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Slow Burn // Jimmy Uso x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hiiiii :) had this sitting in drafts so I decided to finish it… and I’m– 🤤. Will be working on more stuff in the coming days, so stay tuned! Also, my lovely friend @zyvngi made this clip and I just… yeah there was no way I wasn’t using it lol. As always, happy reading y’all!

Pairings -> Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Fluff (if you squint), Cursing, Drug Use (Weed), P in V, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 4.4k

You enter Jon’s house as you always did, swinging the door open without knocking and waltzing right inside– your body collapsing on his living room couch. Media had kicked your ass today, more than usual, and you were definitely feeling the effects of it. Jon happened to have a day off today, one that was hard to come by, especially with the work you two did at WWE– him being a talent and you a producer. That’s how the two of you met 4 years ago, and you’ve been inseparable ever since.

“Well, good afternoon to you too, princess.” Jon teases, as you shoot daggers at him. 

“I don’t know how much more I can fuckin’ take. Paul’s driving me crazy, the work is endless, and absolutely nobody seems to appreciate how much work I’m putting into this to make shit happen every show. I’m about to fuckin’ lose it.” You groan, flopping down onto the couch and rubbing your eyes.

Jon leans against the island countertop, grinning, clearly amused by your frustration. “Sounds like you’ve had a day… wanna vent or just keep it low-key?”

You sigh dramatically, sitting up on the couch. “No, no, I should probably let it all out. I swear, I’ve been busting my ass, and every time I think I’m ahead, something else gets thrown on me. And everyone thinks I’m this superhero that can just fuckin’ fix it,” you pause, rubbing your temples. “I just want a break, but I feel like there’s no time to take one.”

He nods sympathetically, then walks over to the end table and pulls something from the drawer. “You really need to take a break though, you keep goin’ like that, you’re gonna burn yourself out.”

You laugh bitterly, half-glancing at him. “I know, I know. It’s like I don't even know how to take a break anymore. It’s always work, work, and more work.”

Jon takes out a joint from his pocket and lights it casually, raising an eyebrow at you. “You want some help with that?”

He takes a slow drag, exhaling slowly as you stare at him– shocked.

“You… smoke?”

He laughs, shrugging nonchalantly as he continues to puff on the joint. “Yeah, ‘s not somethin’ I bring up, but yeah, sometimes it helps me unwind. And you look like you could use a lil’ somethin’ to take the edge off.”

You stare at him in disbelief. “I just… I never thought you’d be the type to do… that.”

“What, smoke?” he chuckles. “Well, you never really asked. Trust me though, a little bit won’t hurt. It’s just us, Y/N. No work, no stress…” he grins, taking another drag then passing it to you.

You’re hesitant, but also curious. You take the joint from him, your voice getting soft.

“I don’t know… I’ve never done… this before.”

Jon smirks at you, sitting down and leaning back on the couch as he grabs another joint– one for himself. “First time for everything, right? No pressure, ma. Just take it slow.”

Nervously, you take a drag, coughing slightly. “Oh my god…” 

He laughs softly, leaning closer to you and offering you a reassuring smile. “Yeah, it can be a bit much at first. Just breathe through it, you’ll get used to it.”

You exhale, giggling nervously and shaking your head. “Okay, okay, I’m definitely not used to it. But… this actually feels kinda nice.” 

You’re growing more confident by the second, taking another drag. Jon watches you intently, a gentle smile on his face.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ great, ma. You deserve to feel nice, just let go of all that stress, you know?” he soothes you, his voice dropping lower than usual. 

As the night goes on, you both start to relax, the conversation flowing more freely. The effects of the joint take hold, and the atmosphere shifts in a way that has allowed the two of you to open up in a way you hadn’t before. You lean back against the couch, your eyes a little heavier but more relaxed. 

“You know, I never realized how much I needed this… to chill. I feel like I’m always runnin’ around, doin’ everything for everyone, and never doin’ anything for myself.”

Jon nods, a softer tone to his voice as he responds to you, looking at you intently. “I get it. You’re always taking care of other people, but you forget about you. You deserve to slow down. You gotta take care of yourself, too. Not everything’s on you.”

You turn to look at him, the weight of his words hitting you deep within your chest. “I don’t know why I feel like I have to do everything. It’s like if I stop, everything’s gonna fall apart.”

He softens, his expression growing more serious. “You don’t have to be everything to everyone, you’re enough just as you are. But I get it, you don’t want to disappoint people.”

A moment of quiet rushes in between them as the room feels more intimate, the casual chatter fading into something more profound. The connection between you feels intense, a shared vulnerability settling in. 

You look down, almost embarrassed, as you speak softly. “Maybe I don’t know how to stop being so… perfect. Like, I always have to keep everything together. I don’t know how to let someone help me.”

Jon reaches over and tilts your chin to face him, his voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to always be perfect, Y/N. With me, you can just be you, no pressure.”

The mood shifts. Your eyes lock, and there’s an undeniable charge between you, something unspoken but deeply felt. The air is thick with tension as you unconsciously move closer together. Before you can even process it, Jon leans in and kisses you, slow and unexpected. It’s not rushed, but full of emotion, a silent acknowledgement of everything you’ve both been feeling. The kiss deepens naturally, your mutual desire growing, and in that moment, the world outside fades. Reality hits you after a moment and you pull back slightly, eyes wide in shock as your breath catches in your throat. 

“Wha–?”

He pulls back quickly, his own eyes growing wide, clearly panicked. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to– I just– I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have–”

He stands up, pacing slightly, his hand running through his hair. After a beat you stand as well, still in shock as you move towards him and gently place your hand on his arm. 

“Jon…” 

He turns to you, his eyes pinged in fear and nervousness as he looks at you. You step closer, looking at him with a soft but intense gaze. Before he can utter another word, you reach up, gently pulling him back down to you, kissing him again– this time with more certainty, as if you had wanted it too. You pull away slightly, breathing a little heavier as his eyes search yours, his expression mixed with relief and surprise– then, a smile starts to form on his face. 

Jon leans in, his forehead nearly brushing yours as that signature smirk of his plays on his lips. “Damn, Y/N… You got me over here thinking I messed up, and then you go and kiss me like that?” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s something deeper laced within it—something raw, something real.

You exhale a soft laugh, still feeling the warmth of his lips lingering on yours. “Maybe I just wanted to shut you up,” you tease, running a hand through his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

Jon’s grin widens, his hands still resting on your waist, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your skin. “Oh, word? That’s how you feel?” He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, Y/N. I think you’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

You raise a brow, playing along. “And if I have?”

His gaze darkens, his fingers tightening just slightly at your waist. “Then I’d say we got a whole lot of catching up to do.”

Before you can respond, he reaches over to grab the joint resting in the ashtray nearby, taking a slow drag before bringing it to your lips. “Here,” he murmurs, voice dripping with something dangerously smooth. “Relax a little. We got all night.”

You hold his gaze as you take a hit, the smoke curling between you as he watches you, his eyes flicking down to your lips before dragging back up. The tension between you thickens, wrapping around you both like a slow burn.

Jon leans back slightly, exhaling, his lips curving into a lazy smile. “You always look this good when you’re high, or is it just ‘cause you’re sittin’ here with me?”

You smirk, handing the joint back to him, your fingers deliberately brushing against his. “I don’t know, Uce… Maybe it’s just you.”

His laughter is deep, rich, sending a shiver down your spine. “See, now you just gassin’ me up,” he murmurs, tilting his head as he studies you. “But I ain’t mad at it.”

You shake your head, biting your lip as you watch him. “You like the attention, huh?”

Jon leans in again, this time close enough that his nose nearly brushes yours, his voice nothing but a husky whisper. “I like it when it’s from you.”

Your heart stutters, and for a moment, all you can hear is the faint hum of music in the background and the sound of your own breathing. The world outside doesn’t matter—right now, it’s just you and him, the air thick with smoke and something even more intoxicating.

“Say the word, Y/N,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing up your arm, slow, deliberate. “Tell me you want this as bad as I do.”

You swallow hard, meeting his gaze, your pulse pounding in your ears. Then, with a small smirk, you whisper, “What took you so long to figure that out?”

Jon grins, and before you can say another word, his lips are back on yours, the kiss deeper, more urgent, as if he’s making up for lost time. He groans softly against your lips, his grip on your waist tightening as he pulls you flush against him. The warmth of his body, the lingering haze of smoke in the air, and the way his fingers tease at the small of your back all send a slow-burning heat through you.

“You tryna drive me crazy, huh?” he mumbles between kisses, his voice husky, dripping with amusement and something deeper.

You smirk, tilting your head slightly to the side as you let your fingers trail up his chest. “I think I already have.”

Jon exhales a slow laugh, shaking his head before taking another hit of the joint, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, you definitely have,” he murmurs, exhaling the smoke lazily before slipping a hand up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin back slightly. “But I ain’t mad at it, baby.”

Your breath catches as his thumb traces along your bottom lip, his touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver straight down your spine. You hold his gaze, letting your lips part slightly, teasing him just enough before you take the joint from his fingers and bring it to your lips. His eyes darken as he watches you, his expression shifting into something unreadable but entirely consuming.

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” you murmur after a slow exhale, the smoke curling between you both, “and I’m gonna start thinking you want me.”

Jon chuckles, shaking his head as he licks his lips. “Oh, I been wantin’ yo’ fine ass,” he admits, his voice dropping lower, thick with something almost possessive. “Just been waitin’ for you to catch up.”

Your pulse quickens at his words, at the weight behind them, at the way his fingers are still tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the pull between you both magnetic, undeniable.

“And what happens now that I have?” you ask, arching a brow, challenging him, teasing him.

Jon grins, slow and knowing, his hands sliding down to your hips before he pulls you onto his lap, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Now? Now I finally get to show you how bad.”

His words send a spark of electricity through you, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. You tangle your fingers into his hair, tugging slightly just to hear the way his breath hitches, the way his grip on you tightens.

“Damn,” he chuckles, his nose brushing against your cheek as he tilts your head, lips ghosting over yours but not quite touching. “You really been holdin’ out on me, huh?”

You smirk, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “Maybe I just wanted you to work for it.”

Jon lets out a deep, satisfied hum, his lips finally capturing yours again, this time with even more urgency, more fire. His hands roam your body, fingertips grazing exposed skin, setting every nerve ablaze.

“Mm,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling back just enough to let his forehead rest against yours. “I don’t mind puttin’ in the work, baby. Not if it means I get to keep you right here.”

Jon’s grip tightens on your hips as he tilts his head back slightly, looking up at you with a mix of amusement and hunger. His fingers trace slow, teasing patterns along your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine. The warmth of his hands, the faint burn of the smoke in your lungs, and the deep pull of his gaze make your head spin in the best way possible.

“You really got me like this, huh?” he murmurs, his voice husky, rough around the edges. He smirks, exhaling a slow breath as his fingers press just a little harder into your waist. “Sittin’ on my lap, lookin’ at me like you already know what you doin’ to me.”

You bite your lip, dragging your nails gently down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “Maybe I do,” you tease, tilting your head slightly, watching his expression shift. “And maybe I like it.”

He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as his hands slide up your thighs, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. “Oh, I know you do,” he says, his lips ghosting over your jaw, his breath warm against your skin. “You playin’ it all sweet, but you been wantin’ this. I can feel it.”

Your fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded. Maybe he is. The heat between you is thick, the air electric with the weight of everything left unsaid. But right now? You don’t need words.

He leans in, his lips just barely brushing against yours, teasing you, making you chase the kiss. “Damn, baby,” he murmurs, smirking as he pulls back just a little, enough to make you whine softly. “You really gonna make me work for it?”

You smirk, tilting your head playfully as you drag your fingers up the back of his neck, pulling him closer, your lips barely touching his. “I thought you liked putting in the work?”

Jon groans, shaking his head with a laugh before finally closing the distance, kissing you with a deep, slow intensity that sends heat pooling in your stomach. His hands explore, memorizing every curve, every dip of your body like he’s wanted to do this for far too long.

He pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “You taste too damn good, Y/N.”

Your heart pounds as you smirk, brushing your nose against his. “Must be all that smoke.”

He grins, his fingers tracing lazy circles at your waist. “Nah… it’s just you, baby.”

The way he says it, low and smooth, makes something flutter deep in your chest. You were just playing before, flirting for the fun of it, but now? Now, you can feel it. This is more than just a moment.

Jon studies you for a second, his gaze softer now, a little more serious. “What you want, Y/N?” His voice is still deep, still teasing, but there’s something genuine underneath it. Like he’s really asking.

You hold his gaze, your fingers still tangled in his curls as you whisper, “You.”

He grins, slow and satisfied, like he just won a game he was always meant to win. “Then come here, baby,” he murmurs, pulling you closer. “Let me give you what you been waiting for.”

Jon’s lips move against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger, like he’s savoring every second. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady on his lap as his tongue brushes against yours, deepening the kiss in a way that makes your head spin. 

His hands wander, sliding up your back, tracing along the curve of your spine. His touch is firm, possessive, but there’s a tenderness beneath it too—like he’s memorizing you, committing this moment to memory. When he pulls back, just slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, his breath is heavy, his eyes dark with something deeper than just desire.

His lips find yours again, this time slower, deeper, his fingers gripping you tighter like he’s afraid to let go. And you melt into him, letting yourself get lost in the moment, letting yourself feel everything.

He leans back slightly, his dark eyes drinking you in, his expression smug but soft at the same time. “So you admit it,” he murmurs, tilting his head, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your hip. “You been wantin’ me too.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but you can’t hide the smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe,” you tease, dragging your fingers down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch. “What? You need me to spell it out for you?”

Jon lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Nah, baby. I just like hearin’ you say it.” His grip tightens on your hips as he pulls you even closer, making you feel just how much he’s enjoying this moment. “Say it again.”

Your breath hitches as his lips brush against your jaw, his voice like honey and smoke, smooth and intoxicating. “Say what?” you whisper, tilting your head slightly to give him more access, your pulse racing.

His grin grows against your skin as he places a slow, open-mouthed kiss against your neck, his tongue just barely teasing you. “That you want me.”

You let out a soft laugh, biting your lip as you slide your hands up to his shoulders, gripping them just enough to make him hum in satisfaction. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression smug. “Oh, hell yeah.” He licks his lips, his gaze dark and hungry. “But I’d enjoy it even more if you quit playin’ and told me what I already know.”

You take a deep breath, your body fully pressed against his, the heat between you undeniable. “Fine,” you murmur, dragging your fingers up the back of his neck, playing with the curls at the base of his skull. “I want you, Jon.”

The second the words leave your lips, his grip tightens, his hands sliding down to your thighs before flipping you onto the couch, pinning you beneath him. You let out a surprised gasp, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as his lips crash against yours again, this time more urgent, more possessive.

“You have no idea how long I been waitin’ to hear that,” he murmurs between kisses, his lips trailing from your mouth down to your neck, his hands roaming every inch of you.

Your head tilts back against the cushions as you breathe out, your heart pounding. “Then why the hell did you wait so long?”

Jon lets out a low laugh, his breath hot against your skin. “’Cause you play too damn much,” he teases, nipping at your collarbone. “Had to let you catch up.”

You roll your eyes, tugging at his hair just enough to make him groan. “And now?”

Jon lifts his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. He smirks, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before leaning in so close you can feel every word as he whispers, “Now, I ain’t holdin’ back no more.”

Jon’s kiss is slow, deep, and consuming, like he’s savoring every second of finally having you in his arms. His body presses against yours, his warmth sinking into you, making it impossible to focus on anything but the way he feels—solid, strong, right. His hands explore, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before gripping you like he’s afraid you might slip away.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with something deeper than just desire. Possession. Affection. Something real. His thumb strokes your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the heat burning between you two.

“You sure you ready for this, baby?” he murmurs, his voice husky, his breath fanning against your lips.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding, but there’s no more hesitation. The tension, the teasing– it was always leading to this. To him.

You nod, looking into his eyes with a level of certainty that surprises even you. “I’m sure,” you say, your voice soft but filled with passion. “I want this. I want you. Now.”

He groans against your lips, his hands sliding down to the waistband of your pants, undoing them with a practiced ease. Every touch sends a wave of pleasure coursing through you, making it harder to think, harder to breathe. You tug at his sweats in return, eager to get him closer, to feel all of him, and when the last barrier is gone, the world outside completely fades away. 

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer, and you can feel him, feel all of him, as he enters you. Moans fall from your lips as your walls adjust to his length, entirely consuming you as he slides in deeper. The sensation is intense, overwhelming, and it leaves you breathless as you both adjust to the fit.

You move together, the rhythm natural, fluid, as though you’ve been doing this forever. His groans match your own, every snap of his hips intensifying the connection between you. The way he touches you, the way he kisses you, it’s all so much more than physical. It’s about something deeper, something you both have been unknowingly craving for so long. There’s tenderness in every touch, urgency in every kiss, and beneath it all, there’s that deep, undeniable love that’s starting to take shape.

“God, Y/N,” Jon groans against your skin, his voice strained, as if it’s taking everything in him to keep control. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect.” He presses you closer, if that’s even possible, and you can feel him, feel every inch of his body hard against yours, as if he can’t get close enough. Each touch, each kiss, feels like an explosion of raw, unfiltered emotion, and as you move together, there’s an undeniable sense of belonging that wraps around you both like a cloak. His hands are everywhere, tracing the lines of your body, pulling you closer to him with every breath, every movement.

Your lips are caught in a feverish kiss, hungry yet tender, each one of his caresses sending waves of electricity through your body. His lips leave your mouth only to graze your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, making you tremble beneath his touch. There’s something about the way he kisses you, something intimate and all-consuming, that makes you feel like he’s not just touching your skin—he’s touching your soul.

"You feel so damn good," Jon murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands slide down your back, pulling you even closer, and you can feel the heat of his body against yours, the way he's completely consumed by this moment, this connection. His lips find the soft curve of your neck again, pressing kisses there that make you tremble, and you can’t help but moan softly.

“Don’t stop,” you whimper, your voice shaky, your body vibrating with need. Every inch of you is on fire, every nerve alive with the sensations he's stirring within you. You want him, need him, and there's no turning back now.

He looks at you then, his eyes dark and filled with raw emotion. “I’m not going anywhere, Y/N,” he breathes, his lips hovering near yours. “You’re mine. I’m all in. Always have been.”

Your heart skips a beat at the sincerity in his words, at the vulnerability he’s showing you. The intensity of what’s between you both only deepens, and you can feel the truth of it, settling between you like a promise.

"I’m all in too, Jon," you breathe, your voice steady now, filled with the certainty of everything you've been feeling. "Always have been."

His lips meet yours once again, and this kiss is different. It's softer, more intimate, filled with everything you’ve both been hiding—desire, love, longing. Every part of you is connected to him now, body and soul. You move together, slow and steady, savoring every touch, every kiss, like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

You can feel him, feel the depth of his affection, his love for you, and you respond with the same intensity, giving everything you have to him. The world outside doesn’t matter anymore. It’s just the two of you, here, in this moment, and nothing could ever compare to the way he makes you feel.

“Fuck, Jon…” you moan, your head falling back. “I’m–”

“I know, baby,” he groans in the crook of your neck, “I know.”

And as you move together, your bodies becoming one, there’s a sense of completeness, a feeling that you’ve found exactly where you belong. And when you finally reach the peak of that all-consuming desire, it’s more than just physical pleasure. It’s an emotional release, a release of everything you’ve been holding back, everything you’ve been too scared to say.

When you both collapse into each other’s arms, breathless and sated, you can’t help but smile. There’s no question anymore. What you’ve shared tonight is only the beginning. This is only the start of something deeper, something real. And you know that with Jon, you’ve found exactly where you’re meant to be.

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so erm... idk what my tumblr did but literally all the requests i had in my inbox completely deleted themselves??? like hello???

with that being said if you sent in a request previously or if you're wanting to send one my requests are still open! check out my welcome page to see who i write for! working on a few different one shots as we speak 🤭

~ mads <3

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holy shit this is… um… yeah 😩 #needthat #ficrecs

bloodline property / valentine’s day (jimmy)

jimmy uso x fem!reader word count → 2.0k summary → jimmy is always more than happy to give you what you want for valentine’s day. and what you want is nasty, filthy sex. links → masterlist / taglist tags → consensual nonconsent, unprotected piv sex, rough sex, angry sex, dom/sub, biting, restraint, hickeys, dirty talk, hair pulling, degradation, orgasm delay, exactly one (1) slap to jimmy’s cheek, jimmy likes to be called sir (change my mind), fluff and aftercare at the end

Tuesday ✩ Jimmy

You grunted as Jimmy shoved you against the bedroom wall, one of his large hands easily grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. He forced his thigh between your legs and you couldn’t suppress the small moan that escaped your throat at the feeling. 

“Knew you’d be desperate for it, slut.” Jimmy laughed, already leaning forward to lick a hot stripe up your exposed neck. 

“Get off me.” You spat, struggling in his hold.

“Aw, don’t tell me you don’t want it, sweetheart. You belong to the Bloodline, don’t you? Thought this was yo’ job.” 

You snapped your teeth in Jimmy’s face and his smile grew wider. “Look at you,” he cooed, his grip around your wrists tightening. “Feral little girl. Sure you don’t want me to put you in yo’ place?” 

You scoffed, nearly headbutting him when he tried to lean forward to lick at your neck again. “Like you would be man enough to do that.” 

Jimmy’s smile wasn’t kind, his eyes glinting at your challenge. “Oh, really? You gon’ act like I ain’t ever had you bent over begging for this dick before?”  

Your smile wasn’t kind either. “Oh, you mean that charity work I did for you? Or rather, did for your Tribal Chief? He wants me to keep his Bloodline happy, after all.” 

Jimmy’s eyes darkened, his smile beginning to slip as his temper flared. You couldn’t help but smirk. Jimmy wasn’t as easy to rile up as Jey, but you knew your words were getting to him. 

“Because it’s my job, right?”

Jimmy’s lip curled and before you realized what was happening he’d reached up a free hand to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to expose the column of your throat. 

“You got a smart mouth, bitch,” Jimmy snarled, his gaze fiery. “Might need to fuck that attitude outta you.” 

Despite his painful grip on your hair, you couldn’t help but laugh, watching with amusement as his face twisted at the sight. 

“I’d like to see you try.” 

Jimmy let out a low growl and you jumped when sank his teeth into the side of your neck, forcing a high-pitched cry from your mouth.  

“And you say I’m feral?” You tried your best to inject some venom into your words, struggling to ignore how the sharp flash of pain from Jimmy’s teeth was going straight to your pussy. 

“Gonna make you regret those words, slut,” Jimmy’s voice was low. “Gonna make you beg me to fuck you.” 

Whatever clever retort you had died on your lips the second Jimmy released your wrists and tossed you on the bed. You barely had any time to react before he was on top of you, his full body weight pinning against the mattress with ease. 

You were able to get one good slap to his cheek before he grabbed your wrists again, an arrogant smile on his face. 

“There we go,” he cooed, trying to nose at your neck before you attempted to headbutt him again. “Gotcha where you belong, slut. On yo’ back with these legs spread.” 

His knee found your crotch and you hissed, trying to hold back a groan at just how good it felt. Jimmy smirked, watching as you tried to escape his iron grasp. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me? Or you gonna make me tie you?”

You felt a ball of arousal gather inside you at the idea, but you jutted out your chin instead, glaring up at him defiantly. 

“Why? Can’t hold me down yourself?” 

Jimmy’s smile widened. “Oh, you think you can get out? Well, go on then. Give it your best try.” 

Before he could fully capture one of your legs between his, you tried your best to aim a kick to his groin, letting out a frustrated huff when he managed to dodge it. He chuckled at the attempt, pressing his body flush against yours to keep you down. 

“That’s it, baby. Keep trying.” Jimmy’s tone was mocking. “Love watching you fight this. Makes it so much sweeter when you finally give in.” 

He waited as you continued to thrash and kick at him, watching with amusement as your movements grew weaker and weaker. After a few minutes you finally went limp, small beads of sweat on your forehead as you panted beneath him. 

“Aw, tired out already, huh?” Jimmy licked up your throat again and you couldn’t suppress a shiver. “Good. Then maybe you’ll be still for me when I finally give you whatchu been begging for.” 

“Begging for?” You echoed, still defiant even as you laid still beneath him. “You think I want you?” 

Jimmy’s smile was wicked. “I know you want me.” 

He used his free hand to yank down your shorts and you desperately clenched your thighs together in an effort to keep his fingers from finding the wetness between your legs. Jimmy found it all the same, laughing meanly as you tried to suppress a groan from his touch. 

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he jeered, watching with glee as your face burned in embarrassment. “Knew you wanted this. Nasty fucking whore. You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” 

“Fuck you.” You spat, new energy in your limbs now in an effort to dislodge him. 

“No, fuck you.” 

Jimmy was quick to flip you onto your stomach, one of his long arms wrapping around your neck to keep you in a headlock. 

“Gotcha, bitch.” He hissed in your ear, his grip on you tight. You attempted to struggle some more, but in this position it was useless, your arms pinned behind your back as he kept his full body weight on top of you. 

You let out a gasp as you felt his massive length nudging between your cheeks, your head now completely stuck between his forearm and his hard bicep. You jumped when the tip of his cock caught on your taint, your body immediately tensing at the intrusion. 

“Better spread yo’ legs wider.” Jimmy warned. “Don’t want me in the wrong hole, do you?” 

You really didn’t, so you acquiesced, spreading your legs just enough to allow Jimmy’s cock to nudge at the entrance of your soaked hole. You were embarrassed at how easily he was able to slip in, a small whine escaping your lips at the sudden feeling of fullness. 

“Too easy, whore.” Jimmy taunted. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised with how often you get passed around.” 

He began thrusting into you, keeping his arm tight around your neck, threatening to cut off your oxygen. Jimmy’s breath was hot in your ear, some of his long hair falling into his eyes as he continued to saw in and out of you. 

“Thought you didn’t want it?” he teased. “But I can feel this slutty little hole clenching around me. You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” 

He twisted his hips sinfully and you moaned, heat licking up your spine at the feeling. 

“Aw, you sing so sweet for me, honey,” he cooed, his hips beginning to pick up speed. “Knew you would. Go on, lemme hear more.” 

You tried to shake your head, but Jimmy’s grip around your neck tightened and you let out a choked gasp, your pussy spasming at the rough treatment. Jimmy groaned in response, his hips snapping faster against you. 

The pleasure was continuing to build, a white-hot ball of tension that caused your muscles to shake and tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. 

“I can feel you, slut,” Jimmy snarled in your ear. “I know you’re already close. But you won’t come without permission, will you? Too well-trained, aren’t you, baby?” 

You hated how right he was. You could feel your body suspended on the edge of pleasure, but your mind wouldn’t allow you to fall over it. You opened your mouth, hoping to plead for Jimmy, but his arm around your windpipe made it impossible. A whine, high-pitched and needy, came out instead and Jimmy laughed at the sound. 

“Told you I’d make you beg,” he jeered, his hips stuttering against you as he got closer to his own release. “But why should I let you come, bitch? You ain’t been nothin’ but a brat.” 

You tried to speak again, but Jimmy wasn’t letting up on your throat, spots dancing across your vision from the lack of oxygen. All you could manage was a broken gasp, your pussy squeezing Jimmy like a vice as you held off your orgasm. 

Finally Jimmy relaxed his hold on your neck and the words were out of your mouth immediately. 

“Please, sir. Please, let me come.” 

Jimmy laughed again. “Oh, you got manners now? Should have known you’d break easy.” 

You could tell he was holding off as well, his movements jerky and uneven. You couldn’t help the sob that escaped your throat, your entire body thrumming beneath him like a live wire. 

“Sir, please,” You begged, the tears beginning to fall. He twisted his hips again and the hit to your g-spot caused you to scream. “Please!” 

“Come, whore.” 

Your mind went completely blank, your muscles shaking as the orgasm tore through your body. You heard Jimmy swear in your ear, his final thrusts brutal as he spilled into you at the same time. You could feel his come paint your walls white, your hole continuing to clamp down and milk him as he gave you every last drop of his seed. 

Eventually you both stilled.

The world felt hazy and distant, your ears ringing as if a jet had flown by. Jimmy slowly removed his arm from your neck and you let out a small cough, forcing yourself to take a few deep breaths to bring oxygen back to your brain. 

Jimmy pulled out of you slowly and you felt your body shiver from the feeling as his come trickled out of your abused hole.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Jimmy’s tone was concerned, his face coming into your line of vision as he leaned over to check on you. You offered him a small smile, nodding.

“Yeah, I’m good.” 

Jimmy reached out a large hand to wipe some of the tears from your cheeks, his gaze still concerned. 

“Just wait here. Lemme clean you up.” 

You rolled over onto your back with a grimace, stretching your sore arms above your head with a yawn. You felt warm and euphoric now, the afterglow causing your body to feel relaxed as you sank further into the mattress. 

The bed dipped and Jimmy was by your side again, wiping the mess between your legs and offering a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Any pain?” He asked and you shook your head. 

“No, I’m fine. Really.” 

Jimmy’s smile was a burst of sunshine. “Good. Because that was probably the best fuckin’ nut I’ve had in my life.” 

You let out a huff of laughter, smiling as he collapsed on the bed beside you. “That was quite a performance.” You told him. “Honestly, you should win an award.” 

“You think?” Jimmy gave you a lopsided grin. “Maybe I can be a pizza delivery guy next time.” 

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t contain your smile as Jimmy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him, peppering your face with kisses. 

“You weren’t too bad yourself, girl,” he said, his eyes sparkling as he stared at you. “Thought you was actually mad at me there for a second.” 

“Nah,” You closed your eyes and leaned against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. “I don’t think you could ever make me mad.” 

Jimmy chuckled, pressing sweet kisses into your hair as he held you close. He began to hum a tune you weren’t familiar with and you found yourself growing sleepy, your eyes beginning to close. 

You must have fallen asleep because you quickly found yourself in a strange dream. Jimmy was still holding you, still humming softly as he played with your hair. That part wasn’t strange. What was strange was what you heard. Or what you thought you heard. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, pretty girl,” Jimmy murmured, his lips soft as he kissed your forehead. “Love you.”

It was just a dream. That’s all. And when you woke the next morning, Jimmy’s arms still wrapped tightly around you, you knew that’s all it was. Just a dream. 

Right? 

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SWEET LIKE CANDY 3 • JEY USO

author's note: hello my loves! we have officially made it to the third part of SLC (so excitingggg) I must say...I really outdid myself with this part, I am so excited for you guys to read. I hope you enjoy💗

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

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

tags: 18+(MDNI), slow burn, flirty banter, teasing, kissing, lots of touching, dirty talk, pussy eating, jey is a certified munch ™, daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys!), breast sucking, biting, fingering, choking, spanking, lotssss of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, pet names ( pretty girl, baby, mama, baby girl ), roughhhhh sex, squirting, creampie, aftercare, they're falling in luvvvvvvv.

word count: 6k words (she's longgggg)

read part one here!

read part two here!

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The club smelled like money and perfume, the air thick with bass-heavy music and the hum of people celebrating anything and everything. Cherise moved through it all, ready to head out, her bag slung over her shoulder and her feet aching from a long night of dancing. She paused when she saw Trinity perched in Jimmy’s lap near the bar.

It had become a routine.

Trinity and Jimmy were all over each other every night, and Cherise could barely remember the last time she’d seen either of them without the other. Jimmy had made it clear—Trinity wasn’t just a fling for him, even if their relationship was unconventional.

And then there was Jey.

Her phone vibrated in her hand, and her chest tightened.

Jey: What time you off, baby girl?

Her lips curved into a small smile.

They’d been texting constantly since that night in the VIP room, their conversations flirty and teasing, but deeper, too. They talked about any and everything. And somehow, in between all of that, she found herself softening toward him, her usual walls starting to slip.

Before she could type a reply, Trinity’s voice pulled her from her thoughts.

"Girl, you gon’ stand there lookin’ dreamy or you gon’ say hi?"

Cherise blinked, stuffing her phone into her bag as she walked over.  "Ain’t nobody dreamy over here."

Jimmy smirked, his arm draped lazily over Trinity’s waist.  "Mmm, you sure about that?  ‘Cause you lookin’ like somebody who just got a text from my brother."*

Cherise rolled her eyes. "Don’t you got somebody else to bother?"

"Nope." Jimmy grinned.  "That’s why I’m botherin’ you. So, what’s up with y’all?  You givin’ my brother a hard time, huh?"

"Ain’t nothin’ up."

Trinity raised a brow, clearly not buying it. "Girl, you know Jey don’t text just anybody like that. If he’s hittin’ you up, it’s ‘cause he likes you."

"It’s not like that," Cherise said quickly, but her cheeks were burning.  "We’re just talkin’."

"Mmm, sure." Trinity gave her a knowing look before leaning back against Jimmy’s chest.  “He likes you. He might act all tough, but Jey’s a softie underneath it."

“Duly noted,” Cherise muttered, ignoring the way her chest tightened at the thought. She said her goodbyes and headed out of the club, finally free for the night.

The cool night air hit her skin as she stepped out, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.  She was halfway to her car when she noticed a black SUV parked nearby, headlights cutting through the darkness.

And leaning against the driver’s side door?

Jey.

He was in a hoodie and sweatpants, looking so casual and comfortable it made her heart stutter.  He grinned when he saw her, his eyes doing that crinkle which made her heart skip a beat.

"Yo, what took you so long, mama?" he called out.

Cherise stopped, her brows furrowing.  "What are you doing here?"

"Waitin’ on you," he said simply, pushing off the car and walking toward her.  "C’mon, baby girl.  You know I had to see you."*

She crossed her arms, trying to ignore the fluttering in her chest.  "And you thought just poppin’ up at my job unannounced was a good idea?"

"Hell yeah." He smirked, his voice dropping into that slow, teasing drawl.  "You miss me, baby?"

"Please." She rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her, curving into a small smile. "What do you want, Joshua?”

"You."

Her stomach flipped.

"And some Waffle House," he added with a grin.  "I’m starvin’, mama.  Let me take you to get somethin’ to eat."

Cherise hesitated, but the warmth in his eyes melted her resistance.  "Fine."

♡

The late-night crowd was light, the clatter of plates and quiet hum of conversation filling the air as they slid into a booth. Cherise ordered a simple plate of waffles, bacon, and eggs, while Jey went for the All-Star Special, stacking his plate high.

"Damn, you eatin’ light tonight, mama," he teased, leaning back in his seat.  "That all you got in you?"

"*I’m not tryna eat myself into a coma like somebody across from me,” she shot back, smirking. "What, you burnin’ all them calories in the ring or somethin’?"

"Somethin’ like that." He shrugged, then leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "So, what’s up with you?  You been actin’ all mysterious since I met you. Tell me somethin’ real, baby girl."

She raised a brow, cutting into her waffle. “What you wanna know?"

“Everything.” He grinned.  "I don’t wanna talk to Candy right now. I wanna talk to Cherise."

Her hand paused for a moment, the vulnerability of his request catching her off guard. "Cherise is boring," she said lightly with a shrug, trying to brush it off.

"Nah, see, I don’t believe that." He tilted his head, watching her closely. "Tell me why you started dancin’, baby. You don’t seem like the type to be in a place like that."

She hesitated, then set her fork down, meeting his gaze. "I needed the money. Nursing school ain’t cheap, and I wasn’t tryna take out a million loans. The club gave me the flexibility I needed, and it pays the bills."

"Nursing school?" His brows lifted in surprise.  "Damn, mama. You out here savin’ lives and shit?"

"Not yet," she said with a small smile.  "But I’m workin’ on it."

Jey leaned back, his expression softening. "See?  That’s the shit I’m talkin’ about. You over here actin’ like you ain’t special, but you got your shit together, baby.  That’s sexy as hell."

Her cheeks warmed under his praise, and she quickly looked away.  "It’s not that deep, Jey."*

"Yeah, it is."* His voice was quieter now, more sincere. "You somethin’ special, Cherise. I knew that the second I saw you."*

She didn’t know how to respond, so she stayed quiet, focusing on her food.

♡

The drive back to her place was quiet but comfortable, the tension between them simmering just beneath the surface.  When they pulled up outside her apartment, she hesitated before unbuckling her seatbelt.

"You good to go, baby?” Jey asked, glancing at her.

"Yeah…" She took a breath, then looked at him.  "You wanna come up? It’s late, and I don’t want you driving back home at this hour.”

His brows lifted, a slow grin spreading across his face. "You sure, baby?"

“5 seconds and I’m changing my mind,” she said quickly, opening the door.

He chuckled, grabbing his keys and following her inside.

Her apartment was small but cozy, the faint smell of vanilla filling the air. Jey’s eyes immediately landed on the messy table near the couch, textbooks and notebooks scattered everywhere.

"Damn, mama, you really hittin’ the books like that, huh?" he teased, dropping onto the couch.

"Don’t start," she muttered, setting her bag down and slipping out of her sneakers. "You want somethin’ to drink?"

"Nah, I’m good."

She joined him on the couch, and for a moment, they just sat there in comfortable silence. But the air between them was charged, the tension from the car now crackling in the quiet space.

"C’mere," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

She let him pull her closer, her breath hitching as his hands slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him.

"You know how bad I been wantin’ this, mama?" His lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.  "Three months, baby.  I been waitin’ three long-ass months to get you like this."

Her hands pressed against his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath his hoodie. "Then what are you waitin’ for?"

Jey groaned softly, his lips crashing into hers.

"You gon’ let me kiss you again, mama?" His voice was low, teasing, a soft rasp that sent shivers racing down her spine.

"You already are," Cherise murmured, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

"Mmm… you smart, huh?" Jey chuckled softly, but the sound was swallowed by the way he finally closed the gap, his mouth claiming hers in a kiss that was hot and unrelenting.

It wasn’t careful this time.

His lips pressed firm against hers, his tongue sliding between them to taste her, to take from her, like he couldn’t hold back anymore.  Cherise let herself fall into it, her fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie as his hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips like they belonged there.

"Mmm, baby…" Jey groaned against her mouth, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down the curve of her jaw to her neck.  "You smell so fuckin’ good. You been tryna kill me, huh?"

"Jey—" Her breath hitched as his teeth grazed her pulse point, nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"Shhh…" His hands gripped her thighs, tugging her across his lap so she was straddling him.  "I got you, mama. Just let me take care of you."*

Cherise’s head tipped back as his lips continued their path, sucking gently at the sensitive skin of her throat, marking her in places only he would know were there.  His hands slid up her back, tugging at the hem of her shirt.

"Off," he muttered, his voice thick with heat.  "Lemme see you, baby."

She hesitated for half a second, her walls flickering back into place, but the look in his eyes, filled with admiration, had her giving in.

She lifted her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, leaving her in a simple lace bra that hugged her full breasts perfectly.

"Damn, Cherise…” Jey’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing the swell of her breasts. “You so fuckin’ pretty.”

Cherise felt her cheeks heat, but before she could say anything, his lips were on her collarbone, then lower, tracing the edge of her bra.

"You gon’ let me taste these, baby girl?" he murmured, his teeth gently tugging at the strap of her bra.

He didn’t wait for her to answer.

His hands reached behind her, expertly unhooking her bra and sliding it off her shoulders. The cool air kissed her bare skin for only a second before his lips replaced it, warm and wet as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

"Ohhh… fuck," Cherise moaned, her back arching as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud.

"Mmm, that’s it, pretty girl…" Jey’s voice was muffled as he moved to the other side, his teeth grazing her nipple before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. "You sound so pretty, mama. I could listen to you all night."

His hands gripped her hips, grinding her against the hard length straining beneath his sweatpants.  "You feel that, baby?  That’s all you."

"Jey…" Cherise whimpered, rolling her hips against him as heat pooled low in her stomach.

"You so fuckin’ soft, mama…" His hands slid lower, gripping her ass firmly before smacking it hard, the sound echoing in the quiet apartment. "And you move so good for me, damn."

Her nails dragged across his chest, tugging at his hoodie.  "This ain’t fair," she breathed, her voice shaky.  "Take this off."

"Whatever you want, baby girl."* Jey leaned back, yanking the hoodie over his head in one fluid motion, leaving his chest bare.

Cherise’s eyes roamed over him, taking in the broad planes of his chest, the smooth expanse of his tanned brown skin, the tribal art that decorated over his pecs, torso and arms. "You done lookin’, or you tryna touch on my tattoos?” he teased, his grin wide and cocky.

"Shut up," she muttered, but her hands were already trailing over his chest, her nails dragging lightly down his toned stomach to trace the two palm trees inked onto his side.

Jey growled low in his throat, his hands sliding back between her thighs. "Nah, baby, I think you need a reminder who in charge tonight." He shifted her off his lap, laying her back against the couch as he knelt between her legs.

"These gotta go," he murmured, tugging at the waistband of her sweats. Cherise lifted her hips, letting him slide them down along with her panties, leaving her completely bare beneath him.

Jey sat back for a moment, his gaze devouring her.  "Goddamn, mama…" His voice was thick, low, full of want.  “You so fuckin’ beautiful.”

"You talk too much," Cherise said breathlessly, her thighs clenching under his gaze.

"Mmm, you gon’ learn to love it, mama."

And then his mouth was on her. Jey’s lips pressed against the inside of her thigh, soft and slow, his warm breath making Cherise shiver.  "Shit, baby girl… you this sweet all over?"

Cherise’s head tipped back, a soft whimper escaping her lips.  "You always this talkative?”

"Only when I got somethin’ to say, pretty girl." His grin was wicked, his tongue sliding out to tease her just barely where she wanted him.  "And I got plenty to say about this pretty lil’ pussy."

"Jey—"

"Shhh…" His hands spread her thighs wider, his lips brushing the slick heat of her folds.  "Relax for me, mama.  Let me take care of you." The first swipe of his tongue was slow, deliberate, dragging from her entrance to her clit, and Cherise jerked, her thighs trembling under his firm grip.

"Mmm…" Jey groaned, his tongue swirling around her swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth.  "Yeah, baby. I know that’s what you wanted.” Cherise’s hips bucked against his mouth, but Jey held her down, his broad shoulders anchoring her as he worked her with slow, messy precision.

"Oh my God…" Her fingers threaded through his short curls, pulling tight as her body arched under him.  "Jey—fuck—"

"Mmm, nah, you talked all that shit earlier, let daddy handle you,” he murmured against her, his voice sending vibrations straight to her core. Her entire body shuddered, and Jey chuckled low, dark.  "Yeah, that’s what I thought. You like that, huh, pretty girl?"

Cherise couldn’t answer, couldn’t think.

His tongue moved with purpose, flicking and circling her clit, while his fingers slid up her thigh, teasing her entrance before slipping inside.

"Shit… you so tight, mama," he groaned, pumping his fingers deep and slow.  "You been holdin’ out on me, huh?"

"F-fuck—" Cherise’s nails dragged down his scalp, her thighs trembling as heat built low in her belly.

"You close, baby girl?" Jey’s voice was gravelly, thick with lust as he curled his fingers just right.  "C’mon, mama… I wanna feel you cum for me."

"Ohhh—fuck!  Jey—daddy—"

Her body shattered, her climax crashing over her in waves, her thighs locking around his head as he stayed right there, his mouth and fingers working her through every pulse and tremor.

Jey groaned, licking her through her high, his hands sliding up her waist to steady her.  "Good girl…"

Cherise’s thighs still trembled. She could still feel the ghost of his lips against her clit, still feel the way he’d moaned against her, dragging her through that orgasm until her whole body shook.

Jey was leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his bare chest rising and falling as he watched her with those hungry, hooded eyes. His lips were still slick from from tasting her, his fingers still damp with her arousal, and she swore she could see the way his cock strained against the fabric of his sweatpants, a thick, hard outline that made her mouth water.

"Shit, pretty girl," Jey murmured, his voice thick and heavy. “You lookin’ at me like you hungry or somethin’."

Cherise licked her lips, crawling between his legs, letting her hands slide up his thighs—feeling how tense he was, how much he was holding back.

"Maybe I am," she murmured, her nails scratching lightly over his skin.

Jey exhaled a slow, shaky breath, watching her closely.  "Yeah?  You gon’ take care of me, baby?"

"Mhmm." Cherise dragged her nails higher, feeling the way his thighs tensed under her touch.  "I think you earned it."

"Fuck…" He let his head tip back for a second before fixing her with that lazy, knowing smirk.  "Go on, then, baby girl.  Show me what you got."

Cherise wasted no time.

She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down just enough to free his cock, and fuck…he was big. Thick, heavy, veined and perfect, with a soft curve that made her stomach flip. The tip was flushed, already leaking, evidence of how much he wanted her.

She dragged her fingers along his length, just teasing, just watching the way his stomach tensed beneath her touch.

"Shit, baby…" Jey hissed, his hips jerking slightly as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slow, lazy, teasing.

“I wonder how much you been thinkin’ about this,” she says, her voice smooth, sultry. She leaned in, letting her warm breath brush over his tip.

Jey exhaled a rough, shaky breath, his grip tightening on his thigh.  "You got no fuckin’ idea, baby girl.  I been dyin’ to feel that pretty mouth."

"Mmm." Cherise smirked, then dragged her tongue along the underside of his length, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt and heat of him. Jey groaned deep in his chest, his hand flexing at his side like he was resisting the urge to grab her hair.

Good.

She wanted to make him lose control…just a little.

She let her lips brush against the tip, teasing, before flicking her tongue against it, soft and slow. Then, without warning, she wrapped her mouth around him, taking him in deep all at once.

"Fuuuck—" Jey’s head slammed back against the couch, his hips bucking up as his hand flew to the back of her head. "Ohhh, shit, baby girl… just like that."

Cherise hummed around him, sucking hard, her tongue dragging along every ridge and vein, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper.

Jey cursed under his breath, his grip tightening in her hair.

"Shit—look at you, baby… takin’ me so fuckin’ good." His voice was rough, strained, almost desperate.

Cherise let him slip from her lips with a filthy pop, her hand stroking his length slow, teasing.  "You like that, daddy?"

Jey let out a deep, shuddering groan, his thighs shaking beneath her.  "You tryna fuckin’ kill me, baby…"

She grinned, then took him back into her mouth, sinking even lower this time, letting her tongue press against that thick vein, letting her gag just slightly when he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, Cherise—" Jey’s voice broke, his hips jerking up, his grip in her hair guiding her, pulling her down deeper.

She let him.

She let him fuck her mouth, let him use her the way he needed, let herself get messy, spit dripping down her chin, her throat tightening around him every time he pushed a little deeper.

"Yeah, that’s my girl," he groaned, his voice shaking, his abs flexing under her touch.  "Takin’ me so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. Such a good fuckin’ girl for me."

She moaned around him, letting her hand slip between her own legs, her fingers sliding through the mess he had already made of her.

Jey noticed immediately.

His grip tightened in her hair, pulling her back just enough to make her gasp.

"Ohhh, what you doin’ down there, huh?" His dark eyes locked onto hers, his chest rising and falling. "You gettin’ yourself off while you suck on daddy?”

Cherise bit her lip, panting, still stroking his cock slow.

"Answer me, baby." His grip on her hair tightened just a little more.

"Mhmm," she whispered, her thighs trembling.  "I can’t help it."

Jey exhaled a slow, shaky breath, then pulled her up tugging her into his lap, pressing his fingers between her thighs, groaning when he felt just how wet she was.

"Damn, mama,” he murmured, sliding his fingers through her slick folds. "You really this messy for me?"

Cherise whimpered, rocking against his hand. "You already know."

"Mmm, I do." He pushed two fingers inside her, slow and deep, making her gasp, her body clenching around him.

"Jey—fuck—"

He curled his fingers, his thumb circling her clit, his eyes locked on her face as he worked her open. "This mine now, pretty girl," he growled, his free hand gripping her throat just enough to make her shiver.  You understand me?"

Cherise could barely breathe. "Y-yes.!“

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy...fuck!”

Jey groaned, his fingers fucking into her harder, faster.  "You so fuckin’ good for me, baby. You ready for this dick, huh?"

"Yes..please,”

"Good."

And then, in one fluid motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach, his hand pressing between her shoulder blades as he lined himself up behind her.

"You gon’ to take all this dick, pretty girl?" His voice was a deep, hungry rasp, his cock pressing tapped against her folds, teasing.

Cherise whimpered. “Yes, please Jey…”

"Good girl."

And then he pressed into her, and everything else just seemed to not matter. 

Jey stared up at her, his hands resting heavy on her waist, his grip just enough to remind her that he was still in control, even with her on top. "Go ‘head, baby," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp, thick with heat. "Show me what you got."

Cherise’s thighs trembled, but she didn’t let that deter her. She lifted her hips just slightly, dragging herself up his thick, aching length before sinking down slow, deep, taking every inch.

Jey let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the couch. "Ohhh, shit, baby… you feel too fuckin’ good."

She moaned, rolling her hips, letting herself feel every inch of him stretch her open, fill her completely.  "J-Jey—"

"Mmm, you takin’ me so good, pretty girl," he murmured, his hands sliding up her thighs, gripping them, feeling them shake under his palms. "Shit, you holdin’ me tight as fuck."

Cherise bit her lip, picking up her pace, her nails digging into his chest as she bounced on his dick, each movement making her whimper. "F-fuck, you so deep—" she gasped, her head tilting back.

"Yeah, baby? I’m right where I need to be, huh?" Jey groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter, guiding her movements. "Keep ridin’ daddy, pretty girl. Don’t run from it."

She sure as hell didn’t.

She rode him deep and slow at first, dragging it out, making him feel every damn stroke, every squeeze of her tight, warm pussy. "Shit, Cherise—" Jey cursed under his breath, his jaw clenching.  "You tryna make me lose my fuckin’ mind, huh?"

She smirked through her whimpers, rolling her hips in slow circles, making his cock drag against her most sensitive spots.  "M-maybe I am…”

Jey grunted, his abs tensing.  "Yeah?  You think you in control, huh, baby?"

Cherise gasped as he grabbed a handful of her ass, smacking it hard, the sound echoing through the room.

"Ahhh fuck—“

"Nah, keep goin’, baby," he muttered, his voice thick, strained. "I wanna see you fuck me...just like that. Make yourself cum on my dick."

Her thighs burned, her breath shuddering, but she did exactly that—rolling, grinding, bouncing on him, faster, deeper, her walls tightening around him.

"Ohhh, fuck—fuck—Jey, I’m—"

Jey groaned, his fingers bruising her waist, forcing her down onto him harder, deeper.  "Yeah, that’s right, pretty girl.  Cum on me."

Her whole body tensed.

A sharp, shattering moan spilled from her lips as her pussy pulsed around him, her orgasm ripping through her so hard her vision blurred.

Jey watched it all, felt it all.

"Fuuuuck, baby girl," he groaned, his eyes dark, watching the way she trembled, the way she soaked his cock, dripping all over his thighs.  "That’s right, baby, look at you… makin’ a whole fuckin’ mess on me."

She could feel it—her slick dripping down his length, wetting his stomach, coating his skin.

And she was still shaking, still sensitive, still gasping for air.

Jey wasn’t done.

He flipped her over onto her stomach, pressing her down against the couch, his cock still deep inside her.

"Nah, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing the back of her neck.  "We ain’t finished yet."

Cherise whimpered, her legs still shaking.  "Jey, I—"

"I got you, pretty girl," he muttered, his voice soft but commanding.  "Just take it."

He pressed back into her. Deep. Slow. Every single thrust dragging against her sensitive, overstimulated pussy, making her cry out, making her body shake.

"Jey—fuck—too much—"

"Nah, baby, you can take it," he groaned, his fingers slipping around her throat, tilting her head back just enough for his lips to brush her ear. "You my good girl, ain’t you?”

Her whole body shuddered.

"Y-yeah—fuck, yes I’m your good girl-“

"That’s right," he murmured, his pace picking up, rougher, deeper.  "Then take this dick just like that."

Cherise let out a high, wrecked moan, her nails clawing at the couch, her body on fire, shaking, so fucking close to breaking.

"You close again, pretty girl?" Jey felt the way her pussy clenched up around him, the way she got even wetter, even sloppier.

"Mhmm—fuck, I’m-!”

"Go ‘head, baby," he grunted, his grip tightening on her throat.  "Lemme feel you cum again.  Gimme one more."

Her orgasm hit her so hard she screamed his name, her body tensing up, her pussy squeezing him tight, shaking uncontrollably as she gushed all over him, soaking the couch, dripping down her thighs.

Jey groaned deep, dark, filthy.

"Goddamn, baby," he muttered, watching the mess she made.  "You just keep squirtin’ on me, huh? My baby girl so nasty huh?”

Cherise couldn’t speak.

She was twitching, whimpering, lost in the pleasure.

Jey was right behind her.

"Fuck, baby—" His grip on her waist tightened, his strokes turning rough, erratic, deep as hell.  "Shit—gimme that nut, baby—take it—"

And then he buried himself deep, groaning loud as he came, filling her up so good she felt it everywhere. He collapsed against her back, his breath ragged, heavy, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close.

Jey’s grip on her waist never loosened.  Even after they both caught their breath, after the sweat cooled between them, after the last tremor of pleasure ran through her legs—he still had her locked in his arms, his chest warm and solid against her back.

Cherise was still floating, her body heavy, satisfied, her cheek resting against Jey’s bare shoulder.  She could feel his heartbeat steady and slow beneath her fingertips.

"You still with me, baby?" Jey murmured, his lips brushing her temple, his voice thick, deep, kinda smug.

Cherise let out a slow breath, her body still boneless and warm.  "Mmm… barely."

Jey chuckled, his grip tightening, his fingers brushing slow circles into her hip.  "That’s what I like to hear."

She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t move.

Didn’t wanna.

And Jey wasn’t letting go either.

For a long moment, they just lay there, tangled in each other, comfortable and quiet, with only the soft hum of the city outside filling the room.

Until Jey, being himself, opened his mouth.

"You know, you ain’t even say thank you."

Cherise’s head shot up, her brows scrunching.  "Huh?"

Jey smirked down at her, looking too damn pleased with himself.  "I mean, I just rocked your lil’ world, baby.  A ‘thank you, Daddy’ would be real nice."

Cherise shoved at his chest, rolling her eyes.  "Oh my God, shut up."

Jey cracked up laughing, gripping her waist before she could wriggle away.  "Aww, c’mon, baby girl.  I’m just sayin’.  Show some appreciation."

Cherise gave him a look. “Boy, I just let you nut in me and you worried about a thank you?"

Jey grinned, biting his lip.  "Mmm, yeah.  That was real generous of you."

She groaned, grabbing a pillow and shoving it in his face.  "You get on my damn nerves, Jey."

Jey just laughed harder, pulling the pillow away and flipping her onto her back, pinning her down.

"You love it, pretty girl," he murmured, his grin softening, his eyes lazily tracing over her face.

Cherise’s stomach flipped.

Because he looked at her different now.  Not just like he wanted her, but like he liked her.  Like he was studying her.

Like he wanted to keep her.

Her heart started beating too fast, so she rolled her eyes again and shoved at his chest.  "You gettin’ real comfortable, huh?"

Jey didn’t move, didn’t even try.  "Mmhmm." He smirked.  "You actin’ like you ain’t just gimme your soul five minutes ago."

Cherise gasped, pushing him harder.  "Jey—shut the hell up!"

Jey was laughing, dropping his forehead against her shoulder, his broad back shaking.  "Aight, aight, baby, I’ll stop.  Damn."

Cherise huffed, but she was smiling now, her fingers brushing over the back of his neck.

Her fingers trailed across his stomach, her nails lightly scratching over the tribal ink that stretched down to his side, tracing every sharp line and intricate detail.

"I always loved your tattoos," she murmured, her voice soft in the quiet. "But I never got a real good look before."

Jey smirked, his voice now in a softer tone. “Yeah? You a fan of ‘em, mama?”

“I think they’re beautiful,” she whispers, dragging her nails up his arm now, following the curve of the ink that stretched over his thick bicep. Her fingers stopped on his bicep, tracing over the butterfly inked inside it.

Jey hummed, his eyes flicking down to where she was touching.  "That one caught your eye, huh?"

"Yeah," Cherise murmured, her thumb brushing over the design.  It stood out from the rest—softer, more delicate than the other bold tribal ink on his body.  "What’s the story behind it?"

Jey was quiet for a beat, his fingers playing with the ends of her braids.

"That one’s personal," he said finally, his voice softer.  "Most of my ink is family shit, tribal heritage… but the butterfly?" He exhaled, his gaze distant.  "That one’s just for me."

Cherise didn’t press. She just traced it again, softer this time.

"The butterfly…" He licked his lips, gazing up at the ceiling like he was choosing his words carefully.  "I got it after a real… rough time in my life. Before I broke out as a singles wrestler, before the Bloodline shit, before everything. I was just… lost."

Cherise listened intently, her fingers still brushing over the ink.

Jey exhaled slowly.

"I had to change.  Had to break out of some old shit, get my mind right.  I told myself I wasn’t gon’ stay stuck in my past, in my own doubts. That I was gon’ transform into the man I wanted to be."

He glanced at her, then back at the ceiling.

"The butterfly’s for that. A reminder that I ain’t that same person no more."

Cherise’s chest tightened.

She understood.

More than he knew.

She was quiet for a moment, then leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the inked skin.

Jey stilled for a moment.

“You’re somethin’ else you know that right?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Only you would be the person to get me all sentimental and shit.” Cherise just grinned softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Maybe that was my plan all along.”

Jey hummed, his arms tightening around her, his fingers brushing her lower back.

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Aight, baby girl, as much as I love layin’ here wit’ you naked and sweaty, we need to hit that shower ‘fore we get stuck to this couch."

Cherise snorted, smacking his chest.  "Ew, don’t say it like that."

♡

Ten minutes later, they were freshly showered, Cherise in one of her oversized t-shirts, Jey in nothing but his boxers, both curled up in her bed.

Cherise lay on her stomach, twisting a section of her damp braids, while Jey lay on his back, one arm slung over his forehead, the other lazily stroking up and down her back.

"You really just popped up at my job," she murmured, glancing at him.

Jey smirked, eyes half-lidded.  "And?"

Cherise rolled her eyes, biting back a smile.  "And you real bold, Joshua."

Jey grinned, his dimples deep.  "You liked it, though."

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

He already knew.

After a moment, she shifted, laying her head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat.

Jey’s hand slid into her hair, playing with the braids at the nape of her neck.

They lay there in silence for a minute, just breathing each other in.

"You gon’ let me see you outside the club again?" Jey finally asked, his voice low, careful.

Cherise hesitated, her fingers tracing the ink on his chest.

"Maybe," she murmured. “"I don’t usually do this."

Jey tilted his head, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched her.  "What, let dudes blow your back out then sleep in your bed?"

Cherise burst out laughing, shoving his chest. "Shut up, dumbass."

Jey chuckled, gripping her wrist before she could pull away, pulling her right back where she was.

"That ain’t what I meant," she muttered, biting her lip.

Jey’s fingers hooked beneath her chin, tilting her face up to his.  "Then tell me what you meant, baby."

Cherise hesitated once again.

She didn’t know how to explain it.

How she never really let people get close, how her bed was usually just hers, how she didn’t even let dudes stick around long enough to see her without her stripper persona wrapped around her like armor.

How it felt different with him.

Like her walls weren’t up the way they should’ve been.

Jey must've seen something on her face, because he stroked his thumb along her bottom lip, soft, slow.

"You think too much Cherise,” he murmured, leaning down, brushing his lips against hers.

Cherise exhaled a slow breath, letting herself sink into him, letting herself kiss him back.

This one was different.

Slow.  Deep.  Lazy.

Like they had all the time in the world.

Jey groaned softly into her mouth, his hand slipping under her t-shirt, resting on her bare waist.  Not to start something. Just to feel her.

To keep her right there.

"Mmm," Cherise hummed, her lips brushing his as she pulled back.  "You always this affectionate?"

Jey smirked, his fingers stroking her skin. “Only with girls I like."

Cherise rolled her eyes.  "Mmm. You run game on all your little stripper crushes like this?" Jey chuckled, gripping her hip, squeezing just enough to make her squirm. "Ain’t my fault you special, baby girl," he murmured.

Cherise’s stomach flipped, but she played it off, trailing her fingers over the butterfly on his bicep again.

Jey watched her, his eyes heavy with something unreadable.

"You really like that tattoo, huh?" he murmured.

Cherise shrugged, running her nails lightly over the ink.  "I like what it means to you."

Jey let out a slow breath, gripping her thigh, pulling her even closer.

"You know…you remind me of it.” he said suddenly.

Cherise blinked, tilting her head.  "What?"

Jey smirked, pressing his lips to her temple, lingering there for a beat.

"You the same way, pretty girl," he murmured, his voice low, smooth.  "Tryna act like you ain’t changed, but I bet you ain’t the same girl you was a few years ago, huh?"

Cherise’s breath hitched.

He wasn’t wrong.

She just didn’t think he’d see through her so easily.

She swallowed, her nails grazing his stomach, her voice quieter now.  "And who do you think I am now?"

Jey didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he rolled her onto her back, leaning over her, his body caging hers in, one hand propped by her head, the other still gripping her thigh.

His gaze was steady, unflinching.

"I think you a woman who knows what she wants,” he said, voice low, deep, thick with something that made her heart skip a beat. "I think you smart, I think you strong as hell, I think you way too fine for your own damn good, and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”

Cherise bit her lip, her pulse skittering beneath her skin.

Jey smirked, leaning in, his nose brushing hers.

"And I think you vibin’ with me," he murmured, his lips grazing hers.  "Even if you don’t wanna admit it."

Cherise exhaled a slow breath, her fingers sliding into his curls, gripping just enough to make him groan.

"I might be," she whispered.

Jey grinned, kissing her forehead, his hand sliding higher up her thigh.

"Mmm. Guess I’ma have to stick around and find out then, huh?"

Cherise smirked, tugging his face closer.

"Guess so."

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Can you do a Valentine’s Day story with Kenny Omega x Fem Reader ?

Kenny and the reader are married and have a romantic night together consisting of dinner , and a romantic bath leading into love making. Thanks in advance!

You Taste Better // Kenny Omega x Reader

Author’s Note -> Happy Valentine’s Day! I’ve been so busy recently between moving, visiting family, and then some things that have come up but I’m hoping I get a little more consistent with writing pretty soon. I’m not usually one to write about fluffy stuff like this, but since the day calls for it I guess I’ll do it.. just this once 😉 as always, happy reading!

Pairings -> Kenny Omega x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Fluff galore, Cursing, Hickies, Fingering, Handjob, Unprotected P in V, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 2.3k

Valentine’s Day: a day for extravagant gestures, lavish gifts, and world-class dinners. But this year, your first Valentine’s Day married to Kenny, things would look differently. He insisted– begged even, that the two of you stay home and he’d handle everything.

“I got this,” he’d said confidently this morning, kissing your forehead and disappearing into the kitchen.

But now, as you stood in the doorway, arms crossed in amusement, you watched your husband fumble his way through cooking dinner for the two of you. Adorned in a simple black tee and sweatpants, Kenny was the epitome of domestic charm– if not a little bit chaotic. Steak sizzles in a pan while a pot of mashed potatoes sits abandoned on the counter, a wooden spoon resting near the edge of the countertop.

“You’re supposed to stir those, babe,” you pointed out, holding back laughter.

Kenny turned, a sheepish grin on his face. “I was… getting to it.”

You shake your head, walking over to him and taking the utensil from him, giving the potatoes a much needed stir. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, planting a soft kiss to your hair and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re interfering with my master plan,” he murmurs, lips brushing the skin under your ear.

“You looked like you needed some help, babe.”

“I’ll admit to needing you, but that’s nothing new.” His hands slide down your waist, pulling you closer to him. You breathe out a sigh, now having your own troubles focusing on the potatoes. He chuckles at you, kissing your temple before pulling away to finish with the steaks. 

Dinner eventually made its way to the table– not perfect by any means but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You and Kenny sit across from each other, candlelight flickering between you, casting a warm glow on his face. He pours you a glass of wine, making a toast to another year together.

“To my beautiful wife,” he says, his voice soft now. “The one person makes every win, every loss, and everything in between worth it.”

Your heart melts at his words and you know for a fact that right now, there is no place you’d rather be than here. No five-star restaurant, no elaborate trip, nothing could compare to the serenity of this moment. As chaotic as it was trying to get dinner together, you wouldn’t trade this for the world.

You continue with dinner, making conversation and occasionally flirting and cracking jokes back and forth as you finish your meal. The two of you finish eating and Kenny stands first, gathering your plates and placing them in the kitchen before coming back to the table and extending his hand to yours– taking it and leading you upstairs. The second you step foot into the bathroom, your breath hitches in your throat. The tub was already filled with warm water and full of bubbles, the air thick with the soothing scent of vanilla and sandalwood. Rose petals decorated the water and tile floor, with dozens of candles flickering around the room– the only source of light.

You turn to him. “When did you do all this?”

Kenny smirks. “I have my ways.”

With gentle hands he undresses you, his fingers trailing slowly down your arms before guiding you into the water. Warmth envelopes you, relaxing your muscles as you watch Kenny undress himself. He slips in behind you, pulling you into his chest. His arms snake around your waist as he presses a soft kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he murmurs.

You lean back against him, sighing contentedly. “Best one yet, baby.”

The two of you relax in each other’s embrace, soaking in the moment– one that you don’t get often with how often he’s on the road. You feel the water ripple beside you as he brings his arms out of the water, cupping water in his hands as he rinses your hair. He reaches for your shampoo– the one you bought specifically because he loves the scent, and gathers some in his hands before lathering it and bringing his hands to your hair. He massages your scalp, his hands warm and deliberate, working the soap through your roots and ends before rinsing it out. He follows with body wash, his body wash, and rubs the skin along your shoulders and chest– kneading the tension out of your muscles. The soft glide of his fingers sends shivers along your spine and soon his lips follow, brushing the sensitive skin of your ear once more.

“Kenny…” Your voice barely whispers.

He hums, his hands drifting lower. “I told you– I got this.”

The water ripples as he turns you to face him, rinsing the soap from your body. He watches the water cascade from your skin, his eyes dark with something deeper than just affection, then brings his hand to your cheek. His thumb brushes your lips before capturing them in a kiss– slow, passionate, and filled with all the love in the world.

You melt in his arms, your fingers threading through his damp hair as his hands explore your body under the water. His touch is gentle yet firm, teasing yet possessive. The steam wraps around you both, the heat between you far exceeding that of the water.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his lips swollen and red from the kissing, his breathing heavy. “You are so damn beautiful.”

Your heart races as he trails his kisses lower, his mouth finding the most sensitive spots along your neck, your collarbone, and lower still. His fingers ghost over your thigh, spreading warmth in their wake. 

“I think we need to take this somewhere more… comfortable,” he whispers, his voice husky.

You nod, breathless, as he stood, water dripping from his toned body. He holds out his hand, helping you out of the tub before wrapping a plush towel around you. But the moment your feet touch the floor, he lifts you into his arms, carrying you into the bedroom. You take in the sights around you– rose petals scattering across the bedroom floor and your shared bed, a bottle of Dom Pérignon resting on ice, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries.

A giggle escapes you. “So, dinner and a bath weren’t enough?”

Kenny smirks, sitting you on the bed gently. “Oh love,” he murmurs, he presses a kiss to your cheek, “the night’s just getting started. Here,” He hands you a flute of champagne. “To us.”

You both sip your glasses as he reaches for a strawberry, swirling it in the air playfully before bringing it to your lips.

“You know, they say strawberries are an aphrodisiac.”

You smirk, staring into his eyes as you take a slow bite, your fingers brushing his. “Mmm… then I guess you’re trying to get me in trouble tonight.”

He laughs, taking another sip of his champagne. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just celebrating.”

You raise your glass to his, your eyes darkening with something deeper. “To celebrating, then. And to you– my favorite indulgence.”

You clink glasses, sipping slowly, your eyes locked on one another over the rim. You reach for a strawberry, holding it between your fingers before pressing it gently against his lips.

“Your turn.”

He takes a bite, licking a stray bit of chocolate from his lip. “Delicious. But I think you taste even better.”

He groans softly, setting his glass aside before leaning in, his fingers tilting your chin up. Your lips meet, warm and unhurried, tasting of champagne and chocolate. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you closer and guiding you towards the center of the bed. Your fingers intertwine themselves in his hair, tugging gently at the strands along the nape of his neck, drawing a soft groan from his lips. The towels that had clung to your bodies were now long gone, laying on the floor in a heap as you were now chest to chest– skin to skin. The warmth radiated between you, heartbeats in sync, moving together as one. 

His fingers trail down your body faintly, ghosting along your freshly bathed skin directly where you needed him most. They danced along the flesh of your thighs, moving ever so delicately towards your aching heat as his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and gently sucking fresh marks along your jaw. You whine in a mixture of pleasure and frustration, your body calling to him for more. 

“Be patient, baby,” he breathes into your skin, “I’m in no rush tonight.”

Kenny’s lips find yours once more and you sigh in content, his fingers growing closer and closer to your glistening core. You shiver when his digits finally reach you, your eyes fluttering closed as he drags his fingers through your wetness, finding your clit and rubbing soft circles into the swollen bud. You hiss, your head falling onto the mattress as you finally feel relief from this burning tension. Your hips unconsciously follow his movements, your body desperate for more– dying for more.

You weren’t the only one silently begging for release, however, as his hardened cock pressed into your thigh– and for a moment you swore you could practically feel him throbbing against you. You wrap your fingers around his shaft, pumping his cock with your hand, earning a guttural moan from him. His head falls in the crook of your neck, soft moans and groans being breathed into your ear as you stroked him. It was then that his fingers teased your entrance, entering you one at a time, and thrusting into you with slow and deliberate movements.

His voice is husky and full of lust as he whispers in your ear, “Fuck, Y/N… still so fuckin’ tight for me…”

“Means you gotta fuck me more, baby,” you breathe out, the curling of his fingers inside you having you nearly breathless.

He growls, lifting his head and resting his forehead on yours. His eyes are trained on you, watching your face contort with the slow thrust of his fingers as he himself tries to keep his composure from your touch on his cock. He pulls himself away from your hand, removing his fingers from inside you much to your protest, and instead teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.

“Later. Right now,” his lips brush against yours, mere centimeters away from pressing them together again, “I wanna make love to you, baby.”

You gasp as his length slowly enters you, stretching you around him– your walls molding to the size of him. You’ve had sex with Kenny countless times, but he never fails to take your breath away every time he pushes himself inside you. His eyes stare into yours as you bite your lip, and you’re convinced you’ve drawn blood, but all of your thoughts melt away as Kenny stares at you lovingly while he buries himself deeper inside you. He stops as he’s bottomed out inside you, a breathy moan falling from his lips as he locks your lips again, devoting every ounce of love and passion into the kiss. He doesn’t stop kissing you as he begins to rock his hips against yours, his cock slowly thrusting inside you.

Whimpers and moans escape you with every movement of his hips, your body overcome with pleasure as he delivers on his promise to make love to you. He pulls away from your lips, breathing heavier as he brings your legs to his hips, letting them interlock around his waist as his slow thrusts continue. You moan his name like a mantra, the sounds of your lovemaking echoing your shared bedroom. 

“O–oh, Kenny…”

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so beautiful.” He peppers kisses along your cheeks, and with each new location they find he utters compliments, affirmations, and most of all– proclamations of his love for you. He feels your pussy flutter around him with each sentence, your body telling him you believe each word that falls from his lips, but most importantly– that you’re close to your release. His fingers find your clit once more, resuming his soft circling motions which makes you cry out for him even more. 

“K–Kenny, baby, I–”

“Eyes on me, baby…” he mutters, “Wanna watch you cum for me. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes open to his already looking into yours, and you feel it. The love, the passion, the desire, all combined and manifested into one single gaze. It’s this gaze that sends you over the edge, your orgasm rippling through you– powerful and warm, just like him. His follows suit, his eyes never leaving yours as he releases himself inside you.

The two of you ride out your respective orgasms together, heartbeats still as one, the rise and fall of your chests in unison. Nothing else matters in this moment, the entire world has completely faded from existence– it’s just you and Kenny. The two of you. Together as one.

He pulls out of you slowly and you whine at the loss, feeling incomplete without him consuming every ounce of you, and he chuckles– pulling you into his chest. 

“So, how’d I do, baby?” he mutters, placing a kiss below your ear.

“Not too bad, so long as you don’t forget about those candles like you did the potatoes.” You giggle, gesturing to the candles in the bathroom, still burning bright.

“Fuck!” Kenny scrambles out of bed, running to the bathroom as you laugh at him, your heart full of nothing but love and admiration– despite the domestic chaos. 

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Dripping // Will Ospreay x Reader

Author’s Note -> Been sitting on this idea for a while but I moved states so I had to put it on pause– figured I’d use it as a little bit of a palate cleanser before jumping into more requests! And who better than my fav 🥰 first AEW one shot too! Lmk what you think and, as always, happy reading! 🙂‍↕️

Pairings -> Will Ospreay x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Cursing, Slight angst, Blood play, Nipple Play, Hickies, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.6k

‼️Trigger Warning: Blood‼️

You were snapped out of your trance by Will slamming open the locker room door, the sharp sound echoing through the halls of the backstage area. His face is a mess of dried blood and sweat, a nasty cut on his temple leaking fresh crimson. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths and his hair is damp with a mixture of sweat and blood, clinging to his forehead in wild curls. You’ve been waiting in his locker room to tend to him, first aid kit in hand, but the intensity radiating from the man freezes you where you stand.

He brushes past you, throwing a blood-stained towel onto the bench with a frustrated sigh. You can’t help but watch as he rakes his fingers through his hair, his movements sharp. Every muscle in his body is taut, his frustration from his match practically radiating off of him. You attempt to speak but before you can do that he spins around, his piercing eyes locking onto you.

“You just going to stand there?” he snaps, his voice low and full of grit.

You swallow hard, clutching the first aid kit tightly. The air feels thick, his anger palpable, yet despite the warning in his tone you’re drawn to him. Maybe even because of it.

“I came to check on you,” you manage to say, your voice softer than intended. His eyes narrow, but there’s a flicker of something else beneath his anger– curiosity, or maybe, challenge.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he growls, turning away from you to grab the towel again. He roughly wipes at his face, but all it does is smear the blood further, leaving streaks of red down his cheeks and neck.

“Doesn’t look like it,” you reply, surprising yourself with the firmness in your tone. You set down the first-aid kit and cross the room to him, stopping just out of arm's reach. He stiffens, but doesn’t move away.

Up close, you notice every detail: the bruises forming along his knuckles, the tension in his jaw as he grits his teeth, the way his chest heaves with every breath. The blood on his face only sharpens his already striking features, and the raw energy radiating from him sends a shiver down your spine. 

“You’re gonna need stitches, Will,” you say, pointing to the gash on his temple.

“I said I’m fine,” he snaps again, though his voice lacks the same venom as before. He turns to face you fully, his green eyes locking onto yours. “Why are you still here?”

You hesitate, searching for the right words, but all you can think about is how disheveled and angry and utterly captivating he looks. Against all rhyme and reason, the sight of him like this– raw, unguarded– sparks something within you.

“Maybe because you look like you could use someone who isn’t scared to tell you the truth,” you respond, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest.

He blinks hard, caught off guard for a moment, before a smirk tugs at his lips– a sharp, dangerous thing that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Is that so?” he challenges.

You nod, stepping closer. “Yeah.. and the truth is, you’re an absolute fuckin’ mess, but…” Your eyes linger on the blood streaked across his face, your pulse racing as you meet his gaze once more. “It suits you.”

For a moment his anger dissipates, replaced by something darker– something more calculated. His eyes flicker down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. The air between you feels electric, the tension sharp enough to cut through.

“Careful,” he murmurs, his voice low and dripping with warning. “You might not like where that talk gets you.”

You swallow hard but hold your ground. “Maybe I do,” you say, the words out before you can stop yourself.

His smirk deepens and, for a moment, the frustration and exhaustion in his posture seems to melt away, replaced by pure intrigue. He steps closer, close enough that you can feel his heat radiating off of him, and tilts his head slightly. The cut on his forehead is still bleeding, but he doesn’t seem to notice– or care.

“Is that so?” he retorts, his voice a low rumble. His hand twitches at his side, almost like he’s debating whether or not to close the distance.

You don’t flinch, your eyes never leaving his. “It is.”

Neither of you move. The tension is thick, the air between you heavy with unspoken words. Then, as if to test you, he leans in, his voice dropping lower.

“You’re playing with fire, love,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. 

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Maybe I like the burn.” 

For the first time since he stormed in, his gaze softens, just slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitch in what might almost be a real smile. The anger in his eyes has faded, replaced by something more complex– something that feels like a reward and a challenge all at once.

“You’re something else,” he mutters, shaking his head slightly as he finally takes a step back and sits on the bench. But the way his eyes linger tells you he’s far from dismissing you.

As he grabs the towel again and starts wiping at his face, you silently grab the first-aid kit from the counter. He doesn’t stop you this time as you step forward, your fingers brushing against his hand as you take the towel away.

“Let me,” you whisper softly, and for once, he doesn’t argue.

He glances up, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, you thought you saw something soften, but then his jaw tightened and he leaned back, gesturing to his face. “Do what you’ve gotta do.”

You stepped closer, tilting his chin slightly to get a better look at the wound. The proximity makes your breath hitch– he was even more striking this close, his intensity nearly overwhelming.

“This might sting,” you warn, dabbing a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic on the cut.

He hissed through his teeth, his hand twitching before gripping the edge of the bench. “Bloody hell, Y/N, you trying to kill me?”

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Don’t be dramatic. You’ve been through worse.”

His gaze flicked to you, a hint of amusement breaking through. “You’ve been watching my matches, then?”

You falter for a moment, the teasing in his voice catching you off guard. “It’s part of the job,” you reply, focusing on cleaning the wound to avoid his eyes.

“Right,” he drawled, his tone dripping with skepticism. “And I’m guessing you just happened to be watching tonight?”

Your cheeks heat up, but you keep your composure. “Like I said, it’s my job.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rough. “You’re not very good at hiding it, you know.”

“Hiding what?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you reached for the bandages.

“The way you’re looking at me,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “Like you don’t know whether to patch me up or pin me down.”

Your hand freezes mid-air, his words sending a jolt of electricity through you. You glanced over at him, meeting his gaze, and found his smirk snugly in place. The anger he’d walked in with had been replaced by something smug, something dangerous. 

“Careful, Will,” you tease, trying to keep your voice steady as you press gauze on his cut. “You’re not as charming as you think.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between you. “Is that right? Because judging by the color of your cheeks, I’d say I’m doing alright.”

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to back down. “You should save that energy for the ring,” you shoot back, your voice tinged with amusement.

His smirk widened, and he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face. “Why waste it on a crowd when I’ve got you right here?” 

The air between you cracked with tension, the lines of professionalism blurring with every passing second. You step back slightly, needing space to catch your breath, but he didn’t let you off the hook so easily. 

“You’re good at this,” he says, nodding towards your handiwork. “But I can’t tell if you’re more interested in fixing me up or staring me down.”

“Maybe both,” you say before you can stop yourself, the words slipping out in a moment of boldness.

His eyes darkened, the teasing smile on his lips turning into something more serious. “You’ve got a dangerous mouth on you, don’t you, love?”

“Only when it’s deserved,” you reply, your voice soft but steady.

He stood to his feet, towering over you, his presence making the room feel smaller. “And do I deserve it?”

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken intent. You didn’t answer– not with words, anyway. Instead, you let the tension carry you forward, your hand brushing against his chest as you tilt your head up.

His lips were on yours before you could think twice, the kiss fierce and demanding. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as the world around you disappears. Your professionalism, your carefully crafted boundaries– all of it melted away in the heat of the moment.

When you finally break apart, your breath comes in short gasps, and his forehead rests against yours.

“Still think I’m not as charming as I think?” he murmured, his voice low.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw– a small amount of his blood collecting on your index finger. You gaze into his eyes as you bring your finger to your lips, the metallic taste hitting your tongue and drawing a low moan from your throat. “You’re getting there.”

He bites his lip at you, his eyes darkening as he watches you suck on your fingers. “Fucking hell, you’re gonna be the death of me.” 

His lips are back on yours in an instant, pulling you into him by your hips as he walks with you to the bench, sitting back down as you climb on top of him. You pull apart again and run your fingers through his sweat and blood clad strands, watching as the cut continues to ooze droplets of fresh crimson.

“You’re still bleeding, Will,” you whisper against his lips.

“You gonna clean me up then, love?” his eyes glimmer up at you, watching you closely as if to dare you to make a move.

And you do, bringing your lips to his temple and pressing a soft kiss to the wound, a low growl emanating from his throat. Your tongue pokes past your lips and licks a stripe along the cut, collecting the liquid on your tastebuds and pulling back, licking the excess off your lips. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re trouble,” he moans.

“What, can’t handle me?” you smirk at him, cheeks flushed and blood stained on your lips.

“Oh, I can do more than that, love.” he teases.

“Then prove it.” you murmur as you connect your lips once more, moaning into the kiss as his bruised hands ravage your body, digging into your sides as he rocks your hips against his cloth-covered bulge. He hisses at the contact, his lips falling below your ear to nip the sensitive skin, his heavy pants along your earlobe sending chills throughout your body. Your hands move from their resting place on his shoulders to the hem of your shirt, pulling away from him and lifting the material over your head before discarding it somewhere across the room. His hands trail up your spine as he takes you in, his fingers toying with the clasps of your bra before removing it and tossing it to the side. 

“Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ stunning, Y/N.” His eyes take in your exposed chest and torso, committing the image of you to his memory– the smooth skin of your chest and the way it rises and falls with each breath, your perfectly shaped breasts, even your hardened nipples all being permanently ingrained in his mind. He finds himself gravitated to you, his lips finding the skin along your collarbone and pressing firm kisses to the area– trailing downward to your breasts. His eyes find yours, glazed over in lust, before abruptly wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking hard on the bud. A whispered curse falls from your lips as you arch into his touch, your hips involuntarily grinding into his. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him as he groans– while continuing to suck and bite your skin.

Your hands tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on the strands as he gives your other nipple some much needed attention– alternating motions of licking, sucking, biting. Before long he’s attempting to flip you over onto your back, but you stop him.

“Let me take care of you, Will. Please..” you whisper against him. He pulls away from your breasts, pressing his forehead against yours.

“And how might you go about doing that?” he asks, but rather than answering his question with words you respond with actions– climbing off of his lap and falling to your knees in front of him, bringing your hands to his thighs and running your fingers slowly over the material. He gets your hint, chuckling darkly at you below him before removing his pants and boxers– his cock springing free and hitting his stomach. You lick your lips at the sight of him before you; he was very well kept, little to no hair along the base leading to a long and thick shaft with prominent veins, which trailed up to his tip– pink and glossy in his arousal. 

“Go on then, love,” he coaxes you, forcing you to look up at him through your lashes, “take care of me.” You nod, wrapping your fingers around him, leaning down to press your lips to his tip with a soft kiss and collecting his precum on your tongue before replacing it with your spit– using your hand to lubricate the rest of his cock, pumping him before wrapping your lips around him. He hisses, throwing his head back and placing a hand on your cheek and watching as your lips hollow around him. You suck on the tip, giving kitten licks to the sensitive head as you do, while he curses under his breath and his hand gathers your hair in a makeshift ponytail– guiding your head further down his cock.

You make eye contact with him as your mouth goes further down his shaft, your eyes beginning to water the further down you go. He guides you, helping you bob your head on his length as you continue hollowing your cheeks on him and dragging your tongue along the veins of his cock.

“Fucking hell, baby, you’re so fuckin’ good at this…” he moans out loud, giving you the confidence to relax your jaw and take him in your throat. He grunts as the tightness of your throat squeezes his cock, his hips involuntarily bucking in your mouth. Tears slowly stream down your cheeks as you take him, gagging occasionally on his cock as he fucks your throat. You look up at him once more, eyes watery, as he watches his cock slide in and out of your throat.

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re fucking incredible, baby. Taking me so well.” he groans as you come up for air, stroking him as you move to his balls, sucking them and taking them in your mouth. Your thighs squeeze together at his words, feeling your own arousal pooling in your panties as you pleasure him. He notices, however, and brings a hand to your chin– lifting your head up to look at him.

“It’s my turn, love. Come lay down for me, yeah?” You rise to your feet, climbing back on top of him and kissing him, the taste of him still sitting on your tongue. He flips the two of you, your back laying on the bench as he positions himself between your thighs and hooking his calloused fingers in the waistband of your leggings, pulling both your leggings and panties off of you in one motion. Your pussy glitters before him, soaking wet in your need for him and dripping off your thighs. 

“Bloody hell, you’re fuckin’ soaked, love. Who did all this, hmm?” he teases.

“Will, please–”

“Uh, uh, answer me, Y/N...” he threatens gently.

“Fuck, Will… you did. Now plea–” A gasp from your throat interrupts you as Will licks a stripe along your folds, groaning as he tastes your wetness.

“So fuckin’ sweet…” he murmurs, placing wet kisses along your opening and up towards your clit, now red and swollen– begging to be touched. His lips wrap harshly around the bud, using his tongue to play with it as his fingers dipped into your folds and teased your entrance. He gently pushes two inside, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels your walls squeeze around them, thrusting deep inside you– curling his fingers enough to brush lightly against your g-spot, making your eyes squeeze shut and the fingers that were again tangled in his hair to gently pull.

“F–fuck, Will… I–”

“Yeah? Feels good, hmm?”

“Mmm, please…”

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you need, baby.” he mutters against you.

“F–fuck me, p–please…” you whined, “I– I need you.”

Will doesn’t hesitate, lifting his head and pulling his fingers out of you, cleaning them with his tongue as he climbs on top of you. His hand grips the base of his cock and teases your entrance, watching your brows furrow as you whimper underneath him– begging him to do something, anything. 

“I’m gonna absolutely fucking ruin you, Y/N.” he whispers.

“Then what are you waiting for?” you whisper back.

His cock pushes inside you, his length stretching you gloriously. You gasp loudly as he goes deeper, bottoming out inside you as you adjust to his size. He pulls out enough to leave just the tip inside, slamming back into you and gradually increasing his thrusts. The bench creaks underneath you as he gets faster and faster, but it’s the last thing on your mind as he pounds into you relentlessly.

“So… fucking… tight” he grunts with each thrust, your moans matching his as he fucks you. He throws one leg over his shoulder and pounds you hard, the new angle allowing the tip of his cock to directly hit your g-spot over and over again.

You can’t control the moans and cries falling from your lips, the feeling of his cock hitting you in all the right ways making you spiral out of control. You are at his mercy, at his will, and there is nothing you can do about it.

You feel something fall onto your cheek, causing you to come back to reality for a second as you look up at him and notice the gash on his forehead is still dripping blood– less than before, but still bleeding nonetheless. He notices too, watching as his blood drips onto your face and stains your skin. He brings his head to your cheek, licking it clean and locking your lips once more, allowing you to taste him on his tongue before pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours.

“You’re all mine, understand? Got my blood on your tongue, blood on your face, and now I’m gonna fill this pretty cunt full of my cum…” he grunts in your ear, his hips snapping into yours at a dangerously delicious pace, “I’m going to consume you, love. Tell me who you fucking belong to, Y/N.”

“Y–you, Will. I’m yours, I– oh fuckkk…”

“I feel you, baby… you’re close, huh?” You moan in response, your nails digging into his shoulders, making him hiss.

“I’ve got you.. go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” With one last thrust you tighten around him, your vision turning white as you cry out, nails digging deeper into his shoulders as you coat his cock in your juices. He follows you, releasing himself inside you with a groan, filling you completely. For a few moments you both lay there, his body on top of yours, soaking in the ecstasy of your respective orgasms as you collect yourselves until he reluctantly pulls out of you– the mixture of yours and his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. The two of you are still trying to steady your breathing, feeling rocked after what just happened. After a moment, you regain the ability to speak.

“Will...” you whisper.

“Yeah?”

“Are you finally gonna let me clean that cut now?”

He chuckles, looking at you laid in front of him with a gleam in his eye. 

“Alright, alright, fine. Patch me up, love,” he smiles, “But if I get to fuck you like that every time, don’t be surprised if I start doing this,” he gestures to the cut on his forehead, “on purpose.”

You laugh, shaking your head at him while getting up off the bench and walking to grab the first aid kit– but not before getting a harsh smack to your ass. You gasp, turning around to face him as he puts his hands up in surrender.

“What?” he laughs, “I never said I was gonna make it easy for you.” He winks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back in to straddle his lap. God, this is going to be a long night.

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// SOLO SIKOA //

1 . 17 . 2024 .

// He took dat shit off just for me //

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hey this might be too smutty but can you write a oneshot of a wwe employee who has a secret crush on roman reigns. She has to go roman's locker room, she gets so caught up in admiring roman's handsomeness and aura that roman was preparing to masturbate (which she ends watching). Roman didn't notice she was in his room.

Red-Handed // Roman Reigns x Reader

Request #1: “Can you write a Dom/Sub oneshot of Roman and his lover. Roman is punishing his lover by not having sex with her but he does torture by masturbating in front of her”

Request #2: “Hey this might be too smutty but can you write a oneshot of a wwe employee who has a secret crush on Roman Reigns. She has to go to Roman’s locker room, she gets so caught up in admiring Roman’s handsomeness and aura that Roman was preparing to masturbate (which she ends watching). Roman didn’t notice she was in his room.”

Author’s Note -> Hello! I hope you don’t mind but I combined your request with another one I got because they’re so similar, then added some of my own flair lol. Also… too smutty? On THIS blog? Neverrrrr 🙂‍↕lmaooooo anyways here’s your request, I hope you enjoy and as always– happy reading! (we’re gonna just ignore that it took me a week to write this bc I got too dickstracted writing this scene lol)

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Cursing, Masturbation (Male!Fem!), Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hand Worship, Hickies, Bruises, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 2.8k

“Hey, Y/N! Can you come here for a sec?” Your mentor, Jamie Noble, beckoned you over to him. You had only been employed as an assistant producer backstage at WWE for a couple months, being primarily assigned to shadow Jamie– aka, one of the main producers of the Bloodline segments. Because of this, you spent countless hours every week either attending in-person or virtual meetings with him, Bobby Roode, Paul Heyman, and the focal point of the Bloodline storyline, Roman Reigns, as you collectively planned out segments for upcoming shows. It was during these meetings you found yourself growing an attraction to the man they called the Tribal Chief, often getting lost in your own thoughts watching him as he gave his inputs, his words leaving his mouth smooth as velvet– the natural timbre of his voice low enough to vibrate you to the very core. You knew he knew it too, a deep smirk painting across his face as either Jamie or Bobby would have to snap you out of your trance you were in. It was pathetic how captivated you could become over a man’s voice, or the furrow of his brows when he was deep in thought, or the way a singular vein would grow prominent along his neck when he spoke in a passionate monologue about the story, or how the t-shirts and sweats he wore to meetings would define his features and cling to his body just right– snap out of it, Y/N.

“Yes, Mr. Noble?” You shake the thoughts out of your brain, focusing your attention on your boss.

“Y/N, for the last time, please call me Jamie. You’re making me feel ancient,” he laughs for a moment then regains his focus. “Anyways, I need you to stop by Roman’s locker room. We had to make a couple changes to the promo tonight, he’s already greenlighted them in case some segments run over… we’re about 10 minutes behind right now so we’re gonna have to adjust.” You swallow hard, nerves hitting you like a freight train as you listen to his orders. “Don’t look so nervous, Y/N, you’ll be fine. You need to get used to being alone with him, because one day I won’t be here anymore and…”

“I know, please, don’t remind me,” you laughed nervously, “I’ll let him know.” Jamie thanks you silently before turning his attention elsewhere as you stand in place for a moment, truly weighing your options. Don’t be stupid, Y/N. All you have to do is just let him know we’re short on time and that’s it. Nothing more. Relax. You shake your head to remove yourself from your own thoughts and let out a shaky breath before turning around and walking slowly down the hallway backstage. Your legs felt heavy as you willed yourself down the hall, occasionally stopping to say ‘hi’ to someone you recognized before reaching the door of Roman’s locker room. Nervously, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as your knuckles rapped on the wooden door in front of you– trying hard to not knock loudly. Surprisingly, no one answered. Maybe I wasn’t loud enough? You tried again, slightly louder this time as you knocked on the door. Again, nothing. Is he even in there? Maybe the third time’s the charm. Once more, you knocked on the door in front of you and were met with silence. That’s odd. But maybe he’s got headphones in and just can’t hear me. Do I–? Do I crack the door open to see? No, that’s too much. What if he– no, we don’t have much time, Y/N. Just open the fuckin’ door. Hesitantly, your fingers wrap around the cool metal of the doorknob and twist the handle– cracking the door open and using the small space to peek inside. Oh. My. God.

Roman was definitely inside, but you were not at all prepared for what you were currently seeing. The big mirror along the wall left nothing to the imagination as you watched him– his eyes shut and head thrown back as beads of sweat and water dripped down his torso, your eyes following as they trailed lower, watching as his right hand skillfully stroked his cock. Breathy groans fell from his lips as he pleasured himself, and you found yourself unable to look away. You shamelessly had imagined him like this, daydreamed about how beautiful he’d look consumed in his own pleasure, and found your own arousal making itself known as you watched. Unconsciously, your hand gravitated to and began rubbing your core as you bit the inside of your lip– making sure you wouldn’t be heard. You felt dirty watching him perform this very private act, but no matter how badly your mind tried to tell you this was wrong your eyes were trained on the man in front of you, stuck in place and unable to look away.

“It’s rude to stare, you know.” Shit. You quickly snapped out of your trance and moved behind the wall, embarrassment flooding over you as you pressed your lips together– holding your breath. 

“I already saw you, Y/N,” Roman chuckled as you squeezed your eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Come in.” Your breath hitched in your throat, somehow more nerves rising to the surface. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, love. Come sit. I promise you, I’m not upset.” His tone softened and you released the breath you were holding, feeling unsure of your own foundation as you cracked the door open and snuck inside, shutting it behind you. You couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes so you settled for your shoes, focusing your complete attention on them as you walked into his dressing room and sat in a chair across from him.

“I– I just was coming to tell you that we have to s–switch to the other p–promo tonight… we’re behind schedule by about 10 minutes so…”

“That’s fine, now will you look at me?” You didn’t move, your gaze still trained to your shoes as a flush of red came across your cheeks, and tears brimmed your eyes.

“Y/N, look at me.” His tone, sharper this time– more demanding, forced your eyes to snap up to his. His gaze softened slightly as he saw yours, the look of guilt evident across your face.

“I– I’m so sorry, I–” your eyes widened as you unintentionally shifted your focus down his body– he’s still pleasuring himself. “Oh my god, um, I– I’ll just come back later,” You covered your eyes with your hand, gasping when you felt a larger, rougher hand wrap around your wrist and bring your hand back down to your side. Roman’s hand. 

“Don’t act so shy now, princess, clearly you didn’t have a problem watching me through the mirror a few minutes ago, hmm?” You tried hard, to no avail, to look anywhere but at the hand that was wrapped around his cock.

“I–,”

“You what? You’re sorry?” You nodded slowly, heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t believe you, Y/N.” 

A wave of confusion crosses your face as you lock eyes with him, trying to ignore the way they were glazed over or how his brows furrowed trying to stifle his sounds of pleasure. He chuckled lowly at you, his eyes hooded and trained on you.

“I don’t believe you one bit, princess. I see the way you look at me. In meetings, Zoom calls, here backstage… I bet you’ve fantasized all about this, haven’t you?” You tried to speak but were immediately cut off. “Oh, and how could I forget? I saw you too.” You gasped softly, making him chuckle again. “Yeah, baby girl, don’t act so innocent. I saw that hand,” he motioned to the hand he had just placed at your side, “rubbing that pretty pussy of yours while you watched me… dirty, dirty girl. You could’ve gotten caught, you know…” Your body stiffened as you listened.

“So, you wanna try telling me you’re sorry, again?” Your lips pressed together as you looked at your lap, embarrassment growing by the second as he was calling you out like this. “That’s what I thought,” he said, a smirk present in his tone.

“Please.. I– I can’t lose this job. A–and..”

“Oh, sweetheart, I won’t tell if you don’t.” You look back up at him, a mixture of relief and shock in your eyes. “But, I don’t think you should get off that easily either…” Your chest sank, worry creeping back in at his words as he leaned back against the couch– still stroking himself. You watched him once more, no longer hiding your want for him, but he notices right away. “You want this, don’t you, Y/N?” You bite your lip in response, head nodding slightly as you continued to watch his hand. “Use your words, princess.”

“Y–yes…”

“As much as I’d love to give it to you,” he pauses, slowing his strokes, “I’m not sure you deserve it yet… but maybe I could be convinced.” He smirks, his eyes lowering at you– waiting for your next move.

“R–Roman–,”

“Please, Y/N, call me Joe.”

“O–okay… Joe…” you swallow the lump in your throat, your voice shaking as you speak. “W–what do you w–want me to do?” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I have plenty of ideas. Come here.” Hesitantly, you rise to your feet and stand between his legs, staring down at him. “Strip f’me, baby girl. Lemme see you.” You nod obediently as your fingers find the hem of your shirt, pulling the material over your head then finding the button of your jeans, Joe taking the lead and pulling the denim off your legs as you step out of them and push them to the side. 

“Goddamn, Y/N, you been hidin’ all this from me?” Another blush comes across your cheeks, your arms instinctively coming up to cover your chest but Joe grabs your wrists and stops you. “Uh, uh, none of that. Now, get over here.” He pulls you by your wrists and pushes you down onto his lap, ass in the air as his large fingers trace down your spine, giving you chills.

“You’re gonna count until I tell you to stop… stop counting or mess up and we start all over, understand me?”

“Y-yes sir..” you mutter under your breath.

“Speak up, princess.” He demanded sharply, his nails digging into your ass cheek– making you wince.

“I understand,” you say louder this time as the man nods in satisfaction. Without warning, the palm of his hand connects with your ass cheek. You cry out, in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but somehow are able to whimper, “One.” Smack. A little harder this time, but you’re able to keep up with the count. Smack. Smack. Smack. By count 5 you feel nothing but pure pleasure with each spanking his hand delivers. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. By count 10 your ass is beat red, hand-shaped welts matching Joe’s identically form on the surface of the sensitive skin. Smack. Smack. By count 12 the pool of wetness that was contained by the fabric of your panties had now completely soaked through, leaving a puddle of your juices on Joe’s thigh. 

Smack. Smack. Smack. “You love this shit, don’t you pretty girl?” Your ass had become numb at this point, tears pricking your eyes as you cried sounds of pleasure and whimpers of his name– never losing count. The hand that punished you was now caressing the welted skin, brushes of his rough palm making you wince as he soothed the area. Joe stops his movements to bring your body back up, wincing as your ass brushed the fabric of the couch. 

“Look at my hand, ma. Look what you did.” He shows you his palm, which was equally as red as your bare ass. You weren’t sure what came over you, whether it was the heat of the moment or a secret fantasy but you found yourself reaching for his hand. His brows furrowed at your action, almost caught off guard but relaxed the moment you pressed your lips to the redness of his palm. You peppered kisses all across the palm, soothing it with your lips before giving the area small kitten licks with your tongue, further alleviating the redness– no, worshipping the hand that punished you. He watched in awe as your lips found the length of his fingers, kissing each digit before taking his index and middle fingers in your mouth, sucking gently around them as you stared into his eyes.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, his eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, “Think you deserve a reward, baby. Did so good f’me… you want that?” You remove his fingers from your mouth with a pop, looking into his eyes from your kneeled position. 

“Please, daddy.” His eyes lit up at this new pet name, something within him igniting and driving him to practically pounce on you– pushing you down onto the couch as he climbs on top of you.

“Say that shit again.” His voice is low and demanding, rich with desire as he smirks down at you– oh, he liked that. A lot. 

“Fuck me, daddy. Please.” You whine, biting your lip at him as he devours you with his eyes. His tip teases your entrance for a moment before fully entering you, giving you no warning and zero time to adjust before driving into you relentlessly. He uses his hands to grab the back of your thighs and throws your legs over his shoulders, fully stretching you– imposing his will on your body and making you his personal plaything. Joe leans down to your neck and begins sucking on the skin, bruises rising to the surface to match the ones created under his fingertips on your hip bones. You knew you would never be able to hide them, especially after this, but you felt too damn good to give a fuck about a hickey or two– or ten. 

Your moans and cries reverberated off the walls with a resounding echo, joining the sounds of your skin colliding and heavy breathing and filling the room. Your nails claw long scratches into the man’s back, the pain only further pushing him to fuck you harder. 

“Fuck, baby, so fuckin’ tight. Imma have to wear this pussy out more often, aren’t I? Yeah, you’d fuckin’ love that shit, huh? Tell Daddy how much you love his fuckin’ cock.”

“Mmm, I– I love it, daddy. Y– you fuck me s– so good…” You whimper, feeling the beginning of your climax start to form in your lower stomach. 

“Shittt, you gonna cum for daddy like a good girl?” Your walls flutter around his length at his words, making him chuckle. “Yeah, you like it when I call you my good girl?” You moan in response, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“D– daddy I– I’m gonna… gonna cum…”

“Give it to me, princess. Been such a good girl for Daddy… mmm fuck, show me how good Daddy makes you feel. Cum f’me, baby.” Your pussy squeezes his cock before he can finish, your orgasm ripping through you as you arch off the couch and fully release on his cock. Your body violently shakes as the overwhelming pleasure completely consumes you and, for a moment, you’re seeing stars. Joe fucks you through your orgasm, his following shortly after as he paints your walls with his cum and fills your swollen pussy completely. For a moment you two remain there, trying to come down from your highs as you catch your breath. It’s silent between you for a couple minutes, until Joe breaks it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“What, to fuck my brains out?” You laugh, causing a smile to come across his face.

“No, well yes, but not just that… I mean even just laying here with you. You weren’t the only one who felt something, you know.” “Oh.. why didn’t you say something then?”

“You seemed really closed off, like I wanted to ask you out bu–”

“Hey, Joe!” The two of you hear Jamie's muffled voice as he knocks on the wooden door across the room from you. “I’m coming in, we’ve got our segment in 10 minutes!” Shit.

“Fuck, he can’t see you in here. Hold on,” Joe pulls out of you, making you wince, and brings you to your feet. “Here,” he ushers you into a closet, gathering as much of your clothing as he can and hiding it before shutting the door, although the room was still visible from the crack in the closet door. You watch quietly as Jamie and Joe discuss the upcoming segment, Joe seemingly being able to play it off like nothing happened.

“Oh, what’re these?” You hear Jamie interrupt, picking something up off the floor. “Looks like you and Ms. Y/N got quite a bit of ‘work’ done, huh?” He’s smirking teasingly at Joe while he holds something in his hand. You try to make out the item through the crack in the closet door, when it finally hits you– your black lace panties. Shit.

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JIMMY USO!

You knew what you were doing 😩

Why do I want him to rail me like that 🥵😫

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Sanctuary // Tama Tonga x Reader

Author’s Note -> I’m not sure if I like this or not but I’ve had so many Tama requests that I have to feed y’all rq 😂 it’s short but hopefully y’all enjoy! maybe this gets a part two? 

Plot -> The Wyatt Sicks have made you their newest target, and you need some protection. Desperate, you approach the Right Hand Man of the New Bloodline. But protection comes with a price…

Pairings -> Tama Tonga x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Cursing, Hickies, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Suggested Threesome, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 1.7k

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…”  You’re so screwed. Beyond screwed, actually. You were starting to regret turning on your tag partner mid-match as the lights went out and fireflies illuminated the arena, the eerie notes of the piano playing as you were now surrounded by these freaks they call the Wyatt Sicks. Abby the Witch, otherwise known as Nikki Cross, crawled toward you at a painstakingly slow pace while the others stood on the ring apron– staring a hole through you. You thought being on Smackdown you were safe from their vigilantism, but boy, were you wrong. You were now prey, being hunted by a group with no real compass– nothing to lose. And the thought of becoming a victim just like Chad Gable, like The Miz, like The Final Testament, like so many others who had to atone for their sins before the Wyatt’s had you motionless; a deer in the headlights. The sounds of the arena roaring for your demise filled your eardrums and had your heartbeat pounding to the rhythm of the piano keys that played over the speakers. You had to get out of there, and fast. The entire group was going through the ropes attempting to circle you in the ring but before they could, you found a hole in their formation and snuck through it, allowing you to escape without a scratch. There was no time to gloat over your elusiveness, nor did you want to stall out there where they could still reach you, so you ran as fast as your legs could carry you to the backstage area. You continued looking behind you, hoping to God that they weren’t following you as you were now sprinting, looking for somewhere– anywhere, to hide.

You came across the door to the Bloodline’s locker room, halting as you approached it. You remembered they had a match prior to yours, realistically they should be out of the arena and on their way to their plane by now. Perfect. You quickly pushed the door open and slammed it shut, leaning your head against it and letting out deep breaths to slow your heart rate.

“Well, look who it is… nice of you to join us, Y/N.” Your eyes snap open as Solo speaks, fear washed over your face. Shit.

“I– I’m so sorry, I d–didn’t know you were still here… I was just–”

“Oh we saw, sweetheart. Pretty stupid of you to go around betraying your partner, knowing those freaks are lurking around.” Solo approaches you, grabbing your chin and turning your head to look at all sides of your face. You swallow hard, your throat feeling dry as nerves overtook you. “It’s funny you stumbled in here, Tama over there was just telling me about you. You were right,” he looks behind him to his Right Hand Man, “she’s bad as hell.” You make eye contact with Tama, who has been looking you up and down since you burst into the room, his eyes dark and a smirk painted on his lips– nodding at his Tribal Chief. 

“I– I can find somewhere else to go, I just–”

“Leaving so soon? But you just got here. And besides,” he pauses, “I think you need us. You leave here and who knows, you might get yourself snatched up. Sounds to me like you need some protection… am I right about that?” You nod slowly as he removes his grip on your chin, walking backwards towards the couch in the middle of the room. “Now, usually I’m not one to deal in negotiations, but I have some things that need taken care of… and I think you could be of service to us. Have a seat, Y/N. Let’s chat.” 

Anxiously, you walk yourself over to the couch where Solo sits, glancing cautiously at Tama before sitting down across from him. You swallow the lump in your throat, fidgeting with your hands as you wait for him to speak.

“So, you have a Wyatt Sicks problem, huh? And what would you like us to do about that?” You look at him through your lashes, listening intently as he continues. “Clearly you ain’t got nobody in your corner, and if you try to go after ‘em yourself… I imagine you won’t get very far alone. So what do you want us to do, take ‘em out? Send them packing back to Raw? Because if that’s the case we can definitely do that…”

“Right… yeah. I would apprecia–”

“Let me finish,” you closed your mouth quickly, not wanting to test the Tribal Chief’s patience. “If we help you, you’re gonna have to give us something in return… now I don’t necessarily need anything from you, but Tama here,” he gestures to his Right Hand Man, who is still eyeing you like a hawk scoping its prey, “might have something in mind.”

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas…” A shiver traveled down your spine as he sits next to you, his hand traveling to your knee– his thumb rubbing the skin slowly. Your eyes travel from his hand and up his arm, moving up his body until you’re looking into his eyes. You chew on the inside of your lip, weighing your decision as his hand rides up your thigh, inching higher.

“I think you understand what he’s getting at, don’t you?” Your head snaps back to Solo as you nod slowly. You know what Tama wants, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t. You noticed the way he stared at you the moment you entered their locker room– noticed the adjustment of his pants he tried to conceal when your body was pressed against the wooden door, and especially noticed his hand threatening to reach your core.

“So,” you finally found the words to speak, your throat feeling tight as you forced them out, “if I do this… you’ll help me?” 

“You have my word, Y/N. But,” he pushed off the couch, rising to his feet. “As much as I’d love to stick around and enjoy the show, I’ve gotta make sure I hold up my end of our little deal. And Tama,” he focuses his attention on the man next to you, “don’t play too rough, we might need her… services again soon.” He winked at you, extending his hand for you to take, shaking your hand as a means to confirm the deal before walking out of the locker room and shutting the door– locking it behind him. Your head is then turned by Tama, who looks deeply into your eyes.

“If you don’t want this you can tell me now, I’ll just–”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you smile softly at the man in front of you, “we made a deal, right?”

“Well yeah, but this wasn’t really what I had in mind when I thought about getting you alone…”

“Mmm, so you’ve thought about this before?” A wave of embarrassment washes over Tama’s face, softening as your hand finds his cheek. “Then show me.” His eyes darken at your words, nearly pouncing on you as he pushes you down on the couch and climbs on top of you. His lips crash into yours roughly, hands wandering your body as a moan spills from your lips. The two of you frantically strip yourselves of your clothing, nearly ripping it off of each other as your tongues battle for domination. His hips grind into yours, the growing wetness between your thighs only getting stronger as your core aches to be touched. Whines fall from your lips as his connect with your neck, finding the sensitive skin under your ear and marking you with purplish bruises. 

“Fuck, Y/N, I can’t wait any longer. Come here.” He pulls you off the couch and onto his lap, your thighs straddling his as his tip pokes at your entrance. His hands move to your hips, crashing them down onto his cock as he fully enters you. A loud moan spews from your throat, as he wastes no time to guide your hips. His cock stretches you completely, feeling as he drives deep inside you with the combined movement of your hips and his matching each other's thrusts. You were fully bouncing on him, the sounds of your cries echoing the locker room as your hips connected. It was frantic, desperate, needy of release as your skin slapped together. He pulled you into his chest, holding you as his hips thrusted into you from underneath. Your orgasm approached faster than you could realize it, his cock teasing your g-spot as he pounded you mercilessly. You knew he was close too, his groans in your ear vibrating through your body and to your core, the slick from your pussy creating wet sounds with each snap of his hips.

“Fuckkk, your pussy’s so wet f’me. You were made for me. Shit, Y/N, you want me to fill you up, don’t you?” You moaned in response, that being the only form of words you could muster as he drove you closer to release.

“I–”

“Mmm, go ‘head and cum f’me. I gotchu, baby girl.” Your orgasm rips through you at his words, your head nestling into his neck as you cry his name and release on his cock. He follows suit, a low groan reverberating through your ears as his cum paints the inside of your walls. His hips slow their rhythm as he helps you ride out your orgasm before pulling out of you, a whimper coming from your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you think that was it? We’re just getting started,” his voice oozes with lust as he flips you onto your hands and knees, continuing right where he left off. As he does the door unlocks and in comes Solo, a shit-eating smirk painted across his face. 

“They’ve been handled,” he walks over to the two of you, undoing his belt as he reaches the couch. “Now it’s your turn.”

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself💝🌟

awwww 🥹 i’ll be passing it on ! 💗

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reblogging bc i've opened my catalog up to some new names, so get those requests in! (and yes, i see y'all in my inbox asking for more tama... i'm working on it 😉)

𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢… 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰 𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶

♡ about me

hello, and welcome to my masterlist! my name is mads, i'm 23, and i go by she/her pronouns. i haven't been writing that long but i figured i'd go ahead and organize my page a bit to make it easier to navigate!

♡ rules

all of my stories contain content that is not suitable for underage readers- please remember you MUST be 18+ to request, follow me, or engage with my content. ageless/underage accounts will be blocked.

♡ who i write for

i write for both wwe and aew!

wwe:

◦ og bloodline (roman reigns, jey uso, jimmy uso)

◦ new bloodline (solo sikoa and tama tonga)

◦damian priest

◦ dominik mysterio

aew:

◦ kenny omega

◦ will ospreay

◦ jon moxley

◦ hangman adam page

requests are currently OPEN!

◦ wwe masterlist

◦ aew masterlist

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𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰'𝔰 𝔞𝔢𝔴 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

◦ You Taste Better

◦ Dripping (tw: blood)

coming soon...

coming soon...

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𝔲𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔰'𝔰 𝔴𝔴𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

◦ There's No Going Back

◦ Never Have I Ever

◦ Baby, It's Cold Outside

◦ Pin Me

◦ Finisher (sequel to Pin Me)

◦ All-Inclusive

◦ Don't Knock It 'Til You Try It

◦ Make You Sweat

◦ Slow Burn

◦ Celoso

◦ You're My Problem

◦ Sanctuary

◦ Under The Mistletoe

coming soon...

coming soon...

◦ Paradise- Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

◦ Tag Team- Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

◦ Masquerade- Damian Priest x Reader

◦ Red-Handed- Roman Reigns x Reader

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I just know this is his missionary style…. (Credit to gif owner)

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Hi 🌚 first time request from a friendly reader!

Could you do a Damian Priest as Santa smutty one shot? 🤭

Masquerade // Damian Priest x Reader

Author’s Note -> Hi, I saw this wayyyy too late for Christmas so instead we’re taking on New Year’s! This one is soooo long (my bad) but I really love this idea and hope y’all do too. Happy reading!

Plot -> A mystery man and a mystery woman cross paths for the first time, or is it? 

Pairings -> Damian Priest x Fem!Reader

Warnings -> Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hickies, Oral Sex (Fem!Receiving), Papi Kink, Unprotected P in V, Public Sex, Creampie, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.4k

Sounds of bass thumping instantly filled your ears as you walked towards the entrance of the large house in front of you, wearing a shimmering gown that hugged your curves in all the right ways. You had been invited to a New Year’s Eve party by your best friend, Damian, but this wasn’t just any party. The host this year evidently wanted to switch things up so instead of the typical New Year’s party they decided to go with a theme, which was why an intricate silver mask adorned your face and hid your identity- the theme was masquerade. You reached the steps, pulling your phone out of your clutch and checking your texts, seeing a message from Damian sent about 5 minutes ago:

“I’ll keep an eye out for you tonight. I know you well enough that a mask won’t hide you from me 😉”

Your thumbs pressed the screen typing out a witty reply, but before you could press send your screen turned black. Shit, you cursed to yourself. You stared at the dead phone in your hands for a moment, thinking back to your preparations from earlier in the evening and scolding yourself for not thinking about putting your phone on the charger before you came. Shaking your head, you slipped your phone back into your clutch and headed inside, showing the invitation to the security at the door. The house was insane, you had never stepped foot in something so nice before, and the fact that you were here without Damian made it all the more nerve-wracking for you. Nothing a drink can’t fix though, right? Your eyes scanned the room looking for any sign of alcohol and spotted a bar at the other end of the room, adjusting the mask on your eyes and walking to it. The room buzzed around you, groups of people talking amongst each other, people dancing in the center, and music playing loudly over the speakers. You reached the bar and sat down, ordering a glass of champagne and watching the party around you until your eyes locked on a figure standing across the room from you, holding a glass of champagne himself and leaning against a pillar. The two of you stare at each other for what feels like a century and you swear the party surrounding you fades entirely, almost as if it were just the two of you. Seeing no sign of Damian anywhere and feeling bold, you stood up from the stool and walked over to him, your hips swaying as he continued to stare you down.

“You know, people either hide in the shadows because they’re looking for something or they want to come off as mysterious. So what might you be hiding?” You grinned at the man in front of you, teasing him with your words. He laughs, a smirk lining his lips as he speaks.

“A bit of both,” the man sipped his drink before continuing, “I could say the same about you. Are you always this bold, or is the mask talking for you?” 

You lean closer to him, lowering your voice. “Maybe it’s the mask… or maybe I’m just intrigued.”

“Intrigued, huh?” His finger traces the fluke in your hand, maintaining eye contact with you. “You might be too curious for your own good.”

A playful look crosses your face as you lean closer to him, your lips brushing his ear. “I’m just getting started. But if you don’t wanna play then…”

He laughs, clearly amused. “Who said I didn’t wanna play? I’ll go as far as you let me… so long as you can keep up.”

“Oh, I’m sure I can. But can you handle me?”

The tone in the man’s voice changes, laced with something deeper. Desire. He leans in, his arm brushing yours as he whispers in your ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart. I’d be careful if I were you…”

“Maybe I like a bit of danger,” your voice rang low in his ears, daring him to make a move. And he did, scanning you from head to toe before extending a hand for you to take. You obliged, wrapping your fingers around the rough surface of his palm as he guided you to the dance floor, pulling you closer to him as those same hands found their way to your waist. The heat radiates between you as your bodies sway to the beat of the music. 

“You’re not too bad at this,” you smirk at him.

“Not bad? I was hoping for resounding praise.”  His tone teases, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

“Alright, let’s not get carried away,” you laugh softly.

“What if I want to?” His eyes lock onto yours and send a shiver down your spine. All of a sudden, it’s just the two of you in this room. You realize you’re completely drawn to him in this moment, drawn to the mystery of the man before you. The thrill and the danger ignites something deep inside you, something you weren’t expecting to feel tonight. You’re brought back to reality by the sound of the crowd roaring around you, counting down to midnight. A fire burns between you with every count down to zero, and the mystery man you’ve been accompanied by all night leans down to you, his lips hovering over your own.

Five. “I think I have to kiss you.”

Four. “You think?” You tease.

Three. He tilts your head by your chin, his lips dangerously close to brushing yours.

Two. The electricity between you is intense, the anticipation growing with each passing second. His eyes are dark as they start into your own, flickering between them and your lips.

Before the last second he closes the gap between you, kissing you with a passion that takes the air out of your lungs. The kiss is deep, intense, and filled with something that you clearly can’t deny as you finally part, leaving you both breathless and momentarily stunned. 

“I never caught your name,” he smiles. 

“Why don’t we start with the masks?” You laugh, nerves slowly take over as you respond. The both of you hesitate momentarily, reaching up to remove the coverings from your faces, a slight nervousness overtaking you. Shock sets in instantly as you slowly reveal your identities to each other, realizing you knew very well who had captured your undivided attention all evening… in fact, you knew too well.

“D-Damian?”

“Y/N?” Damian smiles, a soft chuckle erupting from his chest. “I can’t believe we didn’t realize sooner, some friends we are right?” 

Your soft smile falters slightly, unconsciously dropping at the mention of you being just friends. Your mind was in a daze, having trouble wrapping your head around the fact that the man who drew you in so easily, captivated you, consumed your thoughts all evening– made you crave him in more ways than one was, in fact, your best friend. Suddenly you didn’t want to hear him call you his ‘friend’, and maybe that’s something you’ve been trying to suppress for a while, but now it was impossible to ignore. 

“Yeah…” you mumbled, “friends.” Damian’s brows furrowed at your sudden change in demeanor, his smile also faltering in an attempt to read you.

“Y/N…”

“I need some air...” You brushed past him quickly, retreating before he could follow you– leaving him alone on the dance floor.

After wandering around the house for a while, trying to find somewhere secluded, you stumbled upon a private balcony. You stepped outside, the cool and crisp air pricking your skin instantly as you held onto the railing and tried to calm your breathing. Tears brimmed your eyes as you replayed the events of this evening in your mind, from the conversation to the dancing to the kiss. The kiss. How could you not have known it was Damian? How could you have let this happen? And why did you want it to happen again, and again, and again? 

Damian’s words replayed in your head as a stray tear landed on your cheek– no. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t hide anymore. You wanted Damian, and tonight solidified it. And for a moment, when neither knew who the other was, you knew he did too. You knew he felt it too– that spark, that desire, that need. It was in the way his lips brushed against your ear as he teased you, in the possessive way his hands would find your waist, in the way his lips found yours with such passion and need. And now that you were no longer behind a mask, it was back to ‘just friends’. Back to ‘normal.’ But you knew it would never be ‘normal’ again.

“Y/N,” you were pulled from your thoughts by Damian, who from the sound of him catching his breath sounded like he had been running around the entire house trying to find you. You wiped your face, trying to hide that you had been crying, and spoke up.

“Leave me alone, Dames.” You refused to look at him, staring out at the garden below the balcony, trying to distance yourself from him.

“Y/N, please, talk to me.” He reached for you, his hand brushing your arm, but you swatted it away and turned towards him.

“I said leave me alone, Damian.” Your voice was more stern as you turned to face him, your eyes tinted with red and giving away that you had been crying. Damian’s worried gaze softens as he notices, a pang in his chest growing as he knows he’s responsible.

“Y/N, you know I can’t do that–”

“You’re gonna have to.” You tried to move away from him but he stops you in your tracks, searching your face.

“No! No, Y/N, I won’t. Something’s bothering you… was it the kiss?” You grow quiet, looking down at your feet as to try to avoid having to discuss it but Damian doesn’t let that happen. “Was the kiss not good? What’s going on, Y/N? Please, talk to me. I wanna know what’s wrong…”

“No, the kiss was great. I mean–” you shake the thought out of your head, trying to correct yourself. “The kiss was fine.”

“So what’s the issue? I–” Damian’s face lights up as realization hits him.

“That’s the issue, Dames. It shouldn’t have been that good. We’re friends–”

“But you don’t want that…” Damian studies you as you grow quiet again. He lifts your chin and your eyes flutter closed, not wanting to look at him. “And I don’t want that either.”

Your eyes open at his confession, wide as they search for his. If your head wasn’t spinning before, it sure was now as you tried to make sense of what was happening. He’s not serious, right?

“I am,” he chuckled. Shit, did I say that out loud? Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he continues. “I’ve felt that way for a long time now… I don’t want to go back to how it was before, Y/N– I don’t think either of us want to.” “But you sa–”

“Fuck what I said,” he whispers. “I’ve been hiding how I feel for too damn long. Being with you tonight, albeit under a mask, was the best night of my life…” he thinks about his words, almost reminiscing the events from earlier as he spoke. “To be able to kiss you, flirt with you, touch you how I’ve wanted to for so long… I’ll be damned if I give that up. And something tells me you don’t want me to either.” He eyes you carefully, watching as you take in this revelation from him and, in his mind, pleading with you to feel the same.

“I don’t…” you mumble, your voice lower than a whisper– nearly inaudible.

“I can’t hear you, darling, tell me what you want.” He lifts your chin again, wanting to hear what he’s been dying to hear for months finally fall from your lips. 

“You, Dame,” you whisper, a little louder than before. “I want you.”

His lips crash into yours hard, making you stumble backward and hit your back on the railing of the balcony. You hiss at the cool metal touching your skin, allowing him entrance and his tongue to dominate your mouth. His hands find your sides, turning you around and pulling your body into his. His mouth finds your neck just under your right ear, sucking and biting on the skin as one arm keeps you pressed against him– his hardening cock grinding on your ass, and the other dancing up your spine and finding the zipper of your dress. He slowly drags it down your back, his fingers sending chills throughout your body and a familiar ache to your core. 

“D-Dames,” you moan quietly, his mouth pressing wet kisses along your jaw, “S-someone could s-see us..”

“Let them.” He growled in your ear, “I’m not leaving this party, this balcony, until I get what’s mine.” You whimpered, his words sending a pool of wetness to the place you craved him most. You let the dress pool at your ankles, now topless in only a pair of lace panties– the cool January air hardening your nipples upon contact. You instinctively cover your breasts, feeling completely exposed to not just Damian but to any potential onlookers vying for a show. 

“Uh, uh,” Damian’s hands removed your arms from your chest, “you don’t get to hide from me anymore, you understand? I wanna see you, all of you.” You nod, letting your arms drop to their sides and allowing him to take you in completely. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, Y/N. I’m in awe of you, baby girl.” You blush for what seemed to be the millionth time this evening as he reconnects your lips, slower and more passionate than the last. Damian wanted you to feel what he felt for you, packaged up in a singular kiss, as his lips massaged yours deeply and lovingly now. He began to work down your body, dropping to his knees to come face to face with your throbbing core– dripping and aching all for him. 

“Sweetheart, you’re a mess… who’s got you like this, hmm?” You whined, involuntary bucking your hips towards him in an attempt to get him to touch you. 

“Please…”

“Gotta answer me first,” he smirked below you, loving how needy he had you. How you were completely and utterly his in this moment. 

“You…” you mumbled.

“Louder, darling, I can’t hear you.” Cockiness oozed from his voice, knowing he had you right where he wanted you and that you– nor anyone else, could take that away from him.”

“Y-you, Dames, fuck– please. I need yo– oh fuck.” Your eyes roll back as his tongue licks through your folds, placing open-mouth kisses along your pussy as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder and ravaged you with his mouth. His tongue swirled along your entrance as the tip of his nose brushed your clit, sending volts of pleasure coursing through your body. You held onto the railing of the balcony behind you, keeping yourself as balanced as you could while Damian was eating you so good your knees were beginning to give way. Damian moaned against you, the sweet taste of your wetness settling on his taste buds and driving him to taste more of it. Your orgasm inched closer with every flick of his tongue, every moan that vibrated against your throbbing core, and you were a blubbering mess for the man on his knees before you who had every intention of worshipping your body like the temple it is– but not yet.

Damian pulls away suddenly, almost knowing you were on the brink of release as you cried out in response, pleads for him falling from your swollen lips.

“Shhh, don’t worry, baby, I gotchu. Papi’s gonna take real good care of you, I promise. But right now, he needs his pussy…” you shivered once more, somehow growing more turned on than before at his words. Him claiming you. Making you his. “Is that what you want, baby? Want Papi to fuck you good, right here where everyone can see how good you look all fucked out for me?”

“Dames, please…”

“Use your words, princess. Let Papi know what his baby girl needs.”

“I–” Your words caught in your throat, overwhelmed by the prior stimulation and the smooth but sinister way of his words. “I w-want you to fuck me, Papi. Please…” With a sudden movement Damian spins you around, bending you over the railing as your chest presses against the cool metal. Behind you, you hear the sound of him undoing his belt and dropping his clothing to the ground, joining them in a pile with your dress before feeling his hard member tease your entrance. 

“Tell me you need me again, baby, please.” His demand almost sounds desperate, like he himself is holding back his own moans at the thought of you desperate for him.

“I– I need you, Dame. Please, baby, please fuck me. Right he– mmm…”

He slips inside you with a moan of his own, groaning as he feels your walls tighten around his length. He slowly pushes himself deeper inside you, allowing you to adjust but also loving the cries coming out of your mouth as he stretches you around him.

“Fuck, Y/N, so tight f’me, baby… shit. Taking me so well, sweetheart.” Your pussy flutters around him, a groan slipping from his lips as he slowly pulls out and thrusts himself back in, going slow so he can pay attention to how tight your walls are squeezing his cock– but also how your face contorts with every movement of his hips.

“F-faster, please..” And that was all Damian needed, a signal that you were ready for more of him. His hips sped up movement as he thrusted into you from behind, the force jolting your body with every snap of his hips as you cry out in pleasure. His hands hold your hips for leverage, kneading the skin roughly enough that surely bruises would form by tomorrow morning– but you didn’t care. You were drunk, not on champagne but on the feeling of his cock inside you driving deeper and deeper into you, a feeling of euphoria that you never wanted to escape. A hand of his came forward to your clit and rubbed slow circles on the swollen bud, making you instantly tighten around him and cry out his name for all who could possibly hear it. You were close, there was no denying it, and you were prepared to coat his length in your desire for him– only him, and he knew it too.

“I feel you, princess. Go ahead, cum for me. Wanna feel you, baby.” Your release washed over you with force as your body grew limp, your orgasm consuming all the energy left in your body to give to Damian and Damian alone. Your pussy clenched around him as he continued to buck his hips inside you, the sounds of his thrust mixed with your juices echoing outside as he approached his own release.

“Y/N, f-fuck, I’m close, baby girl… gonna fuck this pussy full of my cum… shit.”

“C-cum for me, Papi, let me have every last drop. G-give it to me…” You whimpered in between thrusts and not long after he followed suit, releasing ropes of his cum along your walls and filling you completely– just like he said he would. He brings you upright and wraps his arms around you, holding onto you as his orgasm hits him and finding your lips once more for another passionate kiss. The two of you stay there for a moment, lips locked and fully exposed as you ride out your orgasms together. A few moments pass and your position remains the same, but your attention gets drawn to the grounds below– where guests are leaving the party and heading home for the evening. You stare at each other, wide-eyed, and laugh– collecting your clothing and dashing inside so as to not get caught by any of the guests.

“So, my place?” You smile and nod at Damian, who merely an hour ago had been a stranger in a mask but was now no longer a mystery. You didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, shit, you didn’t know what would transpire after you leave here but one thing is for certain: now, there’s no hiding it.