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Five Days Out: Day 2

Word Count: 927

Warnings: smut, mdni

Jey x Kali

OMNISCIENT | Day 2

The morning started quiet.

Kali didn’t wake up in Josh’s arms. She was already in the bathroom by the time he opened his eyes—door cracked, shower running, steam curling out into the bedroom. Her playlist echoed low off the tile, and the scent of eucalyptus hit his nose before he even sat up.

He watched her silhouette through the glass.

Petite frame. Wet curls down her back. Palms against the wall, her head lowered. She wasn’t crying, but her posture screamed exhaustion—the kind no deep sleep could fix.

Josh sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He’d spent all night thinking about what she said. And now, watching her through that glass, he realized the thing that hurt him the most:

She really thought he didn’t miss her.

He got up slowly, walking barefoot to the bathroom. He didn’t say anything at first—just leaned against the doorframe and stared at her, droplets trickling down her spine.

Kali turned her head, sensing him.

“Good morning,” she said, voice soft.

Josh nodded. “Morning.”

“You sleep okay?”

“Barely.” His tone was flat. “You?”

She shrugged. “I guess.”

Josh stepped inside. Her eyes narrowed just a little.

“You want space?” he asked.

Kali hesitated. “No.”

He raised a brow.

“No,” she repeated, this time firmer. “Just… don’t wanna fight today.”

Josh stepped behind her, opening the shower door without warning. Warm mist kissed his chest as he leaned in, crowding her. She sucked in a breath.

“I’m not tryna fight either,” he murmured. “But you gon stop acting like you okay when you’re not.”

Kali’s hands stayed planted on the wall. “I told you what I felt yesterday.”

“You told me some of it,” he said, brushing wet hair off her neck. “But you still keeping shit bottled up.”

“I don’t wanna keep talking about it.”

“Why?” His voice was low, steady. “Because you think it won’t change anything?”

She stayed quiet.

Josh pressed forward until his chest met her back. His lips brushed her ear.

“You don’t get to shut down on me, baby. Not after that. Say it.”

Kali’s nails scraped lightly against the tile. “Josh…”

He gripped her hips, firm. “Say it.”

“I just feel alone sometimes,” she whispered. “Even when you say you love me. I feel like I’m holding it together by myself.”

Josh’s grip tightened. “You’re not. And I’m gon prove it.”

His hand slid around her stomach, pulling her flush to him. She gasped as she felt him hard—already pressing heavy between her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“I don’t wanna do this just because we argued,” she murmured, weakly.

Josh growled low in her ear, “This ain’t about the argument. This about you acting like you ain’t mine. About you thinkin’ I don’t want you. You need to feel it.”

He didn’t wait. He pulled her hair—wet, heavy, slicked back—and forced her head to tilt as his free hand slid between her thighs.

“Already drippin’,” he muttered. “You swear you don’t want it, but your body know what it need.”

Her knees buckled as he rubbed circles against her clit, his middle finger slipping between her folds—slow, then deep.

“Mmmph—J-Josh—”

“Nah. You gon stay still,” he growled. “Gon let me remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

Kali whimpered, pushing back against him—instinctive, needy.

He turned her around so her back hit the tile, one hand still gripping her hair, the other sliding up her thigh.

“You gon take me in this shower,” he said. “And you gon say thank you for it.”

“Josh—”

“Say it.”

“…Thank you,” she breathed, body trembling already.

He smirked. “That’s my good girl.”

Without another word, he hooked her leg up onto his hip and lined himself up, dragging the tip between her folds, slow and punishing.

Then he slid in.

Deep. Unrelenting.

Kali choked out a gasp, both hands bracing against his chest—but he didn’t let her move.

“Uh uh,” he growled. “You said you tired of feeling alone? Feel this then.”

He slammed into her again. And again. The water poured over them, but it couldn’t drown out her moans—high-pitched, helpless.

She kept trying to push at his abs.

He didn’t budge.

“Stop running,” he said through gritted teeth. “Didn’t I tell you I was gon’ remind you?”

Her head rolled back against the tile. “I—Joshua—please—”

“Please what, ma?”

“I—It’s too much, I’m gonna—”

“Good. I want you to cum. Soak this dick like you fuckin’ mean it.”

Kali’s thighs trembled. She clawed at his arms, moaning louder with every stroke.

“You feel that?” he hissed in her ear. “That’s me stretching you out. That’s me loving you the way you need it.”

“I—mmph—I c-can’t—”

“Yes the fuck you can. You promised last time. No runnin’, remember?”

She clenched around him hard.

Josh chuckled, breath heavy. “That’s it. There she go…”

And then it happened.

Her whole body arched, and a sharp cry left her lips as she squirted hard—legs shaking, hands pushing at his stomach again as if to escape.

He held her tighter.

“Look at that mess,” he grinned. “Made you cum all over me.”

Her chest heaved. Eyes barely open. She looked up at him, dazed and soaking, lips trembling.

“Daddy…”

He kissed her.

Not gentle.

But possessive. Deep. Like he owned every inch of her body—and every thought in her head.

“I ain’t going nowhere,” he whispered. “Next time you feel alone… you better say something. Or I’ma fuck it outta you just like this.”

Kali leaned into him, weak, wet, overwhelmed.

Still shaking.

Still his.

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Published: August 2, 2025

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Sami & Kevin + Xavier reacting to Jey vs Gunther (Wrestlemania 41)

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Five Days Out: Day 1

Word Count: 988

Warnings: angst

Jey Uso x Kali

OMNISCIENT |

The apartment was too clean. That’s the first thing Josh noticed when he walked in—no clutter on the kitchen counter, no half-empty water bottles on the nightstand, not even Kali’s hoodie tossed over the couch like usual. The air smelled like fresh linen and lemon cleaner.

He dropped his bag by the front door and called out softly, “Kali?”

Nothing.

His jaw ticked. He didn’t know what he expected. It was barely 4:30 PM—she might still be at work, or maybe picking up an extra shift. She’d mentioned something about that over FaceTime two nights ago, but the way she said it… clipped, tired. Distant. He’d been gone a few weeks, but the cold between them had started before that.

He walked through the living room slowly, eyes moving across the walls lined with framed pictures—her graduation, his matches. Everything looked in place. Too in place.

Josh dropped onto the edge of the bed and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. His duffle bag sat forgotten in the hallway. He stared at the floor, lips pressed together, waiting on the sound of the door unlocking. Waiting for her.

⸻

She came in almost forty minutes later—messy bun, scrubs wrinkled, keys in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. Her edges had sweated out. She looked exhausted. She paused in the doorway when she saw him.

“Oh.” Her voice was flat. “You’re already here.”

Josh stood slowly. “Yeah… caught an earlier flight.”

Kali nodded and moved past him toward the kitchen. “You should’ve texted.”

“I did,” he said. “Couple hours ago.”

She hummed but didn’t respond.

Josh followed her, leaning against the doorway as she put away two containers of soup and a jug of juice. Her movements were stiff—methodical. She still hadn’t looked at him.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” she said. “Just tired.”

His brows furrowed. “You been getting off late?”

Kali shrugged. “I’ve been covering for Dana. Her son’s back in the hospital.”

Josh nodded slowly. “You could’ve told me.”

“You’ve been busy,” she said quickly. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

There it was. That edge. That quiet little knife she’d gotten good at twisting when she was too tired to argue but too hurt to fake it. Josh exhaled hard through his nose.

“I always got time for you, Kali. Don’t start that.”

“I’m not starting anything,” she said, still not looking at him. “You asked a question. I answered.”

“You tryna be smart?”

She finally looked at him then. Eyes sharp. “Are you tryna pick a fight the second you walk through the door?”

Josh stood up straighter. “I’m tryna talk. You acting like I’m a fuckin roommate, not your man.”

“I’m acting like I’m tired, Josh. That’s all.”

“No, you’re acting like you mad. Like you been mad, and you just waiting to dump it on me now that I’m here.”

Kali shut the fridge harder than necessary. “Maybe I have been mad.”

He blinked, chest tightening. “Why?”

She looked at him, eyes glossy but firm. “Because I don’t hear from you unless I call first. Because I wake up at five, work twelve hours, come home, and the only thing I got waiting for me is silence. No check-in. No ‘how was your day, baby?’ Just fucking Instagram clips of you with your brothers laughing like you forgot about me.”

Josh swallowed. He hadn’t expected it to come out like that—so clean. So raw. He stepped toward her. “Kali, you know it’s not like that—”

“You say that every time.”

He stopped walking.

She shook her head and looked away. “Every time, Josh. Every time you go back on the road, it’s like I don’t exist unless it’s convenient. And I’m not saying I need a five-hour call every night. I just… I wanna feel like you miss me.”

His jaw clenched. “You know I do.”

“Do I?” she whispered.

The question punched through his ribs. He felt it in his throat.

“Kali…” he started, but her phone buzzed from the counter. She glanced at it, then back at him.

“I’m gonna shower.”

She turned and walked off.

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Josh sat alone in the kitchen for a while. The soup was still cold. The juice was untouched. The silence wrapped around him like a straitjacket.

He didn’t know what to say. What would even make it better. Because she wasn’t wrong.

He had been distant. He had been quiet. The schedule was brutal, and he let it bury him—but she was the one person he couldn’t afford to shut out. And he had. Without meaning to, but that didn’t matter.

Intent didn’t ease the sting.

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She came out the shower in an oversized tee, bonnet on, her body still glistening with leftover lotion. She avoided his eyes as she walked to the dresser. He watched her for a long time.

“I ain’t wanna make you feel like that,” he said finally.

Kali didn’t respond.

“I fucked up. I know I did. But I do miss you. Every damn day. I just… I don’t always know how to show it the right way.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her knees up. “It’s not about being perfect, Josh. It’s about trying. And lately, I don’t feel like you have.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “Can I try now?”

Kali hesitated. “Don’t try just because you feel guilty.”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m tryna fix it before it’s too late.”

She looked at him then—really looked at him. And in that moment, the fight drained a little. Not completely. But enough to leave room for air.

She nodded toward the bed. “Just… lay with me. Please.”

Josh moved without hesitation, slipping behind her, pulling her close. His arms wrapped tight around her waist, and her hand rested gently over his.

It wasn’t fixed.

But it wasn’t broken beyond repair.

Not yet.

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Published: July 29, 2025

This is my first time writing a series, so I really hope you guys enjoy it.

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Intro: Five Days Out

Summary:

Kali is used to the rhythm of chaos—12-hour shifts, aching feet, and always being the strong one. But love, especially the kind she shares with Joshua Fatu, doesn’t move on schedule. It tests boundaries. Pushes buttons. And when Josh returns home for five days between shows, the emotional collision between their realities can’t be smoothed over with sex or sleep.

The five days are a raw, layered storm: a ticking clock of unspoken frustrations, physical tension, and unresolved wounds masked by lust and love. Between missed calls, late-night confessions, and one unforgettable breakdown, both Kali and Josh are forced to confront whether love is enough—or if their fire is burning too hot to sustain.

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18+

Minors do not interact.

I hope you all enjoy.

All Of My Works Are With Black Female OC.

OneShots

• Submission Hold

• Clingy

• Game Over

• No Breaks Baby

• Say It Like You Mean It

• From The Club To The Floor

• First Taste

• One Gift No Wrapping

• Act Right

Series

• Five Days Out: INTRO | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Act Right

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, mdni

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

The bass from Jey’s speaker thudded through the shared bedroom as he stood in front of the mirror, slipping on his black designer tee, gold chain resting heavy against his chest. He looked good. Too good. You sat at the edge of the bed, arms crossed, silently watching him — stewing.

He caught your stare in the mirror, raised a brow.

“You good?”

You scoffed. “I guess.”

“Here we go,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting his watch. “What’s wrong now?”

You stood up, crossing the room to him, face inches from his back. “You tell me. You really leavin me tonight? After everything this week?”

Jey turned slowly, lips twisted into a smirk. “It’s one night, ma. One night out with my cousins. I’m always with you.”

“You didn’t even ask if I wanted to come,” you shot back. “You just said it like it was final. Like I don’t matter.”

“You mad cause I didn’t ask you to come to a guys’ night?” He blinked, his tone low and annoyed. “Baby, come on…”

You pushed at his chest, not hard — but enough. “You know damn well I get in my head. You know how I get.”

Jey ran his tongue over his teeth, staring down at you, jaw clenching. “That ain’t my fault. I tell you every day how much I fuck with you. But you be actin like I gotta prove it every five minutes.”

“You know what? Go.” you turned, arms folded tight. “Go out. Hope it’s worth it.”

“You sure?” he challenged, already reaching for his keys. “’Cause I’m leavin. Ain’t gon keep goin in circles with you every time I step out.”

You didn’t answer. Just walked away. Silent. Petty.

He sighed heavy and walked out. Slammed the door harder than he meant to.

4 Hours Later

You had sent twelve texts. All of them a mix of accusations, petty questions, and baiting sarcasm. Jey had left you on read every time.

Your jaw was tight. Your eyes were red. Your attitude was ready.

When the front door finally creaked open close to midnight, you shot off the couch, arms locked tight at your sides.

Jey walked in cool as hell — black tee now snug with heat, chain still gleaming, jaw sharp with irritation.

“Don’t even start,” he muttered, kicking his shoes off.

“Don’t start?” You barked. “You really ignored every one of my texts?”

Jey shut the door and turned to you slowly, a dark look in his eyes.

“You act like a brat then get mad when I treat you like one,” he growled. “You wanted attention? You gon get it now.”

You opened your mouth to snap back — but didn’t get the chance.

He grabbed you. One hand wrapped around your throat, the other yanking your hair, forcing your eyes up to his.

“I don’t wanna hear no attitude,” he snarled in your ear. “You gon take everything I give you”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out — just a shallow, breathy whimper as he shoved you backwards toward the bedroom.

“Strip,” he ordered.

You hesitated.

“I said strip.”

You stripped. Shaking, breath caught in your throat, heart pounding. The room felt hot, air too thick to breathe.

Jey didn’t undress. Just walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed. Then he shoved you down, flipped you over, and dragged your hips to the edge.

“No runnin now,” he said low, pulling his jeans down just enough. His dick slapped heavy against your ass — thick, warm, throbbing.

You gasped, trying to look back. “Jey—”

“You wanted to act like a brat?”

Smack.

His hand met your ass, hard. You yelped, body jerking forward.

“You wanted attention, right?” he gritted, rubbing the red mark before slapping you again.

“Daddy—” you moaned, your voice shaky. “I’m sorry—”

He didn’t wait. Lined himself up and slammed into her in one deep, brutal thrust.

Your scream cut off mid-breath — turned into a gasped moan that broke in the middle.

“Shiiit,” he groaned, grip tight on your hips. He started pounding you. Rough, relentless strokes, deep enough to have youd knees sliding against the sheets.

“Jey—Jey—oh my god—”

“You taking this dick now,” he growled, hand curling in your hair. “Say you missed it.”

“I missed it—fuck—I missed you—”

“You missed daddy’s dick stretchin’ this pussy out, huh?”

You sobbed out a moan. “You’re so big—it’s too much—”

He yanked your head back. “Too much? Nah. You gon’ take all this dick.”

He reached under, rubbed fast messy circles on your clit while still fucking you. Your body jerked. Back arched. Stomach tensed. You started pushing at his abdomen, fingers desperate and shaking.

“Jeyyy— I’m gonna—I can’t—”

He slapped your hand away and kept going. “You can and you will. Don’t run from it.”

Your thighs shook, eyes rolling. “I’m—I’m gonna—Jey!”

You squirted hard, soaking his dick and the sheets. Your body went limp, but he didn’t stop.

“Damn,” he muttered, gripping you tighter. “You creamin’ too? This pussy messyyy…”

His pace stayed brutal. You was gasping now — no full moans, just broken, breathy whines.

“Daddy—please—you’re so deep—”

“You asked for this shit,” he grunted, choking you again, hips snapping with aggression. “You begged for it with that mouth.”

Another slap to your ass. Then another. You was crying now — not from pain, but from everything.

The way he claimed you. Dominated you. Owned you.

“Tell me you mine,” he hissed in your ear.

“I’m yours—always been—always will be—”

“Good fucking girl.”

He pulled out just long enough to flip her your back. Your thighs were shaking. Your eyes were glazed over. But you still reached for him.

He spat on his dick, grabbed your ankles, and folded you in half.

Then he buried himself back inside of you.

Hard. Fast. Deep.

You screamed.

“You wanted to fight?” he grunted, fucking you through it. “You wanna challenge me every time I walk out the house?”

You sobbed, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—fuck—”

“You gon’ think twice next time,” he growled. “You ain’t never gotta beg for attention. You got me.”

The bed was shaking. Your body convulsed again — another orgasm ripping through you pussy clenching, squirting, milking him hard.

Jey cursed and spilled inside her.

The room fell quiet. Except for you whimpering and your wet pussy twitching around Jey.

He leaned in close, sweat dripping.

“Next time you want my attention, ask for it the right way.”

You nodded weakly, body trembling.

“I got you, baby,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “But don’t ever play with me like that again.”

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Published : July 28, 2025 😌

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Girl where you been? We were waiting on something new from you, then you were gone. Hope everything is ok!

Hey, I’m really sorry I just went mia on you guys🥲. However, I’m always thinking about you guys and what I plan on writing next. I plan on dropping something tonight and I promised it’ll be worth the wait

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No cause why?😩

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One Gift No Wrapping

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: pure smut, mdni

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

“Daaaamn.”

You glanced up in the mirror, smirking. Jey was leaned up against the doorframe, eyes low and hungry, watching you slide on lip gloss like it was porn.

“You ain’t even left yet and you already acting like trouble.”

You popped your lips, turning to face him, birthday dress hugging every curve. It was a bodycon—tight at the waist, cleavage sitting just right.

“It’s brunch,” you shrugged playfully. “Mimosas and pancakes. I’m 24, baby. Let me live a little.”

Jey’s eyes dragged over your body, jaw tight. “Nah, you tryna kill somebody in that dress.”

You laughed, stepping into your heels. “It’s my day. I deserve to feel sexy.”

“You already sexy, mama.” He walked over, arms sliding around your waist. “I just don’t like the idea of you out there without me. Dudes gon be looking.”

You leaned into his chest, giving him those soft eyes. “I’ll be good. Just a few hours. I promised them.”

Jey kissed your neck slow, voice low in your ear. “You better remember who you belong to while you out there.”

“Always.”

“You wear that lip gloss back home, I’m smearing it all over my dick,” he muttered, swatting your ass. “Hurry back.”

── 3.5 Hours Later

The front door creaked open, as you giggle to yourself.

“Baabyyyy,” you sang out, half-laughing, holding the wall for balance. “I’m homeeee!”

You stumbled in, holding onto the wall for balance. Purse half open, hair a little frizzy from laughing too hard.

Jey was stretched across the couch, one arm thrown over the back. His jaw ticked when he heard the laugh.

You giggled, slipping your heels off like a toddler. “Don’t look at me like that…” Heels you had no business wearing after two mimosas, let alone six.

“Took you long enough.” He muttered.

You giggled, slurring “Babe.. we had brunch and mimosas, mimosas turned into shots and then somebody ordered hookah and—“

“You drunk?” His voice was flat, rough. You nodded with zero shame. “Maybe a lil”

“You think that’s funny?”

Your smile faded at the sound of his tone—low, dangerous.

“Jey…”

“You said a couple hours. You left me sitting here on your birthday. Waiting. Watching that clock.”

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “You told me brunch. I let you go. I said, ‘Okay, have fun, baby, it’s your day.’” He tilted his head. “Brunch don’t last four hours.”

You blinked up at him, swaying slightly. “I lost track of time…”

“You was too busy acting cute for your friends, huh?” He leaned in, nose brushing hers. “Forgot you had a man waitin at home.”

You didn’t even get the chance to respond. His hand was around your throat, gently but firmly backing you into the wall, his eyes dark as night.

She bit her lip, breath hitching.

“I ain’t get no birthday kiss. No birthday pussy. Just a ‘bye baby’ and the sound of your heels.”

You whimpered. “I’m sorry, Daddy…”

“No you not. But you will be.”

Without warning, he grabbed you by the neck, pulled you in, and kissed you hard—sloppy, deep, tongue fucking your mouth like he missed the taste. You moaned, grabbing at his arms, drunk and needy and dripping heat.

His hand slipped up under the dress. No panties. “You really left the house like this?”

You gasped, wet and throbbing already.

Jey turned you around, shoved you over the arm of the couch. Dress bunched around your waist, ass out, legs trembling.

“You wanna play grown, huh? Go out, act like you single, get tipsy—nah. Daddy gon remind you.”

He spit on your pussy. No warning. No teasing. Just spit and the wet slide of his fingers parting you before he slammed into you with one brutal thrust.

“Oh my god!” You cried, nails clawing at the couch.

“You feel that?” he growled, pounding into you with sharp, punishing strokes. “That’s mine. All of it.”

“Yes Daddy—yesyesyes—”

He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back. “You let anybody look at this ass today?”

“N-no, Daddy—just my friends—I swear!”

“You let anybody see this wet ass pussy?”

“No! Just you, only you—”

“Open your fucking mouth.”

You obeyed without question, tongue out, looking back at him with teary, glassy eyes.

He spit in your mouth, slow, watching it drop. “Swallow it.”

She did—messy, shameless.

“You gon squirt for me birthday girl?” He slapped your ass hard, grinding deep.

“I—I can’t—”

He grabbed your throat from behind.

“Yes you can.” His hand slid between your legs, rubbing your clit just right while he stayed buried deep. “Come on. Let it out. Soak this dick like I know you can.”

Your body locked up, and then—

Splash.

You squirted hard, soaking his thighs, the cushions, everything. Your moan was wrecked, face falling into the couch cushions.

“Fuckkk,” he groaned. “There it is, that’s my good fuckin girl,” he muttered gritting his teeth. “Messy ass birthday girl.”

But he didn’t stop.

“Look at you,” he muttered, “This what you wanted?”

You gasped, hands gripping the couch cushions, the stretch stealing your breath.

“Wanted me to fuck you like a whore on your birthday, huh?” He wrapped his hand around your throat again, pulling your head back. “Say it.”

“I wanted it, Daddy,” you choked out. “Wanted you to fuck me dumb.”

He pounded you from behind, rough, brutal, sweat flying, the sound of skin smacking echoing through the room. His balls slapped your clit every time he bottomed out, and it was making you lose it.

You collapsed into the couch cushions, whimpering.

But he wasn’t done.

He flipped you over, spread you wide, and started again—this time staring right into your face as he drove into you.

“You ain’t finished til I say so.”

He kept fucking—deep, slow strokes now, his face hovering over yours.

“Open that pretty mouth.”

You obeyed, eyes dazed.

He spit in it again. “Swallow it.”

You did.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunted, pounding faster, your moans getting choked out as he wrapped a hand tight around your throat again.

Your eyes rolled back. “I’m gonna cum again—please, Daddy, please—”

“Cum all over me, baby. Cream this dick.”

You screamed his name, legs shaking, pussy clenching so tight around him that he had to bite down on his lip to keep from blowing immediately.

“Shit!” he cursed, hips stuttering. “I’m finna nut in this pussy—gonna fill you up, give you every fuckin’ drop—”

“Please, Daddy, cum in me,” you begged.

He slammed in one last time, holding deep, releasing with a loud groan.

Their bodies were tangled, breath heavy, sweat mixing as you blinked up at him—completely used, stretched, and full.

He kissed your forehead, even while your legs still twitched.

“Happy fuckin birthday, baby.”

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Published : 05/26/25

I hope you guys enjoyedddd!!!🥰

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the most beautiful human inside and out 🤍

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First Taste

Word Count: 651

Warnings: pure smut, mdni

Jey Uso x Reader

OMNISCIENT |

The movie flickered across the screen, something half-watched and forgotten.

You sat curled up on the couch, blanket across your lap, fingers lazily playing in Jey’s hair where he rested—head nestled between your thighs, cheek against the soft skin just below your shorts.

You guys have been together for three months. Real, intentional. No rushing. Just heat bubbling under the surface every time he kissed you slow, held you too tight, let his hand linger too long on your thigh.

And tonight?

He was done waiting.

“Mm,” he hummed against your skin, lips brushing the inside of your thigh. “You always so warm right here, baby.”

You smiled softly, a little breath catching in your chest. “You always got your face buried there, you’d know.”

He looked up, smirk tugging at his lips. “Can’t help it. Shit’s comfortable. Smells like heaven.”

You laughed—nervous, sweet—but your thighs flexed just a little tighter around his head.

He felt it.

Jey’s hand came up, resting on your hip. “Y’know,” he murmured, voice lower now, eyes locked on your face, “I’ve been good. Real good.”

Your breath hitched. “Yeah…?”

He nodded, slow. “Ain’t touched you once. Ain’t rushed you. Just waited. But I’m layin’ here, between these thighs… and baby, I need a taste.”

Your lips parted, eyes wide. “Jey…”

“I ain’t askin’ to fuck,” he said, kissing your thigh again, slower this time. “I just wanna eat it. Just lay here and make you cum over, and over, and over until you don’t remember how to say my name.”

You swallowed. “You really want to?”

His eyes darkened. “Been wantin’ since the first time you called me ‘Daddy’ without even knowin’ what you were doin’.”

Your legs twitched.

“I got you,” he whispered, fingers sliding up under the leg of your shorts. “Let me take care of you. You don’t gotta do nothin’, baby.”

You nodded, heart racing. “Okay…”

That was all he needed.

He kissed his way up your thigh, tugged your shorts and panties down in one slow, smooth pull. The second your pussy was bare, he just… stared.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, breath hot against you. “So fuckin’ pretty. I missed this?”

“You’ve never seen—”

“Exactly.” He spit gently on your folds, watched it drip. “Now shut up, let me catch up.”

Then his mouth was on you.

Tongue sliding between your lips, slow at first. Testing. Exploring. Then deeper—licking you like he had something to prove. Like every swirl of his tongue was a love letter and a punishment wrapped into one.

“Fuuuck—” you gasped, hand flying to his head. “Jey—oh my god—”

He moaned against you, and the vibration made your hips jolt.

He sucked your clit hard, then eased off just enough to speak, lips still brushing you.

“You like that, baby?”

“Y-yes—”

“You want Daddy to keep goin’? Make this pussy flood my face?”

“Please, Daddy—”

That snapped something in him. His fingers slid in—one, then two. Thick and deep. Curling just right.

You cried out, head thrown back. “That’s—oh my god, right there!”

“Yeah? That spot hittin’?”

You nodded wildly, thighs trembling, trying to keep still—but he held you down with one strong arm.

“You don’t run from this,” he growled. “You take what I give you. I been waitin’ too long for this shit.”

“Okay babyyy—wait—”

You pushed at his head, overwhelmed, hips bucking.

He just groaned, sloppier now, fucking you with his fingers, tongue flicking your clit fast.

And then—gush.

You squirted hard, soaking his hand, your stomach flexing as you came loud and uncontrollably, body twitching under him.

“That’s right,” he groaned, pulling back to watch. “Look at this fuckin’ mess. That’s all me, huh?”

You were breathless. Shaking. Eyes glassy.

He slid his fingers out, coated in your cream, and brought them to your lips.

“Taste how sweet you are,” he whispered.

You sucked them in without hesitation.

Jey smirked. “That’s my girl.”

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Published : 5/18/2025

I know yall ain’t think i forgot about yall!! I was cut up with my finals & moving out of my dorm. But i’m back and super excited to write again. I hope you guys enjoyed this fic😘

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This man can get between my legs any day with that tongue. Whew!

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JEY USO WWE RAW, May 5th, 2025

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JEY USO WWE RAW, May 5th, 2025

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I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍↕️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!” She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️