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CLEEOOOOO WITH ANOTHER BANGER👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

spooky scary skeletons | jey u.

gif from @punksrhea <3

parings: jey uso x black! reader

smut 18+ | innocence kink.

ᯓᡣ𐭩: a halloween party sends jey into an uproar.

yes ik it’s july…BUT, in honor of my new glasses coming in…here’s halloween in the summer.

the liquor nearly wasted on jey's lap when you walked in. he couldn't tell if we was the glasses or that short...short fuckin' mini skirt. or the orange stockings and garter belt on your thigh.

he blinked hard, thinkin' maybe his eyes was playin' tricks on him. but nah, it was really you, standin' there in that whole velma dinkley getup from them scooby doo cartoons his little cousins used to watch. them thick-framed glasses sittin' all cute on your nose, makin' your eyes look bigger than usual.

"what the hell…" he mumbled, his mouth suddenly dry as the mojave.

it'd been what? three months since the draft split y'all up? three months of facetime calls that ain't never enough, three months of him fallin' asleep with his phone on his chest, hopin' you'd call.

"surprise," you said, twirlin' around so the pleated skirt flared out, givin' him a glimpse of what might be underneath. "thought i'd crash the halloween party."

jey set his drink down before he could spill it for real. his hands was shakin' too much to trust himself.

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, realizing too late he'd let some of his drink escape. the party around him faded to background noise—just colors and sounds that didn't matter. not when you were standing there looking like every fantasy he'd ever had.

"they ain't tell me you was comin'," he said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be. "smackdown let you off the hook?"

you shrugged, adjustin' them glasses in a way that made his heart do stupid shit in his chest. "i might've called in a favor or two. wanted to see my favorite uso."

the way you said "uso" with that little innocent smile—like you ain't know exactly what you was doin' to him—had jey grippin' the edge of the table. you was always playin' this game, actin' all sweet and naive when he knew damn well you understood the effect you had.

"c'mere," he finally managed, pushin' out the chair next to him with his foot. "lemme get a proper look at you."

the party around them faded into background noise as you walked toward him, them orange stockings makin' your legs look like they went on for days.

jey swallowed hard, watching as you slid into the seat beside him. your perfume hit him like a right hook, something sweet and warm that made his head spin a little.

"how's raw treatin' you?" you asked, leanin' forward on your elbows, innocent as ever while jey tried his hardest not to stare at the nipple piercings poking through your cropped orange polo shirt.

"s'aight," he shrugged, reaching for his drink to give his hands something to do. "solo run is different, y'know? jimmy got his own shit and roman doin' his own thing." he took a sip, the alcohol burning less than the way your knee accidentally brushed against his under the table. "ratings been good though. creative finally lettin' me cook."

you nodded, that little smile playing at your lips. "i saw your match last monday. that splash from the top rope? had the whole locker room screaming."

jey felt his chest puff up a little at that, couldn't help it. "yeah? you watchin' me, ma?"

"always," you said, then quickly added, "gotta keep tabs on the competition, right?"

that was how it always went between y'all. this dance of almost-something, never quite crossing the line. three years of backstage run-ins, shared car rides, late night diner stops after shows. three years of him wanting more but never making a move 'cause something about you seemed too… pure. too good for what the road had to offer.

"how 'bout smackdown? they treatin' my girl right?" he asked, immediately regretting the "my girl" slip. but you didn't seem to notice, or at least pretended not to.

"storyline with charlotte is picking up. might get a title shot at the next pay-per-view," you said, eyes bright behind those glasses. "women's division is stacked right now though."

"you deserve that shot," jey said, meaning it. he'd seen how hard you worked, staying late at every arena, putting in extra hours at the performance center. "ain't nobody got that in-ring psychology like you."

you ducked your head, that little blush creeping up your neck the way it always did when he complimented you. "thanks, jey. means a lot coming from you."

the party bumped around them, superstars in various states of costume and drunkenness. someone had cranked up the music, and the bass thumped through the floor.

you shifted in your seat, subtly arching your back just enough that your ass pushed out a little more against that tight skirt.

jey's throat went dry as he watched you reach for your polo, fingers toying with another button before popping it open. the movement exposed more of your chest, the swell of your breasts now barely contained. he tried to look away, tried to be respectful, but his eyes kept wandering back.

you were pretending not to notice, looking around the party like you hadn't just deliberately given him a better view. like this was all innocent. but jey knew better. three years of this game had taught him your tells.

"think i need somethin' stronger than this," you said, gesturing to the half-empty drinks on the table. "shots?"

"shots," jey agreed, maybe too quickly. anything to break this tension, to give his hands something to do besides reach for you.

you flagged down a server, ordering tequila for both of you. jey watched the way you leaned forward, the way your skirt rode up just a little higher on your thighs. he shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly.

"so," you said, turning back to him with that same innocent smile. "how's solo life? must be nice having your own hotel room for once."

the mention of hotel rooms sent jey's mind places it shouldn't go. images of you sprawled across his bed, glasses crooked, orange stockings still on…

"it's quiet," he managed. "too quiet sometimes, y'know? used to jimmy's snoring."

the shots arrived, and you picked one up, holding it between delicate fingers. "to reunions," you said, lifting it toward him.

jey clinked his glass against yours. "to reunions."

you licked the salt off your hand, knocked back the shot, and bit into the lime wedge without breaking eye contact.

"another?" you asked, already signaling for more.

"you tryna get me drunk, velma?" he teased, but his heart was hammering. the space between y'all seemed to be shrinking with each passing minute.

"i thought we were having fun tonight?" you replied, with a small smile on your face and a tilt of your head

the server brought another round, and jey knocked his back immediately, needing the liquid courage.

the tequila shot hit jey's system like a match to gasoline, warming him from inside out. three shots in and he was feeling loose, watching you lick salt off your hand for the third time. this whole night felt like a fever dream—you showing up outta nowhere in that costume that was doing criminal things to his imagination.

jey wasn't stupid. he knew what was happening between y'all. this wasn't some high school crush shit. this was pure, primal want. you looked good—too damn good—and you knew it. the way you kept "accidentally" brushing against him, the way you kept playing with them glasses, pushing them up your nose with one finger. innocent movements that somehow felt like the furthest thing from innocent.

"you hot?" you asked, fanning yourself with one hand. "feels like they turned the heat up in here."

jey nodded, not trusting himself to speak. he was hot alright, but it had nothing to do with the room temperature.

the dj switched tracks and the unmistakable beat of megan thee stallion filled the room. your eyes lit up behind them glasses, and before jey could process what was happening, your hand was on his wrist.

"come dance with me," you said, tugging him up from his chair. "i love this song."

jey let himself be pulled toward the dance floor, his heart pounding in his ears louder than the bass. you looked back at him over your shoulder, that same innocent smile that drove him crazy.

"i ain't much of a dan—" he started, but the words died in his throat as you positioned yourself in front of him, back to his chest.

without warning, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip, pressing back against him as the beat dropped. jey's brain short-circuited as you threw it back, your ass grinding against him in a way that left nothing to the imagination.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath as your skirt rode up, giving him a clear view of the orange thong that matched your stockings. the thin strip of fabric disappeared between your cheeks, and jey felt his self-control slipping away like sand through fingers.

you looked back at him again, eyes wide behind them glasses like you wasn't just throwing that ass in a circle on him.

you straightened up slightly, grinding slow against him while looking back with that same innocent smile. "am i doing it right?" you giggled before twisting your hips in a slow circle

jey's hand tightened on your hip, pulling you closer against him. he was hard now, no way to hide it with how close you were dancing. but you didn't pull away—if anything, you pressed back harder, your movements matching the dirty lyrics pumping through the speakers.

you rolled your hips back against him, the movement sending sparks up your spine as the beat pulsed through the dance floor. each drop of the bass had you pushing back harder, your ass grinding against his obvious hardness. jey's fingers dug deeper into your hips, his eyes dazed by the sight of your ass jiggling and smacking in against his lap.

without warning, his hands slid lower, rough fingertips tracing the exposed skin between your stockings and the hem of your skirt. your breath caught as his touch moved inward, finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. his fingers tensed, hesitating at the edge of your skirt, but you pressed them further, letting him feel the heat between your legs through the thin fabric of your thong. the contact made you bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle the sound threatening to escape.

the tequila was definitely hitting now, warming your blood and loosening your inhibitions. combined with the pregame drinks you'd shared with jaida before heading over—those vodka sodas that had you all giggling in the hotel room while getting ready—you were feeling deliciously dizzy.

jey's fingers traced higher, just barely grazing the edge of your thong. the sensation sent a shiver through you, making your movements falter for just a second before you found the rhythm again.

"damn, mama," he whispered against your ear, his voice deeper than you'd ever heard it.

suddenly, you straightened up, smoothing down your skirt as if nothing had happened. you turned to face him, adjusting your glasses with one finger, the picture of innocence.

"i need to freshen up," you said with a small, demure smile, batting your eyelashes behind your frames. "bathroom break. don't go anywhere, okay?"

jey stood there looking dazed, his hands resting on your ass. you could see the outline of his hardness straining against his pants, and a small thrill ran through you knowing you'd done that to him.

"yo…yo, you serious right now?" he asked, voice rough with need. "you can't just—"

"i'll be right back," you promised, standing on tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "save my spot?"

you turned and walked away before he could respond, making sure to put an extra sway in your hips, feeling his eyes burning into your back as you disappeared into the crowd.

the music from the party became a dull thud as the bathroom door swung shut behind you. the harsh led lights made you blink for a moment before your eyes adjusted. thankfully, you had the place to yourself—perfect for what you needed.

you stepped up to the mirror, catching sight of your flushed face and slightly disheveled hair. a laugh bubbled up from your chest as you took in your appearance—glasses slightly askew, lipstick a little smudged, and that hungry look in your eyes that couldn't be hidden.

"perfect," you whispered to your reflection, running fingers through your hair to give a more wild curled look. you adjusted your glasses, making sure they sat perfectly on your nose—that innocent librarian look that drove him crazy.

your fingers moved to your orange polo, unbuttoning one more button at the top. you pulled the fabric taut against your chest, making sure the outline of your nipple piercings pressed visibly against the thin material. the metal bars beneath the fabric sent a little shiver through you as you adjusted them to be more prominent.

the bathroom counter felt cool against your palms as you leaned forward, examining your handiwork. the combination of the low-cut top, the mini skirt, and those orange stockings was doing exactly what you'd hoped. jey's reaction on the dance floor had confirmed it—the way his hands had gripped your hips, the hardness you'd felt pressing against you.

three years of dancing around each other, of lingering touches that went nowhere, of late-night texts that stopped just short of crossing the line. three years of watching him flirt with you then back away like you were too pure to corrupt.

not tonight.

"tonight, i'm getting what i want," you murmured, applying another coat of lip gloss. the slight shine made your lips look fuller, more kissable. "i give him one hour, tops. before he's begging."

you straightened up, practicing your innocent smile once more—the one that made you look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth while you plotted the filthiest things imaginable. the contrast between your appearance and your intentions sent another thrill through you.

a final check—skirt hitched up just enough to show the tops of your stockings, polo tight enough to emphasize your curves, hair tousled in that way that suggested someone had already been running their hands through it.

you took a deep breath, ready to make your move. as you reached for the door handle, it suddenly flew inward, catching you off guard. jey stood there, his broad frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with something that made your heart skip. before you could say a word, he stepped forward, pushing you back into the bathroom and kicking the door shut behind him.

"jey? what are you—" you started, widening your eyes in that innocent way you'd perfected. your hands fluttered nervously at your sides as you backed up against the sink.

"don't play with me," he growled, voice rough as he locked the door with a decisive click. "you know exactly what you been doin' all night."

you tilted your head, adjusting your glasses with one finger. "i don't know what you mean," you whispered, the lie tasting sweet on your tongue as you hopped up onto the sink counter in one fluid motion.

jey's eyes narrowed, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. "three years," he said, stepping closer. "three years of you doin' this shit."

you leaned back slightly, letting your knees fall open. the pleated skirt rode up your thighs, revealing more of the orange stockings and the garter belt holding them up. with deliberate slowness, you spread your legs wider, watching his expression change as he caught sight of your thong—the thin orange string barely visible between your swollen lips, the fabric darkened with your wetness.

"oh," you breathed out, as if just realizing your position. "is this too much?" you asked, voice dripping with fake concern while your fingers played with the hem of your skirt, lifting it higher.

jey's adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked between your legs. "you soaked through em," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "this what you been hidin' under that skirt all night?"

you bit your lower lip, blinking up at him through your lashes. "i didn't think anyone would notice," you said softly, shifting your hips forward until you were perched right on the edge of the sink. the movement caused the thin string of your thong to disappear further between your folds.

"fuck," jey breathed, moving closer until he stood between your spread legs. his large hands came to rest on your thighs, just above the stockings. the heat of his palms burned through your skin. "you know what you doin' to me, mama? you know how hard it's been keepin' my hands off you?"

you shook your head, maintaining that wide-eyed expression even as you reached for his wrist, guiding his hand higher up your thigh. "i'm just being friendly," you asked. "isn't that what friends do, jey?"

jey's laugh was dark, disbelieving. his fingers tightened on your thighs as they slid under your skirt. his thumb brushed against the soaked fabric of your thong, making you gasp despite yourself.

"just bein' friendly, huh?" he asked, voice rough as his thumb circled your clothed clit, feeling how wet you were through the thin material. "this how you greet all yo lil friends?"

your thighs trembled as he applied more pressure, the rough pad of his thumb sending sparks through your body. you fought to maintain your character, but your breathing was becoming ragged.

"i—i don't know what you mean," you whispered, your voice catching as he hooked one finger under the string of your thong, pulling it aside to expose you fully to him. the cool air of the bathroom hit your wet center, making you shiver.

jey's eyes darkened as he looked down at you, spread open on the bathroom counter. "so fuckin' pretty," he muttered, his finger tracing your entrance without pushing in.

"you been teasin' me for years with this innocent act. makin' me think i was the dirty one for wantin' you."

you blinked up at him, adjusting your glasses again. "is that what you think i'm doing?" you asked softly, even as you pushed your hips forward, seeking more contact with his fingers.

"i think," jey said, finally sliding one thick finger inside you, making you gasp, "that you ain't nearly as innocent as you pretend to be."

a whimper escaped your lips as his finger curled inside you, finding that spot that made your toes curl inside your mary janes. your pussy clenched around him, already leaking down his knuckles as he worked you open.

"j-jey," you gasped, your voice high and breathy. the sound echoed off the bathroom tiles, mixing with the wet sounds of his finger moving in and out of your dripping heat.

"damn, you wet as fuck, mama." he growled, adding a second thick finger alongside the first, stretching you in the most delicious way. "this pussy cryin' for me."

the stretch burned in the best way, your walls fluttering around the intrusion as you tried to adjust to his size. even just his fingers were bigger than anything you'd had inside you before, and the knowledge that this was just the beginning had your heart racing.

you couldn't help the desperate little mewls that fell from your lips as he pumped his fingers deeper, your slick coating his hand and dripping onto the counter beneath you. each thrust of his fingers made a obscene squelching sound that should've embarrassed you, but only turned you on more.

"how many times?" jey asked, his voice rough as he scissored his fingers inside you. "how many times you played this little innocent act to get fucked, huh? all them sweet smiles and big eyes behind these glasses. bet you do this shit all the time."

you couldn't answer, too lost in the sensation of his thick fingers stretching you open. your head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud, a long, broken moan tearing from your throat as he pressed against your g-spot.

"god, please," you whimpered, abandoning all pretense as your hips began to move of their own accord, fucking yourself on his fingers. your glasses slipped down your nose as you writhed, chasing the pleasure his fingers were giving you.

"that's it," jey encouraged, his free hand gripping your hip to steady you as you rode his fingers. "look at you, fuckin' yourself on my hand like you been needin' this. all that innocent shit? nah, you a freak, baby girl."

your pussy clenched tighter around his fingers at his words, more wetness gushing out around them. the counter beneath you was slick with your arousal now, the evidence of how badly you wanted him impossible to hide.

"only for you," you managed to gasp out between moans, your hips working faster. "only ever wanted you to see me like this."

jey's eyes darkened at your confession, his fingers curling more deliberately inside you. "yeah? this pussy been waitin' for me all this time?"

"y—yes," you stuttered, not bothering to hide the desperation in your voice anymore. "t—three years, jey. three fucking years of wanting you to see through it."

a growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his lips finally capturing yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. his tongue pushed past your lips, claiming your mouth the way his fingers were claiming your pussy. you moaned into the kiss, your hands flying up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.

jey tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, the gentle scrape making her gasp into his mouth. he sucked the plump flesh between his lips, savoring the sweet taste of her lip gloss mixed with tequila. her glasses had fogged up from their heavy breathing and the heat between the two of them, sliding down her nose as she writhed against his hand.

"can't even see me, can you?" he chuckled, his thumb brushing your cheek as he carefully pushed your glasses back up your nose. the world came back into focus—jey's face inches from yours, his eyes dark with want, lips slightly swollen from kissing you.

she was close—so close—her thighs trembling against his hips, pussy clenching rhythmically around his thick fingers. just a few more strokes and she'd fall apart. but then, without warning, jey slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving her empty and aching.

"wha—why did you stop?" she whimpered, hips chasing his hand.

jey stepped back slightly, bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan that made her clench around nothing. "damn, girl. you taste sweet as fuck."

the bathroom lights shifted from blue to purple to pink, casting different colored shadows across their bodies. the changing leds made everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if they were suspended in some alternate reality where the outside world couldn't touch them.

"show me them piercings," he demanded suddenly, eyes dropping to your chest where your nipples were visibly hard beneath your polo. "been drivin' me crazy all night, seein' them through your shirt."

heat rushed to your face at his words. you hadn't realized he'd noticed them. a sinister smile adorned your face and with trembling fingers, you reached for the hem of your polo and push-up bra, pulling both up in one swift motion to expose your breasts.

the orange pumpkin barbells glinted in the changing light as it shifted from purple to a deep red.

"fuck," jey breathed, his eyes fixed on your exposed chest. "pretty ass nipples."

his large hands cupped your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive piercings. the touch sent electricity down your spine, making you arch into his hands.

without warning, jey leaned down and took one pierced nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking the metal bar before his teeth gently closed around it. he tugged slightly, the sensation making you hiss as pleasure-pain shot through you.

"jey," you moaned, your head falling back against the mirror as he alternated between them, giving each equal attention. the gentle suction followed by the sharp bite of his teeth had you trembling, your thighs spreading wider as if begging for more.

he tugged at one piercing with his teeth, harder this time, the sweet sting making your back arch off the mirror. your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for something to fill it.

"pretty ass," he growled against your skin, his hand squeezing the nipple his mouth wasn't attending to. "should've shown me these piercings years ago."

with one final harsh tug that had you crying out, he released your nipple and surged upward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth with the same thoroughness he'd shown your breasts. your glasses fogged up instantly from the heat between you, the world going blurry as you surrendered to the sensation.

before you could catch your breath, jey's strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you off the counter with ease. he spun you around, bending you over the sink so quickly you had to brace yourself against the sink. the coolness pressed against your heated skin as you looked up, catching a glimpse of your reflection—flushed cheeks, fogged glasses, lips swollen from his kisses.

"jey, what are you—" you started, but your words dissolved into a gasp as you felt him drop to his knees behind you. his rough hands pushed your skirt up, bunching it around your waist to fully expose your ass and the thin orange thong that barely covered you.

"fuck, look at this shit. all wet for me." he growled, his large hands spreading your cheeks apart. you felt him hook a finger under the string of your thong, pulling it to the side to expose your dripping center to his hungry gaze.

you whimpered, pushing your ass back, silently begging for more. the first swipe of his tongue had your knees buckling, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. jey's strong grip on your hips kept you in place as he licked a long stripe from your clit all the way to your entrance.

"oh my god," you cried out, your fingers curling against the sink counter. the sensation of his hot tongue against your sensitive flesh was almost too much to bear. "jey, please!"

his tongue flattened against your entrance, gathering your wetness before plunging inside. the muscle was thick and strong as it pushed past your tight ring, exploring your walls with deliberate strokes. your legs trembled as he tongue-fucked you, his face buried between your cheeks, nose pressing against your ass while he worked his tongue deeper

"oh f-fuck," you whimpered, pushing back against his face. your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind.

he growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. his tongue curled inside you, lapping at your walls, tasting every inch he could reach. the wet sounds of his mouth working against your dripping center echoed off the bathroom tiles—obscene slurping noises that should've embarrassed you but only turned you on more.

"jey, please," you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. "please, i can't—"

your glasses slipped down your nose as you looked at your reflection, watching yourself come undone as jey ate you from behind. he groaned, briefly pulling back only to spit directly onto your entrance before diving back in.

the action made your pussy clench around nothing, a fresh wave of arousal coating his chin. "you like that nasty shit right, mama?"

your only response was a broken moan as his tongue thrust back inside you, fucking in and out at a relentless pace. his hands gripped your ass cheeks, spreading them wider so he could get even deeper. the position left you completely exposed, your thong still pulled to the side, the cool bathroom air hitting your wet skin wherever his mouth wasn't.

jey's tongue retreated, only to be replaced by two thick fingers plunging into your soaked entrance. you cried out at the sudden stretch, your walls clenching around the intrusion. your stockings were stained with your own arousal now, dark patches forming where your juices had run down your legs.

"look at that," he stood tall, scissoring his fingers inside you while his tongue lapped at your clit. "playin' games all night and shit. you been needin' this bad, huh?"

"oh fuck, oh fuck," you chanted, your hips working back against his face of their own accord. "jey, i'm gonna—"

"no you ain't," jey growled, suddenly pulling his fingers out. before you could protest the loss, you heard the unmistakable sound of his belt buckle jangling, followed by his zipper sliding down. "been teasin' me all night with that innocent shit. now you gonna stay right here and take this dick, like i know you can."

you felt something hot and thick press against your entrance, so much bigger than his fingers had been. your breath caught in your throat as you felt the broad, blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaked folds.

"jey, wait—" you started, suddenly nervous at the size you felt pressing against you. but jey was done waiting.

in one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, stretching her walls beyond anything she'd ever felt before. the sudden intrusion tore a broken cry from her throat, loud enough to be heard over the muffled music outside.

jey's hand shot forward, clamping over her mouth as he leaned over her back. "shhh," he hissed in her ear. "whole damn roster out there. you want 'em all knowin' i'm in here stretchin' you out? hm?"

his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling her moans as he started to move. his other hand gripped her ass cheek, spreading her open so he could watch his thick shaft disappear inside her with each thrust.

your pussy fluttered around his length, adjusting to his size as he held himself still inside you. he pulled back slowly until just the tip remained inside, then slammed forward again, burying himself deeper this time. your muffled cry vibrated against his palm as he began to establish a rhythm, each thrust forcing him deeper until he was fully seated inside you, his balls slapping against your clit.

"shit, girl," he groaned, his hips picking up speed. "grippin' me like you tryna milk it or sum."

her knees buckled as he hit a spot deep inside that made stars explode behind her eyelids. only jey's strong grip on her hip kept her upright as he pounded into her from behind. each thrust pushed her against the cold sink, her nipples dragging against the marble counter through her bunched-up polo. his hand spreading your open moved, giving you a few harsh smacks against your ass.

"look at you," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "takin' this dick so good. where all that innocent shit now, huh?"

you couldn't answer, could only moan against his hand as he fucked into you with powerful strokes. your knees buckled with a particularly deep thrust, but jey's strong arm around your waist kept you upright, impaled on his cock.

"nah, don't be fallin' now," he grunted, adjusting his stance to thrust up into you at a new angle that had your eyes rolling back in your head. "look straight ahead, mama. want you to see yourself gettin' fucked."

you forced your eyes open, meeting your own gaze in the mirror. the sight was filthy and perfect—your glasses crooked, your orange polo pushed up over your breasts, your skirt bunched around your waist while jey pounded into you from behind.

the sight of yourself in the mirror—so wrecked, so desperate—sent another wave of arousal flooding through you. your pussy clenched around jey's thick length, walls fluttering as he drove into you with relentless force.

the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bathroom, mixing with your whimpers and jey's deep grunts. your juices had soaked through the garter belt now, running down to pool at your knees. the velma costume that had started this whole thing was completely ruined—your polo bunched up around your armpits, your skirt hiked to your waist, orange stockings stained dark with your arousal.

"look how wet you are for me," he groaned, one hand reaching around to spread your folds wider, exposing your swollen clit to the cool bathroom air. "drippin' all over the damn floor."

your inner muscles rippled along his length, massaging him from base to tip as he drove into you. you made sure to squeeze your pussy around him when he drove in. jey had never felt anything like it—the way your body seemed made for him, the way your walls pulsed and quivered, drawing him deeper with each thrust.

jey reached between your legs, gathering some of your slick on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth.

"taste yourself, mama." he commanded, pushing his fingers past your lips. "taste how sweet this pussy is for me." you moaned around his fingers, sucking them clean as he continued to pound into you from behind.

his fingers slipped from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them to your lips as he withdrew. you were close—so close—but the angle was starting to strain your back.

suddenly he was moving, lifting you away from the sink. his arm wrapped around your waist as he carried you the few steps to the toilet. with his free hand, he flipped down the lid and sat down, positioning you on his lap with your back against his chest

"c'mere," he commanded reaching to slap your ass again, his dick standing tall and glistening with your juices. "want you t'ride me. face that way."

his hands gripped your waist, helping guide you down onto his length. the new position had you sinking deeper than before, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.

"fuck," you gasped as he bottomed out inside you, the new angle hitting spots that made your vision blur behind your fogged-up glasses.

jey's thick thighs tensed beneath you as he started to bounce his legs, the motion causing you to rise and fall on his cock without having to move yourself. his hands kept you steady as he controlled the pace, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand snaked around to find your clit.

"oh god," you cried out as he reached around, his fingers finding your swollen clit. he rubbed slow circles against the sensitive bud while you bounced on his lap, your pussy stretching around his thickness with each movement.

"that's it, mama," he growled against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "take this dick."

his free hand moved up to your chest, finding the pumpkin barbells that adorned your nipples. he tugged at one piercing, the slight pain mixing with pleasure and sending jolts straight to your core. your pussy clenched around him in response, drawing a deep groan from his chest.

his rough fingers worked your clit in tight circles while his other hand tugged at your nipple piercing, creating a perfect storm of sensation that had you teetering on the edge.

"j-jey, i'm gonna—" you gasped, your thighs starting to tremble uncontrollably.

"yeah, that's it," he growled against your ear, his hips snapping up to meet your downward movements. "cum all over this dick. show me how bad you been needin' it."

that was all it took. your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave, your entire body seizing as pleasure exploded from your core and radiated outward. your pussy clamped down on jey's cock, fluttering wildly around his thickness as waves of ecstasy pulsed through you.

"fuck, fuck, FUCK—" you started to scream, but jey's hand shot up, clamping firmly over your mouth as your cries grew louder. his palm pressed hard against your lips, muffling the sounds that would have surely alerted everyone at the party to what was happening in the bathroom

your pussy spasmed violently around him, muscles contracting and releasing in rapid pulses that seemed to grip and milk his cock with each wave. wetness gushed from you, soaking his lap and dripping down him as your release flooded out around his thickness.

your body went limp against his chest, but jey wasn't done with you. he gently lifted you off his dick, spinning her around to face him. before you could protest, he stood up, one hand tangled in your hair as he guided you to your knees in front of him.

"open up, mama" he commanded, his hand working his slick length. your lips parted obediently, tongue sticking out as you looked up at him through your glasses.

his strokes became faster, more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants. with a deep groan, he came, thick ropes of white painting your face. some landed on her outstretched tongue, but most splashed across your cheeks and glasses, crooked and clouded on your dazed face.

you blinked up at him, tongue still extended, cum dripping down your face onto your orange polo. jey's chest heaved as he looked down at you.

you swallowed what had landed on your tongue, the taste somehow perfect. your glasses were completely fogged now, streaked with his release, making everything look like a dream. the bathroom felt like it was spinning slightly, the colored lights continuing their slow cycle through the rainbow

jey reached for the paper towels, tearing off a few sheets. his touch was gentle as he cleaned your face, careful not to press too hard against your tender skin.

"shit is crazy," he laughed, his voice softer now, almost tender. "whole roster gone know what we been doin'."

you stayed on your knees, watching him through your ruined glasses as he cleaned you up. your legs felt too shaky to trust standing just yet. the velma costume was completely destroyed—polo stretched and wrinkled, skirt twisted around your waist, stockings run with tears from where his fingers had gripped too tight.

"my glasses," you whispered, reaching up to touch the frames that sat crooked on your nose.

jey carefully removed them, holding them under the faucet to rinse away the evidence. the water ran clear as he cleaned the lenses, his movements precise and caring. when he was satisfied, he gently placed them back on your face, adjusting them until they sat properly.

"there," he said, his thumb stroking your cheek, "think you can stand?" he asked, offering you his hands.

you nodded, though your legs still felt like jelly. his strong grip helped pull you to your feet, and you immediately had to grip the sink counter for support. your inner thighs were sticky with your own release, and you could feel the soreness already setting in from how thoroughly he'd stretched you and the smacks against your ass.

jey tucked himself back into his pants, buckling his belt with practiced ease. meanwhile, you tried to make yourself presentable—pulling your bra and polo back down, smoothing your skirt over your hips.

but there was no hiding what had happened. your hair was a mess, your lipstick completely gone, and that satisfied glow and smirk on your face was impossible to conceal.

you won.

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heyyyyy! here’s kinktober starting early 😭😭😭 but my new glasses came in, and i decided i wanted to be velma for halloween…so yea.

i took a small break. can’t lie. that chat gpt comment really got to me. and oddly enough, i’ve seen 4 more writers get the same accusation. interesting...

but ik im a great writer. and i have sm fun on here with yall. anyways. reblog, and comment! i love reading them <3 also my asks are back on! slide in!!

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I love when my mutuals write 🤭😝

an extra tip ft. jimmy uso

summary: jimmy's been out of town, but you're the one thing that keeps him coming back.

warnings: despite being a drabble, it is still 18+ for smut & language

pairing: jimmy uso x black bartender fem! reader

luvrs note: i luv new music so bad! got inspired off of some new stuff n i miss drabbling abt big jim so much (side note: i miss his grillz sooo bad — hence the gif!). We're still retired, btw.... also? thank u sm for 500+ followers?? that's insane.

inspo: ‘back of the club’ n ‘fxckin — interlude’ by kwn

The usual hum of a glass being filled for a customer was like a basketball being sunk into a basket. Crisp, precise, and smooth. Running the bar had its perks, from meeting familiar faces from your social media pages to occasionally running into famous big names, eager to sip on something new while commending you for your work.

At a point, you had developed a strong liking to a certain customer. And who could blame you? He was tall and intimidating with a soft presence. He had the prettiest brown eyes, an inviting smile that promised more than just good chat - Jimmy Uso was an addiction. He spent his cash during his visits in a calculated way, swiping the tip of his tongue against his thumb before flicking back thick green bills as an extra tip every time he visited.

And the tips were always generous.

You hadn't seen him in recent time, knowing how busy he was with traveling and his ventures. His prowess in wrestling drew you in like a moth to a flame, and it wasn't just him. His entire family was in the business, panning some of the greatest storylines in recent time. But anytime he was back in town, he always made a pit stop at your bar. The banter was almost always perfect, with him making you laugh for hours on end while he sipped on something strong, eyes getting heavy lidded when the bar lights softened around you like a full-body halo.

He couldn't lie to himself; he too was drawn in. Him, the moth and you, a burning flame - existing simply until he'd allow himself to cling to you beyond just lingering glances and warm hugs before seeing himself out.

It was a usual Friday night, busy with plenty of visitors wanting to drown their sorrows or celebrate a successful week. You wre busy wiping down the counter, relaying a couple of express orders to one of your coworkers, when the LED clock changed to 10pm. There were two hours left until closing, and somehow, Jimmy still hadn't shown up.

It wasn't like you were relying on him for comfort or anything - you enjoyed the conversations, revelled in the warmth ambiance he exuded, and went home with a smile every single night you saw him. The only issue was that as of late, he'd grown bolder over messages - sending voice notes crooning about how much he missed you. Not to mention, the onslaught of new nicknames he had for you - sometimes you'd avoid opening the messages to limit the chances of you folding.

By 10:40pm, you opted to take a break since you had been assigned the closing duties for the night. Right as you slip into the staff room, you hear his voice, intermingled with his brothers' voices. Hearing Jimmy's laugh made your legs buckle in the backroom, but you decided to shake it off - it wasn't like the two of you were meeting for the first time.

But somehow, it felt like you were.

"Where's she at, uce?," Jimmy muttered while pulling up a seat. His brothers were there to say their quick hellos, but they had a flight in the early hours and needed to get home.

Jimmy on the other hand, had four days off before he'd be back on the road. It only made sense that he would come home to

You.

By 11:15pm, your break was up. As you walked out of the staff room, Jimmy's eyes immediately locked onto your silhouette. A dark wash denim skirt, complete with fringes and tassels, a black tank that left a sliver of skin peeking out, and platform boots. It was a western themed night for the staff, and you'd put your own spin on it, knowing Jimmy would come through.

"Well, well, well," He whispered, loud enough that your head immediately snapped in his direction. "Look who finally decided she ain't gon' leave me on delivered no more."

You scoffed, grabbing one of the shot glasses from the rack and filling it up with a little Don Julio.

Enough to get the juices flowing, so to speak.

"You actin' like you weren't trying to fuck me through my phone, Jimmy. Talkin' slick when you aren't even in my city."

"Our city... don't start the evenin' sour, now."

He chuckled, throwing the shot back with ease. When you looked at him, you noticed he'd gotten even more muscular - tattoos peeking out of his black hoodie sleeves. You could see the lowered zipper showed off a black tank that hugged his torso just right, and when he smirked, the top rack of his pearly white smile nearly blinded you - courtesy of the gold grill that sat on his teeth.

"M'here now, though. That's what matters."

The time seemed to slow down, and you brushed him off, resuming your service to the last few customers before the bar shut down at 11:40pm. Each glass was served with a smile, a promise of a good drink laden in love and good fortune.

Jimmy kept himself occupied, scrolling his phone up until the last patron left. You’d already told the staff that he was staying back to take you home — and sure, he was. But being alone in the bar with him, curtains barricading the outside world from peeking into such an intimate setting; it sparked something much more complex.

It wasn’t until Jimmy heard the soft thud of a bottle on the counter, that he looked up. He couldn’t help but grip his phone a little tighter, taking in the sight of you. Dark curls of your braids framed your cheekbones, the unmistakable smear of gloss atop a cherry hued lip combo, and dark winged eyeliner peeked out behind your eyelashes. Your glasses sat securely atop your head as you grinned smugly at him.

“You had to stare at me for twenty seconds or something? Acting like you ain’t seen me on your timeline lately.” You teased, taking a sip of a margarita you’d saved for after hours.

“I miss yo’ voice, baby. A lot. Road’s been tough, y’know.”

His head tilts to the side, and you catch the partly red dyed curls in a second. Though slightly unfamiliar, you like the rugged upgrade. All a character work for wrestling, but it’s almost as if you were getting newly acquainted with an enigma by the name of Jimmy Uso.

“You’re still stealing plenty of hearts, m’sure. It can’t be that difficult.” You murmured, leaning over the counter to cup his cheek. “Too many girls been messaging me about you, as of late.”

“About what, exactly?”

You smirked, tracing a burgundy coloured nail across his lips, parting them. He'd already stood up, leaning close enough that he could smell the faint mix of citrus and jasmine on your skin. The physical barrier of a countertop wouldn't have stopped him from climbing over and going to town.

However, he had self control and knew better than to do that.

"They been tellin' me they miss seein' their 'big jim'...y'know... wondering how long its been since we got together since you ain't posted any photos recently." You murmured, pacing around until you stood across from him - a few feet away from his chair. He tugged you gently by your well-worn apron, enabling you to stand in between his jean-clad legs. "Someone asked if I fucked you, which is crazy. People think two friends can't stay friends and not go all the way."

"We haven't exactly gone that far, mama. Despite me wantin' to be in yo' skin and wake up to you every mornin... It ain't like that for us, only because I want you to tell me that's what you want." He mused, resting a hand on your waist. With the other hand, he held onto the Julio bottle and nodded at you to tilt back. "What we got right now though... it works.... it's for us."

This was the norm for you two - drink a little bit, book a safe drive home, and kiss each other goodnight.

But distance does make the heart grow fonder, doesn't it? Somehow in your case, it also made you a lot wetter.

As you swallowed the shot, the slight burn heats you up. Not just figuratively, but literally. The liquid courage stirred a desire in you - hot like white flame; it could only be quenched by him.

"It could be more." You whispered, loosening the low ponytail he'd worn, letting his red and black curls fall perfectly around his face.

He exhaled slowly, pulling you up onto the stool. The denim skirt hiked up against your thighs almost immediately, and Jimmy wasted little time in pulling you flush against his hips.

"S'that why you didn't answer me all this time?" He whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, letting the gold of his grill graze your skin. "You worried you were gonna fold like this, with nothin' to save you?"

"You ask too many questions."

"You don't speak up enough, baby. I know you're busy, workin' hard, piling up classes like crazy. When's the last time you let loose - let someone else be at yo' service, huh?"

The question probed an insane thought.

"You offering?"

He grinned almost immediately; like the Cheshire Cat himself had been challenged. He wordlessly nodded, wasting no time in booking an Uber to take you home.

"Consider it an extra tip."

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The minute you got inside your apartment, Jimmy's mouth found yours. Hot, needy, desperate in a way. His pretty pink lips kissed you with an intention unlike anything else you had experienced with him - and it scared you.

In the best way.

He pulled back momentarily, granting you a few moments of grace to breathe. Your chest rose and fell in succession, and your thighs clenched tightly beneath your denim skirt, hoping to conceal your arousal.

"You taste like trouble." You whispered, easing off your coat and hanging it up. He lingered against the wall, watching the sway in your hips as you moved towards the stairwell, beckoning him to follow you.

"M'trouble if you want me to be, mama. The good kind, of course." He teased back, following you to your bedroom.

Most times you would evade trouble - block it out, pretend it never existed.

But Jimmy - you could never deny a thing from him. Not when he'd offered to be of service to you for the night. When he'd shut the door and propped up your pillows, you knew you were in for the long haul.

A skilled man, Jimmy knew what made you squirm, and drinking Don Julio didn't help matters in the slightest. His hands, warm and soft, parted your thighs once you'd gotten comfortable on your bed. The sheen of your slick made his mouth water - gold grill coming into view when he'd seen the most subtle of clenches.

"She's empty, huh? Waitin' to be filled up, right?"

You nodded your head, bottom lip tucked prettily under your teeth. His tongue was a weapon in and of itself, and he lapped slowly at the front of your panties, a wet shlicking noise causing your toes to curl. It worsened when he tugged the denim skirt off completely, fully devouring you like you were custom made for him.

And somehow you were.

"Oh my God... J-Jimmyy..."

It's barely audible - like the prettiest trill wrapped in love for him and him only. The soft whines only encourage him, and when he murmurs a coy, "Gon' head, use me how you need to, ma.",

It's all the clarity you need.

In a matter of moments, he's groaning deep against your wet folds, savouring every bit of you that you're willing to offer - all for your pleasure. He wasn't worried; knowing him, he'd eat you out for hours on end, goading out one climax after the other, until he was drenched and you, dazed out.

And that's what he did.

He'd let you have the first two climaxes on your back, giving you time to recover in between. But he knew you craved more.

Knew you deserved more.

With a lazy roll onto your side, Jimmy's head tilted just right - enough for him to suckle the sweet pearl nestled between your folds. He tugged at it teasingly, the cool grill sending a jolt through your body. He was a messy eater, oblivious to the fact you were soaking his beard like a towel - inner thighs sticky with your essence and his spit.

It was nasty. But it was also needed.

"So fuckin' sweet, ma. Who needs Julio when I get all this...." He muttered greedily, sinking his teeth into the plush of your ass. Your eyes fluttered shut, signalling a fourth gush of arousal onto your comforter. "Such a pretty pussy, honey, hm?"

You couldn't even form words and opted simply to nod, glossy lips parted.

His hand held your quaking thighs in place, revelling in your sweet pleas for him not to stop. He didn't plan on it - he'd been gone too long for him to want to slow anything down.

At the sound of his belt buckle unclasping, you rolled lazily onto your side, a smirk on your lips. You knew he packed a punch, but not once did you ever act on the thought of wanting him to take you the way he wanted.

Not until now.

And besides, he'd offered for you to be in charge - for you to use him the way you wanted as a reward for your hospitality.

And to make up for lost time, of course.

"C'mere, mama." He whispered, and you didn't waste time, sinking to your knees, pretty brown eyes all soft and round. He cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing your lower lip as you looked up at him, eyes raking down his body until you found that thick, heavy bulge just aching to be let out.

"You gon' finally lemme taste you, baby?" You purred, and Jimmy took hold of your chin, tilting your gaze upwards.

He nodded, teeth bared and the softest whimper left his lips when you caught a hold of him; neatly trimmed, girth so thick you weren't sure he'd fit all the way in, and a tip fat enough to split you open if you pleased.

You kissed the base slowly, lips all featherlight and gentle — the sticky pink gloss leaving its residue all over his skin. His fingers tangled in your curls, guiding you as you lapped across his heavy length. Your eyes never left his, which in turn caused him to grunt under his breath.

"Mhmmm..., that's right ma." He groaned, and when you took his aroused tip into your mouth, he shuddered; it was as if he'd waited ages for you to savour him the way he ought to be tasted - and in the way you wanted to do so, as well.

Your soft mewls worsened when he rested deep in your throat, tears prickling at your eyes as your cheeks hollowed and you coasted along, back and forth - just the way he liked.

"You like this, don't you, baby?" You crooned between head bobs, earning a desperate nod of his head and the subtle flash of his topmost grill. Just as you reached his tip, he stopped you, just to catch his breath.

Or so it seemed.

"Open that pretty mouth, sweetheart." The plea was a soft growl, rich and deliberate - as if it had taken everything in him not to crumble beneath you. He eventually caught his breath when your lips parted, smirking for a split second. He spat - not aggressively, but sensually, onto his hard length, letting seep past your lips. Grinning eagerly, you sloppily carried on, suckling, teasing, nipping at him until he finally came.

"Fuck..."

Upon pulling back, he sat at the foot of your bed, eyes dark and heavy lidded. With a subtle nod of his head, you stood, pacing over to him confidently. He helped you settle your knees on either sides of his lap, before allowing you to sink down onto him. His teeth were gritted, whining slightly at how tight you were. Your eyes squeezed shut, pretty pearly white teeth caging your swollen bottom lip as you felt him split you open. You were only halfway down when you shuddered, eyes snapping open as his hands found your hips.

"S'deep, Jimmy..."

"Easy, mama. You stay squeezin' my shit - jus' breathe nice and slow, f'me."

And you did, following the pace at with his chest rose and fell, allowing him to finally bury himself into you to the hilt.

He was the perfect fit - stretching you open like an elastic band.

"Gon' head, take it." He crooned, watching your thighs and ass clap as you rode him, a slight flex in his chest when he looked up at you, flashing his gold encrusted grin like it was his lucky day. "Take that shit, ma."

"S'what you deserve, ain't it?"

It was.

You knew deep down that it was.

You eventually find a steady pace, nails digging into his taut, tattooed shoulders. With every second spent sinking down onto him, your stomach caves at how deep he gets. His eyes are wild - almost ravenous when you squeeze your wet walls around his thick length, eliciting a gutteral rumble from his chest.

"There.... s'right there, huh?" He smirked, palms smacking your ass, leaving you spent as you attempted to keep your pace. "How does it feel, huh?"

You can't even fathom a sentence. Not when he's constantly taunting you, and his hips begin to work, thrusting up into you - continuous plaps richocheting in your bedroom. It's almost insane to you that you'd resisted him for this long - simply waiting for the perfect moment.

A soft click of his tongue roused you out of your daze as he stared deep into your eyes, grunting under his breath as you sped up, hips rutting up into your cervix - it was clear his intent was to let you have free reign until your legs would give out.

“You love me?” He cooed, all up in your ear as he laid you back, not once pulling out as his pace transitioned from hard and sharp thrusts to soft, drawn out, and deep strokes. When he’d asked the question, you squeezed around his thick length, causing the both of you to sound off in unison.

“Jimmy…” It’s the softest exhale, but it’s enough to answer the question. He’d practically put you through the mattress all night — you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Didn’t love him.

He didn’t pry further — the sweet bliss etched on your face was more than enough. He’d spoiled you beyond understanding — even your body was beginning to give out a little more. With every thrust dished out, the fat tip of his dick found its way deep into your tummy, and he made sure you felt it all the more when he pressed lightly onto your stomach.

“ ‘s all up in my guts, baby.”

The villainous grin on his lips had your core dripping, coating him with your sweet essence; a sticky, sensual mess.

“Keep takin’ it…”

A muffled plea left your lips, something between a choked up sob of pleasure and a curse word or two. He was unraveling you, piece by piece.

“Let it out, baby girl. Gon’ head, aight?” He mumbled, leaning down to rub your sensitive pearl with his thumb, slow and gentle — and that was your undoing.

You erupted yet again, soaking the sheets and him simultaneously. As you hit that climax, he’d leaned onto you, hungry lips suckling your pert breasts, the coolness of the grillz in his mouth rendering you weak.

“You taste so sweet, ma. M’talkin’ all over…” He hummed, mouth greedy and unrelenting as he swapped over, lavishing the sensitive skin with spit and intermittent tugs from his teeth.

He kissed you while he stayed in your warmth, letting you suck his bottom lip for a brief moment before pulling back. His eyes were dark — almost hungry.

“Ass up… we ain’t done yet. I know you got one more in you, right?”

You smirked, nodding. With a slow roll over, he tugged you close by your ankles to the edge of the bed and settled behind you. He teased with just the tip, and you cried out softly, hands gripping the sheets like your life depended on it.

“Easy, sweetheart… actin' like 's the first time you takin' me.”

Technically it was, but at the same time, feeling him inside you felt too familiar.

Like home.

By the time he'd fully pushed in, your eyes fluttered shut and you fisted the duvet, relishing the feeling of him pounding deep, deep, deeeeeeeeeep - like there was no end in sight. His hair was wet, as was his skin, and when you looked back at him, jaw slightly ajar - you clenched around him. The sound he let out...

Gutteral.

"Keep 'em pretty eyes open, ma."

And you did, watching him sloppily rut into you. You never thought he'd split you open in such an obscene way, but he did, and now... you'd become addicted.

He fucked you like he'd be saying goodbye to you for another few weeks - which was the case, given his tour schedule. The snap of his hips, the hypersensitivity of your slickened core, and the arousal practically all-consuming had you sobbing out his name one more time.

"I hear you, mama. I feel it.... I do."

His voice was so warm - soft and velvety.

And when he spilled into you in tandem with your final climax, everything seemed to fall in place. He thrusted the sticky residue deep into you, for the sake of you not forgetting what he'd now made his.

The rest of the night was intimate, as he spent a good amount of time cleaning the both of you up. Your body was spent, but it was worth every second. He was quick to help you fix your bed, replacing the old sheets with new ones, and peppering kisses to your knuckles and cheeks when the two of you finally settled onto the couch.

"You good, Jimmy?" You finally quipped, voice slightly debauched but still sweet. "You ain't had to do all of this, you know."

He nods, eyes twinkling down at you.

"I'm fine... and I did have to do this. Ain't no more blurred lines between us anymore mama." He whispers, squeezing your shoulder tenderly.

"I'm home."

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Why is it you only support your " friends " work on here and not other accounts?

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what the fuck? i like and reblog the works i see on my dash when i see them all the time. am i suppose to go out there scrolling through tags to reblog works that way?

i'm fucking confused.

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It’s the way I’m debating about doing a Jacob or Jey fanfic…idk which one to go with help😭

#wwe #fanfic #wwe fandom #18+ mdni #smut #wwe fanfiction #black reader #jey uso #jacob fatu

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usoinked · 2 months ago

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define backshots.

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usoinked · 2 months ago

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When they go against each other, it’s gonna feel like a break up ngl 😔

MONDAY NIGHT RAW | 06.16.25

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usoinked · 2 months ago

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MY HEART HURTS FOR THEM BECAUSE I SEE JEY VS SAMI FOR THE FINALS 😭

draft my guys to smackdown at this point because the raw locker room CANNOT handle a devoted couple

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usoinked · 2 months ago

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"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

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🥀Protector & Plaything😮‍💨 (Solo Sikoa X Black Reader)

Summary: You were running and hiding from Jacob and the only person who can protect you was the leader of the New Bloodline…that Jacob happened to be in. He’ll protect you, but nothing comes without a price…and he’s not talking about money😮‍💨🫡

CW: Choking, Creampie, Rough Sex, Squirting, Eye Contact (oh yeah, lock in 🫡), Oral (m! receiving), Orgasm Denial, Hair pulling, Unprotected p in v, Dirty Talk, Profanity, Nudity, Heavy Smut, 18+ MDNI, It’s a lot going on basically 😭

Word Count: 5.9K

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You cursed yourself as the sound of your heels hit the tile floor. You had a Samoan werewolf on your ass because you decided that in an attempt to help Braun from the vicious assault that Jacob was giving him, you’d get the referee’s attention—which didn’t go over too well with Jacob. He was pissed. Not just annoyed, pissed. Not only did he lose the match via distraction from you, but you were only supposed to be at ringside under direct orders from Solo. Your job? Distract Braun. What actually happened? You accidentally cost Jacob the match instead.

Now you were running through the dimly lit halls of the arena like your life depended on it—because with how Jacob fought, how he moved, it just might. The air was heavy, thick with tension, and your lungs burned with each step.

Then you heard it—BOOM!

A loud crash echoed from the hallway behind you followed by a loud CLANG of metal echoing against the corridor.

Jacob Fatu was in a rage, the kind that made people clear out entire locker rooms. Steel chairs flew, crates were flipped, and equipment clattered to the ground as he stormed through the backstage like a hurricane with a target. His thick frame moved like a freight train—broad chest rising and falling rapidly, thick cords of muscle twitching beneath the fabric of his black Bloodline tank top. His jaw clenched so tightly, only coming undone to release heavy breaths like snarls through his glinting golden grills. His eyes were wild—bloodshot, narrowed—and every step he took made his black and red dreads whip violently like war flags behind him.

“WHERE SHE AT?!” he bellowed, knocking over a rack of gear cases with one arm. “I seen her back here! You think you can just cost me the match and walk?! Huh?!”

You ducked behind a row of storage trunks, trying to control your breathing, heart racing like a war drum. There was no way you could outrun him forever. He was built for destruction, and right now? You were his target.

There was only one person who could control Jacob when he got like this.

Solo.

The leader of the New Bloodline. The only one Jacob respected enough to listen to—even if it was barely. Jacob was unhinged and tilted on the edge quite a few times but never outright disrespected Solo.

You made a hard turn and sprinted toward the direction of Solo’s locker room. You didn’t even bother knocking. You burst in, slamming the door behind you and locking it before you turned to find him already sitting in the center of the room.

He looked completely unbothered.

Solo sat there, calm as ever—like the chaos outside the door wasn’t his concern. His frame was broader, thicker, his build more solid than chiseled, but none of that took away from the quiet dominance he carried. A sleek, beige turtleneck clung to his torso beneath another beige tailored suit, the fabric pulled slightly at his chest and stomach when he shifted in his seat, hinting at the power coiled beneath. Tribal tattoos curled up from beneath his sleeves and inked their way up his neck, bold and unflinching, each mark a chapter of a bloodline steeped in violence, honor, and control. His eyes found yours—icy, unblinking, and impossible to read. You weren’t sure if he was going to save you or let Jacob tear through the door. All you could do was hold your breath and hope you hadn’t run straight into something worse.

But those thoughts got interrupted the moment Jacob screamed your name from the outside as if it was a curse, causing you to flinch. Your breathing picked up and you could feel the tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from straight fear. You could still hear Jacob raging outside, yelling your name like a curse.

“I—I didn’t mean to—I was trying to—” you stammered.

Solo simply raised a hand, silencing you. His voice was low, controlled, with the weight of someone who didn’t need to yell to be heard.

“I’ll handle it.” He said before nodding his head toward the locker room showers, you could only stand there frozen a moment before you were suddenly pulled out of your trance with a loud BANG! A fist hit the door, causing you to jump before looking back at Solo, desperate and helpless.

“Aye Solo! Open tis’ shit up!” Jacob’s voice was ragged with anger. He was clearly pissed all the way off. “She in there? I swear—”

Solo walked over slowly, unlocking the door, and opening it just enough to step into the hall. The way Jacob squared up and immediately became animalistic. His chest heaved, muscles twitching under his black Bloodline muscle tee as his eyes scanned over Solo’s shoulder, trying to see inside.

“I know she came in here, and I know you let her in here! Don’t play wimme bruh” Jacob growled, teeth flashing.

Solo didn’t flinch. “First of all, you need to lower yo tone talkin’ to me. Second of all, she ain’t here.”

Jacob’s jaw flexed. His fists were clenched so tight you could see the whites of his knuckles, and his nose flared as he looked Solo dead in the eyes.

“She cost me that damn match, I had ‘em!”

Solo’s voice stayed calm, but firm. “Ua lava lea. (That’s enough.) Listen. You’ll get your rematch. Imma take care of it. And if I see her, imma take care of her too.”

Jacob didn’t respond right away. His dreadlocks bounced slightly as he turned and looked down the hallway, still fuming. Then, after a long beat, he slammed his hand against the wall and stormed off, the air practically vibrating with his anger.

Once Solo shut the door again, you got the courage to slowly peak around the corner of the bathroom wall. The silence between you was suffocating before it eventually was broken by the shuffling of fabric as you made your way over to Solo slowly. You looked up at him, grateful—and a little shaken.

“Thank you…” you murmured.

But Solo didn’t smile. His expression was still unreadable. His eyes dragged over you slowly before he stepped closer, the scent of his cologne now cutting through the adrenaline clouding your senses.

“You made a mess tonight,” he said quietly, his tone like chilled iron. “And I just cleaned it up.”

You nodded quickly. “I didn’t mean to-, I was just-“ you paused as Solo’s eyebrows furrowed the more you tried to explain. “Look he went too far, and I panicked and—”

He stepped forward, stopping right in front of you giving you no more room for excuses before cutting you off with a few simple words.

“Aua le toe fai.” (Don’t do it again.) His accent hung thick with seriousness, laced with that slow, deliberate weight that made every syllable feel like a warning. His brown eyes bore into yours—dark, unreadable, intense enough to still the air between you. You could feel your pulse in your throat, your breath catching before you gave a small, shaky nod.

You’d spent nearly a year around him. Enough time to learn the rhythm of his silences, the sharp edge beneath his calm, and just enough Samoan to know when he wasn’t making a suggestion—he was giving a command.

“I won’t. I swear—”

He tilted his head, cutting you off with nothing but a twitch of his jaw. One corner of his mouth moved, barely, like the ghost of a smirk that never fully formed. But there was no humor in his face. Only pure calculation. Control.

“I said I’d handle it,” he repeated, quieter now, his voice molasses-thick and heavy with something that made your spine stiffen. You didn’t know how he did it—how he could drop the volume of his voice and somehow make it more dangerous.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he stepped closer—so close you could see the flecks of gold in his irises, the sharp flicker of dominance behind them. “But don’t nothing,” he added lowly, “come without a price.”

Your lips parted, trembling before you even realized it. Your bottom lip quivered under the weight of his gaze, unsure if it was from fear, anticipation, or some dangerous mix of both. Solo lifted a hand, slow and deliberate, his tattooed fingers grazing your jawline with the back of his knuckles—tender, almost affectionate… but filled with unspoken power. Like you were glass and he was deciding whether to admire you or shatter you.

You let out a nervous chuckle—small, forced as a slight look of confusion danced across your face. You tried to act clueless. “Well…what do you want?”

A grin tugged at his mouth, sharp and slow. He dropped his gaze for just a second before returning it to you, and when he did, every trace of softness was gone. His hand slid up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip, still trembling.

“You’re not stupid,” he murmured. “You know exactly what I want.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in slightly, not enough to touch you, but enough to make your skin burn from the nearness. His presence was overwhelming—commanding without raising his voice, intimidating without lifting a hand. You weren’t sure if you wanted to run or fall to your knees.

“I was your protector tonight,” he continued, voice smooth but deadly. “And in return, I want you to be my plaything.” He added, his thumb lingered against your lip with a low chuckle that contrasted the intensity in his eyes.

“O se fesuiaʻiga faigofie, a ea?” (A simple exchange, right?)

Your eyes darted back and forth between his, his broad chest before going up and down slowly. That look. It was a look of hunger on his face the more you realized what he meant. “What….what are the conditions?”

“I’m glad you asked.” His teeth were slightly visible for a second as his smile flashed quickly before the corner of his lips slowly retracted and his eyes darkened. “On your knees.”

Your throat was dry from nervousness but you still couldn’t help but to follow his command, before you knew it your body had a mind of its own as your knees kissed the carpet, the soft fibres brushing against the smooth brown skin of your legs, grounding you in the moment. Your dress, a deep wine-colored velvet, draped over you like a second skin—elegant, sensual, and meant to be admired. It clung to your body with quiet reverence, hugging every curve as if the fabric itself knew it was lucky to even get a taste of you. The neckline dipped just enough to tease, revealing the soft slope of your shoulders and the delicate flutter of your collarbone with each breath.

Your heels hadn’t been slipped off just yet—golden, straps wrapped around your legs with a fat sole pointing upright —forgotten in the heat of the moment because of course that was the last thing on your mind right now.

Your makeup was simple but striking. A soft blend of brown eyeshadow warmed your eyelids, with a touch of gold shimmer that caught the light whenever you blinked. It wasn’t too much — just enough to make your eyes stand out. Your lashes were long and full, coated in black mascara that gave them a little drama without going overboard. Black eyeliner hugged your lash line, winged out just slightly, adding a sharpness to your look that felt effortless.

And your lips — they were painted in a bold red, rich against your brown skin. The color popped beautifully, like it was made for you. A look of confidence and polishedness.

Your butterfly locs flowed like a crown of midnight silk, thick and beautifully done, the ends kissing the middle of your back. Golden butterfly charms were woven delicately between them, catching the light every time you moved, as if little pieces of the sun had chosen to live in there. They were soft, gentle reminders of your beauty, and the way they shimmered made you look almost otherworldly to the man above you.

This is what the man above you wanted to see, the view he wanted to get knowing that in minutes he would be ruining all of it.

As he glanced down at your face and took in the scenery, the tint in his pants only became more apparent. Deep brown skin that glowed like it held the sun beneath it. High cheekbones and full lips that begged to be kissed, the slighted part between your lips made him all the more eager to spread it apart even further. Your nose was strong, regal, grounding the softness of your features even more. The makeup only made your eyes, darker and deeper, as you looked up with a gaze that could undo any man. Kneeling there in confusion yet beauty was everything Solo wanted, his tatted hand finding its way to your chin as his thumb ran across your red bottom lip. “Take ‘em off” he said and you couldn’t help but to stare back up at him. The sounds of unzipping, unbuckling, and the shuffling of pant fabric, as your hands made there way to the muscle beneath his boxers sounded like background noise. Your hands glided over the spandex as his girth damn near fought to get out of the blanket of material covering it. As your nails pulled the elastic from around his waist and dragged the polyester fabric down to his knees, you were immediately slapped with the tip of the brown muscle between his legs. He was large, thick, and by the way the tip was dripping pre cum already, he was also eager to have your lips around him. “Go on” he instructed as your hands found themselves wrapped around him, slow back and forth motions gave him satisfaction. His tribal covered hands found themselves in your hair as he pushed his hips forward slightly, the tip making eye contact with your lips. You had no choice but to open leading to him smirking because he had gotten exactly what he wanted.

His grip on the back of your hair hardened as he pushed forward, your mouth opening further at the pressure and force behind his thrusts. His entire girth filled the back of your throat, both sides of your cheeks and you knew better than to let your teeth graze any part of him. The more he pushed and the way he barely pulled back only to thrust right back made your jaw clench and your body’s natural reaction was to let out a moan. Your pace quickened and his began to slow letting you know that he wanted to take his time, take in how vulnerable you were, how much you were his plaything. Your role was to meet his needs and accept the consequences of your actions. The position you were in was nothing short of indecent, your knees buried into the carpet while your hands had slowly made their way off the thick muscle and down to his thighs, his cock filling your throat as spit gathered around the corners of your lips. Saliva slowly dripped around, meeting in the middle as it began forming a tear drop shape, thinning out at the top.

The more you kept going, the more you were holding back gagging as air was getting thin. But Solo could tell and he loved every bit of it. His grip on your hair had tightened and he threw his head back, he could feel the moaning, how stubborn you were being trying not to gag even though he could feel the pressure building in the back of your throat, and how wet your mouth felt around him. Your jaw was becoming sore and just as you felt yourself gag you pulled away just back to the tip as you left spit and saliva strings where you once were. This didn’t seem to please Solo as he slowly looked back down towards you seeing you stopped. You didn’t even realize it till you looked back up at him, the tip of his cock still in your mouth.

“I don’t have to remind you…where you belong do I?” He said, his stare feeling like a grey cloud hovering over you, dread completely taking over your half naked body. “I asked you a question, are you ignoring me?” He said as his fingers slipped through your curls before gripping onto the back of your scalp, pushing your head further and further towards his pelvis, his balls brushing against your bottom lip each time. The taste of skin and saliva coated your tongue as his girth stretched your oral canvas, his tip brushed up against your uvula earning a gag from you in response causing Solo to let out a grunt. “Just like that. Ua e lelei tele…” (You feel so good). Don’t stop just cuz you’re gaggin’, you let me worry about that.”He commanded. The corners of your mouth stretched out, pools of saliva coating the skin as the sounds of slurping and sharp breaths filled the room. A single tear slipped from the corner of your eye, catching on the thick, black mascara coating your lashes. It clung there for a second, suspended, as if deciding whether to fall or not. But it didn’t have a choice as gravity took it — dragging a thin trail of pigment down your cheek like a hairline crack in porcelain. You didn’t notice at first being too distracted by what was currently filling your mouth. Your body was tense, your breathing was getting thinner, and your thoughts were in whirlwind of panic due to the gagging and not having any control over it.

But the tears kept coming. One after another, faster now, catching on your lashes and bleeding through the eyeliner. The crisp, jet-black wing you had drawn so carefully earlier that day began to warp at the edges. The sharp flick softened, beginning to smear upward toward your brow bone, and the base of your lower lashes pooled with tears until the liner bled into your skin, blurring the definition of those fierce eyes you once had.

Your lips were trembling, parted from being full of dick as the once-smooth coating of lipstick had begun to crack. With each thrust from Solo, the combination of saliva and the way your mouth stretched around the muscle between his legs, the pigment broke apart at the center, splitting along the dry lines of your lips that saliva hadn’t gotten to yet leaving behind a mottled, smeared mess. Your top and bottom lip were fading fast, the color disappearing everytime it came in contact with the base of Solo’s cock, his balls, and his pelvis.

What had once been bold, beautiful makeup — armor, almost — was now visibly breaking down with you. Pools of water continue to cover the corner of your eyes as your brown eyes became desperate. Filled with want as you kept eye contact with the man above you. “Mmpf!” The sounds of your moans sent vibrations down the thick muscle that was filling the back of your throat.

Solo cursed as he gritted his teeth, clearly being on the edge of release, but the eye contact you two shared as he was currently forcing your head between his legs, with your makeup ruined from everything he was doing, sent him even closer. Saliva was dripping from your bottle lip onto the carpet below as your nails were practically digging their way into his thighs leaving crescent shape marks where they were. The fact that you were holding back more tears from the pressure, the twitching of his cock from the clear build up he was having, and the warm feeling in between your own legs was driving you close to the edge as well. You both were reaching a high, one that you wanted desperately to be filled by the same muscle that was in your mouth, and one that Solo gave you as he threw his head back a second time releasing a loud groan unable to contain himself as he released his warm thick liquid into your mouth. “Fuck” he breathed out as his grip tightened even worse causing his knuckles to turn white, the hair follicles in that spot being pulled toward him. Your body jolted as you fought the urge to gag not expecting the release since it caught you by surprise. You broke eye contact for a moment feeling the wetness between your legs get worse due to everything going on, but his voice broke that quickly. “Stay right there, don’t swallow that yet. Look at me” he commanded as his grip slowly lessened on your hair before making its way under your chin, forcing your eyes back to him. “Now you can swallow it, that’s a good girl. Get rid of all that” he praised as he watched your throat move, a small, deliberate motion—subtle, but noticeable. The back of your trembling hand rubbed at your face, smudging everything in frantic, uneven streaks. Mascara that hadn’t yet run was now pressed into your skin in soot-like patches. Your eyeliner was no longer sleek — it was clouded, thickened, and raw around the rims of your now red eyes.

As he slowly let you pull away, the distance that followed was brief before he pulled you close to him by your arm taking in your scent of ripe peaches in the summer sun, mellowed by warm amber—golden, sultry, impossible to forget—sweet, soft, and dangerously inviting. A warmth that lingered in the air like the last words of a secret. It was intoxicating as Solo’s eyes came to a close, before his hand made its way down to your chest, gently snaking its way behind your back finding the invisible zipper to your dress and pulling it down. “Take this off” he commanded before lowering his hand cupping the soft tissue of your ass. But the closer he got to a certain area, he noticed how warm it was, prompting him to use both his index and middle finger to graze your dripping cunt through the black fabric of your thongs. You shivered in response as your hands gripped the fabric of his beige turtle neck. Solo noticed how sensitive you were, the jolts of electricity that went through your body each time his fingers moved back and forth and it was only through the fabric, he hadn’t even touched you bare yet. “Take this off or I’m gonna rip it off” he instructed giving a dangerous ultimatum, one you didn’t want to fight him on prompting you to quickly pull your dress up over your head carefully not to let the charms in your hair snag on the fabric.

You were nearly bare except the tiny string of fabric surrounding your waist and the thin cover of lace covering your pussy…that was until Solo moved it and suddenly you found your back against the wall, one of your legs stretched out, another one raised in the air as Solo stood in front of you. “We got all night, so you not going nowhere until we’re finished” he said before his face disappeared into your neck as he mumbled against your skin. “I’m bout to ruin you even more girl.” He said as he placed kisses down your neck before you felt his fingers suddenly slip between your folds earning a gasp followed by a soft moan from you.

His fingers slid further into your walls as your breathing shifted — growing quicker, more shallow, with every second that passed and every bit of pressure he applied. It hitched when his touch deepened, your chest rising and falling faster, like your lungs couldn’t keep up with the rush building beneath your skin.

Air stuttered past your lips in uneven bursts, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. Each breath came tighter now, caught somewhere between anticipation and overwhelm — like you were teetering right on the edge and every exhale was a silent cry for Solo to keep going, keep pushing— to keep unraveling you.

By the time his pace quickened, your walls tightened further, your breathing was damn near frantic — fast, needy, ragged. Like every gasp was tangled with the heat he was dragging out of you. Your insides were getting more slippery and your voice was becoming louder.

Your pussy was dripping, your body was jolting each time his pulled his fingers out just to shove them right back in, you could hardly keep your legs up and your breaths were becoming more ragged and intense. The feeling building in your stomach was getting stronger and stronger by the second, an intense orgasm waiting to happen. You could only chase after it as your arms tightened around Solo’s neck, your head falling against the wall. “S-Shit! I-I’m gonna fucking c-cum” your voice broke and you were clearly on the verge of begging before feeling his fingers graze over a sweet spot of yours causing your hips to thrust forward being desperate for him to keep this pace.

But Solo could only chuckle, the kind that let you know he wasn’t having any of it and you weren’t getting your way. The moment he seen your reaction, he purposely went along with it, hitting that spot over and over again and just when you felt like you were seeing heaven, he took it all away with one swift motion leaving you feeling empty as your orgasm slowly began to fade. “W-Wha-? Why?” You whimpered as you looked at him begging practically. “I said I would ruin you, you can’t be dumb enough to believe I was gonna do that just using these huh?” He said before shoving those same fingers into your mouth causing you to gasp in shock before letting out a moan, casually tasting yourself on his tan skin. As he slowly released his fingers from your mouth, he pulled off his turtle neck with one swift motion before speaking again and putting one of his hands on your hips, and another one on your leg keeping it raised to his side.

“If you scream too loud, he’s gonna come back so unless you want that. You’re gonna be real quiet f’me, understand?” You could only nod but you had a feeling that wouldn’t last long, the moment you felt his tip push against the folds of your skin below, your breath hitched. Your body tensed and you did your best to relax but because of the pressure and some additional pain because of how big he was, that shit was hardly working. Your walls were being spread apart and it felt never ending, the empty space suddenly being replaced by something hard, large, and straight up fulfilling. “I know, don’t worry it’s almost in there”he reassured, sure you were his plaything but that didn’t mean he was going to purposely hurt you or didn’t care if you were comfortable. But once your insides felt as full as can be, the moment you felt his balls kiss the opening of your walls, the world around you didn’t even matter. Your voice had finally come back from the gasp you had been holding back, transitioning into a shaky moan as you begged Solo to start moving.

The Samoan man slowly pulled back just enough where the tip was still in just to slam back in being in the same position he once was. It was slow at first but his dominance was quick to show as his hips slammed against yours, the hunger in his eyes being more evident than before from the sensation as you made a pathetic attempt to cover the sounds your mouth released, pressing a trembling hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sharp gasp that tore from your throat. At first, the sounds were small — strained inhales through your nose, the barely-there whimpers caught behind clenched teeth. Your jaw trembled as you bit down hard, trying to trap the noises within the back of your throat. But the pressure kept growing, crawling deeper into your core, twisting and tightening like a vice as his dick pushed in and out, your walls gripping onto it before releasing each time it would pull away just for a second.

Your chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow bursts as pleasure lanced through your body, raw and unrelenting. Your eyes widened, glassy with tears that threatened to spill, your brows pinching together in a silent plea for the sensation to continue.

A low groan slipped out — unbidden, raw. Then another, louder this time, torn from you like a confession. Your back arched slightly, muscles tensing and twitching with each surge of electric sensations from this extremely intimate encounter. The room began to feel too small, too quiet, every sound you made echoing louder in the silence before you couldn’t take it any longer.

Those attempts at restraint crumbled. Moans burst from your lips in broken rhythm, each one shuddering with pleasure and desperation. Your hand tore away from your mouth as it gripped onto his tribal tatted arms, while your other hand stayed wrapped around his neck. There was no hiding now — You had completely forgot what he said earlier about being quiet because he was currently drilling you with 8 inches of raw and unfiltered thickness. His name rolled off your tongue in desperate pleas as your once flawless makeup was a wreckage of what it had been. Following the events from earlier when you were on your knees and now this, thick streaks of black mascara ran down your cheeks in uneven rivers, some thin like veins, others blotched like ink spilled on paper. The tears hadn’t just fallen — they had dragged the remaining mascara with them, carving paths through the thick coating on your lashes until clumps clung to the corners of your eyes. Your lashes, once perfectly fanned and curled, now stuck together in spidery spikes, wet and trembling with every blink.

Your eyeliner was worse — the once-sharp wing that framed your eyes had smudged into a chaotic smear. It pooled in the creases under the lower lash line, shadowing your eyes like bruises. One side had bled so much from you rubbing it away with the back of your hand that it looked like it had melted into your skin, leaving behind dark smudges that faded into a murky grey haze.

The lipstick you had on, bold and rich before, was now a ghost of its former color. The edges had been wiped away entirely, leaving behind a faint, patchy halo around your mouth. The center of your lips had faded the most — the pigment stripped away from crying, biting down, and the way your lips trembled as you tried to stay quiet. Now your natural lip tone peeked through, raw and flushed, only bits of lipstick clinging desperately to the corners or in the fine lines of your mouth. It wasn’t just smudged — it was broken, ruined, undone. “Didn’t I tell you, I was finna ruin you? Huh?” You could only moan in response unable to even think straight, the only thing you were focused on was how hard his dick was currently drilling you giving you barley any room to speak anything other than his name. A moan erupted from you as you felt his cock graze against that same spot from earlier.

“You screamin’ real loud, you want him to come back in here huh? See how you’re taking me?” He said as his tatted hand clasped over your mouth, the taste of skin and salt from the tears that fell from your eyes weighing heavy against your lips and tongue. Your eyes fluttered as you felt Solo bury himself deeper into you causing your insides to clench around him even more urging him to stay where he was. This spot, the way he was abusing it hurt so good. The way you were falling apart, losing your mind, and control over your body fueled the man in front of you even more. Sweat covered your brown skin as some of it dripped from your temple, some of your baby hairs clung to the very top of your head, while the feeling in your core got worse…and worse. Solo felt it because the moment your legs started trembling he seized the opportunity, pulling his hands away from your mouth wrapping it around your throat. “Go ahead, I can feel it comin’”, he said as he angled himself to hit that spot even more causing curse words to leave your lips as your hips bucked forward before your orgasm hit you like a truck as a loud moan escaped from you. Your pussy jerked to life, sending a stream of fluid arcing through the air. The pressure made it pulse slightly, the stream strong at first, before gradually slowing down as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Your high was drawn out as Solo kept targeting that same spot sending your body into overdrive, overstimulation taking over fully as curse words left your mouth. “F-Fuck! I can’t, I c-can’t!” You said knowing another orgasm was building in your core. “Yes you can” he grunted, an animalistic groan escaped from him as you could feel him twitching inside of you signaling that he was getting close to his release as well.

“Keep them eyes on me—la lena(that’s it)” he said tightening his grip around your throat causing you to make eye contact with him again. Your moans disappeared again as nothing but the sound of ragged breaths and skin to skin contact filled the room for a short second before you could feel Solo’s other hand pressing into your waist. Despite all this your eyes remained on him until they couldn’t anymore, a second wave came crashing down followed by a long drawn out groan from Solo as you felt his release pool around inside of you. As you both came down from your highs, his breathing was still ragged, but the moment he pulled out, it was like a switch flipped. Gone was the man who’d whispered filthy things to you, the one who’d used your body like it belonged to him. In his place was someone softer — quieter — whose hands now trembled slightly as they reached for you.

“Hey…” he murmured, voice low, a little hoarse. “You still with me?”

You gave the faintest nod, your body still pressed into the wall with indentions on your back, both your bodies slick with the weight of what you had just done. Your thighs were sticky, lips swollen, what was left of your mascara barely clinging on. His features twitched — some mix of guilt and pride seeing how wrecked you were. But the moment you nodded, he took action.

“I gotchu” he whispered again before leaning in and kissing your forehead, then the tip of your nose, brushing the damp strands of hair away from your face. His hands moved slowly, deliberately — not like before. Gently now. He pulled you off the wall, one arm under your thighs, the other around her back, carrying her across the room like you weighed almost nothing. I mean…compared to the other people he lifted in the ring, you were light as a feather.

He found the bench and sat down, cradling you in his lap, your legs draped over his. He didn’t say anything right away. Just held you in the comforting silence. One hand brushed sweat-slick strands of hair from your face. The other sliding up and down your thigh, soothing.

“I’m not completely heartless,” he murmured. “If I was I would’ve just locked you out while Jacob was out there.”

You exhaled shakily once before laughing. “Well thank god you didn’t. That man is scary as hell when he’s mad.”

He chuckled low in his throat, fingers still drawing lazy circles on your thigh. “Scary, huh? And what am I?”

You tilted your head, giving him a tired little smirk. “You? You’re worse.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Worse?”

“Yeah. At least Jacob didn’t ruin my legs and my makeup in under ten minutes.”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “I didn’t see you doin’ too much complainin’.”

You rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into his chest. “Kinda hard to complain when I can barely form a sentence.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.”

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