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[luuvprincess]

JESUSSSS TAKE MY PHONEEEEE

[y4-mama]

Jey Uso (Joshua Fatu) x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Jey was out with his brothers, and Sami, celebrating Solo's birthday. He wasn't home when he said he would be so you became suspicious and interrogated him

CONTENT: SEVERELY OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY😭 I suck at summaries. Might be a little inconsistent it's 12 am on a school night. ANGST YIPPEE🤑.Infidelity (it’s unfortunately jey). You and Jey are engaged in this. No use of Y/N. so give me a break😔🙏🏿

WC: 1961

Today something felt off. Your fiancé wasn’t with you and most likely wouldn’t be for a while since it was Solos birthday. You were invited but politely declined because you weren’t feeling that great. Jey told you he was gonna be back at around 7. It’s 9 pm and he’s just now getting home. He’s for sure in for something.

When he walked in the door, you were in the living room waiting for him. “Why are you home later than you said you’d be?” He just shrugged at you. “Ion know, maybe it was the traffic, maybe me, Solo, Jimmy, and Sami lost track of time or somethin.” Something about his tone was off to you, so you automatically assumed he was lying, “you don’t know? Jey stop lying to me.”

He was getting upset; he knew why he showed up later than he said. He just refused to tell you. “I ain’t lyin to you. I just don’t know why I got home so late!” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “You’re lying!” He kissed his teeth. "Man, I ain't lying." You took a deep breath. "Jey, tell the truth right now."

"I was just with Solo and them, we was havin' fun and lost track of time." You didn't want to raise your voice but he was starting to really piss you off. "YOU'RE STILL LYING!" He took a couple of steps towards you, "I'M NOT LYING!" You pushed him away from you. "You the one who said you hated lying AND NOW YOU'RE DOING JUST THAT?!" When you pushed him, he stumbled a bit but stabilized himself. He looked you in the eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

"You think I'm enjoying lying to you?!" You put a hand over your mouth and took a deep breath, "THEN TELL ME THE TRUTH!" "Man, I was with Solo, and em' we just got lost in conversation." You shook your head at him, "I still don't believe you."

Jey closed his eyes and sighed, trying to relax himself. "You still not believin me? You really think I'm lying to you just cuz?" "Yes! If it was the truth, you wouldn't have a problem saying it when I first asked." You were right, and he hated that. He groaned at that, "You want the whole truth? The reason why I ain't tellin' you?” You waved your arms around. "YES!"

He took a deep breath then took another step towards you, "I ain't tell you cause I don't want you freaking out." "Tell me." He sighed for a second time and crossed his arms. "Promise you won't freak out?" You let out a noise of disbelief. "I can't promise you nothin', now tell me."

He slumped his shoulders, "We was at a nightclub." You scoffed. He put his hands on his hips. "What's with the scoff?" "What were you doing there?" He rolled his eyes a bit, clearly annoyed, "Drinking? What else you think they do at clubs?" "That all you did?" He rolled his eyes once again. "That's all we did, now drop it." He was trying to dismiss the topic; he clearly didn't want to talk about it, which gave you more reason to find him suspicious.

"I don't believe you." He groaned yet again and ran a hand over his face. "You really don't believe me? I've told you the whole truth, why can't you just believe me?!" All these lies were starting to piss you off so you started yelling again.

"YOU WOULD'VE SAID IT WHEN I FIRST ASKED IF IT WAS THE TRUTH!" You raising your voice made him start to raise his, he wasn't exactly yelling. Just talking a little louder. "Well maybe I didn't wanna tell you cuz I knew you'd act like this!" You widened your eyes in anger. "I'M ACTING LIKE THIS CUZ YOU'RE LYING. IF ALL YOU DID WAS DRINK, THEN YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO LIE!"

The veins in his forehead started to pop out. "WHAT ELSE YOU THINK I WAS DOIN? TELL ME!" You don't respond and start walking upstairs. Once you reach your bedroom door, you call out to him. "You can stay on that couch till you're ready to tell me the truth." You enter your bedroom and lock the door to prevent him from coming in.

----

Jey sat on the couch for a full hour. He was pissed at the fact that you were pushing this so much but in the back of his mind he felt guilty. He decided that he should finally tell the truth. He went to your shared bedroom and knocked gently. You were lying on the bed when you heard him knock, but you didn't bother getting up to open the door, though. "You finally gonna tell me the truth?"

He sighed when he heard your words; he really didn't want to, but he knew coming clean was the right thing to do. "Uh... can I come in?" He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I swear that I'll tell you everything that happened, okay? No lies." You unlocked the door and let him in. He let out a sigh of relief and walked in, shutting the door behind him. He went to sit on the edge of the bed and looked at you as if he wanted you to sit next to him.

You didn't sit next to him; you completely ignored that little gesture. "Start talking." He looked over at you for a second, then sighed as he started. "Solo said we should go to a club, and everyone agreed, so we went to that one downtown. When we got there, Sami and Jimmy were dancing while Solo and I got drinks... We drank, joked around... the usual."

You had a gut feeling you knew where this was going, and you didn't like it. "That's not all you did, though... is it?" He looked away from you and shook his head. "No... that's not all we did." You took a shaky breath, and your eyes started to water. In a whisper, you said. "Jey, please tell me you didn't cheat on me." The way you said it made him feel even more guilty. "No, no, no, I didn't cheat on you."

"Then what did you do?" He sighed again and looked away, he was clearly scared to tell you because of your reaction. "We uh...we... We made a bet." You looked at him, confused. "A bet?" He nodded and looked at you, he looked so ashamed. "Yeah, uh...a bet." He looked away again, and his leg began to bounce up and down. "What kind of bet?"

He inhaled deeply and thought for a moment. He was still clearly hesitant about telling you; the thought of how you'd react was eating him inside. "A uh, a 'Who can get a woman's attention first' kind of bet..." You nodded and looked down. "Let me guess, you won?" His knee started bouncing up and down more rapidly, clearly, he was feeling uneasy. "...yeah. I won."

You look back up at him. "Am I not enough for you?" He started to shake his head rapidly. "No no no no. You're more than enough mama, I swear." He turned to face you and reached out to grab your hand gently, his thumb rubbing over it. You looked down at both your hands and gently pulled yours away.

He felt a sting when you pulled away from his grip; it hurt him as he watched you pull your hand away. "Please... don't do that." You laughed, but there was no humor behind that laugh. "You did this to yourself." He reached out to grab your hand again, this time a little more desperately. You took a step back. "When you got her attention, what happened after that?"

You could practically see his heart shattering as you avoided his touch; he knew he should've told the truth from the start. "I mean, I was talking to her, she was nice." "Talking?" He paused for a second, then took a deep, shaky breath. "Yeah.. then she started to try and feel up on me. I didn't let her though... then she uh, she kissed me. I-I promise that's all that happened, though."

You felt absolutely betrayed; you could barely even talk. "You let her kiss you?" He nodded his head, still looking away from you. He couldn't make eye contact with you. Guilt. He was feeling overwhelming amounts of guilt. "Yeah. I let her kiss me."

"Get out." He looked at you, confused. "What?" "Get.Out." His eyes widened, and he became slightly upset. "You-you're seriously kicking me out?" "You literally cheated on me!"

"I didn't cheat on you, it was only a kiss." You looked at him like he was crazy. "ONLY A KISS?!" "YES! Only a kiss, that's all that happened, I'm telling you the truth!" "So if I go and let another man kiss me, that's not cheating?" He fell quiet, now seeing where you were coming from. He knew it was cheating, but he was desperate to keep you in his life. "No, that-that's still cheating."

"Exactly. Get out." He took a deep, shaky breath and stood up from the bed. He let the bedroom and walked to the front door. "I'm sorry." You didn't even look at him. "You weren't sorry when you kissed her. You're only sorry cuz you got caught." His head hung low, you were right, and he knew that. If you hadn't said anything, he wouldn't have either. You were walking right behind him and opened the door for him. You took off your engagement ring and placed it in his palm. "You can come get your stuff in the morning."

He nodded and closed his eyes, exhaling. He walked out the door but stayed on the porch. You closed the door the second he was out of the house, and when you did, you broke down into tears. He stood outside the door and just listened to you sob. He leaned against the porch rail, dropping his head as he gripped onto it. He wanted to go back inside, but knew you wouldn't let him in. He pushed himself off the railing and got into his car, instantly pulling out his phone to find a hotel for the night.

----

It was about 10 a.m., and you were standing at your kitchen Island on your phone looking for new recipes to try out when you heard a knock. You took a deep breath, preparing to see his face again, and opened the door. When you opened the door, he tried to give you a smile, but it faltered when he saw how burnt out you looked. "Hey..." You didn't say anything to him and just moved out of the way to let him in.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and just stood there. The silence was so loud. The house felt so foreign compared to the usual lively atmosphere...he hated it. He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked over at you. You felt his eyes on you. "There's a suitcase on the bed for you." He nodded then silently found his way to the bedroom.

It was taking him a while to pack his things and leave, so you went to your bedroom and saw him standing there, with a full suitcase, staring at the bed you both used to share in sorrow. "Are you done?" He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you for a moment before looking down. "Uh...yeah, yeah, I'm done." You walk out of the room and back to the front doo,r with him following. There was a deep pain in his heart as he was getting closer to leaving the home he shared with you.

Once you both reach the door, you open the door for him. He stepped outside but stopped for a second and looked at you. "Can I ask you something?" "What, Jey?" He felt pathetic for what he was about to ask, but he was desperate for anything. "Can I... can I give you a hug before I go?" "Bye, Joshua."

He took a shaky breath and nodded. "R-right...bye." He turned his head away and walked to his car, his suitcase in hand. You were watching him walk away with tears in your eyes. He put his suitcase in the backseat then got into the drivers. He sat there for a second, trying to fight back tears that were threatening to fall. It was so quiet and he hated it. You let your tears fall then closed the door, saying goodbye to jey forever.

When he saw you close the door, he gripped the steering wheel, trying to prevent himself from walking right back to your door. After sitting in his car for a good thirty seconds, he turned the key in the ignition. It was actually over, and as heartbroken as he was, he knew deep down everything was his fault.

He started driving away from the home he shared with you, thinking of all the love that house carried. That's when the tears finally rolled down his cheeks.

A/N: Hi chat, uh, how was it? If there are any other websites or stuff I can use for a better layout please let me know typing on tumblr is killing me

[spiicii]

the usos / sibling rivalry

x fem!reader word count → 4.5k summary → what happens when jey loses a bet and jimmy wins a night with you? there’s only one condition: jey gets to watch. notes → a huge shoutout to the incredibly talented @wildbornsiren and her amazing fic that inspired this story. another source of inspiration would be this fantastic fic by @eringobragh420 which i cannot recommend enough. y’all are so talented … i bow to you!   links → masterlist / taglist  tags → unprotected piv sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, face-slapping, hair-pulling, restraints, dom/sub, orgasm delay, spanking, crying, squirting, breeding kink, fluff and aftercare at the end

“You ain’t gotta tie it so fucking tight,” Jey hissed, his eyes flashing in annoyance as he glared up at his older brother. His annoyance doubled when he met Jimmy’s wicked grin. 

“Gotta make sure you keep your hands to yourself, uce.” Jimmy’s words were already taunting and Jey curled in his lip in response. 

“Jimmy,” you chided, watching them both from where you reclined on the bed. “Be nice.” 

Jimmy’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Yes ma’am.” 

You watched as his deft fingers tied the intricate knots around his twin’s wrists, effectively restraining him to the chair by the bed. You hadn’t asked where Jimmy had learned to tie such complex knots, but it certainly wasn’t Boy Scout camp.  

Jimmy finally stood back to admire his work, his grin cocky. “Well, go on, uce. Try them.” 

Jey glared at him, but he still obeyed, tugging against the rope to test its strength. Jimmy’s cheshire grin widened, looking positively delighted at Jey’s predicament. 

“Looks like you ain’t going anywhere, little brother.” 

Jey’s eyes flashed again, his gaze downright murderous. Nobody knew how to press his buttons the same way his twin did. It was rare to see your normally easy-going boyfriend so riled up and you thought he’d never looked more beautiful. It was why you’d agreed to this, after all. Seeing Jey angry and restrained and begging to touch you was something you’d only fantasized about. 

You couldn’t help but jump down from the bed to approach him, reaching out a hand to trace his bearded jaw. You watched as Jey’s angry expression shifted into something far more vulnerable, his gaze up at you adoring. 

“You sure you’re okay with this?” You murmured. The three of you had already talked about safewords and expectations, but you wanted to be sure. 

Jey offered you a reassuring smile. “A bet’s a bet. Besides, I don’t mind watching my girl put on a show for me.” 

You smiled back, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. Jey leaned into your touch, his hands instinctively tugging on the ropes in an effort to reach out and touch you. You couldn’t help but smile. 

“I think I like you like this,” you murmured, continuing to pet him. “You look so pretty all tied up.” 

Jey’s cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering self-consciously to his twin who was leaning against the bed to watch the two of you with amusement. 

“Don’t look at him.” Your hand shot out to grab Jey by the beard, forcing his eyes back at you. “Look at me. And only on me. Understand?” 

Jey quickly nodded and you didn’t miss the way his cock jumped in his shorts. 

“Good boy.” 

You released his beard and Jey leaned forward to chase your hand, eager for more of your touch. You chuckled and moved away, watching with amusement as Jey whimpered at the loss, his puppy eyes pleading. 

“No more for you tonight, baby.” You told him. “Now be a good boy and stay.” 

Jey seemed distressed, already beginning to tug against the ropes around his wrists.

“See, that’s why I had to tie you.” Jimmy’s grin showed far too many teeth. “Knew you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” 

Jey’s face twisted at his words. 

“Jimmy.” There was a new warning in your tone. “You promised to play nice tonight.” 

Jimmy spread his hands. “What? It ain’t every day I get to fuck my brother’s girl in front of him. I can’t have a little fun with it?” 

“You can do something productive with your mouth instead of running it.” You shot back, already climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs in invitation. “Unless you’d rather switch places with Jey?” 

Jimmy’s grin was devilish, but you were pleased when he finally tugged his shirt over his head. “I can’t say I’d be mad if a girl as pretty as you decided to tie me up.” He admitted, throwing you a cheeky wink as he crawled between your legs. “But I guess we’ll save that for next time, huh?” 

You raised an eyebrow at his words, but your incredulity quickly took a backseat to desire as he began pressing open-mouthed kisses to the inside of your thigh. 

“Excited to see this pretty pussy my brother keeps talking about,” he murmured. “You already wet for me, baby?” 

You wanted to offer him a clever retort, but all thoughts flew out the window when he used his teeth to tug your panties to the side, allowing him to finally catch a glimpse of your soaked folds. 

“Even prettier than I imagined.” Jimmy breathed, his breath hot against you as he leaned closer. “Lemme have a taste, pretty girl.” 

You couldn’t help but moan as he licked a hot stripe up your leaking sex, throwing your head back against the pillow as the older twin began to explore you with his tongue. He ate you out leisurely, seemingly savoring your taste as he lapped up the nectar that was beginning to leak out of you. He nudged his tongue deeper into your hole and you shuddered at the feeling, the hairs from his beard tickling in the inside of your thigh. 

It should have felt strange having your boyfriend’s brother between your legs, but it didn’t. If anything, it felt strangely normal. Jimmy was familiar, his skin the same bronze, his own tribal ink similar to tattoos you’d already memorized. 

You realized that Jimmy was removing your panties, tossing them onto the floor to grant him better access to you. And when you met his gaze again, he was smiling. 

“Shirt too, baby,” he rumbled, motioning to the tank top you still wore. “Lemme see all of you.” 

You quickly obeyed, throwing the shirt onto the floor with the other pile of clothes to allow Jimmy’s large hands to reach up and palm at your breasts. 

“So beautiful,” Jimmy murmured, his gaze at you appreciative. “So lucky I get to see you like this, honey.” 

Before you had a chance to respond he dipped his head back down to resume licking at your swollen cunt, moving his hands back down to your thighs to keep you spread for him. 

Your gaze slid over to Jey, curious to see his reaction. The three of you had already spoken at great length about how things would go tonight, but now that it was really happening - Jimmy’s tongue exploring parts of you Jey had never imagined - you were worried he might be having second thoughts. He was normally pretty good about sharing with his brother, but he still had a jealous streak. What if he hated this? What if he regretted ever agreeing to it? What if he safeworded?

But you shouldn’t have had any doubts. 

Jey’s eyes were blown wide with lust, seemingly enraptured by the sight of his older brother feasting against your soaked folds like a starving man. You didn’t miss the way his cock jutted up from inside his shorts, a wet spot rapidly forming there. 

Jimmy’s teeth nipped at the inside of your thigh and you jumped at the sudden prick of pain. 

“Don’t look at him.” Jimmy growled, his fingers already reaching up to prod at your empty hole. “Look at me.” 

His fingers sank deeper inside you and you moaned, your eyelids fluttering as he scissored you open. His clever tongue found your clit and began circling the sensitive bud, his broad shoulders nudging at your legs to urge them further apart. 

Delicious heat curled at the base of your spine, another needy moan falling from your lips as Jimmy’s thick fingers explored deeper inside you. You could feel your gummy walls fluttering and clenching around him, greedily sucking him in. 

“Poor thing,” Jimmy tutted, his eyes glued to your cunt as it continued to leak around his fingers. “She’s hungry, ain’t she?” 

You gasped when he curled his fingers and found your g-spot, pleasure now throbbing between your legs. 

“Already close?” His words were taunting. “Knew you was a slut, but I didn’t think you’d come this fast.” 

“Jimmy.” You were writhing against the mattress now, Jimmy’s free hand gripping your thigh tighter to keep you still. His fingers were incessant, now pressing against that sweet spot inside you with devastating accuracy. You could feel yourself on the edge, your body tense as your orgasm rapidly approached. Then Jimmy withdrew his fingers. 

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, looking down at him in desperation. “Jimmy, please…” 

“Shut up.” He snarled, smacking the inside of your thigh and grinning when you yelped in surprise. “Don’t be greedy. I ain’t even fucked you yet.” 

You let out a whine, but Jimmy wasn’t looking at you anymore. He was now meeting his younger brother’s desperate gaze with a smirk, putting on a show as he licked his fingers clean. “Her pussy tastes even sweeter than I thought it would,” he jeered, his other hand still on your thigh to keep you spread open for Jey to see. “Too bad you can’t touch her, uce. She already begging for it.” 

Jey seethed in anger, tugging again helplessly against the ropes that kept him tied down. 

Jimmy chuckled, dipping his fingers back into your soaked folds one last time to gather more of your wetness. You watched with wide eyes as he slid off the bed and approached his brother’s side, holding out the fingers covered with your juices to his younger brother.  

“Wanna taste?” There was a challenge in Jimmy’s eyes and Jey’s anger wavered. He seemed uncertain now, his gaze flickering between you and his brother. 

“Well?” Jimmy’s grin was devilish. “How desperate are you, uce?” 

Jey stared at his fingers, practically licking his lips at the prospect of finally getting to taste you. But the line in the sand was clear. Would he cross it? 

Then Jey slowly opened his mouth. His cheeks turned a violent shade of red, his gaze up at his brother equal parts humiliated and desperate. 

“You an even bigger slut than her,” Jimmy huffed, though he seemed amused, quickly pushing his fingers into Jey’s mouth to allow him a taste. Jey’s eyelids fluttered, licking your juices from his brother’s fingers with fervor. 

Jimmy looked over to you with a smirk. “See how whipped you got him, girl? I’m impressed. Ain’t ever seen my brother this desperate before.” 

Your pussy clenched around nothing as you watched Jimmy remove his fingers from Jey’s mouth, Jey’s cheeks still beet red and his lips shiny with spit. He now looked thoroughly debauched, struggling to meet your gaze as Jimmy gave a derisive laugh. 

“Can’t say I blame you, uce.” Jimmy chuckled, picking up your discarded panties from the floor and wadding them up in his hands. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I get it.” 

Jimmy was quick to grab his twin by the hair, shoving your panties into Jey’s mouth when he let out a hiss of pain. 

“Good boy.” Jimmy’s words were mocking, offering his brother a condescending pat on the head just to watch Jey’s entire body flush crimson. “Now you just sit and watch. Might even learn a thing or two.” 

Jey’s eyes flashed murderously, his muscles rippling as he strained against the ropes. But when you met his gaze again, his pupils were blown wide. It was clear he hated this as much as he loved it. Your hole spasmed again when you saw that he didn’t spit out the panties in his mouth. 

“C’mere, slut.” 

Before you realized what was happening, Jimmy was grabbing you by the ankle, tugging you roughly until you were standing in front of him. 

“Pretty girl,” he cooed, reaching up to cup your cheek with his large hand. His eyes were softer now, staring down at you with unconcealed affection. “Can’t believe my brother’s been keeping you all to himself. Selfish, ain’t he?” 

You wanted to protest but he was quickly kissing you before you could, his lips warm against yours. You couldn’t help but lean into it, your knees already weak from his touch. His kisses were nothing like Jey’s. Jey was soft. Sweet. His kisses were always gentle, each one a sign of his love and affection. His kisses weren’t possessive - not like Jimmy’s. Jimmy kissed you like he owned you, his tongue bullying its way past your lips to claim your mouth for himself. And when his fingers reached up to tangle into your hair you gasped, your eyelids fluttering. 

“Such a submissive little thing,” Jimmy murmured, his eyes dark as he stared down at you. “That why you letting me do this to you? You like being roughed up like this?” 

Your cheeks grew warmer, suddenly unable to meet Jimmy’s smoldering gaze. Jimmy’s lip curled and he tugged on your hair again, a small whine escaping your lips at the feeling. 

“Answer me, slut.” He snarled. “You like being treated like this?” 

“Yes.” The word came out breathy, your voice hoarse. “Yes, I like it.” 

Jimmy smirked, his grip on your hair tightening. “That’s what I thought.” He leaned forward to lick up the side of your neck and you shivered. “That’s why you need this, baby. Need me to give you what my brother can’t.” 

He quickly released your hair and spun you around, pressing himself against your back as he held you close. You could feel Jey’s eyes watching you but you were too embarrassed to look at him. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Jimmy murmured, his breath hot in your ear. “Imma take care of you. Gonna give you whatchu been begging for.” 

He placed his hand between your shoulder blades and forced you to bend over the side of the bed. You felt a humiliating trickle of your own wetness run down your leg, the inside of your thighs already coated with it. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this wet. 

Jimmy’s cock nudged at your entrance and you gasped at the feeling. You hadn’t really gotten a good look at Jimmy’s dick before, but when you felt him pushing inside you, your hole spasming as it tried to accommodate his width, you realized that he was bigger than Jey. Much bigger. 

“Good girl,” Jimmy crooned, his hands roaming your body appreciatively as he gave you inch after agonizing inch. “Just made to take me, weren’t you, honey? Grippin’ my shit so tight. God, you feel so fucking good.” 

You felt tears prick at the corner of your eyes as he pushed deeper and deeper inside you. Jesus, how big was he? You started to squirm, your hole fluttering helplessly around him as that delicious burn began to curl from within. 

“Be still.” Jimmy’s hand shot out and grabbed you by the hair, forcing your back to arch further for him. “What’s wrong, slut? Ain’t used to being split open like this, are you? Guess Jey been going too easy on you.” 

You could see Jey staring out of the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t look at him. Not like this. You instinctively moved to hide your face in the sheets but Jimmy’s tight grip on your hair made it impossible. Instead, you were forced to screw your eyes shut, your body hot with arousal and embarrassment. You felt so slutty like this: bent over the side of the bed with your boyfriend’s brother inside you, your back arched and your face on display like you were Jimmy’s trophy. You felt helpless beneath him, his mocking laughter only making things worse. 

“I can feel you clenching around me, slut,” Jimmy laughed, landing a harsh swat on your ass just to hear you moan. “You love this, don’t you? Love getting fucked in front of my little brother.” 

You wanted to protest, but your body betrayed you. Your leaking hole spasmed at his words and Jimmy laughed harder. 

“Nasty fucking whore,” he cackled, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing. “God, where’d Jey dig up a slut like you?” 

He finally bottomed out and you let out a cry at the feeling, your body trembling beneath him. God, you’d never had anything this big inside you before. Jimmy was massive. 

“It’s alright, baby.” Jimmy cooed, rubbing a reassuring hand down your hip. “I gotchu. I know what you need.” 

His first thrusts had you moaning, your hole still struggling to accommodate him. 

“Such a good girl,” Jimmy praised, though his words were breathless, your velvety walls still tightly gripping him as he began to pound into you. “God, you feel amazing. I can see why my brother’s so whipped. If I got to fuck this pretty pussy every day, I’d do anything you asked me to.” 

He finally released your hair, your face immediately falling into the mattress to hide. You hadn’t looked at Jey since Jimmy had stuffed your panties in his mouth. Unfortunately, Jimmy noticed. 

“Aw, who you hiding from, honey?” 

You could feel Jimmy leaning forward, draping himself across your back even as he kept drilling into your leaking hole. 

“Nah, you gon’ look at him. You gon’ look at my brother.” 

Before you realized what was happening, Jimmy had a firm hand around your throat, forcing your head up once again to look in Jey’s direction. You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body burning with shame and embarrassment. It didn’t help that the pleasure from Jimmy’s thrusts were forcing small, breathy moans past your lips, your mind already growing hazy. 

“Look at him, slut.” Jimmy snarled, his breath hot in your ear, and your eyes flew open at his command. 

Jey’s eyes were impossibly wide, seemingly glued to the sight of his older twin fucking you in his own bed. His chest was heaving as he’d run a marathon, the skin around his wrists red from how hard he’d been tugging on the ropes. His forehead was beaded with sweat, his erection straining in his shorts. You couldn’t believe that he hadn’t spit out your panties yet, still holding them in his mouth to taste what little of you he could. 

“He fucking likes it,” Jimmy chuckled, his thrusts unfaltering as he continued to lean over you. “Likes seeing his girl fucked by his older brother. That’s because he knows I can do it better, ain’t that right, Jey?” 

Jey’s face went crimson, though you couldn’t be sure if it was from anger or arousal. 

Jimmy chuckled again, quickly flipping you onto your back to change his angle. 

“Just needed to see your pretty face, honey,” he purred, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek. “I can’t believe Jey gets to see you like this all the time. Lucky bastard. You make the cutest faces when you’re getting fucked.” 

This new angle had Jimmy’s cock aligned perfectly with your g-spot, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting up your spine with every cruel thrust of his hips. Jimmy leaned over you, one of his hands gripping your hip tightly to keep you close while the other cradled your cheek. His gold chain dangled in front of your face, glinting in the light.

“That’s why you needed the older brother to take care of you, isn’t it, slut?” Jimmy’s words were cocky, his lip twisted into a smirk as he stared down at you. “Needed Big Jim to give you what you need. And you need it bad. I can tell. I know Jey don’t fuck you like this.” 

He aimed a vicious slap to your cheek and you couldn’t help but moan, Jimmy grinning sadistically as you began to writhe beneath him. 

“You gonna come on this dick, bitch?” Jimmy’s words were strained now, his thrusts stuttering as he grew closer and closer to his own release. “Gonna cream all over my dick while your boyfriend watches?” 

You could barely keep your eyes open, the pleasure threatening to drown you. You could only nod, another moan tearing from your throat when Jimmy slapped you again. 

No matter how embarrassed you were at his words, you knew that Jimmy was right. Jey had never fucked you like this. And when you finally came, squirting all over Jimmy’s dick with a high-pitched keen, you weren’t sure you’d ever felt pleasure this intense before. The spray coated both of your stomachs, surprising Jimmy so much that he leaned back to watch with wide eyes. 

“Holy shit,” Jimmy looked stunned. “You squirting just for me, baby?” 

You were too exhausted to feel embarrassed, your hole continuing to spasm and convulse around Jimmy’s massive length. You opened your eyes just enough to see Jimmy’s triumphant grin, his eyes now on his brother. 

“Yeah, I bet she ain’t ever done that shit for you, uce. Gushing all over my dick like a goddamn fountain.” 

You couldn’t see Jey at this angle, but you could hear his heavy breathing behind you. You could only imagine what he looked like - your panties still between his teeth, his face a beautiful shade of red. 

“Gonna come inside your girl, Jey,” Jimmy’s voice was a low growl, leaning forward to cage you in possessively as his hips stuttered out of rhythm. You caught a glimpse of Jimmy’s gaze and it was wicked. “Gonna breed her and make her mine. And whatchu gonna do about it? Just gonna have to sit there and watch, won’t you, little brother?” 

You could have sworn you were going to come again from the brutal way he was pounding into you, your body still twitching from pleasure and overstimulation. You couldn’t help but moan when Jimmy finally spilled inside you, hot ropes of come painting your gummy walls white. You could feel your cunt fluttering and convulsing around him, trying to milk every last drop from his softening cock. 

Eventually Jimmy stilled, his breath coming out in short, ragged pants. 

The room suddenly seemed very quiet, your soft moan sounding louder than usual when Jimmy finally pulled out of you. 

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Jimmy’s words were sweet, a stark contrast to the nasty filth he’d been spitting before. “I gotchu, baby. You’re okay.” 

He quickly retreated to grab a warm washcloth, washing your tearstained face and cleaning the mess between your legs. You let out a low hum of contentment when he maneuvered you to the middle of bed, tucking you into the sheets before pressing one final kiss to your cheek. 

“Sweet girl.” He murmured affectionately before pulling away, his eyes now on his younger brother.

Jimmy chewed his lip in an uncharacteristic display of nervousness, slowly climbing off the bed to approach the chair where Jey was tied. Jey watched him warily. He had spit out your panties long ago, his fingers now flexing dangerously as Jimmy got closer. 

“I’ll…get the ropes.” Jimmy mumbled, kneeling beside his brother to undo the intricate knots around Jey’s wrists. Jey said nothing in return, his expression inscrutable. While everything that happened tonight had followed the expectations set up in advance, Jimmy had certainly taken some creative liberties. Would Jey be angry? 

The air felt tense. Jimmy’s brow furrowed in concentration as he finally freed Jey’s left arm. Jey let out a sigh, grimacing as he attempted to stretch the sore muscle. Jimmy watched him carefully. He seemed to be expecting a hit from Jey’s newly freed hand, his body stiff from where he knelt beside his brother. 

“You gonna untie my other arm or you want me to do it?” 

Jimmy seemed startled by Jey’s words. “Nah, I got it, uce.” he muttered, now focused on Jey’s other arm until it was finally free. 

Jey grimaced again, rubbing his chafed wrists. 

“Hold on, lemme grab something.” Jimmy was quick to stand, retreating into the bathroom and returning with an aloe cream. Jey raised an eyebrow when Jimmy knelt beside him again, squirting some of the aloe onto his own fingers and gingerly reaching out to take his younger brother’s arm.  

“Lemme help, uce.” He murmured, rubbing the aloe across the red skin and massaging Jey’s sore wrists. “I know it gotta hurt.” 

Jey allowed it, his eyes never leaving his brother’s even when Jimmy finally retracted his hands and stared up at him. 

“We good?” 

Jimmy’s question was tentative, his eyes flickering down to Jey’s hands. You wondered if he would fight back if Jey decided to hit him. Some of Jimmy’s dirty talk had been diabolical. Had it been anyone else, you had no doubt that Jey would have killed them. 

Your heart soared when you saw the barest traces of a smile on Jey’s lips. “Yeah, we always good, uce.” 

Jimmy’s smile was so bright that it felt like you were staring into the sun. “Oh, good.” He seemed relieved. “I guess I went a little overboard, huh?" 

Jey shrugged, helping his brother to his feet. “Nah. We already talked about it beforehand. I knew what I was getting into. Besides, a bet’s a bet.” 

You struggled to follow the rest of the conversation, your eyes growing heavy as you listened to Jey shuffle to the bathroom to clean up. It wasn’t until he crawled into the bed with you, his lips brushing across your temple, that you opened your eyes again. 

“You alright, baby?” Jey murmured, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close. 

“Mm hm.” You hummed, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. “Are you?” 

Jey grinned. “Yeah, I’m alright. More than alright actually. That was hot as fuck.” 

“Really?” You couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Wasn’t sure if you’d like it.” 

“Only thing I didn’t like was the damn rope.” Jey chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “And that’s only because it hurt. Next we using cuffs or some shit.” 

“Next time?” 

A splotch of pink dotted Jey’s bronze cheeks, but he still maintained your gaze. “Yeah. Next time.” 

You heard a small cough and turned your gaze to the bedroom door. Jimmy stood in the threshold, now fully clothed with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Well, I guess I better head out.” He said, suddenly looking uncomfortable. He seemed to have trouble meeting your gaze. “I’ll see y’all later.” 

“Where are you going?” You asked, sitting up in concern to stare at him. 

Jimmy furrowed his brow in confusion. “Whatchu mean?” 

“I…” You suddenly felt embarrassed. The three of you hadn’t discussed what would happen afterwards. “I don’t want you to go.” 

Jimmy’s eyes flickered over to his brother, but Jey seemed unbothered, reclining further back into the pillows to give a cat-like stretch. 

“You want me to stay?” This seemed like a revelation to Jimmy, his eyes wide as he stared at you. 

“What, you got a hearing problem now?” Jey’s words were sharp, but his eyes sparkled with humor. “Come on, uce. We ain’t got all night.” 

Jimmy dropped his bag, approaching the side of the bed with caution. You offered him a reassuring smile. 

“Thought you liked to cuddle?” You questioned, pulling the sheets back to welcome him in. Jimmy removed his shoes and jacket, only stripping off his pants when you gave him an encouraging nod. 

“I do.” he muttered, finally climbing into bed with you. “I just didn’t wanna impose.” 

“I think we’re past that now, Jim.” You chuckled, reaching out to take his hand. “Don’t you?” 

Jimmy couldn’t help but smile, interlacing your fingers together and giving you a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah.” he said. “Yeah, I think we are.”  

_____

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SWEET LIKE CANDY 6 • JEY USO

author's note: i'm baaaaaaack! I am so so sorry for the long awaited update, school truly put me through the ringer these past few weeks but thankfully everything is starting to settle down which means more frequent updates!!! part 6 honestly also took so long because I am high key a perfectionist and keep on finding things to add and revise but trust me when I say you are in for a delicious treat. thank you so much for all of your love and support and happy reading my loves☺️💗

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem!oc (cherise dupree aka candy)

tags: 18+ (MDNI) angst, tears, talks of past predatory behaviors, grooming, financial abuse, small bit of violence in the beginning, crashout jey uso™, cherise needs a hug and jey is willing to give her that and more, "I love you", unprotected sex (be smart people!), pussy eating, fingering, praise, love bites, lots of kissing and touching, daddy kink (although very minimal), multiple orgasms, multiple positions, dirty talk, body worship, squirting, creampie, hand holding, aftercare, pet names (baby girl, mama, pretty girl, baby), fluffy aftercare, bubble baths, massages, pillow talk, jey is really taking care of our girl in this one.

word count: 10.6k words

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Cherise’s breath hitched.

Her eyes were locked on Jey’s hands. Big, bruised, still clenched tightly around Tremaine’s collar. The man lay crumpled on the gym floor, face swollen, nose bleeding, one eye already purple and nearly shut.

She barely registered Jimmy holding Jey back, the tense lines in his shoulders, the warning in his voice. All she could focus on was Jey’s chest rising and falling, the way his jaw clenched, teeth bared, eyes dark and wild with rage.

She’d seen Jey angry before. Seen him in the ring, all aggression and snarling confidence. Like a lion staking its claim. But this? This was different.

And the craziest part?

It shouldn’t have made her feel this way, shouldn’t have sent heat curling low in her belly, shouldn’t have made her pulse flutter the way it did. But seeing Jey…her Jey…furious, defending her honor like this, looking every bit of the protector she needed?

Fuck.

Something warm and thrilling shivered down her spine, heat blooming in her cheeks.

“Joshua,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost pleading.

Jey’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice. His eyeswild and dark just seconds before softened immediately, flickering with recognition and something else. Something vulnerable.

“Cherise,” he breathed, voice raw.

Her hands shook, fingers instinctively reaching out, brushing his cheek, coaxing his eyes away from Tremaine’s battered, bleeding body and back to her.

“Hey,” she murmured, voice gentler now. “C’mon, baby. Let him go. He ain’t worth it.”

Jey’s jaw clenched, his eyes flickering between her and Tremaine. But her touch, soft and warm against his cheek, seemed to anchor him, seemed to pull him back from the brink. His fingers flexed once, twice, before he finally released his grip with a low, frustrated snarl.

Tremaine crumpled to the floor with a pained groan, curling in on himself.

Jey’s hands were still shaking, his breath coming out in ragged pants. But he didn’t move. Didn’t look away from her. Just stared, eyes dark and tormented, chest heaving, like he was terrified she might vanish if he blinked.

“Come on,” Cherise whispered, threading her fingers through his, tugging him gently back. “We need to talk.”

Jey hesitated, gaze darting between her and Tremaine’s crumpled body. But when she squeezed his hand, soft and sure, he exhaled, shoulders slumping. His fingers tightened around hers, warm and rough and unsteady.

Jimmy and Trinity stood beside one another, with raised brows, glancing between two with a look that screamed “I told you so.”

But Jey just shook his head, muttering something low and dark under his breath before letting Cherise pull him towards the door.

♡

The drive back to her apartment was quiet.

Not the sharp, suffocating silence from before but something softer, laden with unspoken words and stolen glances. Cherise’s fingers twisted in the sleeves of Jey’s hoodie, the one she’d swiped weeks ago, still smelling faintly like him.

Jey’s knuckles were raw and bruised, gripping the steering wheel in a tight vice. His bottom lip busted from one of Tremaine’s desperate swings, split on one side, a smear of crimson painting the curve of his mouth.

But he didn’t seem to notice or care. Didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed fixed on the road, but every few minutes, they flickered to her—quick, worried, aching.

Cherise’s chest tightened.

She hadn’t meant for this to happen. Hadn’t meant for Jey to get involved, to see the ugliest, most broken parts of her past. Hadn’t meant for him to bleed for her.

But God, the way he’d fought without hesitation, without mercy just because someone had dared to hurt her?

That did something dangerous to her heart.

She exhaled shakily, staring at her hands. “You’re bleeding,” she mumbled, voice small.

Jey’s eyes flicked to her, brows furrowing. “Ain’t nothin’, mama,” he muttered, but his voice was softer now, less rough around the edges.

Cherise bit her lip, fingers twisting tighter in the sleeves of his hoodie. “Let me take care of it,” she whispered.

Jey hesitated, jaw flexing. But then he exhaled, shoulders sagging.

“…Aight, baby girl.”

♡

Jey didn’t want to sit down.

In fact, he seemed more interested in pacing laps around her living room, shoulders bunched tight with restless energy, every few seconds running a hand over his face and scowling at the floor like it had personally wronged him.

Cherise watched him from the couch, her legs tucked beneath her, with a look of concern. Her eyes flickered to his busted lip, the bruise darkening on his cheek, and guilt twisted sharp in her stomach.

“You’re gonna reopen it if you keep doing that,” she muttered quietly, her voice soft.

Jey paused mid-step, turning to look at her, brows furrowing. “Huh?”

She gestured to his mouth, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “You keep licking it. You’re gonna make it worse.”

He blinked, like he hadn’t even realized he was doing it, then huffed, scowl deepening. “Ain’t nothin’. I’m fine.”

Cherise rolled her eyes. “Sit down.”

“Cherise.”

“Joshua.”

Jey’s jaw clenched. But then he sighed, grumbling under his breath, and finally, finally, dropped onto the couch beside her, knees spread, arms folded over his chest.

She bit back a smile, scooting a little closer, fingers twitching nervously in her lap. “Lemme see.”

“I said I’m fine, baby,” he muttered, though the way his eyes flickered to her lips said otherwise.

“Stop bein’ stubborn,” she huffed, cupping his jaw and turning his face gently towards her.

He froze, eyes going wide, breath hitching. And for a second, just a split second, his eyes dipped to her mouth, and Cherise’s pulse skipped.

Focus.

She leaned in, her thumb brushing carefully over his split lip, brow furrowing at the way he winced. “You’re not fine, dumbass,” she muttered softly. “This is gonna need peroxide.”

Jey snorted. “I had worse.”

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, rising to grab her first aid kit. “Sit still.”

Jey didn’t move when she walked back in.

Didn’t speak.

Just sat there, elbows on his thighs, jaw tight as his fingers laced together, bouncing anxiously. His entire body was still humming with leftover adrenaline. He could feel it in the twitch of his fists, the tightness in his chest, the ringing silence left in Tremaine’s wake.

And Cherise?

Cherise looked like she was about to cry again.

Not like earlier. Not like at the gym, when she’d rushed into the room like a woman possessed, like she was scared of what he might do. This was different. Softer. Quieter. Like something inside her had finally cracked open, and she didn’t know how to hold the pieces together anymore.

She knelt between his knees, first aid kit in her lap, and let her fingers brush gently under his chin.

“C’mere.”

Jey blinked down at her. “I said I’m—”

“If you say you’re fine one more time, Joshua…” Her voice was low, shaky, but laced with that same fire he always adored. “I swear to God, I will slap the lip off your face myself.”

He smirked. “Damn. You nursin’ me or threatenin’ me?”

“Both.”

“Soundin’ real toxic, mama.”

She rolled her eyes, but the tiniest curve tugged at her mouth. “You seem to like it though.”

“Mhmm.” His voice was low, but his eyes never left hers. “I do.”

Cherise swallowed hard and turned her attention to his lip. The cut was small but deep, split open just on the right side, already swelling. A small bruise was blooming along his cheekbone, and there was dried blood at the corner of his mouth.

She hated it.

Hated knowing it was her fault he was like this.

“This gon’ sting,” she whispered.

“I’m good.”

“You always say that,” she muttered, dabbing the antiseptic on a cotton pad.

And when it touched the fragile skin, he flinched just a little.

Her brows drew together. “See?”

Jey grunted, his shoulders twitching. “Aight, you was right. That shit burn.”

“Mm. That’s what you get,” she murmured, her voice smaller now. “Stupid.”

Jey huffed a quiet laugh, watching her. His gaze flickered over her face, her lashes, the crease in her brows, the tension in her jaw. Her lips were tight, pressed together like she was holding something in. Like she was trying not to cry.

“You okay, mama?” he asked quietly.

Cherise didn’t answer.

She just kept cleaning, her fingers gentle, careful, brushing beneath his jaw, her eyes focused on anything but him.

Jey reached up, stilling her hand. “Cherise.”

She swallowed hard.

He used her name. Not Candy. Not some nickname of endearment. Just…her. And it hit something deep in her chest, something raw and old and broken.

“I’m okay,” she said quietly, dabbing the cotton against the busted corner of his lip once more.

He winced, but didn’t move.

“Lyin’,” he muttered.

She let out a soft breath. “Yeah. Kinda.”

He didn’t push. Just let her tend to him in silence, his hands resting on her thighs for balance, fingers splayed wide, warm and grounding.

"You really went after him," she whispered after a beat, her eyes flicking up to meet his. "You didn’t even hesitate."

Jey’s jaw clenched. “I told you. I ain’t lettin’ nobody play wit’ you like that.”

Her hand stilled. “You coulda got arrested, Joshua. You could’ve—he could press charges.”

“Let him,” he said, voice sharp. “Let that bitch press somethin’. He won’t walk straight for a month. I’ll take that case proud.”

Cherise gave him a look, half stern, half…helplessly soft. Because under all that fire, all that fury, was something real. Something hers.

"You didn’t have to do all that."

“Yes I did.” His voice dropped lower. “You ain’t see your face, Cherise. When you saw him. The way you froze up. The way you damn near disappeared on me in real time.”

She looked down.

“Baby,” he murmured, grasped her free hand. “What did he do to you?”

Her breath hitched.

“I ain’t askin’ to poke around in your pain,” he said gently. “I’m askin’ ‘cause I want you to let me hold some of it.”

Cherise’s throat closed.

She looked up at him, really looked, and saw nothing but sincerity. Kindness. Patience.

And love, maybe.

Even if he hadn’t said it yet.

Her hand trembled in his. “He…he made me hate myself.”

Jey’s gaze didn’t waver. “Tell me, mama.”

Her hands dropped to her lap.

She sat back, still on her knees between his legs, and stared at the floor for a long moment. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

“I was eighteen,” she said quietly. “Young. Dumb. Thought I knew everything. And Tremaine…he was older. Charming. Said all the right things.”

Jey’s fingers tightened slightly on her thigh, but he said nothing.

“He used to buy me things. Clothes, food, let me crash at his place when I didn’t wanna go home. Told me he believed in me. That he wanted to help me get into nursing school after I graduated college. That I was special.”

Her voice cracked.

“But I wasn’t special. Not to him. I was just moldable.”

Jey’s jaw clenched. She saw it from the corner of her eye.

“He’s the one who put the idea of dancing in my head,” she said. “Told me it was empowering. Told me it would help me pay for school, give me control over my own life and I trusted him.”

Jey brushed his thumb along her thigh, slow, reassuring.

“But it was never really mine. He chose the name. Candy.” Her lip curled, disgusted.

Jey lifted a brow. “Why that?”

“I used to keep candy in my purse.” She glanced up, her eyes glassy but dry. “When I was little. I’d have very bad anxiety. Couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t breathe. So my dad used to buy me these lil’ peppermints. Said if I started panickin’, I should take one. Focus on the taste. Let it ground me.” She paused, her voice hitching. “It was stupid, but it helped.”

Jey nodded and let her continue.

“After he died, I started keepin’ ‘em with me everywhere. Even now, I still got some in my bag.” Her voice cracked. “It made me feel safe, I guess. Like…like I could control somethin’. Like maybe I wouldn’t spiral if I had somethin’ sweet on my tongue.”

Her voice hardened a little as she let herself finally unpack the baggage she held onto for years. “I told him about the candies one night—dumb, I know—and next thing I know, I show up to the club for my first shift and he’s like, ‘Yo, Candy. That’s your name now.’” Her mouth twisted. “Candy sounded like temptation. Like somethin’ you ain’t supposed to have. Somethin’ sweet you suck on. His words, not mine.”

Jey’s jaw ticked.

Cherise looked down at her hands. “I hated it. Hated how easy it was to let him talk me into everything. ‘You got a pretty face, baby. That’s money right there.’ ‘You don’t gotta do nothin’ you don’t wanna do.’ ‘It’s just dancin’, Cherise. You ain’t fuckin’ nobody.’” Her voice turned bitter. “But it was never just dancin’. Not to him.”

Jey leaned forward slowly, elbows resting on his knees, his hands coming to rest gently on her thighs.

“He made you feel like you didn’t have a choice,” Jey said softly. His voice low and sure, as his fingers stayed wrapped around her thighs like he was trying to keep her grounded. To keep her here.

Cherise nodded slowly, her throat tight. “He ain’t just made me feel like it… He took my choices. Like they were his to begin with.”

She paused, her nails digging gently into her palms. “He used to do this thing where he called me by my name when I did somethin’ he didn’t like, and Candy when I was what he needed me to be.”

Her lips twisted.

“After a while, I stopped even hearing Cherise. Felt like…she ain’t even exist no more. Like she died the day my mom did.”

Jey’s expression looked pained at the sentence.

Cherise scoffed to herself. “Yeah. That’s what he said too. Said Cherise was too soft and scared. Said Candy was the one who knew how to survive.”

Jey’s jaw flexed tightly. Almost as if he has the urge to run out and hunt the bastard down for round two.

“And the worst part is?” she said, her voice cracking. “I started believing him. I started separating the two in my head like I had to kill off the soft part of me just to make it out. Like my mother didn’t die bringing me into this world, so I could fuckin’ live in it.”

Her vision blurred again, her breathing shallow.

“And then that party…” Her voice was a whisper now, barely there. “That was when I realized I was just a prop to him.”

Jey leaned forward, his hands sliding gently up her thighs, grasping onto one of her hands, waiting patiently.

“He invited me out like we was goin’ somewhere fancy—told me to wear somethin’ cute, somethin’ tight. Like it was a lil’ dinner date. Said he wanted to treat me for being good.”

Jey’s expression darkened.

“I showed up lookin’ nice. Real nice. Hair pressed and curled, heels on, this red dress I bought with the tips I hid from him.” She laughed bitterly. “And I walk in with him to this suite in Buckhead… and it’s a fuckin’ bachelor party.”

She paused.

“My name was already on the damn flyer.”

Jey blinked. “Flyer?”

“They printed flyers, Jey. My face. My stage name. ‘Special guest: Candy.’ And he never told me. Never asked. Just… threw me to the wolves. Gave me a g-string and a bottle of liquor and told me to make him look good.”

Her throat bobbed. She could barely speak now.

“I ain’t never felt that small in my life,” she whispered. “They was shoutin’, laughin’, throwin’ money before I even touched the pole. One of his boys grabbed me…like full on grabbed me and Tremaine just stood there. Watchin’. Smilin’ like he was bein’ turned on by me being uncomfortable.”

Cherise didn’t notice the way her voice cracked. The way her face crumpled. The way the first tear slipped down her cheek until it landed right on his thigh. “And when I decided to leave him for good, He ran off with all of my money. Every dollar I was savin’ for school. He claimed I ‘owed’ him. That it was his severance package or some dumb shit.”

“I’m twenty eight and I’m still trying to pull my eighteen year old self out of that room. And I never got to tell my story. People just assumed I was fast. That I liked it. But I was groomed, Jey. I was a kid.”

The last word broke something inside her.

And maybe it was the way he stayed so still.

Maybe it was the way his hand didn’t leave hers, or the way his thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow and soft.

He rested his forehead against hers, his hands gripping her thighs.

“I’m sorry, Cherise” he whispered, voice raw. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and this time, she didn’t hide them. She didn’t pull away when Jey leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, then her temple, then the wet corner of her eye.

“I didn’t let Candy die though,” she whispered. “I remade her.”

She looked up then, her eyes red rimmed but defiant.

“I made her mine.”

“I picked my own outfits. My own music. I stopped dancin’ for money and started dancin’ for control. I started sayin’ no. I made my own schedule. I got selective with my dances, who I gave my energy to. Candy became someone I chose to be. Not someone I had to be to survive.”

Her voice thickened. “You remember that night when we met? And I picked you for VIP?”

Jey nodded slowly.

“I picked you,” she whispered. “Because I saw something soft in your eyes. Not just hunger. You didn’t look at me like I was somethin’ to consume. You looked at me like I was worth bein’ seen.”

“And when I saw you again after all that time,” she murmured, “I thought maybe… just maybe, I could let someone in. Let you in. But then Tremaine showed up.”

Jey’s expression shifted to something dark and protective. “He was at your apartment?”

“He came to my door, Jey,” she whispered. “Three weeks ago. That’s why I pushed you away.”

Jey’s face turned cold, but he didn’t interrupt. He just kept his hand on her skin, like he was holding her safely…grounding her.

“I wanted to believe you were different,” she choked out. “But when he said all that shit…about you just wantin’ what I could give you? It just…it felt too real. Like maybe I was stupid for thinkin’ this could be more.”

“Nah,” Jey said sharply, his voice low and certain. “Never.”

Cherise blinked. “But why?”

Jey pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.

“You really think I’m that kinda dude?”

Cherise shook her head quickly. “No. I don’t. Not really. I just…I didn’t think someone like you could want someone like me.”

Jey face fell. His voice dropped, low and thick.

“Why not?”

“‘Cause you’re Jey Uso,” she exclaimed. “You’re world tours. You’re stadium lights. You’re championships. And I’m just someone tryin’ to piece her life back together.”

“You not just anything,” he said, his voice a growl. “You are everything. You hear me?”

Cherise blinked almost as if she couldn’t believe what she is hearing.

“I saw you,” he murmured. “From the jump. And you ain’t never had to pick between Candy and Cherise for me. I want all of it, baby girl. Every version of you. The one who smiles soft, and the one who bites back.”

She inhaled shakily, her fingers tightening around his.

“I ain’t just tryna see you naked in the club,” he said, brushing his thumb over her lips, careful of the bruise. “I’m tryna see you in the morning light. In scrubs. With your books all laid out on that little ass coffee table I organized.”

Cherise let out a breathy laugh through the tears, covering her face. “You really did organize my shit…”

“I did.” He smirked gently. “Color-coded and everything which..you welcome.”

She giggled into her hands, her voice watery and broken and warm.

“You paid my tuition,” she whispered, finally letting the words out.

Jey’s smile faltered. He sat back a little, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes still on hers.

“I did.”

“Why?”

He was quiet for a second, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Because you deserve it,” he said simply.“It shouldn’t take a miracle or working yourself to death for you to get what you need. You was already fightin’ for it on your own and I just wanted to make it a little easier.”

Cherise’s throat closed. “That’s a lot of money, Jey.”

“I know.”

“You ain’t even tell me.”

“Didn’t want to. It wasn’t about credit, mama. It was about you.” His voice dropped. “All I wanted was to see you win and succeed.”

Her lip trembled, and she reached for him before she could stop herself, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck. He caught her instantly, arms strong around her back, his hands cradling her like she was something precious.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so so sorry, Jey.”

“Nah,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her temple. “You ain’t gotta apologize for protectin’ your peace.”

“I thought I had to do it all alone.”

“You don’t.” His voice was thick, trembling at the edges. “Not no more.”

Cherise sniffled, pulling back just enough to look at him and her eyes dropped to his arm, the butterfly inked on the inside of his bicep.

Her breath caught.

“You put that in the note.”

“I did,” he murmured, eyes on hers. “I knew you’d know it was me.”

Her fingers reached out, tracing the soft lines of the tattoo, her touch feather-light. “Why the butterfly?”

His lips curled.

“Because they survive shit they ain’t supposed to,” he said softly. “They start out as somethin’ small and ugly and stuck, but when it’s time? They grow wings and fly.”

Cherise couldn’t breathe.

Jey leaned in slowly, brushing his forehead to hers, their noses grazing. “You my butterfly, baby.”

Her breath hitched. “Jey…”

“Yes, baby?” he responds, lips ghosting over hers.

“…Please stay.” she whispers against his lips.

Jey didn’t hesitate to capture her lips with his own.

♡

The bedroom was dim.

Quiet.

Soft shadows stretched across the walls, the room smelling faintly like vanilla and her body butter. Cherise’s curls were tied up high, but a few strands had fallen loose around her face. Her cheeks were still flushed, her full lips parted slightly as she watched him from the foot of the bed.

Jey’s eyes raked over her slowly.

From the delicate slope of her shoulders to the curve of her waist under the hoodie, to the thick thighs visible just beneath the hem, bare and gleaming from where she’d been curled against him earlier.

His voice came out low. Rough.

“You sure, mama? We don’t have to-”

She cut him off with a nod. One, slow but sure. “I’m sure. I’m done runnin’.”

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, lifting a hand to trace the line of her jaw with his thumb. Her skin was warm beneath his touch, eyes fluttering as his palm slid to cup her cheek.

“Aight,” he murmured, dipping his head.

“I’ma take my time then.”

The kiss wasn’t urgent.

It was deep. Slow. All tongue and teeth and soft moans slipping between them as Cherise melted against him.

Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer until there was no space between their bodies. Just heat and tension and years of wanted to be loved the right way finally unraveling at the seams.

Jey growled low when her hips brushed his, his hands sliding up under the hoodie, palms dragging over soft, bare skin.

“You got nothin’ on under here?” he murmured against her mouth.

“Maybe.”

“Girl…”

His hands roamed higher until they found the curve of her waist, thumbs brushing the sides of her ribs. His breath hitched when he felt the under curve of her breasts which were bare, soft, and warm.

Cherise smirked against his lips. “Listen…I was comfy before I ran out to stop you from killing that man.”

“Seems like you tryna kill me tonight,” Jey muttered, kissing her harder.

She let out a breathless laugh that turned into a gasp as he slid the hoodie up over her head, lifting her arms and dragging it free in one smooth motion.

Then he froze.

Jey’s gaze raked over her bare chest like a man starving.

God, she was beautiful.

Rich brown skin soft and glowing in the lamplight. Full breasts, heavy, topped with deep brown nipples already stiff from anticipation. The soft curve of her belly, the stretch of her waist, the plush of her thighs.

He took a step back just to look.

“You gon’ make me say it again,” he muttered, licking his lips. “Damn, mama.”

Cherise flushed, but didn’t cover herself. Not this time.

Not with the way he was lookin’ at her.

Not when she could see admiration in his eyes.

“I’m nothin’ special,” she whispered.

Jey’s head snapped up.

He stepped forward, slid his arms around her waist, and lifted her onto the edge of the bed like she weighed nothing.

Then he knelt between her thighs and looked up at her with that same focused intensity he gave the first night they met.

“Lemme tell you somethin’,” he said, voice low. “You everything, baby girl. I ain’t never wanted nobody like I want you. You sittin’ up here actin’ like you regular, and I’m out here ready to go to war over you girl.”

Cherise let out a soft laugh but it caught in her throat when his mouth pressed to her chest.

Jey kissed her breast first, soft and slow. His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing it until it hardened, then he sucked it between his lips, deep and slow, like he wanted to taste every inch.

Cherise gasped, her hand flying to the back of his head.

“J-Joshua…”

“Mmm,” he hummed, switching sides, letting his teeth graze the peak before sucking it again.

The pressure, the heat, the devotion in the way he kissed her made her whole body tighten. Her thighs shifted, hips rolling forward just slightly as he mouthed and licked over the swells of her chest like she was dessert.

“You taste so good, baby,” he murmured, dragging his tongue down her sternum. “So fuckin’ soft. Got me losin’ my mind.”

Cherise whimpered as he laid her back slowly on the mattress, climbing up to hover over her.

His shirt was still on so she tugged it.

“You always got somethin’ to pull off me,” he teased, stripping it in one smooth motion.

And when his shirt dropped to the floor, God, she could have sworn her mouth watered.

The tattoos, the muscle, the sheer weight of him above her. The way the butterfly curled just inside his bicep.

He caught her staring.

“You still thinkin’ ‘bout that note?”

She nodded.

“I ain’t write that just to be cute,” he said softly. “I wrote it ‘cause it’s real. You really do deserve all this. You deserve me takin’ my time wit’ you. You deserve to be held right.”

He dipped his head, lips brushing her jaw.

“Kissed right.”

Down her neck.

“Tasted right.”

His tongue traced her collarbone, slow, teasing.

“Loved right.”

Cherise’s body arched as he pressed his lips lower.

Jey’s mouth dragged down the soft slope of her belly, his hands spreading wide over the plush of her thighs, his palms so big they made her look even softer beneath him.

Cherise trembled.

The cool air kissed over her damp skin, every inch of her buzzing from the slow trail of his kisses. She could feel his breath ghosting over the waistband of her panties . The delicate lace in deep red, damp in the center from how long she’d been aching for him.

Jey’s fingers slid under the waistband, and he looked up at her. Controlled. Focused. Dangerous.

“You want this off, baby?” he murmured, voice low and full of promise.

Cherise nodded, but he didn’t move.

“Use them words, pretty girl.”

Her breath caught. “Yes. Please.”

“Mmm.” Jey’s smirk deepened, and he tugged the lace down her thighs slow, like he was unwrapping a gift he’d waited too long to open.

And when he saw her?

Spread open, glistening, already soaked for him?

His mouth dropped open like he’d just seen God.

“Shit, mama…” he groaned, dragging two fingers slowly along her folds, collecting the slick there, then rubbing small, gentle circles over her clit. “You already this wet for me?”

Cherise whimpered, hips twitching.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

Jey chuckled darkly, leaning in, his lips brushing over her inner thigh. “Say less.”

Then he lowered his mouth to her.

The first stroke of his tongue was slow and deep. Cherise gasped, her thighs flexing instinctively around his head, but Jey didn’t stop. He just gripped her hips tighter, holding her in place as he devoured her.

Long, lazy licks through her velvety folds, flicks of his tongue over her clit, then back down again, teasing her open, tasting her like it was his purpose of living .

“F-fuck…” she moaned, her head tipping back against the pillows.

He was relentless. Every flick of his tongue was intentional. Every moan he pulled from her was earned.

And he loved every second of it.

“Mm,” Jey hummed against her, his voice low and muffled in her heat. “You know how sweet this pussy is, baby? Been dreamin’ about this taste.”

He sucked her clit between his lips, slow and deep.

Cherise cried out, her hips bucking, her fingers flying down to twist in his hair.

Her thighs were trembling now, soft brown skin quivering as pleasure coiled low and hot in her belly.

Jey kept going, flattening his tongue and dragging it up from her dripping entrance to her clit again and again until her whole body was trembling.

Then two thick, long fingers slid inside her at once, curling just right against her walls, stroking her open.

Her back arched off the bed.

“J-Jey!”

“That’s it, mama,” he whispered, his breath hot against her core. “Lemme hear you.”

He fucked her slow with his fingers, his tongue working in tandem. The rhythm deliberate, intoxicating, like he was building her up slow just to watch her fall apart.

Her breath stuttered, chest heaving, her nipples tight and peaked, her curls sticking to her temples.

She was soaked.

The obscene sound of his fingers pumping into her echoed in the room, mixing with her breathy moans, and it made his cock throb in his sweats.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered, her thighs squeezing around his head.

“You close, baby?” he murmured, his lips gliding over her clit. “You gon’ cum for me?”

She nodded helplessly.

But again, he made her say it.

“Tell me.”

“I’m—I’m gonna—” her voice broke into a moan as his tongue circled her clit again. “I’m gonna cum—please don’t stop—”

That was all he needed.

He sucked her clit harder, thrust his fingers deeper and her whole body snapped.

Her back arched, thighs trembling, mouth falling open in a silent cry as the orgasm crashed over her in hot, pulsing waves.

���Fuckfuckfuck—J-Jey, oh my God—”

Her body convulsed around his fingers, soaking his hand, the wet sounds of her release enough to make his eyes roll back in his head.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, licking her through it, slow and greedy. “That’s it, baby. Lemme taste all of it.”

He didn’t stop until she was squirming, gasping, her body too sensitive to handle the way he worshipped her.

He pressed one last kiss to her clit before pulling back, his mouth and beard shining with her slick.

She blinked up at him, breathless and fucked-out, chest heaving.

Jey smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Still think I came back for the pussy?” he rasped.

Cherise could barely speak.

She blinked at him, her chest heaving, curls wild, sweat beading down the curve of her temple. Her skin glowed warm and flushed, her legs still trembling from the orgasm he pulled from her with nothing but that sinful mouth.

And her heart?

Thudding wild in her chest.

He leaned over her slowly, his body caging hers in, and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand.

Her lashes fluttered.

“You good, baby girl?”

She nodded, dazed.

“You sure?”

“Don’t be smug,” she whispered, cheeks flushed.

He grinned.

“I ain’t smug, mama,” he murmured, voice dipping low as he kissed the corner of her mouth, soft and delicate. “I’m in awe.”

Her breath caught.

Because he wasn’t teasing. His voice was thick with sincerity, his eyes warm, lips brushing hers like she was made of glass.

His hands stayed on her the whole time palming her hips, tracing the curve of her ass, gripping her thighs possessively like he couldn’t believe she was real.

She reached for him, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats and whispered, “Take ‘em off,” earning a groan low in his throat.

“Damn, baby. You bossy..”

She smiled, pulling them down slowly, revealing his thick length. Brown, heavy, veined and already leaking at the tip.

“Jey…”

“Yeah?” he rasped, watching her hand wrap around him.

Her thumb slid over the head, collecting the precum, and his breath caught.

“You gon’ let me have a taste?”

He bit his lip. “Eventually.”

“Eventually?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, baby.” He pulled her hand away gently, flipping her onto her back. “But I gotta be inside you first.”

He lowered himself again, his chest pressed to hers, and slid his hand between her thighs.

Fingers brushed her soaked folds, then guided himself to her entrance.

“You ready, baby?”

She nodded, trembling.

Jey’s mouth brushed her ear.

“Use them words, baby girl.”

“I’m ready,” she breathed.

Jey filled her slow and deep.

The thick head of his dick stretched her open inch by inch, his hips pressing forward with a groan that shook her bones. “Mmmf—fuck, baby girl…”

Cherise’s mouth fell open, her back arching as her fingers scrambled for purchase on his shoulders.

Every nerve in her body lit up.

She’d taken him before but not like this.

Not with this heat in the air. Not with all that tension and desperation simmering beneath the surface. Not after crying in his arms, after spilling her deepest wounds, only for him to look her dead in the eye like she was the most precious thing he ever touched.

And now he was inside her.

Thick. Heavy. Warm.

“Fffffuuuuuck,” she gasped, fingers clawing at his inked back.

Jey chuckled low and dark, his forehead pressed to hers. He pulled back just enough to slam back in, the force making her tits bounce, a sharp moan ripping from her throat.

“Shhh, I got you, baby,” he whispered against her neck, voice low and breathless. “Relax f’me. Just like that. You takin’ me so good.”

He pushed deeper, his hips rolling forward until he was seated all the way in, his heavy length stretching her in that perfect, dizzying way.

Cherise whimpered.

His grip tightened on her hips, holding her in place while he set a rhythm. Every stroke dragged along her walls, thick and slow, the head of his dick tapping her g-spot just right, again and again.

Her thighs clenched around his waist, trying to ground herself. “Oh my god…”

“Yeah,” Jey groaned, holding still for a moment, his forehead pressed to hers. “Feel that, mama? That’s me in this sweet lil’ pussy.”

She whimpered, trying to respond but he caught her mouth in a hot, sloppy kiss, stealing whatever comeback she had on the tip of her tongue.

Tongues colliding and teeth lightly scraping against each other.

She sucked on his bottom lip, then moaned into his mouth as he drove into her again, this time harder, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

Jey’s chain swung lightly across her chest, catching on her nipple, cold metal teasing her sensitive skin with every pump.

“You hear that?” he panted, cock grinding deep. “That’s you, baby. That’s how fuckin’ wet you are for me.”

Cherise’s legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, trying to pull him deeper, tighter. The stretch was so good, so nasty she could feel the pressure building again, that tight knot coiling low in her belly.

“I missed you,” she moaned, nails dragging down his back.

“I know you did,” Jey rasped, biting her throat. “You act tough, but this pussy been missin’ me.”

His teeth grazed the sweet spot under her jaw, and he sucked hard. A deep, dark bruise bloomed against her neck, and Cherise loved it.

She moaned louder, her hips rolling to meet his strokes, her curls sticking to her face as she lost herself in the rhythm.

“You like that, huh?” he growled, sucking another hickey into her chest. “Like when I mark you up?”

She nodded furiously, breath catching.

“Mmm, fuck, baby…” His lips found her collarbone, dragging hot kisses across it. “Look at you. All that sass and you still foldin’ on me.”

Her hand slapped weakly at his chest. “Shut up…”

He chuckled against her skin. “Say you love it.”

Cherise whimpered, her head buried in his shoulder.

“Say it, baby girl,” he murmured, nipping at her jaw. “Say you love when I fuck you like this.”

She cried out when he rolled his hips hard, hitting that spot inside her that made her legs shake.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, fuck—I-I love it, Jey, I—oooh my god…”

“That’s my girl.” He bit down gently on her throat, leaving a warm, stinging mark behind. “This pussy mine now, huh?”

“Y-yeah..fuck..yes!”

“Yeah it’s mine?”

“It’s yours,” she moaned, back arching, nails digging into his biceps. “God, Jey—fuck!”

He grinned, satisfied.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed soft and rhythmic through the apartment—his hips grinding into hers in long, deep strokes, dragging moans from her throat she didn’t even know she could make.

Jey kissed her everywhere.

The slope of her nose.

Her cheeks.

Her shoulder.

Her breasts.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth and groaned, tongue circling it slow before giving it a gentle bite.

“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” he muttered between kisses. “Don’t ever let nobody tell you different.”

Cherise whimpered, hands threading through his curls.

“I mean that shit,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “You hear me?”

She nodded, dazed.

But that wasn’t enough.

“Say it.”

She swallowed hard. “I hear you.”

“Say you believe it.”

“I…” Her throat tightened. “I’m trying.”

He kissed her. Deep. Long.

His tongue slid slow into her mouth, curling against hers as he poured everything he couldn’t say into that kiss. His care, his hunger, his love even if he hadn’t said the word yet.

And when he pulled back?

Her eyes were wet again.

But not from pain.

“I got you, baby girl,” he whispered against her lips. “You ain’t gotta try alone no more. You got me.”

Her heart cracked open.

And this time, when she pulled him back down, the kiss was different.

Desperate. Needy.

Full of emotion neither of them could hide anymore.

He pulled out slow—too slow—and before she could whine, he flipped her effortlessly onto her stomach.

Cherise gasped, bracing herself on her elbows as he dragged her hips up into the air.

“Arch that back for me,” he grunted, slapping her ass hard.

Smack.

She cried out, eyes fluttering.

“That’s it baby, arch it,” he instructed, gripping the back of her neck, forcing her head down while her ass stayed high.

“There you go.”

He slid the tip of his dick through her slick folds, teasing her, tapping against her clit before lining back up. He slid back into her with ease, the new angle hitting different. She screamed silently into the pillow, her fists balling up the sheets as he fucked into her.

Cherise was a mess.

Face down, ass up, hair wild, drool smudging the pillow.

The squelch of wetness and slapping skin was nasty. So nasty she should’ve been embarrassed. But the way he was fucking her? She couldn’t be embarrassed.

He grabbed a handful of her ass and spread her open, watching himself disappear inside her over and over, his dick shiny and soaked in her arousal with a creamy ring around the base.

“Daaamn,” he groaned. “You see this shit, baby?”

She whimpered into the pillow.

Jey chuckled darkly, dragging her hips back into each thrust, deeper, making her thighs quake.

“You ain’t tappin’ out yet, are you?”

“Nuh uh,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please..don’t fuckin’ stop.”

He grinned. “That’s my girl.”

He pulled out and flipped her again, this time onto her side. One leg thrown over his shoulder, his hips angled deep, his arm was slung under her neck, holding her close, his other hand working slow, tight circles over her slick, swollen clit. He slid back into her slow, thick and heavy, her walls clenching around him like they missed him even after only seconds apart.

Cherise was a fucking mess.

Breathless, squirming, moaning, her pretty brown skin slick with sweat, her curls a halo of chaos around her flushed face as her hand clutched his forearm, nails biting into his inked skin as she buried her face in the pillow, lips swollen, thighs trembling.

“Ohh my God, Jey…”

He groaned into her neck, biting down gently, kissing the red mark after. “You feel me, baby?”

“Mhm…uh-huh…” she whimpered, voice all breath and heat. “So f-fuckin’ deep…”

Jey dragged his tongue up the column of her throat, fingers never stopping their rhythm, his hips grinding slow, deep strokes that made her cry out with every roll.

"Yeah…that’s it, mama," he murmured, voice low, thick with hunger. "Keep sayin’ it. Let me hear how good this shit feel.”

“I—It feels s-so good,” Cherise whimpered, throwing her head back against the pillow. “Fuck, Jey…”

“You gon’ cum again for me, baby girl?” he rasped, his teeth brushing her earlobe. “You close?”

She nodded desperately, her thighs shaking, her pussy clenching around him, already so sensitive from the last few orgasms he pulled from her.

Jey couldn’t breathe.

Not with Cherise beneath him like this.

Flushed, needy, soft, her thigh wrapped around his waist, her fingers locked tight around his wrist like she was holding on for dear life.

His girl.

His everything.

She was soaking for him. Warm and slick, her pussy pulsing around his dick, her body trembling with every slow roll of his hips. Every deep, steady stroke had her gasping, whining, whimpering like he was inside her soul.

And he gave it to her.

All of him.

Every inch. Every kiss. Every breath.

His forehead pressed to hers, hips grinding deep, their bodies slick with sweat and heat.

She reached up, brushing the curls from his face, her fingers trailing over the scruff lining his jaw.

And then…she said it.

“I love you, Jey.”

Jey froze.

The words didn’t just hit, they detonated.

And she meant it.

He saw it in her eyes.

Big and brown, glistening with tears and bliss, her lips swollen, trembling, her voice wrecked. But there was no fear there. No hesitation. Just her, raw and open beneath him, handing over her heart like she already knew he’d never break it.

His hands flexed on her thighs. His throat worked around the lump suddenly forming there.

“What you just say, baby?” His voice was low and fragile.

Cherise blinked up at him, chest heaving, her voice shaky but solid.

“I love you, Jey,” she whispered again. “I love you.”

Jey’s whole chest caved.

And the he kissed her. Hard. Slow and deep, tongue tangled with hers, his fingers tangled in her curls as his heart practically embedded itself into hers.

"You love me, huh?" he rasped, forehead resting against hers.

She nodded, brushing her nose against his, breath catching.

“Say it again.”

He rolled his hips into her, slow, filthy, every stroke dragging over that sweet spot that made her legs shake.

“I love you,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back.

Jey groaned, lips brushing hers, his heart slamming behind his ribs. “Mmm, yeah, you do.”

He kissed her again.

But this time his hands moved.

Slid up her arms, smooth and commanding, until he caught both wrists and pinned them above her head.

“Say it one more time, mama,” he growled. “Let me hear that shit while I’m deep in this pussy.”

“F-fuck—” she gasped as his hips snapped forward again. “I—I love you, Jey!”

Jey lost it.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he groaned, driving into her harder, deeper, the bed creaking beneath them like it couldn’t take much more.

He wasn’t rough. Not in the slightest. He worshipped her.

He touched her like she was holy, kissed her like he was praying, and fucked her like she was the only woman in the universe.

His hands explored every inch of her skin—dark, warm, golden brown under the soft lamp light, kissed with stretch marks and curves that ruined him. His mouth found the swell of her breasts, dragging his tongue over her nipple before sucking slow, deep, making her arch with a ragged cry.

“J-Jey…” She whined.

He switched sides, licking up a bead of sweat trailing down her cleavage before dragging his tongue over her other nipple, sucking until it was swollen, shiny, his hand kneading the other with slow, greedy palms.

“You feel that, baby?” he whispered, mouth dragging to her neck, where he licked and kissed his way up to the soft spot beneath her ear. He found her hands again, laced their fingers together and held them above her head, pressing them back into the pillows.

“Y-yeah,” she sobbed, breathless.

“Mmm, nah, say it real sweet for me. Tell Daddy what you feelin’.”

“I—I feel you, Jey,” she choked. “I feel you everywhere.”

“Yeah, you do,” he growled. “All in this lil’ pussy, stretchin’ you out, takin’ you so deep. You love that shit, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she gasped.

“Uh-huh?” he teased, kissing down her jaw, his fingers still tangled with hers, their hands crushed into the pillows above her head.

“Y-yeah,” she whimpered.

His lips brushed behind her ear, breath hot and filthy. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, voice shaking. Jey groaned, voice low and cracked, eyes wild with lust.

“You so fuckin’ good to me, baby girl,” he whispered, moving their locked hands so he could kiss the inside of her wrist. “So sweet. So perfect. Love this lil’ body. Love this lil’ pussy. I fuckin’ love you, baby.”

Cherise broke.

She shattered in his arms.

Her mouth dropped open in a breathless cry, her thighs shaking violently as her orgasm rolled through her in thick, blinding waves. Her walls clamped down around his dick, milking him, sucking him in deeper, and Jey almost blacked out from how tight she got.

“Fuck,” He cursed low and thick, trying to hold on, trying to breathe through the way her pussy was gripping his dick.

But there was no holding back. Not when she looked at him like that. Not when she told him she loved him.

His pace stuttered, his grip tightening,,“F-fuck, baby,” he groaned, his body jerking as he spilled hot ropes spilled her, deep, thick, and heavy.

Cherise held him tight, arms sliding around his back, pulling him close while he buried his face in her neck, whispering her name like a prayer.

And when it was over, when the aftershocks of their orgasms began to fade and his breath evened out, they stayed tangled up in each other. Jey brushed his thumb down her thigh, then traced slow circles over her wrist where he still held her hand.

His other hand slid across her belly, feeling the faint twitch of aftershocks still rippling through her.

Jey didn’t move right away.

He stayed wrapped around her, holding her like she might float away if he let go, their bodies tangled in damp sheets, hearts still hammering slow and heavy against each other’s chests.

Cherise blinked up at the ceiling, still dazed, her body thrumming from the aftershocks of everything they just did. Her skin was sticky with sweat and slick, her thighs trembling from how hard she’d come. She should’ve felt wrecked. But instead? she just felt…whole.

Jey pressed a lazy, open-mouthed kiss against the curve of her neck, his beard tickling her cheek. Cherise’s eyes fell on him, a slow, tired smile pulling at her lips.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice soft and sweet all at once.

Jey grinned, lazy and lopsided, dimples deep. "Hey, pretty girl."

For a moment, neither of them moved, just…looking.

Taking it in.

Breathing it in.

Then Jey chuckled low in his throat and pressed a kiss to her temple. "C'mon, mama. Let’s get you cleaned up. I done wore you out."

Cherise smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth tugging up. “Mmhmm.”

Jey kissed her forehead, then slowly, carefully, rolled off her, leaving a trail of kisses down her arm. She whimpered quietly at the loss of his warmth, but when she peeked at him through her lashes, he was already standing beside the bed, tugging his boxers back on and stretching his arms above his head, muscles flexing deliciously in the soft light.

Cherise whined softly but let him pull her up into a sitting position.

Her whole body ached in that delicious, used way. Her thighs sore, her core throbbing, her neck and breasts marked with love bites she already knew she was gonna have to cover up for clinicals.

Worth it.

Jey bent down, sliding his arms under her body, lifting her like she weighed nothing. Cherise yelped, smacking his chest lightly. “Boy! I can walk!” Jey just smirked, his gold chain glinting against his chest. “I’on wanna hear that shit. You my girl. I’m carryin’ you.”

Cherise melted.

No point arguing when he said it like that.

She tucked her face into his neck, breathing in the mix of his sweat, his cologne, and something distinctly him. It wrapped around her like a safety blanket.

Jey carried her down the short hall to the bathroom, nudging the door open with his foot.

He set her down gently on the edge of the tub, giving her a quick peck on the lips before crouching down to run the water.

The faucet squeaked a little as he twisted the knobs, steam quickly filling the room. He fiddled with the temperature, letting it get nice and warm but not too hot, just the way she liked it.

“You want bubbles, mama?” he teased, glancing back at her over his shoulder.

Cherise gave him a sleepy, sassy look. “I always want bubbles.”

He chuckled and grabbed the fancy vanilla and honey-scented bubble bath she kept on the counter next to her body scrubs. Poured a generous amount under the running water until the tub filled with thick, fluffy foam. He also dropped in one of her bath bombs, the glittery pink one she never used unless she really needed a self care day.

She watched him in silence, something soft and full tugging at her heart as he moved. Shirtless, sweat still glistening on his brown skin, tattoos flexing over muscle and bone. But it was the care in his movements that did it. The way he tested the water again, adjusted it for her. The way he reached for her towel, fluffed it, and set it near the edge of the tub like he’d always belonged here.

While it filled, Cherise grabbed her phone from the counter and flipped on a playlist. Snoh Aalegra’s voice filled the room, sultry and smooth, fitting the intimacy that bloomed between the two.

Jey turned back to her, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her face, his thumb lingering along her jawline.

“Get in, pretty girl,” he said, voice all soft gravel.

Cherise smiled shyly and climbed into the tub, sinking into the warm water with a content sigh. It lapped up her shoulders, bubbles clinging to her brown skin, and instantly started easing the aches deep in her muscles.

Jey watched her, eyes hungry and tender all at once, like he couldn’t believe she was real.

“Damn, you look good even sittin’ in bubbles,” he muttered, stripping off his boxers and stepping in behind her.

Cherise giggled, wiggling back against his chest once he settled, his legs bracketing her hips, his arms wrapping around her middle.

She leaned her head back against his shoulder, utterly boneless.

They soaked in silence for a few minutes, the water sloshing gently as Jey shifted to press slow, lazy kisses to her damp shoulder, her temple, her cheek.

Then Jey reached for a loofah, soaping it up with slow, deliberate hands. "Let me take care of you, baby," he murmured.

He washed her slowly, starting with her back, dragging the warm cloth in slow circles over her soft skin, pausing to kiss the nape of her neck every now and then. Then her arms, lifting them gently, his big hands squeezing and massaging as he cleaned.

When he got to her chest, he hesitated.

"You trust me?" he murmured low against her ear.

Cherise nodded, breath hitching.

"Good," he said, so soft it made her eyes sting. "Gon’ take my time with you, baby."

He cupped her breasts reverently, sliding the cloth over her nipples, washing them slow and tender, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her collarbone between strokes.

Cherise whimpered, her body arching into his hands.

"Relax, baby,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder. "Just takin’ care of what’s mine."

She melted into him, letting him soap every inch of her—down her thighs, over her knees, between her toes, laughing when he tickled her and groaning when he got too close to her pussy without meaning to.

"Mm-mm," she said, catching his wrist. "We tryin’ to get clean, she’s closed for business.”

Jey chuckled low, licking at the shell of her ear. "You sure, baby? ‘Cause one lil’ moan and I’ma forget what mission we on."

She laughed, leaning back against him fully, feeling his heart beat steady against her back.

“She is closed for business, Joshua," she teased.

He pressed another kiss to her shoulder. "Whatever you say, pretty girl."

He ran his hands over her arms, slow and soothing, tracing the curves he already knew by heart.

“You so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against her skin. “I swear to God.”

Cherise blushed, biting her lip.

Her hand reached up to rest over his, their fingers intertwining lazily beneath the bubbles.

They sat like that, breathing each other in, for what felt like forever.

The music changed ushering in Jodeci. Jey chuckled low in her ear, his chest rumbling against her back. “Ayy, this my shit.”

Cherise laughed softly. “You so old, Jey.”

“Nah, you just a baby, mama. I’m cultured.”

She snorted. “Cultured, my ass.”

He squeezed her gently around the waist, his teeth grazing her shoulder playfully. “Watch your mouth, lil' girl.”

Cherise giggled, wriggling against him, sending ripples across the bath.

“Mmm, you so wild,” he murmured, smiling into her skin. “I love it.”

Her heart skipped.

Even now, even post-orgasm, post-vulnerability, post-everything…he said it so easy.

I love it.

Like loving her was easy and natural.

She turned slightly, enough to see his face, wet hair clinging to his forehead, bubbles sticking to the tribal tattoos on his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what, baby girl?”

“For…caring. For not running. For still being here. Even when I gave you every reason to.”

Jey’s eyes softened, his hand coming up to cradle her jaw gently, thumb brushing across her cheek.

He kissed the curve of her shoulder. “You ain’t never gotta thank me for that.”

Her voice dipped softer. “I was scared you wouldn’t wanna deal with all of it.”

“Baby girl,” he said, his voice gentle but firm. “Ain’t nothin’ you could tell me that would make me walk away. That ain’t how I’m built. Especially not when it’s you.”

Cherise turned slightly in his arms, enough to meet his eyes.

He reached up and brushed her damp curls off her cheek, then tucked a finger under her chin.

“You mine,” he said quietly. “And I don’t mean that in no possessive, weird-ass way. I mean…I choose you. Every version. The soft one, the stubborn one, the hurt one, the healing one. All of you.”

Her chest squeezed.

God, she was so stupid for pushing him away.

Cherise shifted, turning fully in his lap now, straddling his hips in the warm water, bubbles sliding between them.

Jey blinked up at her, his hands instinctively settling on her hips.

“Damn, mama…” he murmured, low and admiring, his gaze sweeping over her. “You tryna start somethin’ now?”

Cherise smiled, shy but sure.

“Nah,” she whispered, brushing her nose against his. “Just…wanna be close to you that’s all.”

Jey groaned softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“You already are, baby girl. I’m right here.” He tapped her chest, over her heart. “Right here.”

Cherise kissed him.

Soft and slow. Not rushed or desperate. Just themselves.

Jey kissed her back like he had all the time in the world with his hands stroking up and down her back, keeping her close, making her feel wanted, loved, safe.

The bath water sloshed gently around them, bubbles clinging to their bodies, the music playing low in the background.

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The bath lingered longer than it should’ve. Neither of them wanted to move. But eventually, the water cooled, and Jey stood first, pulling her up with him and wrapping her in the big white towel he’d grabbed earlier. His hands lingering as he dried her off slowly, like he didn’t want to let go.

He dried himself next, putting on a fresh pair of boxers as Cherise helped him apply some of her unscented body oil on his body. He glanced around at the chaos in the bedroom from the hall—disarayed pillows, wrinkled and damp sheets, the twisted comforter hanging halfway off the bed. “Go sit down, baby. I got the sheets.”

“You sure?” she asked, holding the towel to her chest.

Jey nodded, grabbing her comforter with one hand and pulling the fitted sheet off with the other. “You think I’mma let you lay on sweaty ass sheets after I done wore you out?”

Cherise snorted, watching him tug the corners tight and smooth the fabric out like he’d done it a hundred times before.

“Okay, Mr. Domestic,” she teased, walking past him to grab her body butter from the dresser.

He looked over his shoulder at her, grinning. “Ain’t no way I'm lettin’ my girl sleep in no nasty ass bed. You deserve better than that, mama.”

She doesn’t know how many times she has swooned over something he has said to her already but she guesses this is her 80th time.

Once the sheets were fresh and the pillows were fluffed, Jey patted the mattress.

“Lay down, pretty girl.”

She raised a brow. “For what?”

He took the jar of her body butter from her hands. “’Cause I ain’t done pampering you yet.”

She smiled shyly but obeyed, lying on her stomach on the fresh sheets he’d thrown over the bed.

Jey straddled her thighs, his hands warm and firm as he opened her favorite body butter—the mango-shea one she obsessed over—and scooped out a generous handful.

"You smell so damn good,” he muttered, smoothing it over her back.

Cherise giggled, sighing as his strong hands started kneading into her shoulders.

He found knots she didn’t even know she had, thumbs digging deep into the tension beneath her skin, coaxing it out slow and patient.

“You tense, baby,” he murmured, his thumbs digging into the tight knots along her shoulders.

“Been a rough few weeks,” she mumbled into the pillow.

“I know.” His voice softened. “We gon’ fix that.”

He rubbed slow, deep circles into her shoulders until she was practically purring beneath his hands.

"Mmm, damn, baby," she moaned into the pillow. “I could fall asleep just like this.”

He chuckled, low and pleased. "Jus' tryna make sure you ain’t wakin’ up stiff tomorrow."

He worked his way down—back, the dip of her spine, the swell of her ass—kneading and rubbing and kissing every spot that made her whimper.

"You spoilin’ me," she mumbled sleepily.

"I’m supposed to, baby girl," he murmured, kissing between her shoulder blades. “It’s what you deserve.”

Then, gentle as ever, he flipped her onto her back and started on her front. Collarbones, breasts, arms, even her belly, rubbing the butter into every soft, beautiful inch of her.

When he finally finished, Cherise was boneless and glowing, her skin glistening in the low light, the scent of vanilla and sugar wrapping around her like a blanket.

He wiped his hands clean and pulled her up gently, helping her into one of her bed shirts and a fresh pair of cotton panties.

Then he tugged on his grey sweats and slid into bed beside her, pulling her back against his chest like she was the softest, most precious thing he’d ever touched.

They lay like that for a while, limbs tangled, skin still warm and glowing.

Then Jey mumbled into her curls, “You think I ain’t notice you wearin’ my hoodie earlier, girl?”

Cherise froze, then turned her head slowly. “…What hoodie?”

He bit back a grin. “The one you definitely snatched from me after that first night. I saw it behind your back when I was leaving.”

She groaned, hiding her face in the pillow. “I knew it.”

Jey kissed the back of her head, smirking. “It was cute. Had me feelin’ like I had a girlfriend.”

“Do you?”

“Damn right I do.”

Cherise could feel her cheeks flush against her pillow, she couldn’t even compute a smart remark to say back in her head so she just remained silent but snuggled closer to him.

"Baby girl?"

"Hmm?"

"You free Friday?"

Cherise tilted her head back to look at him. "Why?"

He smiled, slow and sweet. "I’m takin’ you out."

Cherise blinked up at him, heart skipping a few beats. “You serious?”

"I’m serious, Cher," he said, his voice turning a little more earnest. "I wanna do this right wit’ you. You get dressed up, I’ll pull up in a suit lookin’ fly as hell, and I’mma spoil you like you deserve.”

Her heart twisted in the best way.

"You sure you ready for all this?" she teased, lifting a brow. "I’m kinda of a lot." Jey grinned. "I’m ready for all that and then some," He kissed her slow, sweet. "You ain't never gotta doubt it again, pretty girl."

Cherise buried her face in his chest, hiding her stupid, wide-ass smile. "I’d like that," she mumbled. Jey chuckled, squeezing her tighter. "Mmmhmm. Knew you would."

They laid there tangled up, drifting off to sleep the city lights blinking softly outside her window, their future wide open before them.

And for the first time in a long, long time…

Cherise believed it.

Maybe she could have something good.

Maybe she already did and just didn’t know at first.

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Put on a show- JU

Jey x Lakiyah

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, flirting

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It was a warm summer afternoon as Joshua leaned against his car, adjusting his oversized Jorts that hung low on his hips, as usual. his chain glint in the sun, as his white tank, showing off his tatted muscular arms. His eyes focused on

Lakiyah.

His neighbour.

She was always so effortlessly confident— moving through the world like she owned it. Always catching her across the street, with her big gold earrings shining, her wrists weighed down with chunky gold bangles, fingers decorated with rings. Her style was always on point— low rise jeans, cropped shirts, a seductive aura that made every man’s head turn.

She was a kind of woman who didn’t have to try. They’d exchanged plenty of flirtatious glances and teasing words over the months, but that was about it. Nothing serious. Just the kind of playful banter that hung in the air. A "good morning, you looking good today," or a teasing wink as she passed by his front porch. Their silent connection had been enough to keep his mind occupied, and if he was being honest, he’d spent more time thinking about her than he cared to admit.

Today was different though.

When Joshua stepped out his house, stretching, the heat of the day setting in. And that’s when he saw her.

Lakiyah was out In her driveway, washing her car. She was bent over, back arched, her denim shorts so short that they barley covered her thick ass, leaving just enough to tease. And the way she was scrubbing the car? It was almost like she was putting on a show, for him. Every time she moved, body moving fluid and effortless, made his pulse quicken. He tried not to stare, but it was hard not to when she was right there, her drenched body, long legs and curves hypnotizing him.

Her white crop tank top was sticking to her skin, wet from the soapy water, and the way it clung to her body left nothing to the imagination. He couldn’t stop himself noticing the way her hard pierced nipples poked hard and visible beneath the thin see - through fabric. Josh’s pants became uncomfortably tight, his breath catching his throat.

She must’ve felt his eyes on her because, without a beat, Lakiyah turned her head, catching his gaze. Her lips curled into a smile, that familiar, mischievous smile. Josh could see the flicker of amusement In her eyes as she looked at him up and down.

"Like what you see?" Facing fully towards him leaning her palms behind her on the hood of the car.

Joshua smirked, crossing his tatted arms over his chest. "I do. But you already knew that"

Lakiyah’s smile only grew, and then she did something that made his heart race. A curl of her finger, the kind that could only mean one thing.

Come here.

He didn’t even hesitate. His steps were slow, as he crossed the short distance between them. The air Between them was thick with unspoken tension, the kind that’s been building for months. And now? Now it felt like it was going to break, wide open.

She didn’t move as he reached her, standing there, watching him with that same knowing smile on her lips. The way she looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes full of fire, made his body tingle. He wanted her. Bad.

"So you’ve been watching me, huh?" Lakiyah teased, stepping closer to him, her breasts brushing against his hard chest. The heat of her skin sending a jolt through him, and she noticed. Her lips parted slightly, like she was enjoying every second of his reaction.

"I can’t help it" he murmured, voice low and raspy. "You make it hard not to"

She giggled, a sound that went straight to his dick. "Yeah? Well, now that you’re here, why don’t you help me out?" Her hand slipped up his chest, her nails brushing against his shirt, and then she tilted her head, gripping his chain tugging him forward, her voice a sultry whisper. "Come on inside…I’ve had a issue with a leakage, maybe you can take a look and fix it"

Lakiyah didn’t wait for him to respond, grabbing his hand she turned around, walking slowly toward her house with a slow, seductive sway to her hips. Every step she took caused her ass to jiggled, as Joshua watched every movement of her body. His body on fire as she led them in.

As soon as that door clicked shut behind them, Joshua felt his body get pushed against it, trapping him between the door and herself. His heart thumping as she gazed up at him.

"Been waiting for this" she whispered, stepping closer, lips brushing against his ear. "You’ve been staring at me for months baby… now it’s time to see how much you want me"

Not being able to hold back anymore he gripped the back of her damp thighs lifting her up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as she let out a gasp at the sudden motion. His lips crashed against hers into a heated kiss, their tongues clashing as her arms wrapped around his neck gripping a fist full of his hair.

"Been wanting to kiss these lips forever" he spoke against her lips and she moaned at his words.

"I wanna taste you"

Lakiyah pulled away smiling, standing back on her feet. She walked towards the open kitchen, where the marble island was. Slowly she pulled her shorts down her body along with the black thong, bending over a little just so Joshua could get a peek at her pussy lips, before taking off the thin piece of fabric, showing her pierced nipples.

She hopped on the counter, spreading her legs apart slowly, exposing her glistening cunt to him.

He blinked, not believing this was happening right now. The neighbour he’s been attracted to for months is here naked for him. His dick was rock hard.

"Come here baby. You said you wanted to taste me? Go ahead then" she giggled spreading her lower lips apart.

He walked to her, dropping down on his knees. Without another word he dove right in, groaning at the sweet taste of her. "Oooh shit" she whimpered gripping his hair as he devoured her like a starved man. His thick tongue flicking at her clit, before dipping inside her hole. "Fuck Joshua, you eating this pussy so good" pushing the hair that came loose from his bun back, his eyes set on her as he continued to eat.

He stopped just for a second to put two fingers in her, his eyes watching her react to what he was doing to her. "You taste so fucking good kiyah, pussy so fucking wet" the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out was so loud. His tongue came back onto he clit, sucking it softly into his mouth causing her back to arch, slightly thrusting her hips against his face.

"Oh shit I’m coming." His lips sealed tighter around her bud, his fingers moving faster, greedy to taste everything she had to offer him.

With a loud moan she came. Gushing against his fingers and face as he happily lapped it up.

She sighed as Josh came from between her legs, face wet and messy with her juices. She laughed lightly, gripping his face lazily, pulling him close to her. Her tongue darted out licking the remaining juices around his mouth.

"Look at you. Ate my pussy so greedily don’t even know where I’ve been. Your such a nasty boy Fatu."

"I’m your nasty boy" he moaned out wrapping his lips around her pierced nipple.

"Yeah? Come on and fuck this pussy then" her hands reached for his pants tugging them down. She bit her lip seeing the size of him, and hummed. Thick with a slight curve.

She spit in her hand, holding it out to him so he could spit into it too. Spitting onto it, she placed their mixed saliva on his dick, jerking him off. "Ahh shit" he groaned leaning his head onto her shoulder. Spreading her legs she guided him to her entrance, teasing his tip on her clit.

They both moaned out as she pushed the head of his dick into her, stretching her out, taking a deep breath as she pushed him into her.

"Oooh shit, your big" hissing a little at the stretch as they both watched it going fully into her. He let her adjust before, pulling back a bit. He thrusted into her, as she yelped.

He repeated the motion, wrapping a hand around her neck, the other gripping a hand full of her ass, right leg wrapped around his waist. "Yes fuck me just like that" Lakiyah moaned straightening up, wrapping her arms around him, matching his thrusts.

"Your pussy so good Kiyah, you gone get me even more obsessed" both hands gripped her ass, lifting her off the counter, bouncing her on his dick, titties jumping up and down in his face.

"Look at you making a mess on me mama" she leaned back, arms still around him so she didn’t fall, as they looked at the creamy, wet, beautiful mess between them. Her cunt clamping around him tightly.

"You gone make me nut, fuck Kiyah" he groaned bouncing her on him faster. "Me too Joshua, fuck" she came with a scream, squirting all over his lower half and onto her wooden floor.

"Fuck, fuck. Where you want it mama?" He asked his thrusts becoming sloppy.

"In me." She murmured against his ear, biting it. His body shuttered, stumbling over back to the counter, leaning her against it as he came deep inside her.

"Whew shit" he breathed out kissing her lips. "I think I fixed that leak" playfully nibbling her neck and they both laughed.

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[astria0wwe]

💞 ~ Teasing ~ 💞

smau: teasing her boyfriends warnings: a bit suggestive including: The USOs x reader. Jimmy USO, Jey USO, Nia Jax, Bianca Belair, y/n

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summary · jey is tasted , savored . tags · spit / drooling / all of the above / oral ( m receiving ) swearing / use of pet name (baby) / sub - ish jey / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N / if there's spelling errors , no there's not word count · 456 notes · this pic actually woke me out of my wrestling writing hiatus so yall have no one but jey to thank for this . consider it a lil one shot from the cherimoya verse !! enjoy <3

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Sticky gloss-prints dot the bristly hairs on his lower belly, pink tongue laps downwards, following the trail where it naturally leads. Rock hard, his cock calls to her, awaits her. Spit tracks over his pelvis, pretty mouth slobbering all over his flesh — like an animal starved, salivated around its bared teeth. No. Not her. Not his baby. Pretty teeth, plush lips, soft against his skin. Her sweet tooth, his body. She touches, loves. He’s in good hands, he’s at ease like he knows it. He does know it. 

Thick fingers comb through unruly tufts, back to her nape, grip her body of hair as much as his hand allows. Her own, smaller, shakier, circles his cock, strokes it upwards, slow. Her wispy lashes are uncurtained by her locks, emerging wet, dewy with unshed tears, dark eyes beholding him, glittering, hungry. Jey tugs, forces her mouth from the curls at the base of his cock. Drool honeycombs from her chin. He chuckles, pats her cheek with his free hand. 

“Miss me that much?” His voice rolls out, low, melodic in its own right, and she nods, tilts her head as though the answer was obvious. Her hand squeezes around him, careful, glides down to his base, and up again. Jey’s unsteady sigh is heard, taken as an invitation. She dips forward, flattens her tongue below his tip, tasting, soaking in his flavor. A lollipop on her taste buds. Sugary. An unhurried twist of her fist, a hum from the bottom of her throat, she pushes forward. One deep, pleasured noise at a time, her mouth takes him, selfless in the way she goes until her eyes squeeze shut, tears pearling at their corners. He draws her back with a strangled groan, his swollen tip remains between her plump lips. Her cheeks hollow, she flashes her gaze — sucks, almost unraveling him then and there. 

His body jolts. Jey fights to keep his head upright, trembling digits reaching for her. 

“Lord, baby, hold on…” He cradles her face in both hands, the pads of his thumbs against her temples, urging her closer, his mouth aimed for hers — she shakes away. 

“No.” 

Jey’s eyes widen. The word feels foreign between them. He’s incredulous as he repeats it, “No?”

“No,” she repeats firmly, pressing her cheek to his belly. Her hand shifts, sets an easy rhythm. Not enough to make him cum, but enough to steal away every other word from his tongue. “I wanna stay here, just a little bit longer.” He receives a falsely chaste, coy grin, spit-slick lips latching below his tip, sucking, making his eyes flutter and shut. He keeps them closed, breathes in deep. His response, untimely, wobbly, brings her to giggle.

“Fuck… fuck you… fine.” 

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[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

National Anthem…

Jey Uso x Reader

“And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult -- we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself.

I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him…”

Warnings:

Explicit sexual content, emotional intensity, past divorce, language, wet/underwater sex setting (consensual), soft angst, reunion trope, emotional vulnerability, steamy but tender intimacy.

dedicated to @maineventabbey

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You sipped from your drink — something too fruity, too sweet — half-listening to your friends laugh across the poolside bar at the resort. Hawaii smelled like sea salt and sunscreen, the night air still sticky and warm even this late.

The sky was navy blue. The stars bruised the horizon.

You were laughing too, or maybe just pretending. Pretending you hadn’t just been thinking about him. Pretending he wasn’t still there, stitched into every part of you like a scar that never quite closed.

And then—

The world stopped.

He stepped into view like he’d never left, like six years hadn’t passed. Like time bent around him.

Jey.

White muscle tee clinging to arms you remembered better than your own reflection. Black joggers sitting low on his hips. White Air Force Ones clean as new paper. Two thick gold chains glinting against his chest. A heavy Cuban link bracelet wrapped around his wrist. Grill flashing when he spoke low to someone beside him, even though you couldn’t hear a word.

You didn’t have to.

Your body knew.

He turned —

And those dark eyes found you.

Like he felt you before he saw you.

God, it had been six years.

Six years since you left, when love wasn’t enough to patch over the bruises ambition left behind.

Six years since you begged him to stay, to remember what you had when it was just the two of you, so young, so stupid, so sure the world would never break you.

Your breath caught when he started walking — slow, steady — toward you.

Every cell in your body screamed to run.

But your heart… your heart said stay.

And as he came closer, closer, the memories rose up like smoke:

His hand on your lower back, guiding you through crowds when you belonged to him.

The way he used to whisper “I love you..” against your neck when you woke up tangled together.

The way his cologne — ambery cedar and fresh citrus — made your knees buckle when you were still young enough to believe forever meant something.

You watched him, chest tight, as he came to a stop just a few feet away.

Neither of you said anything.

The world, the music, your friends — all faded into the background.

It was just you.

And him.

Still tethered.

Still burning.

Still him.

Finally, his mouth curled into a small, slow smile.

That smile you swore you’d forgotten.

That smile that broke you and rebuilt you all at once.

“Been a long time, mama,” he said, voice deep and a little rough, like he hadn’t used it in too long.

You nodded, throat too tight to speak.

Six years, you wanted to say.

“Six years and you’re still the only one.”

But instead, you just looked at him — the man you left behind, the man you never stopped loving.

And he looked at you like he already knew.

However.. when it came down to it, you didn’t say a word.

You just set your drink down — barely hearing it clink — and turned.

Walked away.

Walked fast, heart hammering against your ribs.

Maybe you thought he’d let you go.

Maybe you prayed he wouldn’t.

Footsteps pounded after you, quick and very certain.

“Babygirl!”

Jey’s voice — rougher now, more desperate.

But you didn’t stop.

Not until the resort lights faded behind you, the path turning to packed dirt under your sandals.

Not until you stumbled into the forest — palm trees and tropical air wrapping around you like a second skin.

And there —

In a clearing just beyond a crag of lava rock —

A waterfall crashed down into a glittering pool, silver under the moonlight.

It was stupidly beautiful, so stupidly Hawaiian it made your teeth ache.

You spun around, fists clenching.

He was right there.

Closer than you expected.

Chest heaving.

Eyes dark.

Mouth parted like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how.

You cracked first.

You slammed your fists against his chest — once, twice — not hard enough to hurt him, just hard enough to make your arms shake.

“Why?!” you shouted, voice breaking. “Why did you choose work over me?!”

Jey caught your wrists without thinking, holding you steady, but he didn’t pull you close.

Not yet.

“I ain’t doing this,” he muttered, low and dangerous. “I ain’t fighting with you over old shit.”

“Old shit?” you snapped, yanking free. “It’s not old to me, Jey. You— you chose everything over me! The travel, the tours, the spotlight— you always came first!”

His eyes sharpened — a flash of the Jey you once knew, the one who could command a room with a glance.

But he didn’t shout.

“No,” he said, voice a low tone. “You always came first.”

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Yeah?” you choked. “Is that why I used to fall asleep alone five nights a week? Is that why I woke up on my birthday and you were already gone for another show?”

His jaw tightened.

You saw the war inside him — pride battling regret, stubbornness cracking under guilt.

“I was tryna build something for us,” he said finally, almost pleading. “I was tryna make it so you ain’t never have to worry about shit again.”

“I didn’t want all that,” you whispered, breaking apart like waves against the rocks. “I just wanted you.”

The wind howled past you both, whipping your hair around your face.

And there — in that moment —

You realized it had never been about who left who.

You had been pulling away even as he had been reaching for something bigger, something he thought would keep you safe.

You just wanted him.

He just wanted to give you the world.

Neither of you could win.

Neither of you ever stopped loving the other.

He stared at you under the moonlight, chest rising and falling, water from the mist of the falls dusting his arms and face like silver.

And then — slow, cautious —

He leaned in.

You felt it before it happened.

The heat of him, the pull that had never really broken.

But when you took a step back —

Too quick, too clumsy —

Your foot slipped on the wet rock.

And before either of you could catch yourselves —

You both tumbled straight into the pool beneath the waterfall.

The water crashed around you, icy and shocking.

You surfaced first, sputtering and laughing, hair slicked to your forehead.

Jey rose up a second later, gold chains glinting even underwater, grill flashing as he grinned wide and shook his head like a dog.

For a moment — for the first time in six years —

You both laughed.

Really laughed.

“I hope you didn’t have your phone,” you gasped, wiping water from your eyes.

He snorted, paddling closer to you through the waist-high water.

“Nah. You?”

You shook your head, heart beating so loud it almost drowned out the waterfall.

“No,” you said, voice soft.

You floated there, barely a foot apart.

The spray of the falls soaking you both, washing away the fight, the years, the loneliness.

And before you could overthink it —

Before your heart could run scared again —

You reached out, grabbed his soaked shirt, and pulled him down to you.

You kissed him.

Hard.

Wet.

Breathless.

His mouth moved against yours like he was starving.

Like he had waited lifetimes for this.

But then —

Slowly —

Jey pulled back.

Panting.

Forehead resting against yours.

His hand came up, cupping your jaw with a tenderness that shattered you.

“Say it,” he rasped. “Say you wanna be mine again.”

He searched your eyes like his whole world depended on what you’d say next.

“Say it, mama,” he whispered, thumb brushing your cheek. “Say you still love me.”

You didn’t say it with words at first.

You said it when you leaned in again, kissing him deeper, drowning in him.

But he needed to hear it.

“I still love you,” you whispered against his mouth.

“I always have.”

Something inside Jey broke.

Without a word, he surged forward, kissing you harder, backing you up until the waterfall was crashing directly onto both of you — cold, wild, relentless.

You gasped, clutching at his soaked shirt.

He laughed against your mouth — deep, rough — and pushed you playfully but firmly right under the falling water.

You squealed, water beating down on you, and when you peeked through the spray, he was grinning — really grinning — like the man you met all those years ago.

Then, with careful strength, Jey slipped his arms under your thighs and lifted you up — muscles flexing under your palms as he set you down on a smooth rock ledge right under the waterfall’s curtain.

The rock was slick but solid, water rushing around you like a living thing.

You were caged in by the elements — the roar of the falls, the mist, his body.

He leaned in close, his forehead brushing yours, his hands steadying you.

“You comfortable, mama?” he asked.

You nodded, smiling through the mist.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

He held your eyes as he reached for the hem of his soaked white muscle tee, peeled it up over his head, and tossed it onto a nearby rock.

The sight of him — broad chest, gold chains sticking to his skin, tattoos gleaming wet — stole every bit of air from your lungs.

He lowered himself slowly between your legs, dragging it out, savoring it.

Positioning himself betwixt your thighs with a purpose that made your whole body tremble.

Jey tilted his head, studying you.

Checking, waiting, needing your permission even now.

You licked your lips and whispered, “Please.”

That was all he needed.

He ducked his head, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, your collarbone, the curve of your shoulder, as if rediscovering you inch by inch.

And when he rocked his hips forward, grinding against you with slow, aching precision, it wasn’t just need anymore.

It was home.

“Mine,” Jey groaned against your skin. “You hear me? Always been mine.”

You moaned, threading your fingers through his wet hair, pulling him closer.

“Yours,” you gasped. “Always yours.”

The waterfall roared behind you, drowning out everything else — the past, the pain, the years you spent apart.

Jey kissed you again — slower this time, deeper. Like he wanted to memorize you all over again.

Like he needed to.

His hands slid along your waist, over your thighs, bunching the wet fabric of your dress up higher and higher.

You shivered but it wasn’t from the cold.

It was him.

It was the way he looked at you — like he was seeing something sacred.

Like you were still his whole world.

You were are still his whole world.

“I missed you so bad, baby,” he whispered, kissing the soft spot beneath your ear. “Every damn day.”

You couldn’t speak.

You could only nod, mouth parted, breath quick.

And then he sank.

Jey scooted down and pulled your legs over his broad shoulders, hands anchoring your hips, thumbs brushing lazy circles into your thighs.

His breath was hot against your center before his mouth met your pussy in a kiss that made your soul crack open.

You cried out softly, fingers flying into his wet hair, and he groaned in response.

His tongue moved with the kind of skill only someone who knows your body could offer.

He didn’t rush.

He didn’t tease.

He worshipped.

And while his mouth devoured you, his hands slid up, cupping your breasts beneath your soaked dress, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you arched like you were offering yourself to the Samoan gods.

“Jey…” you whimpered, voice high and broken.

He didn’t stop.

The waterfall crashed behind you, the moonlight breaking through the spray and landing on your skin like scattered stars.

It caught in the curve of his back, the gold of his chains, the tremble of your thighs wrapped around his neck.

Together again.

No longer separate.

No longer yearning..

When your release hit you, it was quiet — no screaming, no chaos.

Just a whisper of his name, tears in your eyes, and his arms holding you tight as your body shook.

He rose again slowly, kissing the inside of your knee, your belly, your heart.

Jey pressed his forehead to yours, chest heaving.

“You feel that?” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You still mine, mama. You always been.”

You nodded, tear slipping free, and he kissed it before it could fall.

Slowly, still holding your gaze like he was scared you might disappear, Jey reached down and pushed his black joggers down just enough — just low enough to free himself.

You caught the movement through the waterfall’s mist, your breath hitching at the sight of him — girthy, hard, glistening with water and anticipation.

He let his hand wrap gently around himself, as if even that moment was something private, something just for you to see.

He pressed closer, the body weight of him heavy between your thighs, and paused.

“Baby…” he said, voice breaking slightly.

“You ready?”

You nodded without hesitation, your fingers curling into his broad shoulders.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I’m ready.”

He kissed you again — slow and deep — while his hand slid down to guide himself to your entrance.

The first press of him made you gasp against his mouth.

Stretching you in a way that made your chest ache and your thighs shake.

That all too familiar stretch..

Jey grunted softly, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushed in slowly, taking his time, sinking inch by inch into you like he was terrified of hurting you.

Like he was savoring every second.

You clung to him, arms wrapped around his neck, legs trembling around his waist as he buried himself deeper — your bodies fitting together with the same devastating familiarity they always had.

When he was finally fully inside you, he stayed still — forehead resting against yours, bodies trembling, hearts racing.

Neither of you moved.

Not yet.

You could feel the rapid thrum of his pulse against your chest.

The tremble of his hands where they held your hips, grounding himself.

He was breathing hard, fighting to stay in control.

“You feel so good, mama,” he murmured against your cheek, “So fuckin’ good.”

You whispered his name like a promise, threading your fingers through his wet hair, holding him close.

He rocked his hips — just barely — the smallest movement, and it sent a wave of shivers through both of you.

Your eyes fluttered closed, overwhelmed by the intimacy of it — the way he filled you, the way you stretched around him, the way he fit inside you like you were carved out for him.

And the way he waited.

Waited for you to move first.

Waited for you to say it was okay.

You shifted your hips slightly, and he groaned deep in his chest, pressing a kiss to your temple.

He moved again — just a little more, slow and careful — and your back arched instinctively, your body clinging to him.

Jey kissed you — everywhere — your cheeks, your mouth, your throat — whispering soft, half-formed words you could barely hear.

“My girl,” he breathed. “Always my girl.”

You didn’t rush.

You couldn’t.

There was too much..

Too much history.

Too much love.

The rhythm stayed slow, bodies doused with water and sweat and memory, neither of you rushing toward the edge.

Just feeling.

Just being.

Jey’s hands trembled slightly as they slid up your thighs, holding you steady as he rocked his hips into you — still slow, still deep — like he couldn’t bear to break the fragile thread of connection between you.

It wasn’t rough.

It wasn’t frantic.

It was devastatingly tender — an ache in your chest that only he could soothe.

Jey’s movements grew a little faster, a little less controlled.

Like he needed you the way he needed air.

He pulled back just enough to look at you — his forehead still brushing yours — his eyes shining under the fractured moonlight, wet with more than just water.

“Baby…” he whispered, voice cracking, “I’m not gonna last.”

You shook your head, chest heaving, pressing your forehead harder against his.

“I don’t care,” you moaned out. “Jey, just— just stay with me.”

A broken sound left his throat — half a sob, half a groan — and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tightly it almost hurt.

And then he moved —

Harder, faster — but still with that desperate kind of worship in every thrust.

The world blurred around you — the roar of the waterfall, the glint of the stars, the wet rock beneath your spine — and there was only him.

Only this.

Your release crept up slow but meaningful, pulling at your spine, making your thighs quake around his waist.

You felt his rhythm stutter, the man inside him fighting to stay in control, but he held on — held on for you — until you both shattered together.

You cried out, arching into him, every nerve-ending lighting up at once.

Jey groaned deep in his chest, voice breaking against your mouth as he followed you over the edge, burying himself as deep as he could go.

It wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t wild.

It was achingly beautiful — the quiet kind of destruction.

The kind that left you reborn.

For a long moment afterward, neither of you moved.

You stayed locked together, breathing each other in, your chests heaving in sync.

He pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck, arms still wrapped tightly around you like he was afraid to let go.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against your skin.

“You’ve always been mine.”

You closed your eyes, tears slipping free.

“Always..”

[levissslutt]

my fyp be blessing me, so idc of you tired of seeing tt on tumblr gots to bless y’all too😂😂

[luuvprincess]

“SOME PUNK ASS YOUTUBER!”

I LOVE THIS MAN 😩😩😩😭😭🫶🏽🫶🏽

Never fucking liked Logan Paul he need go on somewhere with his ianitgotnothingtodowithmylife headass.

[spiicii]

jey uso / world heavyweight champion

x fem!reader word count → 1.5k summary → now on top of the world, jey should be focused on celebrating his new world title. instead, he’s only focused on you.  notes → just a little one-shot to celebrate our new world heavyweight champion! i wrote this in advance because i never doubted my boy for a second. he proved all the haters and doubters wrong, just like we knew he would.  links → masterlist / taglist  tags → literally just pwp, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk

Jey was supposed to be at the afterparty. 

Too many people had paid good money to be there, all hoping for a chance to celebrate with their new World Heavyweight Champion. 

Instead, he was shoving you against the bathroom wall, his breath hot in your ear. “Been waitin’ to fuck you all night, ma.” He rumbled, already hiking up your dress. “Can’t get you outta my head.” 

You let out a breathless laugh, clinging tightly to his suit jacket as he ripped your panties away and tossed them to the side. 

“You thinking about me instead of that damn championship?” You couldn’t keep the incredulity out of your voice, your eyelids fluttering as Jey’s hand moved roughly between your legs. 

“You all I can think about, girl.” He murmured, lifting you up off the floor and holding you in his arms with ease. “Just wanted to win so I could leave the ring and come find you.” 

“Why you lyin’?” You tried to add some bite to your words, but they came out shaky as Jey’s cock nudged at your entrance. 

“I ain’t lyin’.” Jey hand reached up to close around your throat, still keeping you suspended in the air, your toes barely touching the floor. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about this tight little pussy of yours. Got me under some kind of spell, ma.” 

You had a clever response on the tip of your tongue though it quickly died on your lips as Jey pushed his cock into you, the feeling of fullness causing you to let out a moan. 

“Fuck, how you still this tight?” Jey’s voice was thick with lust. “Didn’t I just fuck you this morning?” 

“Jey.” His name came out a small whine, your eyes rolling back into your head as he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You squirmed in his arms and his grip around your throat tightened. 

“Be still,” he snarled, his hips beginning to pick up the pace as he pounded into you. “You want this dick or not?” 

You nodded as best you could with his hand around your throat. He was always so cocky after a win, but this felt different. This wasn’t like when he won the tag team titles with his brother. Hell, this wasn’t like when he won the Intercontinental title. This was a different kind of win. He wasn’t just any champion now. He was a world champion. 

You could see the massive belt glittering out of the corner of your eye. Jey had been quick to throw it on the bathroom counter before shoving you up against the wall, his hands rough and greedy. 

“Yeah, you like that shit?” Jey hadn’t missed the way you were glancing at his new title, his face twisted into an arrogant smirk. “Like getting railed by the world champion, don’t you, baby?” 

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment and Jey chuckled, moving his long fingers up to grab your jaw. He crashed your lips together in a messy kiss. His hips never faltered as he continued to hammer into you. Your feet were fully off the floor now, your pussy spasming helplessly as he kept you suspended in the air. 

“I can feel you, ma,” Jey murmured, his eyes dark as he stared at you. “Can feel you squeezing my shit. You like it when Daddy fucks you like this?” 

“Jey, please.” It was all too much. His words, combined with the brutal way he was thrusting into you, had pleasure overtaking you like a tidal wave. This wasn’t your usual, sweet Jey. This man was fucking you like he was entitled to it, his face almost smug as he watched you tremble in his arms. 

You let out a loud moan and Jey’s hand was suddenly over your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek. 

“You gon’ get us caught, little girl.” He warned, though he didn’t seem angry. In fact, he seemed amused, as if he wouldn’t mind someone barging in and catching the new world champion fucking his girl against the bathroom wall.

His fingers nudged at your lips and you opened your mouth obediently for him, allowing him to fuck his fingers down your throat. 

“Damn, you’d just let me do whatever I want to you, huh?” Jey’s words were mocking, his hips somehow picking up speed as he drilled into you. You were amazed at how easily he held you up, not even a little bit tired from how long he’d been holding you. “You’d just take whatever I give you and beg me for more, wouldn’t you, baby?” 

He removed his fingers from your mouth, that infuriating smirk still on his lips. It’d piss you off if it wasn’t so fucking hot. 

You hated how much arrogance suited him. 

“So fucking pretty, mamas,” he whispered, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your neck. “You take me so good. This pussy was made fo’ me, wasn’t it?” 

“Jey,” Your voice was barely a whisper, your thoughts fizzling out as pleasure began to overtake all your other senses. You couldn’t think of anything but him. Him and his massive cock splitting you open. 

Jey shifted the angle of his hips and you nearly screamed, Jey’s hand covering your mouth again to muffle the sound. 

“I know, I know,” he chuckled, now aiming for your g-spot with devastating accuracy. “Just can’t help yourself, can you, slut?” 

You wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Jey huffed out another laugh at your desperation, his Cuban link glittering almost as beautifully as the belt you couldn’t stop staring at. The champion smirked again. God, why was it so hot? 

Your entire body was shaking now. You were close. So tantalizingly close. 

“Daddy, please,” you gasped, your hands curling in the soft fabric of his jacket. “Please, can I come? Please?” 

“You sing so sweet for me, honey,” he cooed, his hand back on your throat in an easy dominance. “Go ahead, baby. Come on this dick.” 

Your vision went white, your entire body shaking as you came. Jey’s cursed as your velvety walls spasmed and fluttered around him, still greedily sucking him in. 

“God, you look so fucking pretty when you come.” His voice was breathless now, his control unraveling as he chased his own pleasure. “So fucking perfect.” 

You could barely hear him, still struggling to keep your eyes open as the pleasure washed over you. Jey’s grip on your neck tightened, his hips stuttering against you as he got closer and closer to his own release. His breath was hot against your lips, his forehead pressed against yours. 

“Shit!” 

You felt him spill inside you, a new warmth spreading inside you as he painted your walls white. You let out a satisfied hum at the feeling, spots dancing across your vision from how hard he was gripping your throat. You spread your legs wider on instinct to take as much of him as you could even as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the feeling. You wanted everything he had to offer. You wanted all of him. 

The room was silent now, the two of you breathing heavily as you both came down from your respective highs. Jey finally released your throat, reaching up to cup your cheek instead. 

“You alright, baby?” His voice was gravelly and deep, his dark eyes concerned as he stared at you. 

“I’m good.” You whispered, smiling as he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to your lips. 

Your breath hitched when he finally pulled out of you, shivering as some of his come dribbled out of your still twitching hole and down your inner thigh. Jey pressed another kiss to your cheek as he carried you to the bathroom counter, setting you on the cool marble counter beside his championship belt. 

You watched as he cleaned you up. His hands gentle, his lips soft as he pressed kisses to whatever exposed skin he could find. 

You couldn’t help but reach out to touch the Heavyweight belt beside you. The metal was cool to the touch, the side plates with his name glinting in the light. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you told him, meeting his gaze with adoration. “You deserve this.” 

Jey’s face broke into a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with joy. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw him this happy. “You too sweet to me, baby.” He murmured, moving between your legs to keep you pressed against the bathroom counter. You giggled when he started peppering your face with kisses. 

“Stop! We gotta go back to the party.” 

“Nah, let’s go another round.” 

“Jey!” 

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to drag him out of the bathroom. And when you finally returned to the party, he kept you on his lap all night, his hand curling possessively on your upper thigh.

You weren’t surprised that he was just as ravenous for you when the party finally ended, his mouth on yours the second the hotel room door shut behind you. And so what if you asked him to fuck you wearing nothing but the belt? It wasn’t every day you got to fuck a world champion. 

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[creolefatu]

😩 I just wanna know is it a rocket or not! 💪🏽 where can I find me a Samoan? 😭

[4milly]

mws - jey uso.

parings: jey uso x black!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, arguing, use of n word, car sex, unprotected sex, my man, my girl, but not my man or my girl trope, praise kink, talking you through it lawd,

the message made you roll your eyes so hard you thought they might've got stuck.

“this man really called me a crybaby,” you muttered under your breath, already feeling your annoyance bubbling up.

from the day he set foot into your life, all he did was keep up with the dramatics. being extra and shit about any ole thing. this time? he was irritated about you still following your ex on instagram. fed up with the conversation, you blocked him. he could send novels to your messages by himself.

mind you, it was jey who decided not to be official yet. he was a busy man, and you respected that. being on the road damn near everyday out the year was taxing; trying to be in a relationship wouldn't work. but he couldn't let go of you.

you sighed so deep you swore your soul left your body for a hot minute. this man really had the audacity to pull up unannounced, acting like you were the problem. you peeped out the window and sure enough, there was his black range rover parked across the street, engine still running.

"lord give me strength," you mumbled, huffing and flopping on the couch. slipping on your hot pink ugg slides and grabbing your keys. just as you were about to close your eyes and pretend you ain't see shit, jey layed on his horn.

you weren't about to let the neighbors get a show, so you stepped outside, locking the door behind you. you knew how exaggerated jey could be; if he didn't get his way, no doubt he'd blow his horn all night to get your attention. and at this time of night? you'd be out by morning.

the passenger seat of jey's car flung open before you could hit the side walk. you quickly got in, slamming the door behind you, "how many times did your mama drop you as a fucking baby? are you crazy? blowing your horn and shit? what if someone called the po—"

"mane, ion give one fuck 'bout that shit. you got me fucked up." he seethed throwing his hands in the air.

you rolled your eyes again, matching his frustration,"I got you fucked up? Nah, you got me fucked up. you really pulled up to my place at 2am over what? some likes?"

jey's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white, "so you fuckin' him again? thats whatchu' on now, mama? fuck outta here 'bout some likes and shit. how you think i feel? seein' another motherfucka all under yo pictures leaving heart eyes?"

your head snapped backwards in disbelief, "that's rich coming from you! how many bitches under your pictures, jey? where's my phone at? let me go count em'."

"i aint responding back with no fuckin' hearts and shit tho! thats the shit im talkin' bout!"

the tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. jey's eyes were fixed on the road ahead, but you could see the storm brewing behind them. you knew this man well enough to know his blood was boiling.

your jaw dropped, heat rising to your cheeks. "excuse me? y'know what? you wanna talk about crybaby shit? how about you mad as fuck right now going through my page to find something? you're throwing a whole ass tantrum over a follow!"

"and you blocked me right? but, you can't block that motherfucka tho? thats some bullshit and you know it!" jey spat, his jaw clenched. honestly? he didn't even know what he was more mad it. you blocking him, still following your ex, liking each other's post, or you coming out the house in those little ass shorts.

was he terrible for being upset at all 4?

it irked something inside of him. you weren't his girl...yet. but still, it's a respect issue. he knew he was yours, and unless you forgot, you knew you were his. there wasn't room for anybody else no matter what you thought.

"oh, so now you wanna act brand new? like you ain't been doing the same shit?" you snapped, pulling out your phone. "let's see…tiffany, amber, and how many other people—all up in your comments 'lord he could get it.' 'till the room stinks.' 'till the earth-fuckin'-quakes.' but I'm the problem?"

jey snatched the phone from your hand, tossing it in the backseat. "don't flip this stupid shit on me. so thats what this is? yo crybaby ass wanted to get back at me, so you followed his ass again? all up in his business for what? ian texting you back fast enough or sum?"

you were fuming, everything about him grating on your nerves. you were so over it, over him acting like you were the one causing problems when he was just as messy.

part of jey knew he was being petty, but it didn’t stop the heat rising in his veins. he hated seeing you follow your ex, hated the way you acted like he was the only one with a damn problem.

"i ain't competing with nobody, especially not for a man who can't even claim me. you think you deserve me why?"

"you want me to claim you? ight. c'mere." jey growled before crashing his lips into yours.

your protest was muffled against jey's lips as he kissed you fiercely, one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other gripping the front. his tongue demanded entry. the kiss was everything the argument was. rough and fiery.

"get inna back," he growled, breaking the kiss to undo his belt buckle, "you ain't hear me? now."

you hesitated for a moment, torn between desire and indecisiveness. part of you wanted to get out the car and leave him here, but the smoldering look in his eyes made the decision for you. you scrambled over the center console, your shorts riding up as you climbed into the backseat.

jey followed, his muscular frame towering over you. "been turnt wit' my ass all fuckin' morning. yo crybaby ass. you wanted this shit too. and you better take it all, none of that runnin' shit."

his large hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties in one swift motion.

he tossed your shorts in the front, before shoving your panties into your mouth, "pretty ass. just wanted to get yo pussy ate didn't you, mama."

he slid down your body, kissing his way across your chest to your stomach until he rested between your thighs.

his large hands gripped your plush thighs, pulling you towards his mouth. he instantly sucked your throbbing bud into his mouth. you let out a muffled gasp before arching your back upwards.

"you taste so fuckin' good, mama. love tastin' her ass. wish you stop talkin' so damn much," he groaned out into the air.

his tongue worked magic, flicking and swirling around your most sensitive spots. you squirmed against the leather seats, muffled moans escaping around the fabric in your mouth.

the noises you made as his tongue swirled your swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but he was a step ahead—pinning you down with his arms.

jey alternated between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, building you higher and higher. just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you.

he doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as his fingers pumped relentlessly. the dual sensation was overwhelming, and within moments you were trembling on the edge of release.

his wet muscle sliding into your awaiting hole, fucking you with it was enough to send you over. you came with a muffled scream, your body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you.

your body thrashed around the seats to escape from his mouth, "let me goooo," you let out a muffle whine, barely even comprehensive.

you pushed at his arms around your waist. jey had an end goal; he wasn't going to let you leave that damn car till his point was proven. you were his.

his girl.

that instagram following shit? it was over tonight. and he was gonna make the clear anyway he could...or had to.

he licked your pussy clean as more juices erupted from your pussy, giving him something to drink on. you were going crazy. you couldn't thrashing away from him, unable to remain still as pleasure hit your body in waves. your lower half worked against the strokes of his fingers; riding them into oblivion. your juices continuously flowing down into his mouth like a waterfall.

but with his dick getting hard? watching you attempt to push him away with tears in your eyes? no-one was leaving this car anytime soon.

you came with a muffled scream, your body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, "lil’ angry ass...get it all out, baby," he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy causing your body to shutter and gush into his mouth.

"c'mere. crybaby ass just needed some dick, so move it. lemme see how much you want it," he laid against the seat, pulling your arms to move you on-top of him.

his strong hands gripped your hips, positioning you over his thick length. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his dick twitching against your inner thigh. jey's eyes locked with yours, intense and hungry, "take whatchu' need from me, baby."

you reached between you, taking his girth into your small hand. you positioned him at your entrance and slowly eased down onto him. a small whimper left your throat as he pushed his dick into your warm heat in a swift movement.

"ride me, mama. show me how much you want this dick," he encouraged before locking his arms around your waist. the burn of his dick stretching your walls long gone by now.

no-one was stupid. had any of your neighbors looked out the window, they knew exactly what was going on. the car rocking up and down, from him slamming your hips onto him, and the fog clouding the windows. you could draw your name on it.

"faster, baby." he demanded, bucking his hips up to meet yours. tears pooled at your eyes even though you obliged, picking up the pace. the car filled with the sounds of your moans and the slap of skin on skin. jey's hands slid down to grip your ass, helping you bounce on him.

your thighs burned as you rode him harder, desperate for release. jey's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, guiding your movements. the car rocked with each thrust, the windows completely fogged over now. his dick kissing your cervix with each thrust. your wetness drenched his dick, making him slide in and out so easy.

your pussy started to twitch, as his dick massaged your walls, continuously bouncing in his lap, making his dick kiss your cervix, and making note to squeeze when you reached his tip.

suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, locking you in place. "my turn," he growled before locking his arms around your lower back stilling your movements.

tears began to stain your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. with your bodies pressed together, jey began to ride you from the bottom. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy fluttered around him. a smirk plastered across his face, he felt your pussy clenching around him. he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"so damn pretty on top of me. you mines, right?," he cooed, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. he reached up to pull your panties from your mouth. you through your head back, letting out a loud cry to the roof of the car, "you mines, ain't you? say it."

you could barely form words, lost in the sensation of him riding you from the bottom. "i-i'm yours," you managed to gasp out between thrusts.

the sight of jey's dick coated in a white sheer layer made his head spin, "say that shit louder, baby. let everyone know who fuckin' you right now."

"i'm yours!" you moaned out. a smirk plastered over his face before pulling you to him by the back of your neck into a searing kiss, "i'm yours, too."

he was losing himself under you, his strokes were becoming erratic. the sensation sending the coil in your belly overboard. you creamed all over his thickness, clamping down on him. the move triggering his own release.

he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed. you both swallowed each other's moans. the moment was...new. you had an unanswered question in the air.

but either way? you both knew you only had eachother.

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PHYSICAL TOUCH • JEY USO

authors note: we have officially made it to the end of the love language series. thank you all so much for the support I have gained, it really means the world to me that you all love what i write and knowing some of my favorite authors on here love it too. sorry for taking so damn long to update, school has been kicking your girl's ass and I was really finding it hard to write during it all. but alas we made it!! I decided to end this series the same way I started it...with my baby jey uso. you are in for a treat with this one as this is the longest one shot i've written in the series🤭 well, don't let me keep you too long. without further a due, happy reading my loves and once again thank you💗🎀 p.s. jey looks so sexy with his red and black gear for survivor series🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

summary: jey don't wanna be "just a friend" to you anymore.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), written with black woman in mind, friends who really like each other, smoking, fluff, jey is obsessed with you, dirty talk, unprotected sex, car sex, kissing, biting (slight), small bits of roughness, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink,praise, this is goofy lovey dovey shit x10000.

word count: 2.7k words

now playing: red light special - tlc

it’s midnight. the air is crisp with the cool breath of late november, cool enough to give goosebumps but still not enough to bite.  you’re sitting low in the passenger seat of jey’s sleek black charger, legs crossed and dipped in the glow of the dashboard lights.  the subtle scent of ‘black ice’ air freshener mixes well with the slow haze of smoke curling from the joint between your fingers.

jey is sitting easy in his driver’s seat, one hand draped on the wheel, the other arm resting along the back of your seat, fingers casually brushing your shoulder.  his signature chain glints in the dim light from the street lamps as they pass, the soft rumble of the car’s engine making everything feel muted, more… intimate.

you exhale a slow, lazy stream of smoke out the cracked window, watching the way the city lights smear into streaks as the charger cruises down an empty street. a gentle r&b song played low in the speakers, its lyrics matching the faint thrum of tension hanging between the two of you.

“you gon’ pass that or hold it hostage, mama?” jey’s voice cuts through the thick quiet, low and teasing, making heat spark low in your belly.

you glance at him through your lashes, lips quirking into a small smirk.  “why? you need it more than me, greedy?”

he leans over slightly, closing the gap between you, his face a little too close, soft brown eyes locked on yours.  “oh I need somethin’, alright.” his grin is sharp but playful, that familiar flirtation slipping from his lips as easy as breathing.

you roll your eyes, even though a shiver crawls down your spine.  you flick the joint between your fingers, teasing, before finally passing it to him.  his fingertips graze yours when he takes it, the brief touch buzzing through you like a shock of electricity.

the air in the car shifts, as it always does when it’s just the two of you, hovering somewhere between platonic and dangerous.  it’s always been like this for years—friends who flirt too much, share too much, maybe fuck love each other too much.  it got complicated when you started seeing someone else, tried to shut that part of you down.  but now that’s over, and things have been creeping back to where they were.  no labels, just...  whatever this is.

jey takes a slow pull from the joint, his gaze never leaving you.  his lips wrap around it just so, and you hate how your thighs press together on instinct, an action he catches easily.

he smirks as he exhales, letting the smoke drift lazily out the window.  “missed this, you know.  just me and you. you ain't gotta act all tough around me, honey.”

your heart stumbles a little at the softness in his voice, but you keep your cool, leaning back against your seat like his words didn’t hit as deep as they did.  “you're getting soft on me,” you tease, smirking.

jey chuckles in return, shaking his head as he taps ash from the joint.  “yeah, yeah. but you love that shit, don't lie." his hand slides from the back of your seat to rest on your thigh, heavy and warm, thumb brushing idly over the curve just below your skirt.  the touch is familiar, claiming, like he’s always known you’d end up right back here.

you don't attempt to move his hand. instead, you settle into the weight of it, the warmth of his large palm massaging your skin,  biting your bottom lip to hide the little smile threatening to creep across your face. he’s watching you too close, like he is reading all of your thoughts.  and maybe he is—jey’s always known how to read you well with just a look.

he leans a little closer again, voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always gets you into trouble.  “come here.”

you glance at him, the warmth in your chest spreading fast, and you know where this is headed.  you could pretend you don’t.  you could play coy.  but you don’t want to. not with him. not tonight.

instead, you lean in, and jey meets you halfway, his lips brushing yours once, twice, before he kisses you properly.  it's slow and deliberate, a kiss that feels like a reminder—like he’s been waiting for this, waiting for you.

his hand tightens on your thigh, and you sigh against his mouth, your lips parting for him, his tongue sliding against yours, deepening the kiss until you’re clinging to the front of his hoodie, breathing him in like the smoke lingering in the car.

he pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours, both of you catching your breath.  his hand drifts higher on your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt with ease.  “I ever tell you how bad I missed you, baby?”

you hum, tilting your head to nip gently at his bottom lip.  “maybe? it would be better if you show me. ”

jey groans low in his throat, his hand leaving your thigh to grab the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss—hungrier this time, all teeth and tongue. his free hand grips your thigh again, fingers digging into your skin.

he breaks the kiss to drag his lips down your neck, biting gently at the spot just beneath your ear that always makes you purr.  you gasp, arching against him, and he chuckles against your skin, his voice low and wrecked.  “that’s it, mama. I got you.”

your mind is already hazy, inebriated in the way his hands and mouth paint your body like a canvas, but it’s just the foreplay.  his fingers trail higher, brushing the edge of your panties, and you shiver, your breath stuttering out in a soft moan.

“you want this?” he murmurs against your neck, his thumb slipping beneath the damp fabric to tease you.  “words, baby.”

“yeah,” you breathe, barely able to form the word.  “please, jey.”

he grins against your skin, kissing you again as his fingers slip between your thighs, parting your lower lips easily. he groans softly at how wet you are, dragging his fingers through your slick folds with a slow, deliberate touch that makes your head fall back against the seat.

“look at you,” he mutters, voice thick with praise.  “so fuckin’ wet for me and I ain’ even taste her yet.”

you whimper, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles low in his throat, loving how desperate you are for him.

“you gon’ let me taste her, mama?” he asks, already pulling back enough to maneuver between your legs, carefully leaning over the gear shift so he’s fully in your space.

you don’t even have time to respond before he’s tugging your skirt and panties down, throwing them carelessly into the back seat.  his hands are on your thighs, spreading you wide, your pussy exposed, and glistening for his eyes only.

jey doesn’t hesitate. he dives in, tongue skillfully dragging through your silky folds with a hunger that leaves you breathless, thighs trembling. he eats you like your pussy is the lifeline that is keeping him alive, switching between sucking your clit and fucking your tight quivering hole with his tongue, the sounds are lewd and obscene which only heightens the pleasure for you two.

“s-hit,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair as your hips grind your cunt against his mouth. he groans in response, the vibration of it making you cry out, the pressure building fast and sharp between your thighs.

“that's it sweetheart,” he murmurs between licks, his voice dripping with praise.  “you taste so sweet, baby. missed this pussy so much.”

you’re close—so close you can feel the knot tightening in your abdomen. your thighs clamp around his head, sputtering expletives and jey doesn’t let up, gripping your hips to keep you right where he wants you.

“come on, mama,” he urges, voice rough and low against you. “make a mess on me.”

that’s all it takes. your orgasm crashes over you, and you cry, back arching as you ride the wave of pleasure, jey holding you through it, his tongue relentless against your clit until you’re shaking, begging him to stop.

but he doesn’t.  he grins up at you, wicked and smug, and keeps going, sending you spiraling into another orgasm before you can even catch your breath.

“j-jey! w..wa-ait” you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your body shakes with overstimulation.

“shhh, I got you,” he soothes, but his grin says otherwise—more like he loves seeing you fall apart for him, that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

and when he finally pulls back, lips and beard glistening with your juices, he leans in close, brushing his mouth against yours.

“you good, baby?” he asks, soft and playful, like he wasn’t worshipping you in between your thighs moments earlier.

all you could do is nod, breathless, and he kisses you again, allowing you to taste the sweet tanginess of yourself on his lips and tongue.

jey pulls back from the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded, but that cocky  grin of his never fades. he leans back in the driver’s seat, hands casually resting on the curve of your thighs, spreading them just enough to tease you with his gaze.  the warmth of your release is still causing your pussy to throb, but it’s not enough to fully satiate your lust. and with the way jey is gazes at you, he knows it too.

“come here, mama," jey murmurs, giving your thigh a quick slap. 

with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, you shift over the console and climb into his lap.  you’re grateful for the roomy interior of the charger as you straddle him, thighs bracketing his hips.  he leans back, hands already roaming up your waist, under your top, squeezing at the soft globes of your breasts like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you.

“you comfy, baby?” he teases, palms pressing into your ass, grinding your bare pussy down against the thick bulge in his sweats. the friction makes both of you groan, and you can’t help the way your body moves on its own, rolling your hips against him.

jey bites his bottom lip, eyes locked on where you grind against him, the wet drag of your pussy staining the fabric of his sweats.  “fuck," he mutters, head falling back against the seat.  “you gon’ ride me just like that?  huh, baby?  make a mess all over me?"

you grin, the pressured heat between your legs building again.  “you always did like it messy.”

his fingers dig into your hips as he presses himself up against you, just enough to make you gasp.  “you know I like you,” he says, voice rough.  “always did."

the words hit you deep—more than they should—and for a second, the weight of them hangs in the air between you.  but you’re not here to talk about feelings, and jey knows it too.

he shifts under you, hand slipping down to stroke himself through his sweats.  “c’mon, baby.  take care of daddy.”

you slide a hand between your bodies, finding the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down just enough to free him. his cock springs free, thick and already leaking precum, and the sight of it causes you to slightly drool.  you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasing, loving the way his breath stutters beneath you.

“damn, mama,” he groans, his grip tightening on your hips.  “you tryna kill me?”

you smile mischievously.  “maybe.” but you don’t play around with him—this isn’t about teasing, not tonight.

you lift yourself up, lining him up with your entrance, and he watches you with brown, half-lidded eyes, pink lips parted as he waits for you to sink down on him.  and when you do, the pleasurable stretch steals both of your breaths.

“fuck, baby,” jey groans, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as you take him inch by inch, slow and deliberate.  “that’s it...fuckin' perfect. you always take me so good, mama."

the praise hits you like a drug, making you moan as you bottom out, his cock buried deep inside you. you pause for a moment, adjusting to the stretch, and jey's hands roam your body like he can’t get enough of you—palming your ass, squeezing your waist, his thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts under your top.

“look at you," he murmurs, voice thick and filled with something dangerously close to awe. “this pussy was made just for me, huh?"

you roll your hips, slow and deliberate, grinding down on him until he curses under his breath, head falling back against the seat again.  “uh huh,” you whisper, leaning in close to kiss behind his ear, sucking on the lobe.  “all yours, daddy.”

the growl that rumbles from his chest is damn near primal. his hands grip your hips hard, guiding you into a rhythm that’s slow and heavenly, each roll of your hips dragging him deeper into you. the air between you is thick with heat, every breath shared, every moan swallowed by the other’s mouth as you kiss again, messy and uncoordinated.

“that’s it, baby," he groans, breaking the kiss to suck a mark into your neck.  “fuck yourself on me. just like that. good fucking girl.”

you gasp as his teeth graze your skin, the sharp sensation shooting straight to your swollen clit. as if he can read your body, his hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with expert precision, circling it in time with the roll of your hips.

“cum for me again, mama,” he murmurs, voice low and coaxing.  “lemme feel you cum on this dick.”

you can’t hold back—not with the way he’s filling you so perfectly, not with the way his thumb works your clit like it’s second nature, and certainly not with how the head of his cock presses deliciously against your g spot. your orgasm hits you fast and hard, your whole body tensing as you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you gush all over him.

“that’s my good girl," jey groans, grinding up into you as your warm gummy walls clamp down around him.  “makin’ a mess all over this dick.”

you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax when jey’s grip on your hips tightens, and suddenly he’s fucking up into you, chasing his own release with rough, desperate thrusts causing you to whine.

“uh uh, take it, baby,” he growls through gritted teeth, hands locked on your hips as he drives into you, relishing in your choked sobs.  “gon' fill this pussy up.  you want that, honey? want me to cum in daddy’s pussy?”

“y-yessss,” you mewl, head burying itself in his neck as you grind against him, every nerve in your body on fire.  “please, daddy. cum in me please.”

the sound he makes is beautiful as he slams into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he spills his warm thick load into you, flooding your womb with his seed.

“shit,” he mutters, chest heaving, forehead falling to rest against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

for a moment, the only sound in the car besides a song playing on low volume is the harsh rhythm of your breathing, the scent of sweat and sex mingling with the lingering haze of smoke.

you stay like that for a while, tangled together, your body still humming from the high of it all. jey’s hands roam lazily over your back, soothing, grounding, bringing you back down to earth and you can’t help but melt into him a little more.

eventually, he presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder, grinning against your skin.  “told you I missed you girl.”

you laugh, breathless and light, brushing a hand through his hair.  “you’re so dumb.”

jey leans back just enough to look at you, his grin wide and boyish, the mischievous glint in his eye making your heart skip.  “yeah, but you love my dumbass.”

and damn it, he’s right.

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Never Have I Ever // Jey Uso x Reader

Author's Note -> So I had this interesting little idea and figured I'd write it out for y'all... not sure how I feel about it yet but lmk if you like it 🤭 Oh! I have a masterlist now too, so you can check out some other stories I did recently :) happy reading!

Plot -> An innocent game leads to a new first, and new love.

Pairings -> Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Drinking, Cursing, Hickies, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.3k

Game Night. The one night a month where you, Josh, Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina could have a night to yourselves. No kids, no wrestling events to stress over, just drinks and quality time with your people. You met them through work, and although you were part of the production crew you ended up clicking with them right away. Whenever you all were inevitably on the road for shows, you traveled together, stayed at the same hotel, ventured the cities together, you had basically become part of the family.

Game Night originally started as a couples get-together for Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina but seeing as you and Josh were always around they happily extended the invitation to you two, despite both of you being single.

You were close with everybody in the group, but yours and Josh’s relationship was by far closer than the relationships you had with the others. Josh was the first WWE superstar to greet you on your first day on the job, showing you around and helping you get acclimated to your new work environment. Within the span of a couple weeks he was inviting you to family events, and the rest is history.

After helping yourself to a mixed drink in Joe and Galina's kitchen, you made your way back to the living room where everyone was congregated as they were trying to figure out the next game to play. “Why don’t we spice it up?” Trin suggested, “how about a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“Jesus, Trin. What are we, high schoolers?” You chimed in, “Might as well get a bottle out and start spinning it too.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, live a little,” she teased, “Sounds to me like you’ve got some secretssss!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Start already, before you kill my buzz.” 

One by one everyone started taking turns going in a circle stating things they hadn’t done before; some sexual, some embarrassing, and some targeted to get certain players to put their fingers down. After a few rounds everyone in the group only had one finger remaining, and it was your turn. All you had to do was give one confession and everybody would be out of the game, making you the winner. You being as competitive as you were, you saved the best one for last. And you knew it would get everyone out. “Okay umm,” you paused dramatically even though you knew what you were going to say, “Never have I ever… received head.”

You smiled triumphantly as one by one, the group started putting down their fingers. Choruses of “Wowww, you had to go there,” “That’s so unfair,” and strings of curses came from everybody. Everybody except Josh.

“Nah, uce. That means nobody wins. Ma, the whole point of the game is to say somethin’ you haven’t done. You gotta put a finger down.”

“I know the rules, Josh,” you retorted, “I did say something I haven’t done. Which means I win.” “Wait, wait, wait. Girl, you’ve never had a man eat you out?” Trin asked shocked, her question making everyone realize what you had just said.

Josh interjects before you can respond, seemingly annoyed, “She has, Trin, she’s bullshittin’ rn. Because there ain’t no way-”

“There is a way, Josh, because it hasn’t happened. I’ve never had a man go down on me.”

Waves of shock cascaded across the room at your response. How could you go your entire adult life without getting your pussy eaten? It’s actually fairly easy,  just sleep with shitty dudes that don’t wanna reciprocate and there you have it. You’ve experimented a little bit within your sex life, but something as elementary as getting head was something you had yet to check off your bucket list? You can’t really blame everyone for being so surprised about it, shit you probably would be too if you were in their shoes. It seemed like with every second the group sat with this new revelation more and more questions were getting asked, almost an overwhelming amount.

“Okay okay chill, damn. Didn’t realize I was playing ‘truth or dare’ all of a sudden,” you joked before shifting to a more serious tone, “But yes, I’ve sucked dick before. Yes, I’ve been fingered. No, I’m not bullshitting. And yes, my taste in men is ass. Haven’t found a single one that wants to go down on me, yet they expect me to go down on them. Crazy I know, but it is what it is. Men ain’t shit apparently. Now there, did I cover everything?”

“So…,” Jon piped up, “What the fuck y’all be doin’ then? Just straight to pound town and that’s it? No warm up?”

“Pound town is crazyyyy,” you laughed, “But not exactly. Actually, I can break down every time I’ve ever had sex with somebody. It all follows the same steps: kiss on each other for a bit, take all our clothes off, I’ll suck his dick, we fuck, he cums, and then it’s over with.”

“Wait, girl, are you saying you’ve never cum during sex? If that’s what you’re saying honey, I’m sorry, but we gotta find you a fuckin’ man. No more of these boys that you’re messin’ with.” Galina asked.

“Oh, no, I have before. Just a handful of times though, most of the time I’ve gotta finish myself off after. Can’t really expect me to finish if you don’t warm me up a bit, you know?” You responded.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with this generation? Giving your girl head should be a requirement, these boys you’re fuckin’ with are weird as fuck, Y/N, my girl’s right. We gotta find you a real man,” Joe stated.

“Oh, trust me, I agree with y’all. It’s why I just stopped having sex altogether; Imma have to finish myself off anyways, might as well not waste my time.”

“Y/N, babes, how fuckin’ long has it been since you’ve gotten dick?” Trin asked, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“Um…” Wow, you really had to think about it. “If I remember right, then around Christmas time…” “Oh, so less than a year then. For a second there I thought-”

“Of 2022,” you interrupted. Man, if earlier was chaotic, this new confession was fucking bedlam. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, except Josh, who had stayed silent and kept his eyes locked on you throughout this entire exchange. 

“Alright, alright, yes I get it. It’s insane, I know. It is what it is, I guess. But as much as I’d love to continue sharing about my travesty of a sex life, I desperately need another drink. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” Everyone started listing their drink of choice, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all, until Josh spoke for the first time since your revelation.

“I’ll just come with you, seems like everybody needs something right now. You’re gonna need help carrying everyone’s shit.” You smiled at him, silently thanking him, but he didn’t say a word- he just followed closely behind you to the kitchen. You immediately went into bartender mode, making everyone’s drinks to bring back to the living room, but Josh stood still watching you from the entryway of the kitchen- still not talking.

“Hey, Josh, you mind helping me make a couple drinks real quick? I need some help over here,” you chuckled, but stopped when you noticed he wasn’t responding and turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you not getting your needs met? You know I would’ve helped you out, ma,” Josh asked, closing the distance between you two.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning back to finish making everyone’s drinks. “Helped me? What does that even mean? Look, I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, so can we put this convo on the back burner until the night is over with? Good, now help me carry these drinks back to the living room, would you?” You sighed, grabbing a few cups before brushing past him to head back to the group- leaving Josh alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

After a couple more games and a few more drinks, it was time for everyone to head out for the night. You rode to Joe’s house with Josh, who you hadn’t talked to since the conversation earlier in the kitchen. You were crashing there for the night, 1. Because you knew you’d have a drink too many and wouldn’t be able to drive, and 2. Because staying over at each others’ houses was a common occurrence nowadays. You both said your goodbyes to the group and headed back to his place. The car ride was silent, neither of you talking to the other and only the low hum of whatever songs were on Josh’s playlist. You stared out of the window the whole car ride, watching the blur of the city lights pass by and replaying you two’s conversation in your head over and over. What did he mean by, “I would’ve helped you out?” How would he have helped you?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the car pulling into Josh’s driveway and being put in park. Josh got out quickly, while you sat for a second to let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, here goes nothing.

You got inside and went to take your jacket and shoes off, barely getting yourself situated before Josh spoke.

“So, are you ready to talk about it now or are you just not gonna address it?” Sigh, here we go.

“What is there to address, huh? All I did was tell the truth, I haven’t had a guy go down on me before. I don’t really understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you should’ve told me about this a long time ago,” Josh replied, “If you had told me I could’ve done something about it.”

“Done something about it? How, Josh? What could you have possibly done about it? It doesn’t even matter and honestly, I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t act stupid. You know damn well if I had known about it I would’ve offered to be your ‘first’.” Sorry, what? You blinked hard, trying to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shit, as far as I’m concerned, offer’s still on the table,” his voice lowered, making slow strides towards you and backing you into the door, “What kind of ‘best friend’ would I be if I didn’t make sure you were taken care of, hmm?”

You shivered at his words, feeling the lust that was oozing from his words engulf the space between the two of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined Josh like this before. Hell, he’s who you think about when you’re touching yourself at night. Sure, he was attractive, but lately you’d developed feelings for the man. You craved him in more ways than one, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually end up in this position- trapped between him and the door while he dragged his fingers along your sides, trailing further and further down…

“So, what’s it gonna be,” he paused, his hand finally reaching your core and rubbing you through your leggings you were wearing. He groaned, feeling your wetness that had soaked through now pooling on his fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Imma eat this pussy in every room of the house mamas, make you cum in every one of ‘em too. All you gotta do is say the word.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. The sultriness in his voice had you ready to completely give yourself to him. You had completely soaked through your leggings at this point, and were convinced if they weren’t so restricting you’d be dripping wet for him. You had a choice to make: let him take you right here and raise some question marks surrounding your friendship, or decline his offer and leave yourself hot and bothered? Lucky for you, your voice made the decision before your mind did.

“Please, Josh, please.”

That was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours; desperately but passionate, lovingly yet intense. Your tongues battled for dominance while the two of you hastily removed any article of clothing separating you, craving to feel the warmth of each others’ skin with nothing in the way. Both of you were now left in just your undergarments, relentlessly kissing each other like your lives depended on it. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving trails of hickies in their wake. You moaned his name and fisted his hair with each one he created, trembling with every graze of his teeth or lick of his tongue.

“You… have no idea… how long… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered in between each bruise he made. Your head was thrown back against the wooden door, relishing every moment.

“Me too,” you breathed out, and it was the truth. You had only recently come to terms with seeing him as more than your best friend, but deep down you knew your feelings had begun months prior. He was all you ever thought about, and here you were, melting underneath him as he ensured not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips. 

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs and by pure instinct you jumped into his arms, holding you tightly as he carried you to your first stop: the kitchen. Josh laid you down on the island countertop, goosebumps erupting all over as the cold surface touched your skin. You arched your back for him to remove your bra, and once removed, he placed a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down to your sternum, then your stomach, and finally your hips, where the band of your thong rested. Looking up at you, his teeth grazed the soft skin before latching onto the waistband of your thong, before sliding it down your legs. His hands slowly traveled up your calves and to your thighs, spreading them apart to give him a look at what he’s been craving since earlier this evening.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hummed, “And all mine too. Look at how wet you are for me already, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me all this time, ma.” And with that he lowers his head and licks between your aching folds, your eyes widening and rolling to the back of your head the moment his mouth makes contact. He hungrily attacks your folds as your fingers weave themselves into his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. The moans coming from your mouth are uncontrollable, repeating his name over and over as you fall further into oblivion. 

“Tastes so sweet, baby girl, could eat you for every meal.” His words vibrate through your core and your pussy flutters. You inadvertently buck your hips but his arm stops you, holding you down so you can take everything he’s giving you right now. His mouth wraps around your clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud and you arch your back at the touch- feeling a familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach and quickly reaching its peak. “F-fuckk, Josh, feels so good. I’m gonna-”

“Let it out, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your body into a state you had never experienced before. You were writhing underneath him, holding onto his hair for dear life as your eyes roll into your skull and your back arches off the countertop. Strings of profanities and pants of his name cross your lips, lost in the flood of pleasure stemming from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. You finally begin to take control of your breathing again, attempting to slow it as your body gives out and lies limp on the marble, completely wiped out. Josh lifts his head to reveal himself, mouth and beard dripping in your wetness. He smiles softly at you, proud that he was the first to eat your pussy and proud that he was able to make you completely fall apart for him. He leans up to you and gives a soft kiss to your lips, before lifting your body from the countertop and carrying you once again. “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I said I was gonna eat you in every room of this house tonight, and you know I don’t break my promises.”

“Ohh f-fuckk! J-Josh, I- I can’t, I’m-”

“Yes you can, mamas, gimme another one. You can do it, princess.” You were now on your 5th orgasm of the night. Josh had kept his promise alright, making you cum in the kitchen, living room, his office, master bathroom, and now his bedroom. You’d think after that many times a man would be exhausted, but with every time he had made you cum he had gained more energy. It’s like making you cum was his food source, and it was driving him to keep going. Once again you came hard from his mouth and tongue, vision turning white and seeing stars as you hit your orgasm. You were for sure tired, but one thought kept you going: you wanted his cock. Bad. 

“B-baby,” you panted, still coming down from your last orgasm, “Please… I want you. Fuck me, please.”

“You just came on my face 5 times, and now you want my dick? Fuck baby, you sure you can take it?” “Fuckk yes, Josh, just please… I need it, baby. I can handle one more.”

Josh takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, passionately kissing your lips as he pumps his cock and rubs his tip up and down your sensitive pussy, making you whimper into the kiss. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, baby girl. Imma take good care of you, I promise. You ready for me, baby?”

You nod, staring into his eyes as he slowly enters you. You cry out as his cock fully fills your pussy, already close to cumming again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight. Taking me so well,” he hisses, slowly thrusting inside of you. He wraps your legs around his waist and peppers kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, whispering praises to you as he slowly pumps in and out of you. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling you’re close, making him moan loudly in response. “Shitt, do that again, mamas. Squeeze my shit just like that, gonna make me fuck you full of my cum, baby.” You dig your nails into his shoulders and moan in response, “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want Daddy to fill you up ‘til you’re dripping my cum? Want me to cum deep, don’t you baby?”

“F-fuck… oh my god… please, Daddy. Want your cum in me so fuckin’ bad… s-shitt, Josh, I’m so-”

“Go ahead and soak this dick, pretty girl. I’m there too, baby. Cum for me.”Any energy you had saved was completely wiped out, coming undone again for him as he buried his face in your neck and pumped you full of his cum. Both of your moans echoed in his room, engulfing you two as you fell apart together. Josh collapses on the bed next to you, you both breathing heavily, and silent. Nothing needed to be said, as you nestled into his side and drifted to sleep with only one thought on your mind: Never have I ever… well now I have… and more.