading his forehead. You leaned forward to kiss him, impressed that his thrusts against Jey remained steady even as he shoved his tongue into your mouth and bit your bottom lip. Seth never did anything simple. 

“Can you fuck him on his back?” you asked suddenly, leaning back to offer Seth your best pleading eyes. “Please, Daddy? He’ll look so pretty like that.” 

Seth chuckled. He was never one to deny you anything. “Of course, princess. Whatever you want.” 

He pulled out Jey with a sudden grunt, Jey immediately whimpering at the loss. 

“Hush, baby boy. It’s alright,” Seth cooed, quickly grabbing Jey’s hips to flip him with ease onto his back. Jey went without any resistance, his eyes wide and needy as he stared up at the two of you. “Good boy.” 

Seth was quickly inside him again, now expertly ramming into Jey’s prostate over and over again until Jey was writhing beneath him, his mouth open and panting in pleasure. 

You couldn’t help but stare. Seeing Jey laid out like this, his long, lean body trembling with need and shining with sweat was not something you would soon forget. His gorgeous cock was hard as a diamond and smearing pre-come onto his stomach, your mouth watering at the sight. But it was really Jey’s face that had your attention. The rare sight of him vulnerable with eyes shut and lashes wet with tears was truly something to behold. You could see how hard he was trying to keep quiet, biting his lip to hold back needy moans and whimpers as Seth continued to assault that sensitive spot inside him. Now that you didn’t like. 

“Don’t hold back, puppy,” you murmured, reaching out to trace one of the tattoos on the upper part of his thigh. “I want to hear it all.” 

Jey opened his eyes to look at you, looking equal parts aroused and embarrassed. 

“Please,” he whimpered, the sound so heartbroken that you quickly left Seth’s side to crawl closer to Jey. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” you asked, leaning over him. “What’s wrong?” 

Jey looked up at you with teary eyes, his face flushed red as he tried to find the words. 

“Please, please,” he begged, his eyes still rolling back into his head with every clever twist of Seth’s hips. 

“You need to tell me what you need, puppy,” you murmured. “Gotta use your words.” 

Tears continued to clump on his long eyelashes, a few of them spilling down the sides of his face. He seemed aroused, embarrassed, and needy all at the same time. 

“Can you kiss me?” 

The request was so endearing, so sweet that you felt emotion swell in your chest. You reached out and cupped his cheek, leaning closer to him.

“Of course, sweet boy,” you murmured. “Of course.” 

Your lips met and Jey let out a broken sound, his arms reaching up to wrap around you and pull you closer. You didn’t release his lips, not even as Jey’s body continued to bounce and jerk beneath you. Seth’s thrusts seemed to be picking up speed, driving down deep into Jey again and again just so you could hear him moan like he never had before. You made sure to swallow every moan he offered you, tasting them on your tongue and finding out that tasting them was even better than hearing them. 

Under you, Jey’s teary eyes are wide and pleading, his hands scrabbling for purchase against your exposed back. 

“Are you close, pup?” 

Jey nodded, his mouth still open and his pulse jumping on the long column of his throat. 

“You gonna come on Daddy’s dick like the well-trained whore you are?” 

“Only if you let me,” he gasped, still beautifully obedient and pliant beneath you. 

You smiled. “And if I don’t let you?” 

Jey screwed his eyes shut, clearly pained at the idea. “Then…then I ain’t gonna do it. I promise.” 

“Really?” Now Seth was getting involved, his tone strained as he continued to grind against Jey’s prostate, sweat staining the front of his white dress shirt. “You’re getting fucked pretty good, boy toy. Bet I could get you to abandon your training just once and make you break the rules.” 

Jey shook his head vehemently, his grip on you tightening. “I won’t, Daddy,” he whimpered, still trying to hold back tears. “I can’t.” 

“I don’t know…” Seth purred in a sing-songy tone. “I’m starting to think that’s a personal challenge.” 

“Don’t worry, sweet boy,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’ll let you come if you beg me for it. You just beg so sweetly, baby. I love hearing it.” 

Seth reached out and hooked Jey’s legs over his shoulders, throwing a cheeky wink in your direction. 

“I take back what I said before, pretty girl,” he teased. “I think you're spoiling him too much."

You waved him away. “I don’t care.” 

Seth chuckled at that. “Well, let’s see how prettily he begs then.” 

Seth leaned forward and Jey was nearly folded in half, his legs pressed against his own chest, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. 

“There we go…” Seth crooned, his thrusts no longer gentle, his movements almost frenzied now. “Got you where you belong, slut. On your back taking your Daddy’s cock. You like this shit, don’t you? Getting paid to take dick and whine like a bitch in heat.” 

Jey’s body was shaking, the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard spilling from his pillowy lips. You leaned forward to kiss him again, trying to swallow them all. Eventually, Jey couldn’t take it any longer.

“Can I come?” he whispered, his face gorgeous as big, fat tears began to roll down his cheeks. “Please? Please, I’ve been good.” 

“You have been good,” you agreed, pressing a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “But I want to hear more, sweet boy. Prove to me how bad you want it.” 

“Please!” Jey’s voice was louder now, looking like he was trying to wriggle beneath Seth but Seth’s body weight kept him pinned to the mattress. “Please, I need it so bad. Please, let me come. Please, please, please.” 

You glanced over at Seth, grinning mischievously. “Is that pretty enough for you?” 

Seth cackled again, his eyes wild as he continued to piston into Jey with fervor. Jey was openly sobbing now, his neglected cock still smearing pre-come onto his stomach, his entire body shaking like a leaf. 

“Please!” Jey sobbed, the sound beautiful. “Please, can I come? Please, Mommy…” 

“Alright, alright,” you finally acquiesced, pressing one final kiss to his cheek. “Do it. Come for me.” 

Jey arched as best as he could off the bed, warmth spreading across his stomach and pooling in the v of his hipbones. Seth let out a half-bitten curse, his hips stuttering as he felt Jey’s hole spasm and twitch around him. 

“Fuck!” 

And then Seth was quickly following, spilling into Jey with a string of colorful expletives and a grip so tight on Jey’s hips that you knew it would bruise. 

Then everything was still.

The room was suddenly quiet, the only sound to be heard was Seth's heavy breathing and Jey's quiet sniffles.

You eventually leaned down to kiss Jey again, smiling fondly at him.

“There’s a good boy,” you whispered, breaking the silence. “You did so amazing, baby. I’m so proud of you. You always do so good for us.” 

You were glad that Jey wasn’t crying anymore, though you could tell that he was still coming down from his high, his entire body shaking with adrenaline as Seth finally clambered off of him and retreated to the bathroom. 

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, running your hands across his chest and arms as if you might find an injury. “Are you hurting anywhere?” 

Jey shook his head, the movement slow. “No. I-I’m okay.” 

You smiled. “That’s good, baby. Very good. Do you think you could sit up for me?” 

Jey obediently tried, though his body was still shaky and his limbs were still gooey from pleasure and exertion. 

Seth quickly returned to help you bring Jey into the bathroom, easing him down onto the toilet lid to sit while you drew him a bath. You could hear Seth murmuring low words of praise as they waited, his tone equal parts sweet and concerned. 

“Been such a good boy today,” you heard Seth say. “Did everything that was asked of you and more. Such a pretty, obedient puppy. I’m glad you’re here with us, Jey.” 

When Jey’s bath was drawn, Seth offered to bathe him, giving you a chance to rinse yourself off and put on a pair of pajamas. 

It felt like a ritual now–the two of you taking care of Jey after a long day, rubbing his skin with coconut-scented body wash and whispering praises just to see him smile. It felt holy. Sacred. Like tending to Jey was a venerated task for only the most devoted disciples. And you and Seth were more than happy to be pious for him. 

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Author's Note: Another request. This baby wanted a toxic Jey. She requested : "...was wondering if you could do something like this for Jey.. toxic drunk maybe both.. you are the professional so you can make it whatever you want angsty smutty whatever but maybe his bratty ex has started to try to move on and he deads that shit REAL QUICK." The picture she also referenced is attached too...👇🏽🥴

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I had one lash on, one lash off, hair halfway curled, and my phone buzzing on the counter like it was trying to break through the marble. Again.

"Damn it, Jey…" I muttered, flipping it over. His name lit up my screen for the sixth time in ten minutes. I hit decline.

Not even thirty seconds later, Incoming FaceTime...

I groaned but answered, because I knew if I didn’t, he’d just keep calling like a man possessed. "What?"

The camera was close to his face, way too fucking close — that slightly red-eyed, glossy look that told me he was real drunk. His grill flashed when he smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Where you goin’, mama?"

"Out." I didn’t even pause in grabbing my setting spray. "With the girls."

His smirk dropped. "Nah. Not tonight. Stay home."

I laughed under my breath, brushing my curls forward. "You still think you can tell me what to do? Newsflash...We’re not together, Joshua."

"You keep sayin’ that like it mean somethin’," he shot back, leaning so close to the phone that I could see the glint of his chain swinging. "You mine ‘til I say you not. Don’t get cute."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring the way my stomach tightened at the edge in his voice. "You must be real gone if you think you can pop up on my phone like this, tryin’ to call shots."

"You think I won’t?" His tone shifted — low, slow, that dangerous calm he always got right before he did something stupid. "Keep playin’ with me, baby. Post one lil’ story, let me see a bottle or some dude in your section, all that shit gettin' handled."

My throat went dry, but my mouth still worked. "You sound crazy."

"And you love it.” His smirk returned, lazy and arrogant, because he knew damn well he wasn’t wrong. "Tell me you don’t."

I didn’t answer. I just hung up.

But as I turned back to the mirror, my pulse was pounding — and deep down, I already knew… tonight was about to be some shit.  My phone buzzed again before I could even slide my heels on. 

Joshua🙄

I pressed decline without a second thought, but the damn thing lit up again like he was in competition with my patience. On the fourth call, I swiped up just to get it over with.

"Nigga!...What!?"

"Don't fuckin' hang up on me," he bit out, his words sharper now, that drunken drawl still laced underneath. "You actin' real bold tonight." 

"I told you I'm going out. I don't owe you shit." 

His chuckle filled the speaker, "You think I'm just gon' sit here and let you disrespect me?" 

Jerking my head back and looked around, cause I know he done lost his damn mind. "Disrespect?" I let out a laugh, closing my bedroom door and tossing the strap of my purse up to my shoulder.  "Joshua, you are not my man. You don't get to use words like 'disrespect'. Please be fuckin' for real." 

"I'm always yo man." His voice dipped low, slow, heavy with conviction– and it hit that nerve I hard admitting still existed. "You got a bad habit of forgetting." 

"You got a bad habit of thinkin’ you own me," I snapped, pulling the phone from my ear. "I’ll talk to you when you sober up."

Beep Beep Beep. 

I didn’t wait for him to respond. My notifications were already blowing up — my girls were texting that they were outside the lounge, hyping me up with mirror selfies and "Where you at?!" messages.

I grabbed my keys, heels clacking down the stairs, that mix of irritation and adrenaline buzzing under my skin.

The second I slid into my driver’s seat, my phone lit up again.

Joshua🙄: Don’t make me come find you. Joshua🙄: You think I’m playin’.

I bit my lip, staring at the screen longer than I should’ve. His contact photo —that same stupid fine smirk I hated— stared back at me.

Another text popped up before I could lock the screen.

Joshua🙄: Bet.

I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and started the engine, shaking my head.

But that thump in my chest? That wasn’t fear.

That was knowing damn well he meant it.

The bass from the lounge was already rattling the sidewalk by the time I pulled up. Neon light spilled onto the street, and I spotted my girls posted near the entrance, drinks already in hand like they’d been pre-gaming without me.

"Finally!" Mia yelled the second I stepped out of the car, her silver mini catching the light. She hugged me tight before pulling back with a grin. "Girl, you look good as hell. He gon’ be sick when he see—"

"Don’t." I cut her off, shooting her a look that said we are not speaking his name tonight.

Tasha and Lani followed with their own greetings, hyping me up, tugging me toward the door. "C’mon, shots are already waiting."

We slipped inside, and the music hit me like a wave– sticky floor, flashing lights, that familiar haze of sweat, perfume, and liquor in the air. My irritation from earlier started to fade into something lighter, easier. 

For a while, it was just drinks and laughs. We posed for pictures, made short videos, and clinked shot glasses until my cheeks hurt from smiling. Tasha was the one filming boomerang when she turned her phone around and said , "Ooo, this is cute–going on the story." 

I didn’t think twice about it.

Until I saw the read receipt pop up from Joshua’s thread.

No text. No call. Just the read. A cold prickle slid down my spine.

"Mama, you good?" Mia asked, sipping her drink.

"Yeah," I lied, forcing a smile.

But not even ten minutes later, the crowd at the door shifted, heads turning like someone important just walked in.

And there he was.

Black fitted shirt. Cuban glinting under the lights. That damn slow, cocky walk like he had all the time in the world. His eyes found mine in seconds — and didn’t move.

"Oh, hell," Lani muttered under her breath, already recognizing the look on his face. "Is that–" 

"Please." My voice was low, my pulse loud in my ears. 

I watched him weave through the crowd, ignoring people trying to dap him up. The closer he got, the more I could see it — that slightly glassy stare, the lazy smirk that wasn’t really a smirk at all.

He stopped just in front of me, looking me up and down like he was making a mental list of all the ways he’d ruin my night.

"Enjoyin' yourself?" he dryly asked. I crossed my arms, fighting to keep my expression bored. "I was." 

He just nodded, lips twitching like he wanted to say more but was holding it in. "A'ight." 

...That was it...?

Before I could figure out what game he was playing, he turned on his heel, and glided through the crowd without another word. No scene. No dragging me out. No petty back-and-forth. 

I blinked, still staring at the space he'd left behind.  "What in the hell was that?" Mia asked, brows raised while looking over the rim of her cup. 

I took a short breath before shrugging, "Hell if I know," I muttered, shaking it off and grabbing my drink. If he wanted to pretend he didn't care, I could do that too. 

And maybe it was the tequila. Maybe it was the bass thumping throughout the lounge, and the heat from the dance floor. 

By the next song, I was in the middle of the crowd with my girls, hips rolling, hair sticking to my shoulders, our laughter cutting through the music. My phone was somewhere in my purse, forgotten.

Some guy I didn’t know slid in behind me, his hands hovering near my waist, close but not touching. I didn’t move away. I didn’t encourage it either—but I knew exactly how it looked from across the room.

Especially if a certain drunk, possessive man was still watching.

I let my head fall back, letting the beat carry me, feeling the eyes around us— the way the air seemed heavier all of a sudden.

Tasha leaned over to yell in my ear, "Girl, he’s still here." I didn't have to ask who. 

But, I knew how he was about to react. 

The music suddenly wasn’t the loudest thing in the room anymore.

I could feel it before I saw it — that shift in the air, the way the crowd seemed to ripple like they knew something was about to go down.

Fuck.

Joshua didn’t look at the guy behind me. Didn’t need to. His eyes were locked on mine, that slow, deliberate stalk that said you must be out your mind.

The guy’s hands dropped from my waist before Joshua even reached us. Smart man.

"Lemme talk to you real quick." 

And it wasn't a request. His tone cut through the bass, low but edged, and it snapped me right out of the tequila haze. 

The crowd seemed to pull back without anyone actually moving, like they could smell the tension bleeding off him. Joshua didn’t break eye contact once as he closed the space between us, that slow, deliberate gait making the whole room feel smaller.

My mouth opened to protest, but the way his hand brushed my wrist—not rough, but firm enough to remind me of exactly who I was dealing with—shut me up. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of liquor and his cologne hitting me all at once, that intoxicating mix of trouble and familiarity.

"Josh, I’m not doing this here—" I started, trying to twist my hand free.

"Didn’t ask where we was doin’ it,"he murmured, leaning down so only I could hear him. "Let's go. Now."

I glanced back at my girls, who were all wide-eyed and frozen in place. Tasha mouthed be careful while Mia shifted like she was debating stepping in. I shook my head—fast—because the last thing I needed was for him to feel challenged by somebody else.

He led me toward the back exit, not even looking around to see who was watching. Every step we took, my pulse got louder. I hated how much my body responded before my brain could tell it to chill—the familiar coil tightening in my stomach, the way my skin buzzed under his touch.

The second the door swung shut behind us, the muffled bass of the club was replaced by the hum of the city at night. Cool air rushed against my skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat radiating off him. 

He stopped just far enough from the door that no one could hear, his gaze sweeping over me like he was taking inventory.

"You out here lettin’ random dudes touch up on you now?" His voice was calm, but that calm was razor-thin. "You think that’s cute? Think I’m the type to see that shit and let it slide?"

I tilted my chin up, refusing to shrink. "He wasn't even touching me and I told you earlier, Joshua. You not my man. You don't get t–" 

His laugh cut me off, short and humorless. "See, that's where you keep fuckin' up. You think I need your permission to handle what's mine?" 

Before I could fire back, he stepped closer, his breath hitting my cheek, the smell of Hennessy heavy between us. "Finish up whatever you got goin' on. I'll be outside. Don't make me come find you again, bae." 

He didn't wait for a response, didn't so much as glance back when he walked off into the night. 

I stood there, heart thundering, my body caught somewhere between fury and adrenaline. 

By the time I finally left– ten minutes later, still trying convince myself I didn't care. My stomach was already knotted. 

I decided to just go home. I walked back into the club, and walked straight to the section Mia looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.  "You good babe?" 

Her question caused Tasha and Lani to look over.  "Yeah," I lied, grabbing my purse from the couch and finishing the last of my drink. "I'm just gonna head out." 

The three of them exchanged a look, the kind that said we know you’re lying but we’re not about to press it right now. 

"You sure?" Tasha asked, voice low so it wouldn’t get lost in the music.

I nodded, forcing a half-smile. "Yeah. I'll text when I'm home." 

They let me go, but I could still feel their eyes on me as I threaded my way through the crowd and back toward the door. Every step felt heavier, the air thicker. I told myself I was fine, that he was probably gone by now, that this was just me being paranoid.

The lie barely lasted until I hit the sidewalk.

The lot was quiet— too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every sound echo, every shadow look sharper. My heels clicked against the pavement as I headed toward my car, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling.

I unlocked the door and slid into the driver’s seat, tossing my bag onto the passenger side. The second I reached for the ignition—

Tap. Tap.

That metallic knock was soft, almost casual, but it hit me like a punch to the gut.

I turned my head slowly, and there he was.

Joshua.

His smirk was slow, deliberate, but his eyes were stone—sharp, unreadable.

"Told you not to make me come find you," he said, voice low enough that it vibrated more than it carried, sinking right into my chest. "Unlock the door." 

My fingers hovered over the lock for all of two seconds before I sighed and hit the button. There was no point pretending I had a choice—when Joshua wanted his way, he got it.

He slid into the passenger seat like he owned it, shutting the door with a quiet finality. That cologne hit first, then the faint tang of Hennessy still on his breath.

"Drive," he murmured, leaning back in the seat but keeping his gaze locked on me. "Home."

I didn’t argue. My hands gripped the wheel, knuckles tight, the quiet between us suffocating as I pulled out of the lot. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional creak of the leather when he shifted. I didn’t have to look to know he was watching me the whole ride.

When we finally pulled into my driveway, I killed the engine. Before I could even take a breath, he was out of the car, waiting for me to follow. I trailed him up the steps, every nerve in my body screaming with a mix of tension and anticipation.

The second we stepped inside, he went straight for the cabinet above my counter—the one he knew I kept my liquor stash in. 

He didn’t ask, didn’t hesitate. Just grabbed the bottle of Henny, twisted off the cap, and poured half into a glass like he hadn’t already been drinking.

"You think I ain't know?" His voice was quiet, almost conversational, but that edge was there, sharper than the glass in his hand. 

I stayed by the doorway, my purse still on my shoulder. "Know what?"

"That you out here tryin’ to move on." He took a long swallow, his eyes never leaving mine over the rim of the glass. "Think I ain’t heard? Think I ain’t seen?"

I scoffed, "Joshu–" 

"Nah, shut that shit up..." he cut in, setting the glass down with a solid thunk on the counter. "You think I ain't know about these other muthafuckas, you call yo self entertainin'?" 

I opened my mouth, but he was already closing the distance, the smell of dark liquor and him hitting me like a wave.

"You think I'm finna sit back and watch you give my shit away?" His hand came up, thick fingers brushing my jaw, deceptively gentle. "Nah, mama. That ain't how this works."  Thumb tracing my bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and my pulse went wild. 

I hated how much my body always betrayed me in moments like this. How no matter how much I wanted to stand my ground, part of me craved the storm that came with him.

"You can try, baby," he said, that dangerous calm back in full force, "but you already know how that story ends." 

Before I could get a word out, his hand slid down from my jaw, gripping my wrist, tugging me toward the couch. He didn’t shove — didn’t have to. His pull was that unspoken command I knew too well.

"Jey—"

"Sit," he said, low but firm.

I sank into the couch, my pulse hammering. He dropped down to his knees in front of me, that lazy smirk curling back up as he reached for my phone on the coffee table. My brows knitted. "What are you —"

He held it up between two fingers, unlocking it with my face before I could snatch it back. "Gon’ make somethin’ real clear to you… and to all these lil’ ‘friends’ that be blowin’ up your line."

"Joshua, stop playin—"

"Oh. I am playin'… just not the way you think." His thumb swiped quick, pulling up the camera before I could even process it.

The next thing I knew, his hands were on my thighs, pushing them apart like they weighed nothing. That thick chain of his dangled between us as he leaned in, phone in one hand, the other hooking under the hem of my dress.

"This ain't about showin' my face," he murmured, lowering his head until his lips brushed just above where I ached. "This about lettin' 'em hear what happens when you stop actin' brand fuckin' new." 

Before I could form a thought, his mouth was on me— hot, wet, deliberate. The first slow stroke of his tongue had my head falling back against the cushions, a sharp moan tearing out of me.

"That’s it," he hummed against me, the vibration making my legs twitch. "Let 'em know exactly where you belong."

I felt the subtle shift of the phone in his hand, angling it just enough to catch the sound of my breath hitching, the wet obscene noise of his tongue working me over. He kept one arm hooked under my thigh, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wanted me while the other kept that camera locked in.

"J-Joshua—" I gasped, hips lifting.

"Mmh," he cut me off, licking deeper, slower. "Don’t run now. I’m just gettin’ started."

My toes curled when his lips sealed around my clit, sucking until my moans spilled out helplessly— every one of them recorded, catalogued for his petty little plan. My phone buzzed in his grip, and he chuckled against me, not stopping.

By the time he finally pulled back, my chest was heaving, skin damp, legs trembling. He set my phone on the arm of the couch for a second, licking his lips like he just finished dessert.

"You know what’s next, right?" His hand was already unbuckling his belt. "Gotta make sure they understand the whole picture."

He grabbed my phone again, flipping it to the cinematic option, and this time… he wasn’t just recording sound.

The next thing I knew, he was inside me — deep, hard, claiming every inch with that slow, punishing stroke he knew made my voice break. My hands clutched at his shoulders, but he kept that phone steady, catching the sight of my lips parting, my back arching, my body giving in.

"Yeah…" His voice was a growl now, his thrusts picking up. "Look at you. Can’t even talk no more. Bet they ain’t ever get you like this. Bet none of them can."

"You try to move on…"  thrust  "…I’m sendin’ him this." thrust  "…and him... And him." Each word was punctuated with a sharp drive into me, phone still recording every second.

I barely heard the camera click as he stopped recording just long enough to swipe through my messages. My stomach dropped as I realized what he was doing — tapping send on every name he knew shouldn’t have been in my phone.

When his gaze cut back to mine, that smirk was pure satisfaction. "Now they know," he said, hips snapping into me with a sharp thrust that stole my breath. "Ain’t no movin’ on from me, mama. Ever."

Every thrust felt heavier, slower, like he was pressing the point deeper into me with each roll of his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders, my head tipped back against the couch, but his focus was split between me and my phone — which somehow made it worse.

A sharp ding cut through the air. He didn’t stop moving.

Glancing at the screen in his hand, his smirk spread like wildfire. "Mm… first one just read it," he murmured, dragging his hips back slow before driving into me again. "Bet he sick right now."

Another buzz. Then another. He thumbed the screen open, still buried in me, his free hand gripping my thigh so tight I could feel his pulse there.

"Ahhh, look at this…" He chuckled, reading aloud in that lazy, mocking tone. "‘Wow, so this what you on?’ "  His gaze slid back to me. "Yeah… this exactly what she on."

He tossed the phone to the other hand without missing a stroke, the chain around his neck swinging against my chest as he leaned in closer.

A third message lit up the screen. ‘Y’all still messin’ around? Thought you was done wit him bruh.’

Jey’s smirk sharpened into something meaner. "Go ‘head and tell him yourself, mama," he said, snapping his hips into me hard enough to make me gasp. "Tell him you real done."

Before I could speak, another notification popped up — and this one was bold. ‘She’ll be back when you fumble again.’

That laugh he let out was pure venom, low and humorless. "Oh, he think he slick."

His thumb swiped over the message, but instead of typing, he held the phone up between us, hit the little microphone icon, and gave me that slow, filthy grin.

"He gon’ hear this though," Jey said, voice low, taunting.

Then he started moving.

Deep. Slow. Heavy enough to shake the couch beneath us.

"Yeah…" he drawled into the mic, not bothering to hide the sound of skin meeting skin, the wet slap echoing in the quiet room. "This what she on… and she ain’t goin’ nowhere."

I bit my lip, but it was useless— the next thrust knocked a moan right out of me, high and breathless. The mic caught every bit of it.

"Mm-hmm," Jey kept going, tone smug, almost conversational like he wasn’t stretching me to the point of incoherence. "Hear that? This your girl… nah, my girl… takin’ every inch of what you know you can't and will never give her.”

Another moan slipped past me, louder this time. He angled his hips, hitting that spot that always made my legs shake, and I clutched at his shoulders, trying to muffle it in his neck.

"Nah, mama," he murmured against my ear, pulling me back so my voice carried. "Let him hear it. Let him hear who you screamin' and creamin' for."

I couldn’t stop it — the sound tore out of me, raw and unfiltered, while he kept up that deliberate pace, the mic soaking in every whimper, gasp, and broken plea.

"You hear this shit, right?" he said into the mic, voice laced with that venomous pride. "Now do yourself a favor… delete her number."

He ended the recording and hit send without hesitation, tossing the phone back to the couch cushion before hooking both hands under my thighs and pulling me flush against him, his strokes harder now, like sending that voice note just poured gasoline on the fire.

His grip on my thighs was bruising now, his pace relentless— each deep stroke forcing a sharp gasp from my lips, his chain swinging against my chest in time with the rhythm.

"Yeah… that’s it," he growled, eyes locked on mine, sweat glistening on his temples. "Give me all that shit… let me feel it."

My fingers dug into the cushions, the pleasure winding tighter and tighter until it was all I could do to hold on. He was everywhere — in my head, in my body, in every ragged breath I took — and the toxic satisfaction in his gaze told me he knew it.

"You know you ain’t movin’ on," he rasped, his thrusts getting rougher, more erratic. "Ain’t nobody else ever gonna fuck you like this."

That last snap of his hips pushed me over the edge— my back arched, nails clawing at his shoulders as my orgasm tore through me, loud and helpless. He cursed under his breath, holding me there, milking every shudder, every squeeze, until his own release crashed into him with a deep, guttural groan against my neck.

For a moment, all I could hear was our breathing, heavy, uneven, filling the quiet. He stayed inside me, one hand still gripping my thigh, the other brushing damp hair from my face like he hadn’t just sent audio porn to half my contacts.

When I finally glanced toward the couch cushion, my phone was lighting up in the dark— rapid buzz after buzz.

MiMi🫶🏽: Babe… tell me you not home with him right now 😒 Tash🥰: Y’all messy as hell.  Lani🤍: We already know. Don’t even bother lying.

I shut my eyes, dragging in a slow breath.

Jey chuckled low against my ear, smug and satisfied. “Guess they know you made it home safe, mama.”

* Bonus 

The room was quiet now except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen and Jey’s slow, heavy breathing. His arm was draped across my waist, his body still radiating that warm, post-sex heat. The Hennessy bottle sat half-empty on the coffee table, a silent witness to all the chaos he’d just stirred up.

I shifted carefully, not wanting to wake him. His grip loosened just enough for me to reach for my phone on the cushion beside me.

MiMi🫶🏽: U made it home? Tash🥰: ...nvm. We kno you DICKstracted Lani🤍: Smh

I bit back a laugh, glancing over my shoulder at him. Out cold. His lips were parted slightly, lashes resting against his cheeks, the chain around his neck still glinting in the dim light. He looked peaceful—like he hadn’t just set my phone on fire with that voice note and blown up half my contacts.

I opened the group chat, thumbs hovering for a second before I started typing.

Me: Y’all… this man recorded himself eating me out and sent it to EVERY nigga in my phone he think I been entertaining.

The response bubbles popped up immediately.

MiMi🫶🏽:????????? ...😳  Tash🥰: . I— Lani🤍: nah send me the audio LMAOOO

I muffled my laugh with my hand, glancing back at him again. Still dead asleep.

Me: He didn’t even show his face. Just my moans. Then read the replies OUT LOUD while still...😩

MiMi🫶🏽: girl. wthelly. Tash🥰:  messy af but also… 👀 Lani🤍: toxic soulmate behavior idc

I dropped my head back against the couch, shaking my head at their responses. My thighs were still sore, my phone was probably still hot from all the drama, and my heart was still racing from everything that had gone down.

I typed one last message before locking my phone.

Me: I hate him so bad. But also… I don't think I’m ever leaving... This dick is too good...🥴

Behind me, Jey shifted in his sleep, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my shoulder like he could hear what I’d just admitted.

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[darkandlight00]

All imma say is this regarding THAT video.

We don't know what's going on in Joshua Fatu's personal life. I'm not defending him by any means if he is cheating on his wife. But it's not any of our business what he's got going on.

I personally didn't see anything damning in that video, they just got in the same car. They could be just friends. But again, it's not any of our business.

Until we find out more, if we find out more, I'm not switching up. I just returned to watching WWE back in January after a more than 10 year absence, so I don't know anything about shit from years ago, so apologies for my ignorance to that.

I don't know how to put this as to not sound like a bitch, so sorry for this. But I just find it funny how everyone was up in arms about Roman after THAT interview came out, but then a week later, people were back to writing fics and posting about him. So to me, the whole Jey thing will soon pass as well.

I'm sorry if this sounds bitchy or like I'm trying to brush it under the rug. I do not condone cheating, at all. I've watched my mother get cheated on over and over again. It fucking hurts to see it happen as a child, so if he is, I feel for his poor kids. But we do not know anything.

This isn't like Jimmy/Naomi, Cody/Brandi, or Seth/Becky, where both participants in the relationship are/were wrestlers and very public with their relationships.

[darkandlight00]

lil sneak peek of a couple requests i’m working on! ✍🏼❤️‍🩹

[darkandlight00]

no way out - jey uso

gif by: @punksrhea

warnings: angst, smut, captivity, unhealthy obsession, jealousy problems and a lot more unhealthy shit.

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this, and i’ve been so unsure about posting, but honestly whatever! i cannot write smut for my life, so lets just not talk about it lmaoo! i also condone none of this in any way!

———

Jey’s heart raced as he paced the dimly lit basement. He glanced at the bed in the corner, where you lay, curled into a ball, tears streaming down your cheeks. The small window above the bed, only allowed a tiny amount of light into the room.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet you could feel tenseness behind it. He never liked seeing you upset. “You know I can’t let you go. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

You turned your face away, a sob leaving your mouth. “Jey, please. You’re scaring me. This isn’t love. This is...controlling.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer. “Controlling? No, this is love. True love. I just want to protect what’s mine.”

He reached out, brushing your cheek, causing you to flinch softly. He looked almost hurt. “You’re mine, sweetheart, and i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Jey had always been possessive, but this was something else entirely. You’d tried to leave him, to escape the jealousy that had grew over his love for you. But now, here you were, trapped in the cold basement of his home, with no way out.

Days eventually turned into a week as he’d bring you food, simple meals he knew you enjoyed. Your appetite had almost entirely disappeared, especially not a good thing with life growing inside you. “Eat, mama. You need your strength,” he’d tell you, watching you with eyes that were both loving and possessive.

You couldn’t escape any part of the situation. You were pregnant with his child. The thought of bringing a life into this world, something that was meant to be happy, and exciting, but instead you’re surrounded by his obsession with keeping you for himself.

“Jey, I can’t do this,” you whispered one certain night, your voice trembling. “I need to see a doctor. The baby needs—”

He cut you off with a stern look, his jaw tightening. “You don’t need anyone but me. I’ll take care of you. I always take care of you.”

The way he said it, so sure, so possessive, made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to believe he loved you, that he was just trying to protect you, but the situation you were in just showed he wanted full control over you.

Each day, you tried to reason with him, to make him see that love shouldn’t feel like this.

“You can’t keep me here forever, Jey. I’m not your property.”

He would sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes softening as he cupped your face in his hands. “But you are mine, and I can’t lose you again. I won’t let you leave me.”

He’d lean in, pressing his soft lips to your forehead, a small tiny gesture of affection that would warm your heart and make you feel sick.

As you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, you felt a flutter in your belly, it was your baby, moving for the first time. You placed your hand lovingly on your stomach, eyes filling with tears.

Jey had noticed and smiled, the darkness in his eyes replaced by something softer. “Our little one,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I promise to keep you both safe.”

You couldn’t get over the feeling that his love would only grow more possessive when the baby arrived.

Weeks eventually passed, and all you could think about was being free, away from him. You tried to convince him to leave, but each time you brought it up, Jey would become a different person. You could find him throwing furniture at the walls, or storming back upstairs, not even bothering to bring you food.

One night, you decided to push him. “Jey, why don’t you trust me? I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

His expression hardened, his eyes looking almost crazy, as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin. “Love isn’t enough, not when there are people out there who want to hurt you. I won’t let that happen to you, sweetheart, and I cant let anything happen to our baby.”

He placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the baby kick, his eyes growing soft. “But don’t you want our baby to be free? To have a normal life?”

You could see the conflict within him, he knew deep down what he was doing is wrong, but it didn’t change your reality. You were still trapped, still held against your will, and the weight of it all felt so sickening.

You wouldn’t give up. Sitting up, facing him directly you spoke “Jey, we need to talk, i’m being forreal,” you said, your voice staying steady despite the fear sitting deep down in your stomach. You didn’t want Jey to get angry, he could be so scary sometimes.

He looked at you, curiosity mixed with something that looked like fear. “What is it, baby?”

“I just cannot keep living like this. I love you, but I can’t be your little prisoner. I need to know that I can make my own choices.”

Once again, his eyes darkened , and he stood, pacing the room. He began hyperventilating, “you don’t understand what you’re asking. If I let you go, I’ll lose you. I can’t live with that, baby.” Tears filled his eyes, his cheeks flushing pink.

You stood your ground, not showing your guilt. “I’m not asking for much, just a chance to breathe, to live. I don’t wanna have to have a baby, and stay locked up, not even being able to enjoy the experience.” You felt like crying. But showing him how much this was crushing you would only make him feel like he has the upper hand.

He stopped pacing, turning to face you, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. “You think I want to keep you and the baby here? I’m doing this for you, for our baby. I can’t let anything happen to either of you. You’re my whole word.”

“Then let me go, Jey!. Let me prove that I’m not going anywhere. You have to trust me.”

His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, you thought you saw some understanding in him. But then it vanished, replaced once again, by anger. “Trust is a fragile thing, baby. Once it’s broken, it’s hard to repair.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the real truth behind them. He was right. The trust between you two had been shattered long before you found yourself in his basement. And while it seemed it was all your fault, you had your valid reasons.

Jey stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I love you too much to let you go. I’ll always protect you. Always. I promise.”

“Jey...” you started, tears streaming down your face, he silenced you with a finger on your lips.

“I won’t lose you again. Not to anyone. And you aren’t leaving, that’s final.”

With that, he turned away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sank back onto the bed, letting all the emotions escape you.

The thoughts of leaving consumed you. You got no sleep, instead you stayed up, staring at the wall, feeling nauseous.

As you lay in bed, trying your best to fall asleep, you hear a noise. A faint sound comes from the door, and your heart raced. Jey had gone out, leaving you alone for the first time in months.

You knew this was your chance. Gathering your strength, ignoring the need to puke, you approached the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jey?” you called softly, hoping to hear his familiar voice. Silence.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for the doorknob and twisted. It was unlocked. Jey had left the door unlocked.

With shaking hands, you pushed the door open. You stepped into the dimly lit hallway, your heart racing as you made your way to the stairs.

But just as you reached the top, you heard a voice behind you. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

You turned, your breath catching in your throat as Jey stood there, a dark shadow against the light. He looked..calm? Almost as if he was expecting this.

“I...I just wanted to get some air,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady. “I felt really sick down there.”

He stepped closer, his eyes dark. “You know I can’t let you out, why do you keep trying to leave me? You belong here, with me.”

“Jey, please. I can’t live like this,” you begged for what felt like the millionth time. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the look behind his eyes. “you don’t understand. I’m doing this because I love you. Because I love our baby.”

“I—” he stopped, gaze soft, just for a moment. “I can’t lose you again. When you tried to leave everything felt wrong. I wasn’t complete. I won’t let that happen.”

“Jey...” you whispered, your heart was torn in two. You loved this man, oh, so much. But he only tore you down, keeping you all for himself.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ll always protect you, baby. I’ll always keep you safe.”

And as you stood there, lost in his embrace, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever be free.

———

Being pregnant with his child, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. And despite the fear that sometimes consumed you, there was an undeniable spark of desire that came over you every time he spoke sweet to you. Spoke to you like he really cared.

He stood across the room, his back to you, his broad shoulders tense with unspoken emotions. You watched him, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way his jaw would clench, then unclench. At the moment, he was both your captor and your lover, and you were caught in the middle of his love and possessiveness.

“Come here,” he spoke, his voice low and rough, with an urgency that covered you in goosebumps.

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in your chest, but you then found yourself moving closer. You took a small step forward, then another, until you were standing before him. Jey’s dark gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, it was just the two of you.

He reached out, his fingers brushed against your cheek, then began trailing down to your neck, where they lingered. “I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, a small frown on his lips, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart. “You’re mine, now and forever.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in your chest. “You can’t keep me here forever, Jey,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly, you didn’t know how much longer he would keep you here. “I need to be free.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer, invading your personal space until you felt the heat radiating from his body. “You think you want freedom? But I can give you everything you need. I do.”

His lips crashed against yours, silencing any further protest. The kiss was hungry, he needed this, bad, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you did too. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him.

As the kiss deepened, his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you at a pace that left you breathless. You gave into to him completely, losing yourself in the toxic mix of love and possessiveness that now defined your relationship.

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you across the dimly lit basement until your back pressed against the cold, concrete wall. You gasped at the sudden contact, and he took advantage of your surprise, his mouth trailing down the curve of your neck, his lips moving down your neck at a slow pace.

“Jey…” you breathed, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as you tilted your head back, granting him better access. The touch of his lips against your skin sent waves of pleasure through you. This man always knew how to work you up.

Still holding you up, he then moved to the small bed, laying you down softly, his hand brushing against your stomach. A reminder of the fact you were carrying his child.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

With that, he sank to his knees before you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer. Your heart raced, knowing exactly where he intended to take you.

He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, each touch making you feel dizzy. You gasped as he lightly nipped at your skin, teasing you, prolonging the moment until you were practically begging for more. “Jey, please,” you gasped, arching your back in desperation.

He looked up at you, his eyes brown darkened with lust. “You want more?” he asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. “Then you need to ask for it.”

You bit your lip, embarrassed at what he was asking of you. But the way he stared at you, with that hungry look in his eyes, made you give in so easily. “Please, Jey…I need you so bad, baby,” you practically whimpered, the words flowed from your lips like a prayer.

With a satisfied smirk, he dove between your thighs, licking the juices that were now dripping off your pussy. His tongue circled around your swollen clit, evoking loud moans out of you. “Oh my god!” you arched off the bed, Jey’s hands moving to your waist to hold you down.

He slurped your juices with all he had in him. As you approached your climax, he pulled away, smirking at the disappointed look on your face.

His hands began exploring your body, tracing the soft curves of your pregnancy. You felt beautiful, and desired in a way that made your heart race. he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Are you ready?” he practically groaned. The large bulge showing in his boxers confirmed how much he needed you.

You nodded, breathless, craving the distraction that only he could provide. He positioned himself between your legs, his body pressing against yours as he entered you slowly, letting you adjust, filling you completely. A moan escaped your lips as your body instinctively welcomed him, a perfect fit that made your head spin.

“God, you feel so good, mama,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, each thrust sending pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you.

You clung to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure moved through you. Jey’s movements quickened, feeling your tightness clench around him. His breath came in ragged gasps, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiling in your tummy with each thrust.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice came out in a growl.

“I’m yours, Jey,” you gasped, your body arching against his, seeking that sweet release that was oh so close. “Always yours.”

He groaned in response, his grip tightening around you as he thrust harder, deeper, for each movement. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, bringing closer to the edge, and all you could do was give into him.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers racing through your body. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you.”

With a cry, your body fell into ecstasy, your entire body tightening around him as pleasure crashed over you harshly. You felt him shatter alongside you, his body tensed as he buried himself deep, filling you completely.

As the two of you calmed down, catching your breath, you found yourself wrapped in his arms.

Jey held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your skin. “I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he whispered, his voice almost sounded fragile, scared. “You and our baby are all I need.”

You closed your eyes, resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You understood now, this man held all the power. He held the future of you and your baby all in his hands.

———

[darkandlight00]

STAND ON IT

summary: When she’s with Jimmy of course he’s gonna stand on what he say especially when it comes to his baby mama Kendall.

warnings contain: oral(f receiving), unprotected sex, choking, possessiveness, bdjimmy, oral(m receiving), fluff at the end.

Word count: 1.8k

SO MDNI ‼️‼️

Jimmy Uso x Kendall

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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again mdni you have been warned.

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He arrives to collect his daughter from Kendall's home, always bringing flowers for both her and Kendall, a gesture he could never forget.

“Mommy, mommy! Look what daddy got us.” Jasmine exclaimed while running towards Kendall.

Kendall crouched down to Jasmine’s height, taking the flowers from her hand and inhaling their fragrance, fully aware that these were their favorite blooms. Her gaze shifted to Jimmy, who was propped against the door frame, watching their daughter spin around with the flowers in her hand, as if she were a princess.

Kendall found herself captivated by his features, his smile, and the way he gazed at their daughter with such admiration. It brought back memories of all the times he had looked at her with the same affection when they were together.—did she still feel like that? Like she mattered? 

When he took a glance at her she immediately looked away giving her attention back to their daughter Jasmine smiling at her.

“Go ahead and get your bookbag from upstairs princess, so daddy can take you over there to see step sister Jayla.” Jasmine nodded her head as she went upstairs.

During family vacations, he would occasionally steal glances at her while spending time with the rest of the family.

The way her shorts accentuated her curves perfectly as she held a drink had him feeling restless, yearning to touch her, desiring to be close to her, longing for all the things he wished to do with her when they were alone, yet he had to maintain his composure.

Every time she conversed with anyone other than him, it irritated him, yet he refrained from displaying his anger in front of his family, choosing to remain composed for the time being.

“You looking at her like you want to fuck her uce.” Jey said.

Jimmy took a sip out of his red cup, “that’s because I do, look at what she is wearing twin. She put on that little ass shit on purpose just to get me started.” He said.

He clenched his jaw at the sight of Kendall biting down on his lower lip.

“Just get her back uce.”

Jimmy shook his head, “nah it ain’t gonna happen.”

Upon hearing from his daughter that Kendall is going out on a date with a guy.

“Wait! Wait! I’m coming  Jesus.” Kendall exclaimed as she paced down towards the door.

As she anticipated her date's arrival and opened the door, she was surprised to find Jimmy standing there, arms crossed over his chest—his familiar stare piercing through her, a look she recognized all too well.

“Jimmy, what are you doing here? Where’s Jazzy?” She questioned him.

“She’s with Jayla, where you goin?” Jimmy replied.

“That’s none of your business.” She heard him scoff as he rolled his eyes at her.

“It wouldn’t be my business if Jazzy didn't have to tell me now would it  mama?” That nickname that slipped out from his lips made her feel some type of way.

Particularly when he uttered it in that deep, resonant voice of his, which sent shivers down her spine, causing her to rub her thighs together in an attempt to ease the throbbing desire of her aching pussy that longed for his lips to be pressed against it.

He admired her outfit, noticing how the black sundress accentuated her curves so elegantly. Her hair and makeup were flawless, and her nails were perfectly done, making him lick his lips as he stepped inside the house, closing the door behind him.

He approached her step by step until her back was pressed against the wall, looking up at his towering 6'3" frame, which made her feel diminutive.

“You goin out lookin like that baby?” She didn’t answer him only for her to avoid his deep gaze.

Jimmy encircled her throat with his hand, compelling her to meet his gaze immediately and without a moment's pause, while his other hand gripped her waist, drawing her body nearer to his.

“Who you tryna show out for hm? It better be fo’ me and not that fool you finna go out with.” He said while placing a wet tender kiss on her neck that made her shiver.

He struggles with the thought of feeling replaced, even though they both understand that what they shared is irreplaceable, no matter how hard she might try to find someone else.

“Tell me you love me still  Jon!, Tell me!” Kendall Shouted.

He remained there, gazing intently into her soul, without uttering a word, while silence enveloped the living room, heightening her frustration to the point where she felt like tearing out her braids.

She was on the verge of leaving when he suddenly grabbed her by the waist, pressing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The intensity of their make-out session was palpable, as they both vied for control, her fingers weaving through his curls.

She sensed him gently holding her thighs as he led her upstairs to the bedroom they once shared before their breakup. He forcefully kicked the door open and slammed it shut with his foot, driven by an intense desire for her—only for her.

“I love you mamas, I love you so much.” Jimmy murmured between kisses.

“I love you too.” She murmured back.

They find themselves in a dispute over Kendall's desire to pursue someone else, prompting Jimmy to remind her of her true allegiance.

“This my fuckin’ pussy you hear me mama?” Jimmy groaned as he continued to swirl his tongue around her clit.

She clung to the sink countertop desperately, feeling his fingers thrusting in and out of her as his tongue skillfully explored her, as if he were putting in extra hours on the job.

“F-fuckk, Jimmy.” Kendall moaned softly.

As she attempted to keep her balance on the sink countertop, she could feel her toes curling up. Every now and then, she glanced down at Jimmy, who was already gazing into her very soul.

“Say it, say this is mine. All mine baby.” 

“I-it’s yours, it’s yours Jimmy.”

When she had that slick mouth on her Jimmy knew how to shut that shit up.

He was pushing his hips forward while Kendall took him fully into her mouth, which made her gag from the sensation. She could feel the tip of his dick touching her throat, prompting her to tap on his thighs.

Jimmy had pulled her hair, forcing her to look up at him with tears already forming in her eyes, prompting him to gently wipe them away while cradling her chin.

“Keep sucking this dick since you wanna have a smart ass mouth.” Without hesitation he brought his dick towards her lips as she began to suck him off causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

Her tongue danced around the tip of his cock, droplets of her saliva escaping her mouth and trickling down onto her chest as she expertly stroked and sucked him.

“Hmm, just like that baby. A smart ass mouth of yours gets a full mouth of dick in it.”

When he ends up fucking the Brains out of her since she act like she didn’t have no sense 

Jimmy had the advantage as he pressed one foot on the bed and the other on the floor, thrusting deeply inside her wet cunt while her face was buried in the bedsheets, moaning heavily.

He could sense the sweat trickling down his face and onto his tattooed chest as he watched Kendall's backside bounce like a rocket soaring through the sky. He had one of her arms pinned behind her back while his other hand firmly grasped her hips.

Letting his dick hit many different angles that had her on cloud nine at the moment or haven’t experienced in a while.

“I’m sorry daddy! I’m sorry!” Kendall mewled out.

“You sorry baby? Huh? You be forgetting that I’m yo’ baby daddy girl.” Jimmy grunted as his hand came down to slap her left ass cheek causing her to whine.

She could sense his cock repeatedly striking her cervix, each thrust hitting her sweet spot, making her roll her eyes back in ecstasy as she continuously apologized to him.

“Mhm, yo’ ass finna be sorry when I fill this pussy up with my nut inside of you. You want that princess? Huh?”

He successfully grasped her hair, pulling it back while her back arched beautifully for him, as he observed his member becoming covered in her creamy essence.

“Tell me baby, you want to have my babies huh?”

“Y-yes daddy I want to have your babies, i’ma give you a son daddy.”

He smirked at her answer, slapping her left ass cheek some more, “hmm so pretty baby, c’mon throw this ass back on me so I can nut in this pussy. My fuckin’ pussy.”

When she and him end up getting high together and things started to get real heavy between the two of them.

“Ion wanna be replaced mamas, I wanna be right here with you Kendall.” Jimmy said.

She sighed softly, “I’m not  trying to replace you, I could never replace you Jimmy. You’re a part of my life and our daughter's life .”

They nestled closely on the couch, where she felt his hand encircle her waist and his neck gently nuzzle against her shoulder.

“But I wanna be here with yall forever, I miss us being together like how we were before. I know I fucked up but I’ve changed my ways mama.” He said.

He tenderly kissed her neck, holding her close as if she might slip away from him at any moment. She turned her head to face him, their faces mere inches apart, gazing into his puppy-like eyes.

“How can I trust you again Jimmy? After the pain you caused me when I saw that video?” She replied.

Jimmy intertwined his fingers with hers, gently kissing the back of her hand while gazing into her eyes with a sense of vulnerability.

“We will start out fresh, I want us to be a family again. No more distractions.”

She gave him a soft smile before placing her lips onto his, giving him a small peck before nodding her head. 

“No more distractions, you better stand on what you say.”

STAND ON IT

a/n: heyy im back in the flesh sorry haven’t been on here like that lately I just been on my sims 😭😭 doing my sims content on my TikTok so really haven’t been active like that. But will be updating Guarded and Midnight Sin soon currently working on the chapters as we speak after that it’s Pressure and Taste of Sin.

Hope yall enjoy this lemme know in the comments.

NO YEET ❤️