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Clingy

Word Count : 1.5k

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : smut, mdni

OMNISCIENT |

You lay on the bed, scrolling through Instagram absentmindedly, feeling the hours stretch long without Jey home.

He had promised he wouldn’t be long — just a quick gym session, maybe some errands.

But it had been three hours.

You were needy, frustrated… and feeling just bratty enough to do something about it.

You pulled out your phone and shot him a text:

Text Messages :

Babygirl❤️ : Baby… when u coming home?

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Bout to leave in a few, u good?

Babygirl❤️ : no.. I miss you

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽: Aww, clingy today huh

Babygirl❤️ : Come home pls

When he left you on read for a few minutes, you decided to up the stakes.

You slipped your hand under your tank top, teasing your own nipple until it hardened, snapping a quick picture — nothing too explicit… yet. You sent it.

Babygirl❤️ : [photo attached] just a little preview daddy

Almost instantly, three dots appeared — Jey typing.

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Girl quit playing with me

J👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 : Imma be home soon just chill

Babygirl❤️ : [video attachment]

Babygirl❤️ : I can’t chill…need u inside me

The video barely five seconds, but it was filthy — you moaning softly, fingers brushing between your legs, hips rolling slow like you were imagining it was him

This time, Jey didn’t text back. Instead, he called you. You answered sweetly. “Hi, baby..”

“You tryna get fucked up, huh?” his voice was low and dangerous over the line. You giggled biting your lip. “Maaaybe…”

“I’m on my way. Don’t move.” The line went dead.

13 minutes later

You heard the tires screech into the driveway. The front door slammed open hard enough to rattle the frame. You barely had time to push yourself up on your elbows before you heard the heavy angry stomps.

“Where she at?” Jey murmured to himself. His voice was low, dangerous — dripping with a hunger that made your whole body clench with need.

You didn’t have to answer. He was already moving. As he enters bedroom. He see’s you sitting in the bed on the phone waiting for him. You immediately look up. Wearing a sly smirk and the soft glow of your phone screen.

“You think that shit funny huh? You got me leaving the gym with a fucking boner,” he growled dragging his hoodie over his head and tossing it to the side. His chest was heaving, muscles flexing with every furious breath. His shorts hit the floor next, leaving him in nothing but black briefs that strained with how hard he already was.

“You gon pay for that shit,” he muttered.

You blinked up at him innocently. “You said ‘soon’… i just helped you hurry.” You bit your lip and opened your legs rubbing over the wet patch in your panties, showing off the slick mess between your thighs. “I missed you, daddy..”

That was the last straw. In two long strides, he was on you — grabbing your ankles and yanking you down the bed until your ass hit the edge with a little gasp.

“You gon learn today,” he muttered, voice thick with need.

Then he was on you — hands rough, greedy, yanking your panties off and pushing your thighs apart burying his face between your thighs. Devouring you like a man starved.

You cried out, head falling back as he licked a thick, slow stripe up your center, groaning like he was starving.

“Tastin all this shit you was teasing me with…” he muttered against your pussy. Voice vibrating through you. “Playin with me like I ain’t gon fuck the attitude out of you”

Your body writhed under him, back arching as you moaned his name — needy, desperate. You couldn’t even form words — just helpless little whimpers, legs shaking as he licked and sucked, messy and unrelenting.

When you were right on the edge, squirming and bobbling his name, he pulled back — his mouth shiny with you, dark eyes locked on your face. When he finally pulled away, he was shaking with need to have you.

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to cum yet, baby. You gon wait for me. You know better than to tease me like that, girl,” he ordered, pulling his briefs down and letting his dick slap against his stomach, thick and aching. Your whole body shuddered in anticipation.

He gripped your hips, lined himself up, and without warning he slammed into you, deep and rough, and you screamed his name — exactly the way he wanted.

Nails clawing at his back as he started to fuck you with deep, punishing thrusts — every snap of his hips sending you higher, higher, until you were clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“This what you wanted, huh?” He panted against your neck, voice raw. “Tell daddy who you belong to.” He demanded fucking you harder with every word.

“You!” You cried out. “Im yours daddy, all yours” you nodded frantically, tears spilling from your eyes from the sheer overwhelming pleasure.

He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. Shortly after, his hand came up, wrapping gently around your throat, not squeezing — just holding, reminding you who owned every moan, every twitch of pleasure in your body.

You felt yourself falling apart again, and Jey chased you through it — hips grinding, stroking you through every wave until you were sobbing his name, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you alive.

And even then, he didn’t stop.

He stayed inside you, rocking slow, kissing your sweaty forehead as you trembled under him.

“You miss me that bad, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded, still breathless.

He chuckled low and dark.

“Aight then. You gon’ be beggin’ me to stop before I’m done wit’ you.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Jey pulled out, his cock still thick, glistening with your slick.

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

“Flip over,” he ordered, voice rough with need.

When you hesitated — still trembling from the first orgasm he forced out of you — he grabbed your hips and flipped you over himself, pressing your chest into the mattress.

You whimpered, feeling the head of his cock teasing your soaked entrance again.

“You act up,” he growled, dragging the tip slowly through your folds, “you get fucked like a bad girl.”

Without warning, he slammed into you again — deeper this time, the new angle making you choke out a broken scream into the sheets.

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back so you could hear every filthy word he growled into your ear.

“All that teasing shit… sendin me them pictures and videos like you ain’t know what you was doing…”

He pulled back slow, almost out of you, then slammed home again so hard the bed creaked.

You moaned, back arching, ass pushing back onto him desperately.

“Yeah… take that shit,” he grunted, hand sliding down your spine to grip your hip so he could fuck you even harder, pounding into you so rough the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

“Beg for it,” he growled. You whined, hips shaking. “Beg, baby, or I’ll leave your ass right here beggin’ all night.”

“Please, daddy… need your dick… need you to fill me up…”

The words spilled out without shame, brain too foggy with pleasure to care.

“That’s what I thought,” he snarled.

He leaned over you, his weight pinning you down, his other hand sneaking around to rub your clit in fast, rough circles — not giving you a second to catch your breath.

You broke — body convulsing around him, eyes rolling back as the orgasm ripped through you so violently you screamed.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Jey groaned, feeling your body squeeze him so tight he almost lost it.

“Fuck… you so wet, baby… shit, you crying for me?”

His voice was low, almost a growl.

You nodded helplessly, tears dripping onto the sheets, but your ass still pushing back against him like a slut desperate for more.

“Good,” he muttered. “Gon give you somethin’ to cry about.”

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them behind your back with one hand, using the other to grip your throat again — not choking, just holding, controlling, making sure you knew exactly who owned you.

“Take this nut, baby,” he panted against your ear. “Take all this shit.”

With one final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside you — hips jerking as he filled you up, groaning low and filthy in your ear.

You felt it — the hot, sticky warmth flooding you, dripping down your thighs as he stayed buried deep, grinding into you slow, making sure you felt every drop.

He finally collapsed over your back, breathing hard, kissing the back of your neck with surprising tenderness after how rough he just was.

“You mine,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse. “Always fuckin mine.”

You nodded weakly, feeling him soften inside you, his arms wrapping around your trembling body protectively.

And you knew — you’d tease him again tomorrow.

Because you loved when he fucked you like this.

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Published : 4/27/25

I hope yall like this, im still unsure how to feel about this. Pls dont hate me😔. Howeverr, im cooking up three more storiess😏

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Submission Hold

Word Count : 1.4k

Jey Uso x Reader

Warnings : age gap (reader is 22), anal play, pure smut

OMNISCIENT |

You were always running your mouth. That’s what started it.

You’d been backstage at Raw, cocky off a clean win, still glistening with sweat and adrenaline when you started teasing Jey. “That was cute, old man,” you smirked, watching him unwrap his tape.

“Think you can keep up with the young ones like me much longer?”

He raised one eyebrow. You knew that look.

“Old man, huh?” he repeated slowly, stepping closer. “Bet I could still tap your cocky little ass out faster than anybody in that locker room.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, biting your lip. “Prove it.”

That’s how the bet started. A friendly spar after hours. First one to get pinned taps out and takes a punishment.

You were fast. Smart. Bratty. Thought you could outmaneuver him.

But Jey Uso was 39, seasoned, and every inch of his body moved like it knew yours—like he’d studied your weaknesses just to break you. He toyed with you for ten minutes before flipping you onto your stomach, face pressed to the mat, your ass in the air. His body was a furnace against yours, heavy, hard, locked in place. His hand pinned both wrists above your head.

“You still runnin’ that mouth?” he whispered against your ear. “Huh, baby?”

You tapped. And immediately regretted it when he grinned.

“Pack your shit,” he said, standing up. “We got dinner plans. You gonna wear somethin’ tight… and what I give you underneath it.”

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Hours later, you were in the hotel bathroom, palms braced on the counter, panting as jey held you still while inching the plug inside of your second hole—metallic, rose gold, curved just right. Your walls clenched as he eased it in, gasping softly when it popped into place. Jey then slipped the vibrating panties over your thighs. Sleek black, nearly invisible under the tight dress.

You met your own gaze in the mirror, flushed and flustered, chest rising and falling fast. Your pierced nipples peeked through the sheer mesh of your bra.

Behind you, Jey leaned in and tugged your hair to tilt your head back. “Such a pretty lil thing,” he growled. “Full of attitude til it’s time to obey.”

He held up the remote and. “You ready?”

“No,” you whispered as you bit your lip nervously.

He smirked. “Too bad.”

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The restaurant was upscale, dimly lit, gold accents and crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow. Your heels clicked on the marble floor as the host guided you to a booth in the corner. Private. Cozy. Dangerous.

You tried to act normal. Legs crossed, hands folded. But the plug pulsed low in your ass, and your clit buzzed with every flick of the panties. He didn’t hit you with full power—no, Jey was mean. He kept it just enough to keep you needy. Dripping. On edge.

He sipped his whiskey and smirked at your squirming. “Table too cold or you just achin for attention?”

You glared, voice low. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

Then he turned the intensity up—slow, steady vibration that made your thighs tremble. Your mouth fell open in a soft gasp. You bit your lip and glanced around. A couple sat one table over. A waiter passed behind you.

“Jey,” you hissed. “Someone’s gonna notice—”

He leaned over the table, voice low and full of threat. “That’s the point. You wanna act like a brat, baby girl? You better learn how to cum quiet.”

You tried. You really did. But by the time dessert arrived, you were shaking, thighs clamped tight. The plug throbbed deep. The panties buzzed mercilessly. And then—he hit the pulse setting.

Your orgasm hit like a wave—slow and intense. You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned low into your wine glass as your body twitched.

“Good girl,” he murmured, brushing your hand beneath the table. “That sweet pussy’s dripping for me isn’t she?”

You whimpered. The waiter showed up just as you tried to compose yourself, cheeks flushed, dress sticking to your damp thighs.

You were wrecked. And he was smug.

──

He drove the car himself. One hand on the wheel. The other on your thigh.

“You still got one more mess in you before we hit the hotel,” he said, rubbing slow circles. “C’mere. Be a good girl. Show daddy how deep that throat is.”

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you leaned over like you’d done it a thousand times, releasing him and dragging your tongue along the thick vein of his shaft. He hissed when you swallowed him halfway, fingers threading into your hair.

“Don’t stop,” he grunted as he bucked his hips up. “Fuck. You sucking my shit up baby.” At this point, Jey’s hand was wrapped in your hair.

You moaned around him, spit dripping down your chin, his dick hitting the back of your throat as the plug inside you kept pulsing. Every bump in the road jolted the toy deeper. You gagged, and he growled.

“That’s it. That’s my fuckin good girl.”

He came down your throat right as you turned into the hotel garage—and made you swallow every drop. You lifted yourself up and smiled innocently at him.

──

As soon as the suite door shut, he slammed you against the wall.

“Strip.”

You peeled the dress off slowly, shaking with need. Your nipples stood hard and pierced, and he groaned at the sight.

“Fuck. Look at those pretty tits.” He dropped to his knees, tongue lapping at your pierced nipples, fingers working the plug out of you with a wet pop.

“Turn around”

Turning around you see yours and his reflection in the floor length mirror. He walked up slowly behind you.

“You want it?”

“Yes” you responded with a slight whimper.

“You better take all this shit”

“Put your hands behind your back”

As you did so, he slightly bent you over. Pulling your panties down and teasingly pulling at the plug. You moaned as he fully removed it. He then pulled out his dick and slid right in—slow, deliberate strokes that made your reflection rattle. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust. He stared at the mirror as he fucked you hard, one hand tangled in your hair, the other on your throat.

“Look at you. So cocky earlier… now you just a fuckin’ mess.”

As their gazed locked in the mirror he stared beating her insides. The room was filled with skin slapping, and your moans.

“D-daddy” you moaned. He was pummeling your pussy. Hitting that spongy spot. You couldn’t take it.

Soon enough you squirted on his dick and all over the floor. He laughed.

“There she go.”

Legs trembling he shoved his thumb into your ass mid-stroke. You screamed.

Then he pulled out completely. Holding tightly onto you to ensure you didn’t fall. As yall walked over to the bed. You immediately knew what to do. Getting on all fours.

Jey comes behind you, stroking his dick. Looking at your second hole clench around nothing. He snickered to himself as he slapped your backside causing you to jolt foward and whine

“Be still.” He growled

You soon felt his tip inching inside of your second whole. You gasped.

“B-baby” you moaned, looking back at him with watery eyes.

“You like that nasty shit, huh?”

You nodded, crying, voice cracked. “Yes—please—fuck, I can’t take it daddy.. i can’t”

You pushed at his abdomen. Jey didn’t like that. He grabbed your wrist and pinned it behind your back.

“You’re gonna take it. You gonna take all of it.”

He slipped the tip out of your second hole and flipped you on your side. Slow, grinding strokes as he pushed his thumb your mouth and you gladly sucked on it.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

He removed his thumb out of your mouth following behind roughly grabbing your jaw. “Open wide for me baby”

Being the good girl you were, you opened up for him. Letting his spit hit the back of your throat. You happily swallowed.

“Mmmm” you moaned while staring back at jey who was pummeling your pussy.

Jey looked down watching you cream all over him. Her legs shaking.

“Look at you, creaming all over this dick. You love creaming on daddy dick?” He asked as his strokes became rougher.

He was fucking you so good, you couldn’t even respond. You didn’t even comprehend anything he had said.

“I asked you a fucking question! Huh? You love creaming on this dick” as he grabbed your throat and brought your face closer to his. So close you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Ugnhh- yes d-daddy! I love creaming on your dick— ohmygodd”

He fucked you all night—from the mirror to the bed, backshots that made the headboard slam, deep strokes with his hand gripping your throat, spitting in your mouth, cum leaking out of both holes.

──

The next morning you woke up in his arms, legs sore, body wrecked.

He kissed your shoulder, warm and soft now, thumb tracing lazy circles over your thigh.

“You okay, baby girl?” he whispered, voice gentle.

You nodded, voice raw. “Mhm.”

“Need anything?”

“Water. A hug. A new spine.”

He laughed and pulled you closer, kissing the back of your neck.

“Next time,” he whispered, “you better win the bet.”

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Published : 04/25/25

Okay guys, i really hope yall liked this. Again im a new writer so not too much on me lmaoo but yeah. I really hope you guys enjoyed lmkkk😘

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About Me :

Hey, my name is amber. Im a new writer so cut me some slack lmao. But i’m 19 years old, currently a college girly, and i like wwe. Lmao there’s not much too me. But I do not do requests, however i am open to new ideas.

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