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tonight’s your night | jey u. (birthday specials 1/3)

i love when he does this sm😭 gifs from @punksrhea

smut 18+ | 3sum (this is…filthy. also includes girl x girl.)

jey uso x black!oc (kourtney) x black!oc (justine)

"uh uh yeet!" jimmy slurred from the top of the table. jey shook his head as he watched his twin brother perform his drunken dance routine, still feeling the buzz from the shots they'd done earlier.

the party crowd had thinned out, leaving just family and close friends scattered around the living room. most of the birthday cake was gone, just smears of frosting left on the plate.

sefa grabbed jimmy by the waist and pulled him off the table before he could fall and crack his head open. the remaining guests laughed, some raising their nearly empty cups in solidarity.

the party was finally winding down, with most people having already left. kourtney moved around the living room, collecting abandoned plastic cups and crumpled napkins, tossing them into a black garbage bag. justine followed behind her, halfheartedly wiping down surfaces, her attention clearly elsewhere.

"girl, can you get those plates by the speaker?" kourtney asked, nodding toward the stack of dirty paper plates.

"hmm? oh, yeah," justine mumbled, her eyes darting across the room where jey stood with sefa, both men laughing about something.

jey caught her looking and gave her a subtle nod, his lips curving into a small smile that made justine's stomach flutter.

she quickly looked away, grabbing the plates and feeling her face grow warm. after another hour of cleaning, the living room finally started to look presentable again.

"i think that's the last of 'em," kourtney said, tying the garbage bag closed as the final guest—sefa's girlfriend—waved goodbye from the doorway.

justine fidgeted with her purse strap, glancing at the clock. "i should probably head out too. it's getting late."

"you sure?" kourtney asked, though her tone lacked conviction.

"yeah, i got that thing in the morning," justine lied, backing toward the door. "happy birthday again to the twins. tell jimmy to drink some water when he wakes up."

after justine left, kourtney locked the door behind her and leaned against it, watching jey from across the room. he was scrolling through his phone, his birthday crown tilted sideways on his head. the sight made something stir inside her.

"baby," she called, her voice dropping an octave. "you still awake enough for one more present?"

jey looked up, his eyes brightening. "shit, you know i'm always up for whatever you got, ma."

kourtney sauntered over, swaying her hips deliberately. she ran her fingers along his jawline, pressing her body against his. "i been thinkin' about you all night," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "watching you in them jeans got me feelin' some type of way."

"oh word?" jey's hands found her waist, pulling her closer. "what you got in mind?"

"come upstairs and find out," she purred, taking his hand and leading him toward the staircase.

when they reached their bedroom, jey paused at the doorway. "damn, k…"

the room glowed with the soft light of at least twenty candles placed around their bed. rose petals formed a path from the door to the sheets, which had been changed to the silk ones they saved for special occasions.

"when you do all this?" he asked, stepping into the room.

"while you were playing that drinking game with jimmy," kourtney replied, closing the door behind them. she pressed herself against his back, her hands sliding around to his stomach. "happy birthday, baby."

jey turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "you the best, you know that?"

kourtney's fingers found the hem of his shirt, pulling it upward. "let me show you just how good i can be."

as his shirt hit the floor, there was a soft knock at the door.

"who the hell…" jey muttered, frowning at the door. kourtney pressed her finger to his lips, silencing his question about the knock.

"you been so good to me all year, baby," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "you deserve somethin' special for ya birthday. somethin' you ain't never had before."

jey tilted his head, confusion crossing his features. "whatchu talkin' bout, k?"

without answering, kourtney placed her palm against his chest and pushed him firmly onto the bed. he bounced slightly on the mattress, watching as she dropped to her knees between his legs. her fingers moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, the metal clinking in the candlelit room.

"k, what's goin—"

she cut him off, climbing onto his lap and capturing his mouth with hers. her tongue flicked inside, tasting the remnants of birthday cake and hennessy. jey groaned against her lips, his confusion momentarily forgotten as his hands found her hips.

when she pulled away, leaving him breathless, kourtney smiled and slid off his lap. she walked toward the door with a deliberate sway to her hips, looking over her shoulder to make sure his eyes were following her.

"the fuck?" jey whispered to himself as kourtney reached for the doorknob.

the door swung open to reveal justine standing in the hallway, still wearing the tight red dress from the party. she bit her lower lip, her eyes darting between kourtney and jey on the bed.

jey's mouth fell open. "yo, what the—i thought you left?"

kourtney beckoned justine into the room, closing the door behind her. "she never left, baby. she was just waitin'."

justine stood awkwardly by the door, her chest rising and falling rapidly. kourtney returned to the bed, sitting beside jey and running her hand up his thigh.

"tell me somethin'," kourtney purred, her fingers tracing patterns on his jeans. "if you could have anythin' for your birthday—just for tonight—with no limits… what would it be?"

jey's eyes darted between kourtney and justine, his mind racing to catch up with what was happening. "you serious right now?"

kourtney nodded slowly, her hand continuing its journey up his thigh. "dead serious, baby. tonight's all about you."

justine stepped closer, the candlelight casting shadows across her face. "happy birthday, jey," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

jey swallowed hard, feeling his heartbeat quicken. "y'all playin' with me or somethin'?"

kourtney laughed softly, the sound like velvet in the dim room. "we ain't playin', baby. unless that's what you want." she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "you can have both of us...no limits. no boundaries."

jey narrowed his eyes, a suspicious feeling creeping up his spine. this shit ain't feel right. was kourtney testin' him? tryna see if he'd take the bait so she could flip out on him later? he'd heard about girls pullin' that shit before—settin' their man up just to catch them slippin'.

"y'all serious?" he asked again, voice lower this time, eyes darting between the two women. "cause if this some kinda trap…"

kourtney giggled, without answering, she stood up and walked to the dresser where she'd stashed a bottle of hennessy. she unscrewed the cap and took a long pull straight from the bottle, her throat working as she swallowed.

the liquor seemed to embolden her. she sauntered over to justine, bottle still in hand, hips swaying with each step. justine's eyes widened, but she didn't back away when kourtney tilted the bottle toward her lips.

"open," kourtney commanded softly.

justine parted her lips, and kourtney carefully poured a shot's worth into her mouth. a few amber drops escaped, trailing down justine's chin. jey watched, transfixed, as justine swallowed the hennessy.

before the last drop disappeared, kourtney's hand moved to cup justine's jaw. she leaned in and pressed her lips against her friend's, her tongue sliding between justine's parted lips. justine moaned into the kiss, her body melting against kourtney's.

jey's mouth went dry. his brain couldn't process what was happening, but his body had no such confusion. his dick strained painfully against his jeans as he watched his girl's tongue slide against her best friend's.

"what the fuck," he whispered, but there was no anger in his voice—just awe.

kourtney broke the kiss but kept her hand on justine's face. both women turned to look at him, their lipstick smudged.

"we ain't playin', baby," kourtney said, her voice thick. "me and justine… we got history. before you and me was a thing."

justine's eyes were hooded as she added, "we thought… for your birthday… you might wanna see what that history looks like."

jey couldn't tear his eyes away as kourtney's hand slid down justine's neck, over her collarbone, and finally cupped her breast through the red dress. justine's breath hitched, her nipples visibly hardening under the thin fabric.

"you still think we settin' you up?" kourtney asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips as her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in his pants.

jey sat paralyzed, his brain short-circuiting at the sight before him. the liquor in his system made everything feel dreamlike, surreal. was this actually happening? his girlfriend and her best friend… together? for him?

kourtney noticed his frozen state and smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes. she glided across the room, the silk of her dress whispering against her thighs, and settled next to him on the bed. her perfume—vanilla and something spicier—enveloped him as she leaned in.

"you good, baby?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

before he could answer, her lips found his neck, soft at first, then more insistent. the wet heat of her mouth sent electricity down his spine. she knew exactly where he was most sensitive, right below his ear, and she focused her attention there, sucking gently, then harder.

"fuck," he breathed, his eyes still locked on justine, who watched them with hunger written across her face.

jey bit his lower lip hard, trying to ground himself in the moment. justine held his gaze as she approached, her hips swaying with each step. the candlelight caught the curves of her body through that red dress, making his mouth water.

the mattress dipped as she sat on his other side. her hand, smaller than kourtney's but just as confident, landed on his thigh. the heat of her palm burned through his jeans.

"happy birthday," justine murmured, leaning in to place a tentative kiss on his cheek. another followed, closer to his mouth. and another.

kourtney continued her assault on his neck, her tongue tracing patterns that made his toes curl. but jey couldn't take his eyes off justine, couldn't stop wondering how her lips would feel against his.

as if reading his mind, justine closed the final distance. her lips pressed against his, soft and hesitant at first, then with growing confidence. she tasted different than kourtney—sweeter, with a hint of the hennessy they'd shared.

"fuck," he groaned against justine's mouth as her tongue slipped past his lips. the taste of hennessy lingered between them, sweet and burning. his hands finally remembered how to move—one sliding around kourtney's waist, the other finding justine's hair, tangling in the her braids.

justine moaned into the kiss, the vibration traveling through his body as her hand trailed down his chest, over his stomach, fingertips teasing the waistband of his boxers where they peeked above his jeans. kourtney had already undone the button and zipper, leaving him exposed.

he gasped when justine's cool fingers slipped beneath the elastic, wrapping around his length. his hips bucked involuntarily as she stroked him, her grip firm but gentle.

"shit," he breathed, breaking the kiss to throw his head back. kourtney took advantage, capturing his mouth with her own

kourtney broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she pushed against jey's chest. he fell back onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a soft thud. the mattress dipped as kourtney crawled on top of him, her thighs straddling his waist while justine continued stroking him beneath his boxers.

"damn," jey whispered, his voice raspy as kourtney captured his lips again, her tongue sliding against his. the dual sensation of kourtney's mouth and justine's hand had his mind spinning, the hennessy amplifying every touch.

justine's fingers tightened around his shaft, working him with slow, deliberate strokes. her thumb circled the tip, spreading the wetness she found there. jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, a groan rumbling deep in his chest.

kourtney pulled back slightly, her lips swollen from their kisses. she glanced down at justine with a smile that held secrets, then shifted to the side, giving her friend more room.

"let me see what you workin' with," justine murmured, her voice deeper than he'd ever heard it before. she slid off the bed, positioning herself between his legs as kourtney continued to devour his mouth.

cool air hit his thighs as justine tugged his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, freeing his dick. he felt it slap against his stomach, hard and aching, before justine's warm hand wrapped around it again.

jey felt exposed under her gaze, his skin burning hot. he propped himself up on his elbows to watch as justine licked her lips, her hands sliding up his thighs. kourtney's fingers traced patterns on his chest, her nails occasionally scraping against his skin in a way that made him shiver.

justine leaned forward, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. her tongue darted out, licking a stripe from base to tip that had jey's toes curling.

"fuck," he groaned, one hand fisting in the sheets.

justine smiled up at him before taking him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. she hollowed her cheeks, creating a suction that had stars dancing behind his eyelids.

her lips wrapped around just the head, tongue swirling in slow circles that made his thighs tense. then she got sloppier, taking more of him into her mouth, her saliva making everything slick and hot.

the sight alone nearly made him cum—justine's eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper.

"that's it," kourtney encouraged moving her hand to the back of her best friends head, her voice thick with desire as she watched her best friend. "he likes it sloppy."

as if taking direction, justine pulled back, letting a string of spit fall from her lips onto his dick. the warm wetness dripped down his shaft as she used her hand to spread it, making everything slicker, hotter.

kourtney's fingers threaded through justine's braids, gripping them firmly. she guided her friend's head down, pushing her to take more of jey's length. justine gagged slightly as he hit the back of her throat, her eyes watering at the corners.

"that's it," kourtney whispered, her voice husky with desire. "take all of him."

jey's breath caught in his chest, his vision blurring as justine's throat constricted around him. the wet heat, the sight of her lips stretched around him, kourtney's commanding presence—it was too much. pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with each bob of justine's head.

"shit, i'm—" he couldn't finish the sentence as the first wave hit him. his thighs tensed, muscles contracting as he gripped the sheets. justine moaned around him as he pulsed against her tongue, filling her mouth.

kourtney kept her hand on justine's head, holding her in place as jey's hips jerked involuntarily. "swallow it," she commanded softly, watching as justine's throat worked to obey.

jey collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, sweat beading across his forehead. his heart hammered against his ribs as aftershocks rippled through him.

"goddamn," he managed to rasp, his voice wrecked.

justine pulled back slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the tip of his softening dick. she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dark and hungry as she looked up at him.

kourtney leaned down to kiss jey deeply, tasting his moans as her hand stroked his chest. "we ain't even started yet, baby," she whispered against his lips. "just give yourself a minute."

justine climbed onto the bed, her red dress riding high on her thighs. she pressed herself against jey's side, her hand replacing kourtney's on his chest, nails scraping lightly across his skin.

"how you feeling, birthday boy?" justine asked, her voice rougher than before.

jey turned his head to look at her, still trying to catch his breath. "like i died and went to heaven," he admitted, his hand finding her waist.

kourtney slipped off the bed, standing at the foot to admire the sight of her man and her best friend tangled together on the sheets.

she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress, letting the silky material pool at her feet. she stood before them in nothing but a black lace thong, her breasts bare and nipples hard in the cool air.

"my turn," she said, climbing back onto the bed.

jey watched as kourtney crawled toward him on all fours, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each movement. his dick already twitching back to life at the sight of her naked body. she moved with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted, her eyes never leaving his.

but instead of straddling him like he expected, kourtney paused, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"just enjoy yourself, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with promise. "tonight's all about you.."

jey's brow furrowed in confusion until kourtney turned her attention to justine, who was still pressed against his side. kourtney's hand slid up justine's thigh, pushing the red fabric higher as she leaned across jey's chest.

justine's breath hitched as she shifted onto her back, her head resting on the pillow next to jey's. her legs parted slightly, an invitation that kourtney didn't hesitate to accept.

kourtney's lips found justine's in a deep, hungry kiss that made jey's mouth go dry. he watched, transfixed, as their tongues danced together, justine's hands coming up to tangle in kourtney's hair. they kissed like they'd done this a hundred times before, like they knew exactly how the other liked to be touched.

"fuck," jey whispered, unable to tear his eyes away as kourtney's hands pushed justine's dress up further, bunching the fabric around her waist.

jey's eyes widened when he realized justine wasn't wearing any panties. her pussy was completely bare, brown, and glistening wet in the candlelight. kourtney broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before she began trailing kisses down justine's neck.

justine's back arched off the bed, her fingers gripping the sheets as kourtney settled between her thighs. she looked over at jey, her eyes half-lidded with desire, lips parted as her breathing quickened.

"oh god," justine moaned as kourtney's tongue made first contact with her clit, her hips bucking upward.

jey couldn't believe what he was seeing. kourtney—his kourtney—was burying her face between justine's legs, her tongue working in slow, deliberate circles that had justine writhing on the sheets. the wet sounds of kourtney's mouth against justine's pussy filled the room, mixing with the soft moans that escaped justine's throat.

kourtney's hands gripped justine's thighs, spreading them wider as she worked her tongue deeper, flattening it against justine's entrance before dipping inside. justine's eyes rolled back, her hand flying to kourtney's head, holding her in place.

"right there, oh fuck," justine gasped, her hips lifting from the bed as kourtney's tongue explored her

jey watched, mesmerized, as kourtney buried her face deeper between justine's thighs, her hands gripping the soft flesh to spread her wider. justine's wetness glistened in the candlelight, her pussy lips swollen and pink as kourtney's tongue circled her entrance before plunging inside.

justine's eyes locked with jey's, her expression a mixture of pleasure and vulnerability that sent blood rushing back to his dick. her lips parted, releasing soft, desperate whimpers that grew louder with each flick of kourtney's tongue.

jey couldn't resist anymore. he reached down, grabbing the bunched fabric of justine's red dress and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. her breasts spilled free, nipples dark and hard in the dim light.

justine's hands reached for him, pulling him down until his lips met hers. the kiss was desperate, hungry, her tongue sliding against his as kourtney continued her assault below. jey swallowed justine's moans, feeling them vibrate against his lips as kourtney sucked her clit between her lips.

"mmm," kourtney hummed against justine's pussy, the vibration making justine's hips buck wildly.

jey broke the kiss just enough to watch as kourtney's tongue darted in and out of justine's entrance, fucking her with quick, precise strokes that had justine trembling. the wet sounds of kourtney's mouth against justine's slick heat filled the room, obscene and intoxicating.

"she taste good, mama?" jey asked, his voice rough with renewed arousal.

kourtney responded by moaning against justine's pussy, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. her tongue circled justine's clit before sucking it hard between her lips, causing justine to cry out.

justine's hands tangled in jey's hair, pulling him back down to capture his mouth in another desperate kiss. her body tensed beneath him, thighs beginning to shake as kourtney's tongue pushed deeper inside her.

jey felt justine's scream against his mouth before he heard it, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her. her pussy clenched around kourtney's tongue, as she came hard against kourtney's mouth.

kourtney didn't let up, her tongue working justine through her orgasm, drawing it out until justine was practically sobbing against jey's lips, her body oversensitive and trembling.

when kourtney finally pulled back, her chin was slick with justine's wetness. kourtney crawled up justine's body, her lips glistening with wetness. she turned to jey, her eyes dark with desire.

"want a taste?" she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

jey looked down at justine trembling beneath him, her chest heaving with each breath, thighs still quivering from her orgasm. without hesitation, he slid off the bed and got on his knees, grabbing justine's ankles to pull her toward the edge of the mattress.

"you good?" he asked, his thumbs making small circles on her inner thighs.

justine nodded, her eyes half-lidded. "yeah," she breathed, barely audible.

that was all he needed. he leaned down, his tongue making contact with her swollen pussy. jey spread her legs wider, revealing her pussy—swollen, glistening, and flushed a deep pink from kourtney's attention.

the taste was different than kourtney's—sweeter, with a tang that made his dick throb. justine's back arched off the bed immediately, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

"ah! i just—i can't—" she stammered, her body jerking with oversensitivity, but her hips still moved against his mouth, seeking more friction.

jey flattened his tongue against her entrance, gathering her wetness before dragging it slowly up to her clit. her thighs tried to close around his head, but he held them firmly apart. he could feel her pussy pulsing against his tongue, swollen and sensitive from kourtney's earlier attention.

kourtney positioned herself beside justine, her mouth finding one stiff nipple and sucking it between her lips. justine writhed beneath their dual assault, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangled in kourtney's hair.

jey doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while slipping two fingers inside her. her walls clenched around him immediately, her pussy so wet his fingers made obscene squelching sounds as they pumped in and out.

"oh yes, oh yes!" justine chanted, her voice rising in pitch as pressure built inside her again. her hips bucked wildly against jey's face, grinding desperately against his tongue.

kourtney moved to justine's other breast, biting down on her nipple just hard enough to make justine cry out. the combination of sensations—kourtney's teeth on her nipple, jey's fingers curling inside her, his tongue relentless against her clit—pushed justine over the edge again.

he curved his fingers upward, finding that spongy spot that made justine's thighs shake uncontrollably. he sucked harder on her clit, his tongue flicking rapidly across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"i ca-i can't—i'm gonna—" she screamed, her body convulsing as pleasure crashed through her a second time.

justine's pussy contracted around his fingers as a gush of warm fluid flooded his mouth. he kept his lips sealed against her, swallowing as justine squirted.

jey pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he admired the mess they'd made of justine. her chest heaved, legs trembling, pussy glistening and swollen. something primal stirred inside him at the sight of her completely undone.

he rose to his feet, his dick could damn near drill through brick. justine's eyes fluttered open, meeting his with a dazed, hungry look that made his pulse quicken. without thinking, he leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. he tasted her on his own tongue as he pushed it past her lips, making her moan into his mouth.

her hands found his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she kissed him back with surprising energy for someone who'd just cum twice. the taste of her pussy mingled between them, salty-sweet and intoxicating.

when he finally pulled away, justine's eyes were heavy-lidded, a smile playing at the corner of her swollen lips. jey turned to find kourtney watching them, her own lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"c'mere," he growled, reaching for her.

kourtney moved toward him like a cat. jey tangled one hand in her hair, pulling her mouth to his. he kissed her hard, letting her taste justine on his tongue. kourtney moaned, her body melting against his, her naked breasts pressing against his chest.

"mmmmm," she moaned against his lips. "you taste like her."

the words sent a jolt straight to his dick. kourtney's hand wrapped around his length, stroking him slowly as she continued to kiss him, her tongue exploring his mouth.

without warning, kourtney pushed against his chest, making him fall backward. he landed on the bed beside justine, who was still trying to catch her breath, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glow in the candlelight.

"my turn," kourtney said, her voice low and commanding.

she climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. her pussy hovered just above his dick, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her. she reached between them, taking him in her hand and positioning him at her entrance.

"shit, kourt," jey groaned as kourtney slowly lowered herself onto him, her pussy stretching around his thickness.

she was so wet he slid in easily, but the tight heat of her still made his toes curl. kourtney's head fell back, a long, low moan escaping her throat as she took him to the hilt. she stayed there for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of him filling her completely.

kourtney braced her hands against jey's chest, fingernails digging into his skin as she began to move. she started slow, rolling her hips in a figure-eight motion that had him seeing stars. her pussy gripped him like a vise, wet heat enveloping every inch of him with each downward slide.

"fuck," she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper. "you feel so good inside me, baby."

jey's hands found her waist, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as she picked up the pace. her thighs trembled with the effort as she lifted herself almost completely off his dick before slamming back down. the wet sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with their ragged breathing.

"that's it," jey encouraged, his voice strained as he fought to maintain control. "ride this dick, ma."

kourtney's pussy clenched around him in response, a fresh wave of wetness coating his shaft. she ground down harder, circling her hips so his dick hit that spot deep inside that made her walls flutter. her head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat as a broken moan escaped her lips.

"oh god, right there!" she gasped, her movements becoming more frantic.

jey tightened his grip on her hips, helping to lift her up before pulling her back down onto his dick. the added force made kourtney cry out, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks on his chest. her pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust, so wet now that he could feel it dripping down his balls.

"you so fuckin' wet," jey groaned, the tight heat of her threatening to push him over the edge too soon.

he glanced over at justine, who was watching them with hooded eyes, her hand between her legs as she touched herself. the sight of her fingers circling her clit while she watched them fuck sent another surge of blood to his already painfully hard dick.

kourtney followed his gaze, a wicked smile spreading across her face when she saw justine pleasuring herself. without breaking rhythm, she reached out, grabbing justine's wrist and pulling her closer.

kourtney guided her friend's hand to her breast, encouraging justine to pinch and roll her nipple between her fingers. the added stimulation made kourtney's pussy clench even tighter around jey's length.

"shit," he hissed through clenched teeth, his hips bucking upward involuntarily.

kourtney leaned forward, changing the angle so his dick dragged against her front wall with each thrust. her movements became erratic, less coordinated as pleasure built inside her. her pussy started to pulse around him.

"fuck, i'm—oh god—" kourtney's words dissolved into a strangled cry as her entire body went rigid. her thighs clamped around jey's hips with bruising force, her pussy clenching around his dick as the orgasm tore through her. her back arched, pushing her breasts forward as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

justine moved with startling quickness, positioning herself behind kourtney. she pressed her chest against kourtney's back, wrapping one arm around her waist to steady her as she continued to shake. justine's other hand snaked down between kourtney's legs, finding her swollen clit and circling it with practiced precision.

kourtney's head fell back against justine's shoulder, her mouth open in a silent scream as justine's fingers worked her oversensitive clit. before she could catch her breath, justine captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. kourtney's moans vibrated against justine's mouth as her body jerked with aftershocks, her pussy still pulsing around jey's shaft.

justine swallowed each sound kourtney made, her tongue sliding against kourtney's as her fingers continued their relentless circles. kourtney's hips bucked wildly, caught between jey's dick still buried deep inside her and justine's skilled fingers prolonging her pleasure.

jey watched, transfixed, as kourtney came apart between them. her wetness flooded down his shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them. her inner walls fluttered and gripped him so tightly he had to grit his teeth to keep from cumming.

when justine finally broke the kiss, kourtney collapsed forward onto jey's chest, her body still trembling. her breathing came in ragged gasps against his neck, hot and damp.

"goddamn," jey whispered, running his hands down kourtney's sweat-slicked back. he could feel her heart hammering against his chest, her pussy still occasionally clenching around him as aftershocks rippled through her.

justine's eyes met jey's over kourtney's shoulder, her lips curving into a smile that made his dick throb inside kourtney's still-pulsing pussy. without a word, justine shifted position, moving to lie beside him. her hand traced patterns on his chest as kourtney continued to catch her breath, her forehead pressed against his neck.

"you still hard as fuck," justine whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

kourtney stirred at the sound of justine's voice, lifting her head. her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure as she looked down at jey. "mm, he always stays so hard after i cum," she murmured, her voice rough. "one of the reasons i love him."

both women laughed softly, the sound vibrating through jey's body. then, as if sharing a single thought, they both leaned down, their lips meeting his in a three-way kiss that sent lightning down his spine.

their lips met his simultaneously—kourtney capturing his bottom lip between hers while justine claimed his top lip. their tongues slid against his, creating a wet, messy three-way kiss that had his mind spinning.

the taste of hennessy mingled with justine's pussy on their tongues, creating an intoxicating flavor that made jey groan.

kourtney pulled back first, her lips swollen and glistening. "so, birthday boy," she purred, rolling her hips slightly to remind him she was still filled with his dick. "for your final gift, birthday boy…which one of us gets to have some fun for t’night?"

jey looked between them—kourtney with her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes, justine with her swollen lips and expectant gaze. his mind raced with possibilities, his dick twitching inside kourtney at the thought.

"why i can't have both?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

before either woman could respond, jey gripped kourtney's waist and lifted her off him with a hiss as his sensitive dick slid from her heat. kourtney gasped, surprised by the sudden movement as jey maneuvered her to lie flat on the bed.

"on your back, ma," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.

kourtney complied, spreading her legs as she settled against the pillows. her pussy glistened in the candlelight, swollen and slick with her arousal. jey turned to justine, who watched him with wide, eager eyes.

"c'mere," he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward kourtney. "on top of her."

justine crawled across the bed. she positioned herself over kourtney, their bodies aligned perfectly—their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing against each other as justine settled her weight on kourtney. kourtney's hands immediately found justine's ass, spreading her cheeks apart to expose both their pussies.

"like this?" justine asked, her voice trembling slightly as she braced herself on her elbows above kourtney.

"just like that, mama." jey confirmed, moving to kneel between their spread legs.

the sight before him was almost too much—justine's round ass in the air, her pussy visible and dripping onto kourtney's, while she lay beneath her.

he took himself in hand, the shaft slick with kourtney's juices, and slapped his dick against their exposed pussies. the wet sound echoed in the candlelit room as he dragged his length across justine's entrance, then kourtney's, coating himself in their combined wetness.

"happy fuckin birthday, to me." he muttered, the sensation of both their heat against his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. he slapped his dick against them again, harder this time, making both women gasp. justine's pussy clenched at the contact, a fresh wave of arousal glistening on her lips.

kourtney tilted her head to look back at him, her eyes dark with renewed hunger. "what's it gonna be, birthday boy?" she asked, her voice raspy from screaming.

jey continued to slide his dick between their pussies, teasing them both with the thick head. he looked down at justine's back, at the way her ass curved perfectly in the air, at kourtney beneath her, their bodies pressed together in a way he'd never imagined possible.

"baby, i think our guest of honor should go first," he said, his voice deeper than usual with arousal.

justine shuddered at the words, her pussy visibly clenching as she pressed her forehead against kourtney's shoulder. "please," she whispered, the sound barely audible.

jey positioned the head of his dick at justine's entrance, rubbing it against her slick folds. slowly, he pushed just the tip inside, feeling her stretch around him.

"oh!" justine gasped, her back arching as she tried to push back against him, desperate for more.

jey gripped her hips, holding her still. "nah, ma. we goin' slow. i wanna feel every inch of this pussy, before the night's over."

he eased forward, watching as his dick disappeared inside justine inch by inch. her walls gripped him like a vise, tighter than he expected, molding around him as if made just for his dick. the sensation was overwhelming—different from kourtney, but just as intoxicating.

"fuck, you tight as hell," he groaned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

justine's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she adjusted to his size. "oh my god," she moaned, her voice muffled against kourtney's neck. "he's so big, k."

kourtney's hands slid up justine's back, soothing her. "breathe through it," kourtney murmured, her fingers tangling in justine's braids. "arch your back for him, just. let him in deeper...just like that.”

justine whimpered but followed kourtney's instructions, curving her spine and tilting her hips upward. the slight change in angle allowed jey to slide another inch deeper, making both of them groan.

"that's it," kourtney praised, her hands moving to justine's shoulders, massaging the tension there. "you takin' him so good."

jey held still, giving justine time to adjust to his size. her pussy clenched around him rhythmically, squeezing his dick in a way that had his thighs trembling with the effort to stay controlled. when he felt her muscles relax slightly, he pulled back until just the head remained inside before slowly pushing forward again.

"oh fuck," justine gasped, her fingers digging into the sheets on either side of kourtney's head.

"keep movin' your hips," kourtney instructed, her voice thick with arousal as she watched justine's face contort with pleasure. "circle 'em a little. find that spot that feels good."

justine began to move, tentatively at first, rocking back against jey's thrusts. her movements were uncoordinated, uncertain, but jey matched her rhythm, his hands guiding her hips.

"damn, you feel good as fuck," jey groaned, feeling her walls flutter around him. "so fuckin' wet for me."

kourtney tilted her head up, capturing justine's lips in a deep, hungry kiss. justine moaned into kourtney's mouth, her body caught between the dual sensations of kourtney's tongue and jey's dick.

jey pushed deeper, feeling justine's pussy grip him like a vice. she was tight—tighter than kourtney—and the way her walls clenched around him with each thrust had him seeing stars.

he was gripping justine's hips tight enough to leave marks as he pulled her back onto his dick. each thrust went deeper than the last, her pussy stretching to accommodate him. the tight heat around him was almost unbearable, her walls gripping him like they never wanted to let go.

justine's moans grew louder with each thrust, her back arching deeper, pushing her ass higher in the air for him. the sound of her moans mixed with the wet slapping of skin against skin filled the room. his dick disappeared inside her over and over, coated in her juices that seemed to flow endlessly.

"you like that dick?" he asked, his voice rough as he slammed into her harder.

"yes! oh god, yes," justine cried out, her words broken by the force of his thrusts.

this shit was beyond his wildest dreams. his girl's best friend, ass up and face down on top of kourtney, taking his dick like she was made for it. and kourtney—watching, encouraging, her hands roaming over justine's body like she'd done this before. the realization that they had history together, that they'd been intimate before him, only made his dick harder.

the sight was better than any porn he'd ever watched, better than any fantasy he'd ever had. his beautiful lady and her fine ass friend, both of em together…right here? better than any gift anybody got him tonight.

"damn, this some birthday shit for real," he muttered, his hips moving faster, sliding in and out of justine's dripping pussy with ease now.

he angled his hips slightly, searching for that spot that would make her scream. he knew he found it when justine's entire body tensed, a strangled cry escaping her lips.

"right there?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

she let out small whimpers into kourtney's mouth. jey kept his angle, hitting that spot with each thrust. justine's walls started to flutter around him, signaling she was close. her thighs began to shake.

but he wasn't ready for this to end. not yet. not when he had both of them at his mercy.

with a swift motion, jey pulled out of justine completely, leaving her empty and panting at the sudden loss. before she could protest, he positioned himself at kourtney's entrance and pushed inside in one smooth thrust.

"fuck!" kourtney gasped, her back arching beneath justine's weight.

the familiar heat of kourtney's pussy welcomed him home. her pussy welcomed him like coming home, wet and familiar, molding around him perfectly.

jey groaned, sinking deep inside her with one long stroke. her walls gripped him tight, already pulsing from her earlier orgasm.

"goddamn, k," he breathed, his fingers digging into her thighs.

kourtney's eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open as he filled her completely. her pussy made wet, squelching sounds as he began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then building speed. each time he pushed forward, justine's body rocked against kourtney's, their breasts sliding together.

justine lowered her head, her lips finding kourtney's neck. she sucked at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow. kourtney moaned, the dual sensation of jey's dick stretching her open and justine's mouth on her neck sending sparks through her body.

"fuck, that feels good," kourtney gasped, her hips rising to meet jey's thrusts.

jey watched as justine's tongue traced patterns on kourtney's skin, occasionally biting down hard enough to make kourtney yelp. the sight of them together—kourtney taking his dick while justine marked her—had his blood running hot.

he reached forward, placing his hand on justine's lower back. her skin was slick with sweat, warm under his palm. without breaking rhythm, he slid his hand lower, his thumb finding her still-wet entrance. he pushed inside, feeling her pussy clench around the digit.

"you like that?" jey grunted, his thumb working faster inside justine as his dick pounded into kourtney. "both of y'all takin' me at the same time?"

justine whimpered against kourtney's neck, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his thumb. kourtney's walls were doing the same around his dick, squeezing him with each thrust.

"yes, baby," kourtney moaned, her voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside her. "fuck, right there."

kourtney's back arched sharply, her thighs beginning to tremble as she approached the edge. her thighs trembling as she approached her climax. her breath came in short, desperate gasps, her back arching off the bed.

"fuck, i'm gonna—" kourtney moaned, her words dissolving into incoherent sounds.

jey pulled out suddenly, leaving kourtney empty and panting. her eyes flew open, confusion and frustration written across her flushed face. before she could protest, jey grabbed justine by her hips.

"roll over, ma," he commanded, his voice thick with desire.

justine complied, sliding off kourtney to lie on her back beside her. her chest heaved with anticipation, nipples hard and pointing toward the ceiling as she spread her legs for him. jey moved between her thighs, pushing them back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders, opening her completely to him.

"fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he growled, taking in the sight of her swollen, glistening folds.

jey pushed inside her with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. justine's mouth fell open in a silent scream, her walls stretching to accommodate his size.

he began to move, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. each thrust sent justine sliding up the bed, her braids splayed across the pillow, her breasts bouncing with the impact.

kourtney shifted beside them, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched jey fuck her best friend. she propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand sliding between justine's legs. her fingers found justine's clit, swollen and hard, and began to circle it with practiced precision.

"mmph! fuck!" justine cried out, her back arching off the bed as the dual sensations overwhelmed her.

jey watched as kourtney's fingers worked justine's clit, occasionally brushing against his shaft as he thrust in and out. the sight of kourtney touching justine while he fucked her sent a fresh surge of blood to his already rock-hard dick.

"you like that?" kourtney whispered, her voice husky as she leaned down to capture one of justine's nipples between her lips.

justine's only response was a broken moan, her eyes rolling back as pleasure built inside her. her pussy clenched rhythmically around jey's dick, growing wetter with each thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by justine's increasingly desperate cries.

kourtney's other hand slid between her own legs, two fingers pushing inside her still-throbbing pussy. she matched the rhythm of jey's thrusts, fucking herself with her fingers.

justine's walls began to clench around jey's dick with increasing intensity, her breathing turning ragged as she balanced on the edge of release. kourtney's fingers worked her clit with practiced precision, applying just the right pressure to push her over.

"oh my god, i'm—i'm—" justine's words dissolved into incoherent sounds as her back arched off the bed, her entire body tensing. "fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

jey felt her pussy contract violently around him, squeezing his dick in rhythmic pulses that nearly triggered his own release. justine's eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

"that's it, cum all over it," kourtney urged, her fingers still circling justine's clit, dragging her orgasm.

justine's thighs shook uncontrollably, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles turned white. her pussy gushed around jey's shaft, soaking the sheets beneath them.

"nnnngh, oh my—fuck—i—" justine babbled, her words making no sense as her brain short-circuited

jey couldn't hold back any longer. the sight of justine’s eyes rolling back, combined with the tight, pulsing heat of her pussy, was too much. he pulled out just in time, his dick slapping against her stomach as the first rope of cum shot across her belly.

he stroked himself furiously, groaning as more hot streams painted her brown skin, pooling in the dip of her navel.

kourtney's fingers worked faster between her own legs, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she watched jey mark her best friend with his cum.

"oh god," she moaned, her back arching as her own orgasm hit her like a freight train. her thighs clamped around her hand, hips bucking wildly as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

jey collapsed beside justine, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. sweat dripped down his forehead, his heart pounding against his ribs like it might burst through. the room smelled of sex and sweat, the sheets beneath them damp with their combined arousal.

"damn," he sighed, wrapping his arms around both women "happy birthday to my ass."

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this was supposed to be posted yesterday…but it’s ok😭

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His Headband

Jey Uso One Shot

Jey Uso x OC (Kia)

Warning: Smut, Oral, couch sex and fluff.

Words: 1,636

Kia who is a WWE photographer prides herself on being a professional at work but what happens when her boyfriend Jey Uso runs down to the ring with his tongue hanging out and a pink headband on.

This one has been sitting in the drafts since last year and I just decided to post it.

The roar of the crowd filled my ears as I snapped away, capturing the raw intensity of the WWE match through my camera lens.

My boyfriend, Jey Uso, ran down the aisle, his glorious long tongue hanging out of his mouth, purposely teasing me. His Pink headband secured tightly around his head as he ran to the aid of Sami Zayn, who was being overwhelmed by the dominating Bloodline 2.0. I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I watched the muscles in Jey's arms ripple as he fought off his family.

The arena lights bounced off the sweat glistening on Jey's toned body as he threw himself into the fray, a blur of pink and black. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling hands. I knew I had a job to do, but the adrenaline in the air was thick and intoxicating, and I needed him…I needed Jey..

I took a few more candid shots for the website before slipping away to the backstage area, my heart racing with anticipation.

I sent Jey a quick text and made my way into his personal locker room. "Meet me in your locker room," was all I had written, feeling a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

 Shutting the door behind me the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, a potent cocktail that made my stomach flip. My pulse racing in my ears as I felt the heat between my legs I needed him, I needed this bad…

The minutes ticked by, the muffled sounds of the arena fading into the background as I waited for Jey to arrive. The longer it took, the more my imagination ran wild with possibilities. Finally, I heard the footsteps I yearned to hear, heavy and determined.

The door swung open, and Jey stepped inside, his chest heaving from the attack he just had endured. A grin spreading across his face as he spotted me. "Hey, baby," he said, his voice gruff and tired.

“Lock the door.” I felt my heart race as he did what I was asked without a second thought and completely oblivious.

"I got ya’ text, what did you need baby?" he asked pulling me into his arms.

“I need you,” I whispered, pushing him down onto the couch that was pushed against the wall.

The surprise in his eyes making me more eager. “Need me how, baby?  Tell me?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as I purred. He knew but he wanted to hear me say it.

 “I need you in my mouth.” I moaned as he captured my lips in a searing kiss, pulling my dress down to my waist.

“Shit, where else Ma, tell Daddy where else you need him?” he groaned nibbling on my bottom lip, pulling my breasts out of my bra caressing them as I moaned in pleasure.

“Mmm, and deep in this pussy.”

“Fuck you wildin’, Kia… We at work, you sure?” he moaned as I nipped at his neck, my bare breast colliding with his chest.

 “Ion care, I just need you now,” I whispered pulling his pink headband over his eyes.  “Oh shit.. Y-You wanna-”

“Mmhmm, I want to fuck you just like this Daddy, can I please?” I begged as Jey trembled against me.

"Hell yea…Shit, take what you need, I’m yours," he moaned, his voice low and filled with the promise of pleasure.  “Teasing me with this headband is what did it,” I whispered kissing along his neck as he moaned, tensing beneath me, his pulse beating like a drum against my lips. “That turned my baby on?”

“Mmhmm, I wanted you so bad out there. I coulda’ fucked you in the center of the ring for the world to see,” I confessed as my hands roamed down his chest, tracing the lines of his abs, until I reached the waistband as he trembled with anticipation, literally speechless.

 With a swift move, I sank to my pulling his black sweats down, freeing his already hard dick. The head already slick with pre-cum, and I couldn't resist taking it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip.

Jey's hips jerked upward, a guttural groan escaping him. "Fuck, Kia," he murmured, his hands coming up to thread through my hair. "My good girl.”

His praises spurring me on, as I took him deeper, my throat tightening around him. “Yea, suck dat dick for Daddy,” he panted, his hands tightening in my hair as I worked him. My own desire continuing to build even more as I felt him swell in my mouth, he was close.

“Mmhm, you doin’ dat shit…Fuck….You want Daddy to cum hard in your mouth don’t you?” 

“Mmhmm,” I moaned as he growled at the vibrating sensation of my mouth around him and his heightened senses from the blindfold around his eyes.

“Shit, here it come, just for yo’ fine ass, girl,” Jey gasped cummin’ deep inside my mouth with a primal groan. The taste of him addictive as ever, and I didn't want to stop. As I kept sucking, I felt him beginning to rock up again in my mouth. Yep….That’s what I wanted.

 “See what you do to me, Kia… Rockin’ my shit up again already. Get yo’ fine ass up here and get on dis dick.” Not needing to be told twice with one final suck, I pulled away, leaving him gasping for air.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, straddling him, our lips met in a searing kiss, the thrill of being in control was exhilarating as Jey was at my mercy. Pulling my panties aside, I slid onto him with a strained cry as he groaned his hands gripping my hips. “Umm, fuck!..Mmm,that pussy pulsin’ round my dick.”

“It's so fuckin’ big, uh!” I cried out at the fullness as he bit back a moan.

 “I know baby, Daddy knows, you need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I need it and I love it!” I cried out as Jey talked me through it.

“So, get it, Kia….Gon’ get yo’ nut for being such a good girl.”

“Uh! J-Jey,” I moaned, the feeling of him inside of me indescribable as I began to rock my hips, setting a slow, steady rhythm.” Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good, Ma.”

 “So do you Daddy, uh! Oouu shit, you so hard. You lovin’ this ain’t you?” I groaned, Jey's hands exploring my body blindly, added to the excitement for us both as our moans of pleasure filled the air as his hips met mine.

"S-Shit yea, you so fuckin’ tight…. I bet you look so pretty ridin’ yo’ dick." he groaned, his voice strained. I could only moan in response, my nails digging into his shoulders. My dick… I loved the sound of that.

As we moved together, the slap of our skin echoed in the small room, mixing with our ragged breaths. I couldn’t help but watch him through half-closed eyes, his face a mask of pleasure, his tongue licking his lips as I tightened around him, headband still in place.

Mmm, you look so sexy Daddy…Fuck, got me so wet,” I gasped feeling that familiar coil as Jey’s cheeks flushed

“Yeaaa, Daddy feels dat shit.. Pussy feel so fuckin’ good. I feel her just creamin’ all on my dick,” Jey praised, easily grasping my neck, our lips locking in a passionate desperate kiss as I whined, tears falling from my eyes.

“Uuh, yes,” I finally cried out as I felt Jey’s legs tense, knowing he was close and so was I. “I want you to give it all to me, cum Kia.” He demanded his hands moving back to my hips as I began riding him harder.

“Fuck, yea, just like dat.. You gon’ cum like a good girl for me ain’t you? Tell me?”

"Yes, I’mma cum like a good girl….Your good girl," I panted, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Cum with me, baby," I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper.  “I’m witchu,” Jey groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet mine, his powerful thrusts overtaking me as we came undone together, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave as we held each other tight.  

I was blessed enough to come out of my own haze, catching a glimpse of him riding out his orgasm, as he surrendered with a low growl, blindfold still intact.

“You are so sexy,” I whispered gently kissing his lips as he sighed speechless pulling me closer.

Our breathing slowly returned to normal as we became even more in tune with each other. The realization of what we had done at work washing over us both. “Shit, Kia,” he moaned as I smiled. He hadn’t even tried to take the blindfold off his eyes.

 “You ok, baby?” I asked caressing his face as his lips found mine once again.

 "Better than ok….Wow, that was crazy," he said, finally pulling the headband from his eyes, blinking his eyes a couple times to adjust to the bright lights.

"Not that I’m complainin’ but where did that come from?" He asked, his gaze filled with awe and wonder as I blushed.

"I just couldn't resist," I whispered, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Really?” he asked as I nodded. "Yes, you looked so sexy out there and then you stuck out your tongue. It was game over,” I said without shame as he chuckled hearing my explanation, his eyes sparkling with mischief.  

“I’m serious, I couldn’t help it.” His fingertips ghosting down my back as we basked in the afterglow of the new experience we had just shared together.

"Well, if me wearing a headband makes you this turned on maybe I need to wear one all the time.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

“Promise.”

“I Promise, Daddy.”

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A Moment In Time

Jey Uso x Iva!WWE OC

Author's Note: Happy 40th birthday once again to my man, Main Event Jey Uso 😍. This fic is kind of rushed, but I just wanted to get another one out before his birthday ended. I will make edits to this later

Warning(s): Slightly proofread

Summary: A moment with Jey and Iva.

📸 Gif credit to owner

"I just wanna taste," he whispered seductively as his forehead pressed firmly against hers, his arms wrapped securely around her waist, and his eyes locked on hers with a hint of desire flashing through them. Having Iva's body so close to his wasn't enough for him; Jey wanted more. He wanted to feel more of her, he wanted to taste her, and he didn't know how much longer he could wait to fully have her. Iva shook her head and giggled at the sound of desperation in his voice. "You know we can't, baby, you're not even mine...yet," she teased as she leaned up on her tippy toes to capture his lips in a tender kiss, to which he reciprocated by pulling her body flush against his own as he deepened the kiss even more. ...................

Jey and Iva weren't officially together yet despite the fact that they had shared many kisses over the course of a few weeks. The two basked in the many moments that they had already spent together, just enjoying getting to know one another on a more personal level while also enjoying the feeling of keeping things on the down low for now. They weren't in any rush to make it official as of yet; for now, they were just enjoying the ride and seeing where the road would eventually take them.

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baby steps. jey uso.

jey uso x pregnant!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you don’t even know what’s in it."

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

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

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

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

"jey"

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

"you just made my night easier."

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

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

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

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

"when isn’t it?"

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

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

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

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

the faint second line stared right back at you.

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

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

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

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

jey noticed something.

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

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

you shrugged. "trying to cut back."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yeah. just a long day."

"then sit your ass down for a minute."

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

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

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

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

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

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

jey found out the next night.

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

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

jey’s brow lifted. "what about her?"

"she’s pregnant."

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

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

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

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

your head tilted. "on what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A MONTH LATER

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

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

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

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

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

your chest went hollow.

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

it didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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you ended it the next morning.

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

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

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

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

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

it didn’t go unnoticed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"yo, what happened?"

the runner must have gone to find him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"no, i’m fine"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"i wasn’t hiding" you lied.

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

"you’re not my doctor."

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

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

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

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

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

"i guess i am" you said instead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you didn’t have to"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you hesitated. "uh, fine?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"alright. rest. i got it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he meant it.

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

apparently, other people had noticed too.

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

"damn, uce, you hovering much?"

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

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

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

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

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

later that afternoon, naomi cornered you in the hallway.

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

you blinked. "so?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

friends.

sure.

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

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

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

your balance went in an instant.

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

"yo! y/n!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you frowned. "jey, you don’t have to"

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

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

"yeah, but that’s not enough for me."

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

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

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

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

you hesitated. "we’re friends."

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

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

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

you didn’t say anything. didn’t move.

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

and you weren’t ready to lose that feeling.

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

then your eyes landed on jey.

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

"you didn’t sleep much" you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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THREE MONTHS LATER

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

it happened during the second hour of the show.

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

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

"y/n"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"jey?" you asked softly.

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

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

your heart stuttered. "jey"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you didn’t tell him to leave.

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

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

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

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

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

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you woke up to the smell of coffee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"what was that about?" you asked.

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

your heart skipped. "figured what out?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

jey shrugged. "yeah."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"to what? an earthquake?" you teased.

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

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

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

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

"what’s this?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"jey" your voice shook more than you expected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you both laughed quietly at the perfect overlap.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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BABY UCE ON THE WAY!!! 🤰🏽🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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DAY 16 LOOK AT MY GUMMY GRUMP

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JEY USO WWE RAW, August 18th, 2025

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NSFW Alphabet ll Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader

TW: Smut (18+) MDNI, pnv, bdsm, unprotected, cussing, mentions of rape/incest.

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♡Masterlist♡

a/n: Suggestions are always open so send me anything you want <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Roman loves to spoil you after sex.

A lot of cuddles and soft touches.

The type to kiss all over your body while expressing how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Roman is in LOVE with his body.

Will walk around the house naked just to get attention from you.

His favorite body part on himself is, of course, his arms.

He's obsessed with the way you compliment how strong his arms feel when they are wrapped around your body.

But on you? He loves, and I mean LOVES, your curves.

Adores your tits, but he's an ass guy.

While on the road he'll buy you outfits that are a bit revealing. Like a skirt too short or a dress too tight just to show you off.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When you two first started dating, he'd pull out and finish on your tits or ass.

But now? Loves cumming inside of you, filling you up and marking you as his. (breeding kink)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hear me out, Roman really wants to see you tied up.

So light BDSM is something he secretly wants to do with you.

To see you tied up, blindfolded, and gagged will drive him crazy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's dated before so very experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, He loves deep eye contact and watching you cum.

Another favorite is cowgirl; he loves watching you take the lead even though he knows he's truly the one in control.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Roman is usually never serious during sex.

With Mars in Gemini, he likes to keep things light, flirty, and fun. Think teasing mixed with a bit of playful sarcasm.

But once the tension rises and the energy between you two gets heavier, his Pluto in Scorpio takes over.

The moment you moan louder, grab him rougher, scream his name, or beg, the playfulness drops. He gets very possessive, almost obsessive.

Words shift from teasing to commanding, and his touch shifts from soft to rough.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Neatly trimmed but not fully shaven.

But when it comes to you, he truly doesn't give a fuck. He's a man, and he's gonna munch either way.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

So for Roman, sex is never a casual act for him. It's an obsession, a craving, a merging of two souls.

So with that being said, that Pluto in Scorpio energy girl... very primal, almost animalistic.

He's intense as hell.

He fucks you like he wants to know everything about you.

Each thrust and every look feels like he's saying 'I love you' without words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't masturbate often; he's far too busy for that.

Plus he'd rather just wait for you.

But, there have been a couple of times where he'll find himself alone in his hotel late at night after a show calling you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

From being the first to bring up having children to telling you how sexy you'd look pregnant before cumming inside you, it was always obvious he had a breeding kink.

This man wants you pregnant bad. Every time he's inside, he imagines you swollen with his child. The thought of you letting him put something permanent inside of you drives him crazy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As much as he would love for people to see how cock drunk you get for him, Roman is a pretty private person, and being a public figure, he would much rather have sex in the comfort of his own home.

But he'd fuck you anywhere if you let him. On the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the floor, etc.

He likes to see you unravel completely for him, so anywhere there's a mirror, he's down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Believe it or not, Roman is VERY clingy to the woman he loves.

He wants your full attention and validation. Even if it's a small, meaningless compliment you give him, he will be turned on immediately.

Loves when you show off your body.

And if you were to show up to one of his matches wearing something revealing... the poor guy will be fucked up for his entire match. He'd do whatever he can to have you all to himself later on his private jet.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation kinks are a no for him. Light teasing is okay but that’s where he draws the line.

and he hates extreme role plays (incest, rape, etc)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Roman loves both receiving and giving for different reasons.

One of the only times you'll see Roman surrender to you is when you’re going down on him. He's not afraid to show and express how good he feels in that moment.

Truly obsessed with the way your mouth feels on him.

With his Moon in Leo, he gets off on the idea of having you on your knees worshipping him. It's more than sensation for him; its also about how loved and appreciated he feels. It feeds his ego.

Roman is addicted to eating you out. He enjoys seeing how much you need him and how good he makes you feel.

He'll love to drag it out as long as possible and tease the fuck out of you. He will have you begging until there are tears in your eyes. He's a menace. (I mean, this is Roman we're talking about; of course he is.)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Pretty rough but never fast unless he is frustrated with work or he just had enough of your bullshit.

On most days he likes taking his time with you and savoring the feeling of your pussy being wrapped around him.

But tease him enough and you won't be able to walk the next day. <3

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't favor quickies; he would rather take his time with you.

But some days he can't control himself and would just take you whenever he can and make up for it later.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really a risk taker in terms of exhibitionism.

But when it comes to new kinks and positions, he is always down to experiment. It makes sex even more fun for him.

Loves when you ask him to try new things with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds minimum. Sometimes more if he feels like it.

Like previously stated before, he loves being inside of you, and he's usually busy, so once he gets in the mood, he doesn't want to let go of that feeling.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes and no.

The most he would probably use on you is a vibrator or handcuffs.

But dildos? No.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lord. This man loves to tease you.

The type to tease you throughout the day instead of giving you what you want.

And in public he would grab your ass, whisper dirty things in your ear, and eye fuck you across the room just to make you wait until later.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not the loudest in bed; mostly groans and low grunts.

What really gets him off is listening to your sounds while he’s pleasing you.

He’s more of a talker anyways. Constantly praising you, telling you how beautiful you look taking him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves the thrill of crossing the line with you.

Each time you guys fuck, it's a game to see how far and dark you'll let him go. Whether that's leaving bruises and marks on each other's skin, edging, or something more intense like choking and bondage.

He's obsessed with the thought of you trusting someone like him with something so extreme.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ya'll already know he's big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Roman hates the feeling of you not being wrapped around him.

I swear if he could he will have you bent over for him every second of everyday.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sometimes he will fall asleep afterwards and sometimes he won’t it mostly depends on how busy he was that day and how late it is.

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