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REST DAY - JEY USO

Summary: When Jey offers to take your personal training sessions to a more private level, resorting to his home gym seems to be the ideal free trial option.

Pairing: personal trainer! jey uso x black fem! reader

Warnings: 18+/NSFW under the cut, fluffy (if you squint), catching feelings, jey gets a little jealous (gym girlie is pressure, even with a certain Melo), both pt! jey and gym girlie reader are cocky, making things official, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, babes), a night out on the town, intimate showers, jacuzzi sex, slight exhibitionism (big ole bay windows), oral (f! and m! receiving), 34 + 35 (do your math), creampies, a busted up lip (oops!)… oh and foreshadowing what goes down next in the gym!

Word Count: 6.8k... buckle up issa long one!

Inspo: more than 4 songs inspired this - consider it your lil soundtrack for this one shot. And yes, 112 has to be here - we know they're constantly on rotation for jey bae <3

Author's Note: It's pretty safe to say that personal trainer! jey is very canon - and the workout videos we've been getting... I'll consider it a stamp of approval from our fav pt himself [please keep the streak up, the girlies enjoy being spoiled, jey <3]. so many of you were keen for a part 3 after parts 1 and 2 dropped, so naturally, after some thinking, this is what I came up with. As always, likes, reblogs, comments, and inbox msgs are welcome! Enjoy!

Part 1 is here

Part 2 is here

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The scratching sounds of chalk lulled your exhausted state as you lay down on a mat in the new gym location Jey had given you, following the night in the parking lot.

Your eyes flutter open, noting that Jey was sat across from you, sweat dripping down his chest - evidence that the workout had definitely served its purpose. His manspreading position had your heartbeat thrumming rapidly, black cargos hanging low off his hips, the waistband of his boxers peeking out.

Always a tease, but you didn't mind. He was always showing out - especially for you.

"You good, sleepyhead?" He chuckles, extending a hand to help you to your feet. You hobble up, struggling to walk properly, courtesy of the leg day focused workout - and perhaps a steamy post-gym session in his bed the night before.

It was the usual routine, only the location had changed. It was the first time you weren't at his Atlanta gym spot. After a week of convincing you to come work out at his house, you showed up two nights ago, gym bag in hand. Jey had worked you out, cooled you down, and provided the best aftercare for any sore muscles.

"I'm fine, Jey. Just so sore." You mumble as he rubs your back, pressing his lips against your shoulder blades. The soft touch of his lips on your skin had you giggling softly in return, and you close your eyes, leaning your head against his chest. "You did so good, baby. More practice with the Smith machine, and you gon' get that personal best." He reassures, and you open your eyes, smiling at that.

It was his constant goal to make you feel like the star you were in the gym - something that your ex couldn't do for you. "Once I hit that personal best, I'm teaching you hot yoga." You chuckle, a knowing smirk on your lips. "That can be arranged, mamas." He smirks back, knowing some of the compromising positions would only ensue in the two of you being tangled up in each other.

Not that either of you would be complaining.

Your eyes dart to his lips, and he squeezes your hip gently. "Why you starin, pretty girl? What's goin' on in your mind, hm?" He whispers, leaning in to peck your lips. He lingers there, forehead resting against yours when he pulls back.

"I just... I don't know how to quantify things, right now. I never expected any of this for us, you know?" You whisper, cupping his face in your hand.

He nods.

He didn't anticipate it either.

Months ago, Jey was noncomittal and focused on his job, which was managing his gym while wrestling in between. But meeting you changed things for him. He was enamoured by you, to the point he could admit to himself that he was catching feelings.

Would he be wrong for saying he was falling...dare he say, falling in love with how you carried yourself, how hard you worked, and how much you cared?

No.

But he didn't divulge much on those feelings, knowing the breakup had taken a toll on you for a while.

"I know, ma. And I'll be real, I didn't foresee any of this either. But shit, I lucked out f'real." He teases, and you squeeze his hand.

The silent gesture you both resorted to when you were in agreement.

"Me too, baby."

Your eyes dart to the clock, and you sigh at the time. It was 4pm, and Jey was set to leave for work in a half hour.

"Ay, no more pouting. One quick spar before I leave, aight?" He quips, and you sigh. Although sore from constantly repeated circuits of goblet squats and lunges, you could never turn down a quick spar.

"You know the rules, right?" He teases, and you size him up, grabbing the infamous black roll of tape, handing it to him so he could properly prep your hands.

"Hit the mitt, not the face. Can't afford to bruise up that moneymaker, huh?" You smirk back, eyes drawn to the precision with which his hands move, wrapping your wrists up securely.

Once done, you grab the sparring boxing gloves, putting them on as he puts on the mitts. On his count, you're breezing through the circuits - punches, jabs, and strikes so effective that you have him ducking at points.

"Atta, girl. Keep it controlled when you hit." He coaches, and you, ever the quick learner, adapt and apply the advice.

It was going rather smoothly, both of you laughing until you miss your step, and land a solid strike on his lip.

"Shit." He grunts, tossing off a mitt to stop the cut from bleeding out too much.

You hobble over, due to soreness from the workout and sit him on a bench.

"I'm so sorry... I got way too into it, Jey." You murmur, but he waves it off.

"S'nothin', I been through a lot worse." He says, his tongue soothing the wound on his lip and your eyes darken at the sight- almost wanting to taste it for yourself.

He was so nonchalant when it came to injuries unless you were the one getting hurt.

You grab a nearby ice pack and some gauze, pleading with him to let you clean him up.

And he does. He likes the delicate nature with which you take care of things, be it yourself, his puppies, or your workout spaces.

"Okay you gotta pout for me, please." You mumble, and he complies, allowing you to clean up the cut. It's not as bad as you thought - you’re certain it'll heal by the time his shift ends that night.

"Look atchu, lil nurse." He teases, squeezing your thigh as you ice his lip. You feel your cheeks burn, remembering the last time ice was used between you two.

"Don't start, baby. Y'got work soon." You say softly, noting the time. When you take off the ice pack, the cut's reduced quite a bit.

"Much better." You conclude, pressing a quick kiss to his bottom lip and he hums, pulling you into his arms.

While the two of you settle from the vigorous workout and Jey's busted lip - now mildly healed, your eyes continue scanning his home gym, noticing the scribbled writing on the chalkboard.

"Date Night @ 10pm."

"A date? With me??" You say softly, and he nods, pulling you into his chest. "You deserve a lil celebratin' tonight, baby girl. A lil' drinkin', a lil' dancin'... call it a housewarming night on the town." He says, squeezing your thighs. Your heart flutters at his words.

All the spoiling he was giving you - you'd think he was your boyfriend.

He's not - but you're not complaining.

He had made it so clear that he was for you, and only you.

So wouldn't that be enough?

He shakes you out of your thoughts, standing up to help you to your feet. "Yo' ass been daydreamin' or something?" He teases, leading you upstairs to the master bedroom. The bathroom was luxurious, complete with a multi-functional shower and jacuzzi on the balcony.

"Nah, just reminiscing." You say coyly, letting go of his hand as you get undressed, shimmying off the well worn sports bra and biker shorts as he watches.

"Yeah? About what, mamas? Whatchu thinkin?" He says, and you look up at him.

"That night in the parking lot." You barely whisper, registering his hands massaging your hips, tugging on the waistband of your lace panties, a pretty hue of dark pink.

His favourite.

"You still feel that, huh?" He says, smugly grinning as he brushes his fingers against the lace, and you cling to his tattooed bicep, one of your thumbs tracing over the little cut on his lip.

"You still cocky about it?" You quip and he shakes his head, a mischievous grin on his face.

He discards his cargos and boxers, wearing nothing but his smaller gold chain. His eyes note the pretty jewel on your bellybutton, now pink instead of the red you had on that fateful night in his Escalade.

"Take 'em off, mama." He whispers, and you feel your stomach churn. You don't hesitate, stepping out of the lace as his eyes take in your bare state. "Better?" You coo, beckoning him to the steamy shower.

The clock reads 4:30pm, but knowing him, he's already pushed his start time to 6pm, ensuring you get taken care of first.

Water cascades down your bodies as sensual r&b music echoes through the speakers. "You pack a good ass punch, baby." He praises, and you feel your cheeks burn, as they always did when he dished out compliments. His hands are soft, tender and gentle as he helps you scrub off the grime and sweat from your hard work.

Intimate moments such as this one have you breathless, swooning at how he takes such good care of you. His hands knead circles reverently on your body, easing the muscles that have worked tirelessly throughout the day. "Mm...that feels nice, Jey." You whine softly, clinging onto him as he washes you off. He chuckles, pressing a few kisses to your cheek as you rest your head on his chest.

"You deserve it, mama. Y'been workin' nonstop, and you took care of me just now, too." He croons, leaning back to admire how the water makes you appear even more ethereal. You turn to face him, reciprocating the actions as best as you can. As you take care of him, ensuring he's all freshened up for his shift, you can't help but admire how the water clings to his eyelashes, making his big brown eyes appear softer. His lips part slightly, the glint of his bottom grill sending a rush between your thighs.

"A-all done, baby." You stutter slightly, hoping the quickness with which you say the words distracts him from the effect he has on you.

"You not slick, ma. But don't worry, you gon' get it good after tonight. I promise." He chuckles smugly, smacking your ass on his way out to get ready.

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9PM

You'd kept yourself occupied during the shift, sorting out what to wear while Jey was out of the house. After what seemed like an eternity, you decided on a midriff baring leather halter top and matching miniskirt. The location was a boujee bar in downtown Atlanta, and Jey was friends with the owner, who'd managed to add you both to the guest list. You're vibing out to music as you touch up your makeup, when you hear the bedroom door open.

"Sheesh... look atchu, ma." He grins, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. You smile back, revealing a few tooth gems had been added to the ensemble, and he revels at the sight. "You 'boutta make me reconsider this whole date right now, baby girl. You look beautiful." He says, closing the distance as he comes up behind you, arms around your waist.

The reflected image in the mirror of him nuzzling your neck while you get ready gives you butterflies of what potentially could grow from this… “partnership.”

"Ay, you not reconsidering shit. Now go get ready." You whisper back, and he groans loudly, feigning anger.

"Aight, I'll be ready in a few." He calls out from the bathroom.

Once the shower turns on, you resume your preparations, adding a few finishing touches before you pull on your heels and scroll on your phone, waiting for Jey to emerge from the bathroom.

Within a few minutes, he's out of the bathroom, dressed head to toe in black. The collar of his black tee is contrasted by the usual cuban chain he wore, with shades on the back of his wet mullet. His usual scent of woodsy oud and sandalwood are particularly prominent, and when he smiles at you, the dual set of grills make their presence known.

"You clean up real good, actually." You chuckle, getting on your feet.

"Do I now?" He says with a hand outstretched. You place your hand into his palm, the warmth oozing through you like melted chocolate.

He squeezes your hand.

You squeeze his hand in return.

A subtle but firm confirmation of preparedness for whatever the night had in store.

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By the time you arrive at the club, the building is packed. Several of the bartenders, hosts, and patrons ogle at you, noting that Jey has you glued to his side. You don't seem to mind it at all - you aren't concerned about the onlookers in the slightest. His arm around your waist keeps you steady as he waves to a few of the guests, hooting loudly when he spots a few of his staff members.

It was clear that everyone needed a chill night to relax.

Everyone.

When Jey gets called over by one of the junior trainers for a team photo, he squeezes your hand gently.

"I'll be back, mamas. They need me to sign a couple things." He whispers, and you smile at him as he leaves.

"I'll be in the bathroom - just message me when you're done." You call out and he nods.

The club is packed with expensively dressed patrons and their plus ones. Drinks were flowing, couples were all over each other on the dance floor, and sure enough, the ladies bathroom was packed. On your way there however, you bump into a rather surprising sight.

Carmelo.

He's sporting his usual biker style leather jacket, freshly done braids and his sunglasses. An aloof grin on his lips, he crosses his arms, pulling his shades over his head to meet your gaze.

"Well, well, well. Thought I wasn't gonna see your fine ass again after last week." He chuckles, and you roll your eyes.

"If you were concerned, the old Melo would've messaged and checked in." You retort, shaking your head as you push past him.

He isn't quick to give up.

"You came here alone, or did you finally succumb to Jey's pressure?" He scoffs, and your blood goes cold.

You and Jey hadn't gone public. And yet, you were his date tonight. You knew you had to think fast, and thankfully you did.

"I got invited by one of the girls, actually. Y'know just because he taught me a couple of boxing tricks doesn't mean I'm attached to him at the hip." You say, and the words burn.

It hurt to deny feelings, you’ve come to find out.

"Oh shit? The crew's here too?" He quips smugly, and he offers a hand.

You remind yourself that Jey and you aren't together.

Not hard launched.

Not a labelled item.

It makes your heart ache; part of you wishing you had told him how you felt sooner.

You take his hand, allowing Carmelo to lead you to the reserved booth, heart pounding in your chest as you see Jey seated with a few of the other staff, a lollipop sucker in hand and a shot glass that had recently been emptied. When he looks your way, he scowls.

You let go of Carmelo's hand instantly, smoothing your hand on your skirt. "Thanks, Carmelo." You say flatly, sitting far away from Jey and playing off the interaction as best as you can.

It fails.

"Y'all finally showed up, huh?" Jey calls out after a few minutes, and you drown out the husk in his voice with a shot. The amber liquid courses through your veins, and you sit up a little straighter.

Liquid courage had its perks.

"Directions were not exactly clear, Jey. But Melo here, helped me find my way back." You say teasingly, a coy smirk on your lips.

Riling Jey up had its perks - and it usually ended up with you folded in several different positions.

Jey's eyes meet yours, and you don't break eye contact, taking another shot before standing up. Carmelo notices the intense nonverbal exchange, and you let one hand rest on his chest, much to Jey's dismay.

"Thanks for bringing me over here, Melo." You chuckle, leaving the man in a daze. You feel Jey's gaze linger on your form, and looking over your shoulder, you give him a nod of acknowledgement.

It's not the usual doe eyed plea you give him.

There's an unseen side to you when it comes to being out and about. He hadn't been out with you before, and the energy emitted at this very moment was not the tipsy, giggly energy you had during a drunk anime marathon.

You were a walking siren.

A vixen in his eyes.

Meant for him and only him.

Jey fidgets in his seat, adjusting himself subtly as his jealousy brims to a boiling point. He’s glued to the sway of your hips when you walk, drawn in by the flirty smirk given when you wave off a few rich investors, and entranced by how you blend in effortlessly under the club lights. It’s as if he’s under a spell, watching your hips whine in tune to the current rotation of Valiant, the reverberating rhythm of the dancehall tracks blending in time with your sensual performance.

Jey notices Carmelo observing you, and when he meets your eyes, you beckon him forward with a finger. Both men pace forward, but it's Jey who makes a quick beeline, handing Carmelo his buzzing phone that had been ringing nonstop. "Y'gotta focus on your shit, Uce. Juggling a whole lotta mess by the look of them messages." He chuckles, pushing past him to meet you on the dance floor.

"…Finally...took you long enough." You whisper, and his hands find your waist when he gets behind you. "Nah...y'ain't gon' complain about taking long when you were holdin' hands with 'Melo, ma." The low register of his voice has your core throbbing, and you smirk, clearly eager to rile him up a little more.

"I mean you turned our little club outing into a team meeting, baby." You tease back, knowing it was not intended. "Left me high and dry... and besides, we're not publicly together - not an item or a couple." You mutter, and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I don't wanna be. You still got work, classes, exams... m'not tryna distract you from your daily routine. You got one more semester in this program before you're done, ma. I'm gon' wait till you're fully ready." He husks, guiding your hips as you grind up sensually against each other.

It's thoughtful that he cares about you staying locked in. You were a high achiever, as he's come to learn.

"Fair play, baby." You whisper, turning to face him, arms wrapped around his neck. His eyes are heavy-lidded, much darker than earlier. He pulls you flush against him, lips brushing the shell of your earlobe.

"Need you out them clothes, mama."

Your breath hitches, and when you press up against him, you can feel just how aroused he is. The feel of his erection brushing up against your leather skirt, barely teasing your upper thigh - its bad enough that the feeling makes you unable to think straight.

That, and the two cognac shots you threw back earlier in the evening.

"Out them clothes, huh?" You chide playfully, and he nuzzles your neck, the cool metal from his grill teasing your pulse point in an almost primal manner.

“M’not playin’… I told you I was gon’ get you good tonight, ain’t I?” He repeats, pulling you closer to him.

Your nails dig into his broad chest, body arching in as he marks you up beneath the club lights. His lips move precisely, suckling dark blooms into your skin as you softly whimper his name.

"J-Jey..." The hiss leaves your lips as he pulls back, meeting your siren eyes with a smug grin.

"Y'ready to go home, mamas?" He whispers, and you nod.

He takes your hand, squeezing it again as you return the squeeze immediately.

You knew deep down, nothing would've prepared you for the private party you'd have once the both of you got home.

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The drive home is quiet, except for the soft hum of 112 playing through the speakers. There's a plethora of brimming, unspoken tension that needs to eventually be addressed - but you're both too stubborn to have a conversation. At times, the both of you catch each other's eye, but say nothing.

Jey was still a little taken aback by the friendliness you showed Carmelo, but he recognized that you were playing the hand that fed you.

Your defence mechanism, so to speak. Unless steps were taken to establish exclusivity, you would always apply a little pressure. He exhales under his breath, trying to focus on the road.

You on the other hand, felt pretty smug about the night's events. Keeping Jey on his toes was second nature to you, be it in or out of the gym - and tonight was no different. Your thoughts continue to race, but are eventually interrupted when you feel Jey's palm rest on your upper thigh.

"This okay?" He mumbles, and you nod your head.

"More than okay, Jey." It's an immediate reply, knowing that the arousal beginning to pool in between your legs would soon reveal just how eager you were to get home.

Within a few minutes, he's parked the Escalade in front of his house, wasting no time to lead you inside.

"Think the jacuzzi needs a little housewarming, don't you?" He interrupts your thoughts as you step out of your heels, carrying them in hand. You chuckle at the coy offer, and step closer to him.

"You had this all planned out, huh?" There's a slightly higher pitch in your cadence - anticipation and perhaps a slight optimism that the night was still young.

It always was - at least with him.

"Ay, I play my cards right, ma. M'gon' need you out them clothes though, first." He says the words again, both hands resting on the curve of your ass, giving you a squeeze.

He was too good when it came to making you feel things.

A little too good.

You shimmy out of his grip, and head up to the topmost floor, stopping in your tracks when you notice a trail of flower petals on the floor. Pink ones, red ones, and white ones - all neatly scattered in an elegant pathway.

"What the -" You trail, continuing down the rose petal littered floor to the bathroom. You make quick work of the leather two piece set you had on, tossing them into a laundry hamper.

Your heart pounds just a little faster, unaware that Jey had set up the date at the club as a means for his house to be ready for the two of you.

You weren't even aware he was waiting for you on the deck, running the jacuzzi jets while you got ready.

Something was clearly in the air.

You brush off the sudden rush of nerves, trying not to get your hopes up. For all you cared, he could've pulled all the stops to celebrate your gym progress, right?

Wrong.

Oh so wrong.

You tighten the straps of your lingerie, opting for leopard print instead of the usual pinks and magentas. As you add on a dollop of lip gloss, Jey's voice breaks through the door.

"Ay, baby, you okay?" He calls out, adding a subtle knock on the door.

The warmth in his voice caused your cheeks to heat up.

You had missed this so badly.

I'm good, papi. Actin' like this pussy's running away from you or something." You tease, opening the door. You nearly double over, as he leans by the door, a bottle of champagne in his hand.

His hoochie shorts are a burgundy red - an homage to the night in the parking lot.

"You keep outdoin' yourself, baby girl - all dolled up and pretty f'me." He says, practically undressing you with his eyes. Your stomach flutters, and you can't help but coyly smile, stepping out of the bathroom, giving him a playfully flirty twirl.

"Don't act like you're surprised, Jey." You scoff slightly, offering him a hand.

He squeezes it gently.

"Close your eyes, ma."

You're apprehensive at first, but you let him step behind you, one hand covering your eyes as he gently walks you to the balcony.

He rubs your arms, a silent reassurance that you're in good hands.

He wants you to trust him, beyond just gym workouts.

"Open 'em up, pretty girl." He whispers, and your eyes flutter open. The deck is decorated with more flower petals, balloons, a couple of champagne flutes, and ambient music playing.

"You're kidding?" You gasp, taken by surprise.

"Nah, mamas. I wanted to do something special - for you." He whispers.

For you.

Two little words that could change the course of your current situation with him.

"For me?" You repeat the words slowly, and he nods.

"For you, and you only."

You meet his softened gaze, pulling him into a hug. His tattooed arms wrap around your hips and he draws in a sharp breath when you press a kiss to his cheek.

"This is so thoughtful, baby." You whisper, pulling back.

"You work hard - busy in and outta the gym; I had to do something." He chuckles, taking your hand to lead you into the jacuzzi. The feel of warm water and billowing steam has you thinking back to the night in the sauna.

Where it all began.

Jey sits on one end, popping open the champagne and pouring you both a glass. As you make your way in, he's drawn in on how the water clings to your body, accentuating your curves beneath the dim lighting.

"C'mere." He growls, beckoning you forward.

It was something about your energy, your presence - it made him primal.

Practically feral.

The warm water of the jacuzzi reaches your ribcage as you stand beside him. He hands you a glass, and you take it, straddling him in turn. You take a sip as he watches intently, grinding your hips up against his.

"Fuck, mamas." He grunts under his breath. One hand holds you secure on your hip, while the other lazily smacks your ass, causing you to mewl softly in his ear.

"And you said I outdid myself, hm?" You purr, pressing your lips to his. He pulls you sharply into his lap, the expanse of one of his hands gripping your thigh to hold you from slipping off.

Your fingers tease the nape of his mullet, tugging at it slightly when his grill brushes up against your bottom lip. The gentle nibble he gives your bottom lip leaves you breathless, and he pulls back, taking a sip out of the bottle of bubbly champagne.

"You always do." He murmurs, cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing at your lips.

Part of you wonders if this is all a ruse - a dream that’ll eventually end. But the other part of you actually believes that he wants something out of this.

“I don’t. I mean, I try to but I don’t.” You manage to say, pulling away from him for a second. It’s taking everything in you to keep your walls up, but Jey doesn’t relent.

He would’ve kicked himself badly if he let you go.

So he doesn’t. He takes your hand, squeezing it to bring you back to Earth.

“Tonight is about you, ma.” He whispers, and you can already feel the tears welling up.

“What are you talking about, Jey?” You say weakly.

There's a tense moment of silence, but Jey doesn't allow it to ensue for too long.

"You know what I'm talkin' about, ma. It's not just about the workouts to me anymore - You made me change." He says, and when he talks you notice his pupils dilate - all big and round and full of an emotion you'd never thought you'd see.

"You being serious?" You quip, and he pulls you right back into his lap.

"Y'better believe it, baby girl. Why'd you think I invited you to come here and workout, besides the classes and 'other' shit, huh?" He tucks one of your braids behind your ear, tracing the expanse of your cheek.

"To not be public, right?" You mumble, but deep down you know there's more to it than that.

"Nah mamas. S'not just about who sees us. I don't care about that. After that night in the Escalade, after I kissed you goodnight and dropped you off, I went home to think..." He falters, but rather than nonchalantly hold back his feelings, he says it.

He finally confesses to his unrelenting need to be with you.

"For the first time in a long time, I realized just how much of a hold you have on me."

It takes you a moment to digest his words, but in the moment you squeeze his hand.

It calms you both down.

"I feel the same, Jey. I always have." You murmur, and he rubs your back.

You feel fuzzy admitting your feelings - after all, you only avoided him and abandoned the gym because you thought he wanted something casual. All while bottling your feelings up and hoping they never spilled out.

But they did.

"I just don't want to be a client to you anymore." You manage to say, and he picks up on that.

"You think yo' ass is still a client, huh?" He teases, pressing a few lingering kisses down your jaw, causing your breath to hitch and your brain to go numb for a moment.

"Y'ain't never gon' be a client again, mama. All I want is for you to be my girl, if you'll let me?" He whispers and the butterflies in your stomach quadruple.

You digest the words slowly but surely and nod.

"Yes...as long as you know that you're my man now." You whisper back, deftly tracing the Samoan ink on his chest.

"I been knew." He chuckles for a moment, cupping your face yet again.

His confidence was everything you needed - that type of reassurance that maybe you'd give these feelings a proper chance.

"I knew I was yours too, baby." You finally admit.

It's what you both needed - not only to admit those feelings, but let them play out without hiding anymore.

Lay it all out in the open for the two of you to bask in.

Jey squeezes your thigh, and you straddle him again, the tension hot enough for a knife to slice through it.

"Tell me what you need, mamas." He says, a newfound urgency in his tone. The rasp has you clenching around nothing, but you exhale the one word he's waited all night for.

"You."

He doesn't hold back when he kisses you this time, wanting you to feel just how much he cared about you through his actions. His fingers brush beneath your panties, pulling them gently aside. When he teases your clit, you hiss under your breath at the sensation.

"Always so wet, huh? Like you were made f'me." He hums, and you grip onto his shoulder, hips bucking up against the pad of his fingers.

"Fu-fuck, baby." You mumble under your breath, and he grins, wanting nothing more than to make you shake, courtesy of his ministrations.

"Doin' so good, mama." He praises, slipping two fingers into your soaked heat, and your walls flutter immediately. "So fuckin' tight, baby girl."

The grit in his cadence has you pandering to his every move, and when he curls his fingers against your spongy walls, you can't put a fathomable thought together.

"J-just like that, shit." He grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. It isn't long before he tugs down the leopard print bra, tossing it aside - granting himself full access to your body.

"J-Jey...p-please." You stutter, growing dizzy at the feel of his fingers coaxing an orgasm out of you as he latches his lips onto your wet nipples.

The overstimulation has you quivering, and he loves it.

Seeing you come undone like an abstract work of art that he created - it caused his dick to twitch beneath the confines of his shorts.

"M'so close, please." You whimper, and he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, only to replace them with his dick. He's gentle, wanting to take his time with your the first round.

First of many.

When he's sheathed by your heat, Jey's eyes darken. A subtly loud invitation for you to go to town on him.

"Ride me, baby girl. Show daddy who's dick this is." He taunts, and given your cockiness, you indulge his request.

With his hands on your hips for support, and warm water keeping you both wet, your pace is steady and deliberate. His grunts punctuate every moment his tip kisses your cervix, and it sends you into overdrive.

"Shit... atta girl, fuckin' me like she should. So fuckin' pretty, mama."

Your nails dig into his triceps, lips pressed up against his neck as you continue to ride him. Water splashes onto the deck, but it means nothing to either of you.

All that matters is the present.

"Y'so fuckin' deep, daddy...fuck." You say hoarsely, voice already breaking from how good you're taking him. And when he snaps his hips into your soaked entrance, you lose all resolve, letting him reward you for riding him so well.

"Pussy's all mine, sweetheart. Look how she's grippin this dick, huh? Y'like that shit, don't you?" He chuckles, thrusting so deep into you that your toes curl, and you bite into his shoulder in hopes you muffle the obscene chorus of expletives and pleas for him to never stop.

"I know, mama. I know." He groans yet again, and you cling onto him while he drives deeper into you.

It feels too good for either of you to stop now, having passed the point of no return.

"Gettin' close, hm?" He quips, and your velvety walls flutter around his thick length.

"So close, J-Jey."

He curses under his breath when he hears the tremor in your voice, now hoarse and debauched. "Cum f'me, baby. You deserve it." He coos, and you melt like putty.

As you come undone, his last fews thrusts are needy, desperate, and sloppy - eager to fill you to the brim until you’re too full. His breaths are short and laboured, watching how your eyes roll back when his seed coats your inner walls.

"Shit....could fuck you all night, ma." He says after a few moments and your eyes flutter open.

"Who said you were done?" You tease, and he smacks your thigh lightly, pulling out of you for a moment to grab a towel.

"M'just gettin' started, pretty girl. You good though?" He quips, the sincerity in his eyes indicative of how serious he is about making tonight about you.

"Never better."

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Once you're both back in the master bedroom, Jey doesn't hesitate to pin you up against the window. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you yet again.

"O-oh, right there, Jey." You plead, and he nods, ensuring he keeps hitting your g-spot.

"You feel me, mama? Right up in that fuckin' pussy, huh? That's it, mhm - squeezin' my shit real good."

The huskiness with which he speaks, combined with the neverending sound of skin against skin has you basking in pleasure you never thought possible.

"Fuck...I feel it deep, baby." You babble out, one hand pressed flat against the window and the other, clinging onto his shoulder. Your head is thrown back as he thrusts a little harder, ensuring you remember every detail like a workout routine.

When he notices your legs falter, slipping slowly down his waist, he's quick to help you down.

"Bend that ass ova, f'me. Up against the window, mamas."

You oblige almost immediately, eager to let him please you until the crack of dawn. The cold of the window pushed up against your breasts and upper body contrasts the warmth felt when he thrusts into you again.

It's raw and primal - but it’s everything you need all at once.

“Mm, that’s it ma. You take it so good, sweetheart.” He coos, thrusting so deep into you that you see stars. One hand reaches behind you to grip his tattooed forearm, enabling you to arch your back more - practically standing on your toes as he goes ...

Deeper.

“B-Baby, p-please don’t stop.” You whimper, and he squeezes your hips, humming as the recoil of your ass meets the precise drill of his hips. You look over your shoulder, the sight of his grill bared as he pushes into you with a vigour almost unrecognizable. He's conveying every bit of how he feels into you, and you squeal when one hand gently presses on your belly.

"So damn deep, huh mama? All up in yo' tummy, right?" He teases, and you shudder, mewling an incoherent "Yes..." as he carries on, eyes meeting yours as you squeeze around his length again, and you both sigh, knowing the pressure built between your bodies would soon wash over.

"J-Jeyyyy... p-please." You whisper, and he nods, humming in approval when you gush around him, soaking him with your sweet nectar. With a few short but deliberate thrusts, his load paints you like the pretty portrait you are, and he pulls you from the window, pressing his lips to yours.

Your brain runs a thousand miles a minute when you kiss him, smiling against his lips as he pulls out, pushing two fingers into your leaking pussy, causing you to gently bite his bottom lip, tongue running over the cut from earlier. It's clear he doesn't want a single drop going to waste, and neither do you.

"Y'think you can handle a little more, baby girl?" He mutters against your lips, and you giggle.

"You gon' soft on me, Uso?" You taunt and he brings you to the queen sized bed, laying you down and settling between your legs. Propping your ankles onto his shoulders, he presses soft kisses against your calves. You feel your cheeks heat up at the subtle, yet sweet affection he was showing you after the first couple of rounds.

"M'always gon' be soft - whatever my girl wants though, my girl gets." He says sweetly, and you hide your face behind your hands, growing shy at how he'd become so open about his feelings.

You loved it.

"You spoilin' me too much, baby." You say softly, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when he spreads your thighs apart and pulls you close so he's just inches away from your clit. When his lips kiss your soft, sweet mound, your eyes roll back, overstimulated and spent.

"I can't spoil my girl anymore?" He teases, using his thumbs to spread your soaked folds apart, taking in the sight of your mixed arousals leaking out.

He doesn't let a drop go to waste, opting to clean the mess up with his tongue as he begins to devour you. His tongue curls into your soaked channel, savouring the perfectly intimate mess you've both made.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart." He growls, suckling deliberately on your clit that your jaw goes slack, unable to even speak intelligibly.

"Shit...I'm gonna need you to spoil me forever, at this point." You babble out, gripping onto his mullet, hips bucking onto his face. It was all too much but you wanted to keep going.

You needed him the way he needed you.

"That can be arranged, lil mama." He says, rolling the both of you over so that you're hovering his face, noting the glossiness of his lips and beard from his endless ministrations. As you place your knees on both sides of his head, his hands gently massage your hips, pulling you right back down so he can carry on devouring you.

"Fuck, Jey....o-oh it's so so good." You cry out, nails digging into his thighs as he lands a smack on your ass, urging you to buck against his lips. You roll your hips back the way he likes, and he groans against your wet folds, nose bumping your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your hand wraps around his length, and you feel him gently nibble on your clit. Taking it as a sign to continue, you pump his length, kissing the tip before taking him into your throat.

The way Jey grunts into your pussy has you practically incapacitated, but you carry on with your ministrations, working him like a popsicle. The precise yet sensual pace you set for him as he continues to spear you open on his tongue has him trembling, the grip on your thighs intensifying as he fights to not break at the seams.

"F-fuck yes, mama. Look how you fuckin' take it... shit, y'takin' it like a pro. T-that's it, ma." He's practically losing touch with reality, flabbergasted and dumbfounded by how good you pleasure him. His hips buck up and you hollow you cheeks a little more, relaxing your throat as he stutters, the ivory coloured seed spurting down your throat in seconds.

It's not long before you're releasing onto his greedy lips, and he laps it up without hesitation, rolling you onto the bed on your back.

"Gimme one more, d-daddy." You whisper, and he presses his soaked lips to your equally glossy pout. The intermingling of your tongues allows you to taste each other, and your eyes roll back when he pushes into you one last time, and he takes your hand in his.

Squeezing it as he always does.

You squeeze back, interlocking your fingers with his.

"I gotchu, mama. Lemme give you what you need." He husks, and the tenderness with which he speaks has you tearing up. He leans in to kiss the tears away, pressing his forehead against yours as he gives you slow, deep, passionate strokes.

"J-Jey." Your voice breaks and it does something to him.

Is it love?

Or just a spur of the moment type of hoarseness?

He doesn't fucking know. But he knows part of him yearns to build on it.

Whatever this new feeling was.

"Cum for me, baby. You can do it." He encourages with every passing second, and he squeezes your hand again.

You soak him once more, trembling through the aftershocks. Your velvet walls envelope his length like a tight vice, allowing him to finish in due course and rest inside you.

You're both breathing hard, trembling, and blissed out - but one thing that remains intact besides your bodies is your hands.

They're interlocked. Neither one of you is letting go just yet.

"You okay, baby?" He whispers, cuddling you close as you find your bearings, clinging onto him.

"M'fine, Jey. Still getting my hot yoga lesson tomorrow, right?” You reply, kissing his chest.

He chuckles, humming in approval.

"I don't break my promises, do I?" He quips, and you laugh softly.

And though feelings are only just becoming clear, there's far more to master in this new relationship…beyond just a boxing circuit.

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omg thank uuuuuu ♡ ♡

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SUMMARY ⋆ jey's completely , hopelessly in love , & this is how he got there . WARNINGS ⋆ fluff , fluff , fluff / minimal character desc ; poc reader oriented / size diff if u squint / pet names overload / loverboy jey / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N WORD COUNT ⋆ 3 . 0 k NOTES ⋆ my first real long fic , insp'd by jey saying he wants to be in a love drama , romcom :3 enjoy !! <3

The marketplace sits at the corner of the street where the woman with the moving bookstore and the food truck man who makes the world’s most delicious waffles cross paths six days out of the week, save for Sunday, because what better reason than church to take the day off? The lovers, Jey and the soon to be girl of his dreams, learn this the hard way, standing at the corner of the sidewalk blankly in search of the street stalls, him with cash in his hand, her with a book for exchange. It’s when their eyes meet that the search ends, confusion fades, respective reasons for stepping out so trivial between their mingling gazes. Ever the flirt, never one to even stutter before a woman, Jey breaks the mutual silence first, unable to hide the awe in his tone, his words completely unrelated, but he fears if he doesn’t speak to her now, he’ll live in regret.

“No waffles for me today, I guess,” he says with a chuckle, to which her own laughter chimes in response. It silences the city around him, that heavenly sound, freezes him in time. A simper lingers on his lips, a flash of pearly whites remaining visible as she holds up her book, patting the cover with her free hand, her chin dips with a nod, though there’s a sheepishness to her movements, one he finds endearing.

“I’ll get a new book another day, I guess,” she replies, and if he wasn’t listening so closely, her voice would’ve been swallowed by the nearby traffic.

Caught up, and so awfully, embarrassingly enamored for a man of his age and experience, Jey stutters as he lifts his hand to point his thumb at the large building behind them, managing out, “Looks like t-they’re o-open. Maybe they got a b-book or two in there to hold you over ‘til the library lady gets back?”

He steps backwards towards the automatic doors, awaiting an answer that couldn’t have taken longer to arrive, though it’s mere moments between his invitation and her response. He watches her consider, her eyes flitting about below long, fluffy lashes, the curl of her fingers, with those pretty long nails, tightening around the spine of her book, all things that contrast the calm of her countenance. She’s just as nervous as he is, thank god. “Maybe they got somethin’ for you to eat so you don’t starve waitin’ for the waffle truck.” A perfect reply; it makes Jey smile so wide that every wrinkle and crinkle in his gorgeous face is present. He tips his head towards the doors, she crosses the distance to walk beside him, and together, they head in.

It’s him taking the initiative again, holding out his large hand, “I’m Jey, and you?” No hesitation this time, her much smaller hand slips into his palm, and when she utters her name, he swears it fits perfectly with his, like it’s meant to be said alongside his own, and for a man who knows jackshit and less about poetry, he finds it poetic. “Nice to meet you,” is what he settles for, grin widening when she echoes it back to him.

In the marketplace, they seem to sell everything from live aquatic animals swimming in lavish fish tanks to tiny, miniature figurines that Jey pretends to show no interest in, but hovers around for many minutes, until his companion gently asks him about them. She’s quiet in comparison to him, but he’s met enough people in his almost four decades of life to almost be sure that not a single thing goes unnoticed by those large, sparkly eyes of hers. It’s no surprise that his fascination with the colorful character display isn’t lost on her. “So, are these, like, anime? You recognize these?” It’s too late to lie and pretend he doesn’t, so he grins bashfully, shakes his head to nod, to which she responds sweetly, “Tell me about them.”

Those four words shouldn’t set off a flurry of make-believe fireworks behind her, highlighting her angelic features, making them glow even more, but they do just that. On top of that, he isn’t aware before then that all it takes to bring down his guard is a show of genuine attentiveness, but as he begins to point out every little character he’s familiar with, the connections between those from the same series, his opinions of them, and anything else that comes to mind, he realizes it isn’t a show at all. Her gaze follows his fingertips as they point from one character to the next, and she’s nodding to keep from interrupting him, humming when he pauses between words to show she’s listening. Jey feels his cheeks warm, and he trails off, “Yeah, that’s it. That’s about all I know.”

“What? Jey, that’s so cool! I’m not much of a gamer but that explanation made me wanna change that!” She exclaims, clapping her hands together quietly, beaming. Then, she quickly cuts her excitement short, offering a shy smile as she lowers her hands, smoothing them against her top, as though her enthusiasm would turn him away, a fear he’s quick to remedy with his words.

“If you don’t get tired a’me, I can teach you.” Her features soften further, and she nods appreciatively, holding his gaze a heartbeat longer. The less outwardly flirty of the two by a longshot, she’s the one to break eye contact, returning the attention back to the subject at hand, picking up a medium sized figurine of a bear that Jey recognizes as ‘Kuma’ from Tekken, holding it up like it was a trophy.

“This one’s your favorite? He’s so cute!”

A short while of wandering lands them in the opposite corner of the market, a completely different world, rows and rows of fruits and vegetables, a sticky sweet scent in the air. Jey follows a step and a half behind, and tries his utmost hardest not to be a typical man, though his self control slips from his grasp as his eyes trace the shape of her hips, the sliver of flesh between the waistband of her jeans and the hem of her shirt, swallowing hard while watching one tan finger hook into the belt loop at her side to adjust said waistband. For a moment, he swears he hears twinkling, angels singing, sees doves flying in, but it’s just the noise of her charm bracelet mixed with illusory manifestations of his attraction. One large hand rubs over his face as he sighs, and she turns to him at the perfect time, a smile so beautiful on her glossy, full lips that he’s almost jealous of what brought it on. “Jey, look! Cherimoyas!”

“Cherry-mow-yuz?” He repeats slowly, pronunciation pulling a giggle from the girl before him, his brows furrowed in confusion until his gaze travels the span of her arm to the glittery long nail pointing towards a box of green fruits. He knows they’re fruits only because the sign says so, despite being entirely unfamiliar, he’s excited just because she is.

“Cherimoyas,” she corrects him, and then continues. “These are so good, they taste like dessert, and I can never find ‘em anywhere. I could eat a truck full of these things!”

“Never had ‘em… Should we get some?” The question is rhetorical on his end, because she’s grabbing a bag, nodding enthusiastically, reaching for the box like Jey was already doing. It’s something out of a movie, his hand brushing hers, the second too long that it takes for them to withdraw, the sparks that make his skin buzz where it's made contact with hers. They almost do it again, stop to let the other through, and by the third time, she’s laughing, simply holding open the bag so he can fill it cherimoyas, going until she says stop.

The sun is beginning to set by the time they come to rest on a park bench, having traveled outside the market, talking and talking, and talking some more. Now, Jey’s using his car keys to split open the apple shaped fruit, puncturing a hole big enough in the shell to split it in half with his hands a moment later. Impressed and excited beyond words, the girl to his right oohs and aahs like he’d done a magic trick. It’s adorable, and his cheeks feel hot as he passes her the larger half, which she instantly switches out with his. “Cheers, to the book lady and waffle man, and cherimoyas.”

“And cherry-mow-yuz,” Jey repeats, the two bursting into laughter, struggling to dig in until their giggles fade, but when he sinks his teeth into the fruit, he moans in delight, eyes shutting, head tipping back with a sigh. “Yeah… good as fuck. Tastes like custard,” he says, filling his mouth with another bite.

She answers with a hum, nodding, eyes crinkled with a smile. “I told you we’d keep you from starving.”

“Wait, we didn’t get you a new book,” Jey says, frowning, taking time away from his cherimoya lovemaking to look at her, his big brown eyes set steadily on her. Yet, he’s just a man, and he finds himself staring at her lips, the way they kiss at the edge of the peel before she uses her teeth, dragging the sweet bits into her mouth. He’s a gentleman, so he believes, and scaring her off wouldn’t be so gentlemanly of him. All he can do is allow himself to feel jealous of the fruit, and look away.

“I have a new story to tell, and I made a new friend. That’s way better than a new book.”

If Jey could, he’d magically materialize in front of this past self— the pair of them, actually— and laugh in their faces. Friends, yeah, right! Years have passed since their first meeting, their lives intertwined to the point where it’s impossible to tell where she ends and where Jey begins, not far from their current physical situation, limbs knotted together, his heavy arm holding her down as she tries to lunge at his twin, whose thunderous laugh echoes through their house like a lion’s roar. Jey’s attempts to stay on her good side result in him laughing silently only when she looks away from him, a deep breath drawn into his lungs to keep his voice from shaking before he calls out to his brother, “Jimmy, stop playin’ with her, man!”

“Don’t make me call Naomi!” Her voice co-signs, much more passionate than her lover’s. Jimmy takes no account of the threat, turning up the volume on the TV, the entire reason for the fight in the first place.

He’d visited to spend time with his brother, as he does every week or so, arriving with two boxes of pizza alongside an array of snacks. Nothing wrong with that, all is well. Jey has his own space, with his TV, consoles and other toys, and that’s usually where the twins hang out. This time, Jey insisted on his girl joining, and taking the party to the main living room, where she’s on her third rewatch of some romance series he can never remember the name of despite being completely absorbed in it. After saying hello and giving hugs, Jimmy, ever the joker, took the remote and switched on the game. He does things like this on purpose, he always does, living off the banter it creates between him and his brother’s girlfriend. Everyone else in their family has been around his antics long enough, but she’s a rookie to it, and it takes almost nothing to rile her up. In retaliation, she‘d taken the remote back and switched it back, that’s when the tug of war with the remote started, reaching a point where a throw pillow had earned its name, flung across the space, knocking Jimmy square in the head. That leads them to the present, where Jey is still holding her still, and Jimmy’s nodding along to the game’s commentary like it’s a hymn that touches his soul.

“You think you can just come into my house, turn off my show—”

“It’s my brother’s house, and I don’t see ya name in the credits of the damn show, so—”

“Baby!” Her whine tugs at Jey’s heart, making quick work of his neutral stand and pulling him onto her side. A hum of understanding, a few soft pecks to her jaw and cheek, he sighs, and sits up, gesturing to the remote.

“Jim, gimme the damn remote.”

Jimmy, incredulous, hugs the rectangular device to his chest, imitating her whining, “Noooo.”

Jey doesn’t get a second to process when another pillow is launched into space; it hits Jimmy in his nose, and he groans. Then, without warning, he opens his big mouth and cries out, “I don’t even know why my brother wants to marry your evil ass. With an aim like that, I’d stay as far away from you as I could!” His words are like a gunshot, the shock on the couple’s faces the smoking gun. Realizing he’d fucked up, Jimmy holds up his hands, and then turns the blame onto his twin, who’s laying back with his hands over his face. “I thought you already asked her, dude!”

“I was workin’ on it!” Jey retorts, sitting up abruptly. Between them, his sweet babygirl is frozen in shock, and he ignores anything else Jimmy could say to defend himself, tenderly cupping her cheek with his palm, lowering himself until he’s eye to eye with her.

“Is he serious?” Is her first question, to which he nods, grimacing.

“I wanted it to be a lot more romantic…” He can see the gears shifting in that little mind of hers, piecing together the full picture with a gasp.

“The date! That’s why you gave me money to get my nails and feet done.” Pressing kisses to her knuckles, Jey smiles.

“Baby, I always give you money to get your stuff done.”

“Except it’s different this time,” spoken like the idea hasn’t quite wrapped around her brain yet. Another nod. She has a knack for making him wait, he realizes, it’s deja vu to the time they first met, Jey lingering in hopes of receiving an answer that’ll set their future on track.

“You always this slow?” Jimmy’s voice interrupts their sugary moment, cutting through it like a knife stabbing into tough plastic, sharp and unsatisfying.

“You still here?” His twin snaps back in an identical tone, no pun intended— the twins are fraternal. “Get outta my fuckin’ house! Baby, gimme one of those pillows.”

“I’m goin’! I’m goin’!” A shuffle of footsteps, and the two are left alone. Jey’s doe brown eyes soften, stuck solid on his girl, who sits before him with her chest puffed out and a hollow gaze.

“Honey?” Large hands squeeze around her smaller ones, thumbs rubbing over her knuckles. “You want some more time?” Jey murmurs, lips against her wrist, kissing it after. “Shit was outta nowhere, I don’t blame—”

“Oh my god, I thought you’d never ask! I was just imagining how we’d do it. I wanna do it in your mom’s backyard, actually, with Roman on the grill and lots and lots of flowers! Lotsa flowers—” As the angel rambles on, eyes having stolen constellations from the sky, the man before her listens with a gaze amorous enough to make poets buzz with joy at the sight of such muse, such inspiration, such true love. Interrupting her is subconscious, lips closing over her soft, glossy ones, his frame shifting off his knees to trap her against the cushions of the couch.

“I can make that happen, mama… We can do whatever you want…” He’s almost whispering, drawing shapes against her nose with the tip of his own, chasing kisses till it’s impossible for her to speak, and she has to smush her hand over his mouth, pushing him back gently.

“But I don’t want the ring yet! I bought a really nice dress and I need to get my nails done, and…”

The day can’t come fast enough. Jey’s mom’s backyard is the venue, one that costs little to no money to decorate. His mom is elated to be the host; she prepares a speech and cries so hard near the end that her words are incoherent. Solo, of all people, ends up on stage to finish it for her. He gets a little choked up himself, and that sends the entire family into laughter. Jey leads all the slow dances, gets drunk, then sits and explains how he learned them. His stories draw a crowd, teasing him so intensely that he fights them off, and buries his face in his wife’s— yes, wife— neck. The dramatics last a mere twenty minutes before the entire family is back on the dance floor, each drink helping fade the night to black.

Morning afters are meaningful, no matter how enamored the lovers are, for they mark the blessing of another day started with one’s soulmate. Jey recalls their very first one in a dreamlike trance, while watching his wife’s chest rise and fall as she sleeps soundly after their eventful honeymoon night. Jey woke up first that time, too. Limbs tangled together, breaths mingled, the scene identical to the one in his bed years ago, their love new at the time, nerve wracking but steady, the butterflies flitting about in the unfamiliar environment having settled by now, though the fluttering never ceases. He hopes it never does.

“Honey?” Beside him, his cherubic wife rasps softly in her morning voice, removing him from his thoughts. Her naked form shifts, curls and molds against his as though she’s trying to become one with him, and as he hums to respond, she nuzzles her nose into his collar and drifts off again. A wide smile dimples his cheeks, arms holding her tightly against him, and he looks up at the roof as though it was the sky, as though the divine herself was looking back at him in that moment, listening to him pray his thanks for the next step of their life, and the start of another day with his beloved.

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#this is so sweeeeeet

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clubsoft · 12 hours ago

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#jey uso #wwe #so yummyyyy

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clubsoft · 12 hours ago

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Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014) dir. Matthew Vaughn

#iconnnnnnn #kingsman the secret service #such a good movie

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clubsoft · 13 hours ago

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i wanna simplify my acc so bad so imma update my masterlist n stuff later

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ROSES- ROMAN REIGNS

Summary: Roman loves giving you roses. He just doesn't like a particular rose taking precedent while he's away for a while.

Pairing: Roman Reigns x black fem! reader

Warnings: 18+ / NSFW under the cut, mention and use of a rose toy, possessive roman, slight dom! Roman, dirty talk, creampies, multiple positions (iykyk), mutual self-pleasure (on camera), rough sex, make up sex, multiple locations (shower, bed), spanking, spitting, oral (f! receiving - Roman is a munch), lots of pet names, p in v (wrap it before you tap it, babes), daddy kink... i got a lil carried away… and Roman is a little jealous of a rose toy.

Author's Note: hiii <33 happy raw on netflix eve! this is my first time ever writing Roman, so please bear with me. i had quite a fun time writing a silly little thing while remembering he actually has movie press lined up for next year. The song isn’t actually about a rose toy, but more about jealousy and possessiveness. if you enjoyed this, i'd love to hear from you. reblogs, comments, likes, follows, messages, and diary entries (inbox msgs) are all welcome! enjoy!

Word Count: 4.2k...

Inspo: the anon request (thank u btw!!) and this song:

FRIDAY NIGHT, 10 PM.

16 days.

It was day 15 - the final day of being apart from your boyfriend, yet somehow it felt like the pair of you had been apart for eternity. You were sprawled on your bed for the 4th time that day, listening back to a voice note he’d left you a week earlier.

“Hey mamas… miss your sweet face already. I’ll be back again before you know it, and I’m gon make up for every single day we haven't been together. I love you.”

It fucking stung. How sweet and caring and protective he was of you, and for that presence to not be beside you where he should be - it sucked.

You missed him.

He missed you even more.

He did his best to remedy the distance - sending selfies post-workout or texting voice notes of day to day misadventures. When he would see a monument you’d rambled about during a dinner, he’d take a photo of him standing beside it with a silly caption. But his favourite way to remedy the distance was the late night calls you had with him before bed. It was pleasant to see lighthearted, happy energy - the persona that was rare to see from someone who everyone knew as the “Tribal Chief.”

Roman was everything and more. The most affectionate, hardworking, and loving man you had ever met. When he wasn’t delivering a promo in the ring, or strutting around the arena to ensure everything Bloodline related was to his standard, he would come home to you. You were his best friend, in addition to being his girlfriend. As the message ends, you giggle to yourself and sigh, reminiscing on the night before he left. Eventually, you click off the phone and look at the ceiling, hoping for some sort of miracle to remedy the distance.

Netflix Press didn’t have to deny you two weeks of being with your man. But schedules demanded so much of the current and incoming roster given the magnitude of the multimillion dollar deal.

In addition to generally missing Roman’s presence, the current distance limited the amount of intimacy exchanged between the two of you. It made you feel empty not being skin to skin with him every night, not hearing his breathing in your ear, not feeling the warmth of his arm around your belly. You missed his sleepy voice, the way he’d always be the big spoon after a long day. You missed the aftercare, how he’d pamper you after intensely passionate exchanges.

You missed everything.

His gentleness balanced out the passionate flame that existed within him; a perfectly imperfect mixture that was just so perfectly him.

“One more day.” You mumble, getting off your bed to figure out how to distract yourself before he would call.

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Hours later, a familiar ringtone breaks the silence of you doing a face mask, and you quickly answer.

Roman’s eyes light up once the connection is made, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. He props himself up on his pillows, and you get a glimpse of his tattooed upper arm, which sets off a flashback from a more intimate time together before he left on tour.

“Hi baby…. sorry I'm late” He says softly, studying your features through the camera. You feel your cheeks heat up, and though his words aren’t unfamiliar, they cause a stir in your lower belly.

Ah, butterflies.

“You're good. I figured you had some appearances and came back late.” You replied sweetly, and he grins, chuckling softly as you carry on with your skin care as he tells you about his day.

The conversation isn’t dull, given his ability to tell stories and make you laugh until your cheeks hurt. In just fifteen days, some of the other wrestlers had either been pranked, embarked on adventures with other Netflix show casts, and had gotten lost, among other interesting side quests.

“Besides all that other bullshit we got goin’ on… I miss my girl.” He mumbles sleepily, and you tell him just how much you miss him back. “It’s been so lonely, and quiet…. It feels empty.” You say, wiping off the face mask as he continues to admire you through the phone.

"Empty, huh?" He echoes, furrowing his brow. "Elaborate on said emptiness." He quips, and you sigh. "It's not just you physically not being here, Ro. I'm just bored. Work is the same, consistent routine. It gets boring… what’s worse is every time I come home, there's nobody here except for me." You mutter, and he sighs in return. "I get that, mama. But then again... there's ways to remedy the distance. Besides, I get to see you tomorrow." He says after a few moments, shifting his position so that he's sat upright. You lean back into your pillows, watching him observe you.

"Did you get the rose order?" He asks after a few minutes. You nod your head, panning the camera to the bouquets of red roses placed on your desk. One for each day he was gone. "For a minute there, I thought you meant the other kind of rose." You said nonchalantly, causing Roman to flinch and clench his jaw, eyes steely, but still somewhat tender.

"And why do you need that kind of rose when you've got me, baby? You got a whole man that knows every damn thing about you... and you think a rose is gonna replace me, even while I'm at work?" He says almost teasingly, but you knew better.

He didn't exactly hate rose toys, or sex toys for that matter. But, he had noticed the constant allusions you made about it since the press tour started. If he were being honest, the distance and lack of spoiling you the way he did was taking a major toll on him. He missed you and your warmth, the way he was your safe haven in every sense of the word.

Not to mention, he missed the intimacy too. He missed the pleasure he gave you, and would it be petty to say he hated the idea of a silicone toy being the one thing bringing you extra relief the entire time he was gone?

It didn't help that you had been using it every single night even after every conversation. Some nights he'd be flirty, other nights he would be busy. "Tribal Chief" duties and demands were imminent with the new Netflix deal - you were very well aware. Perhaps it was your greed for a mindblowing climax that made you more dependent on the little rose toy, since Roman had not been in your orbit for the last two weeks,

Pent up frustrations were hard to stifle, but you did your best to keep them at bay.

"It does the job...but it really doesn't know me like how you do, Ro. It could never." You say, and he smiles on the video call. It isn't a lie - he makes you crazy in bed, but your sudden dependence on the toy reflects your newfound desire to have it vibrate between your thighs every single night.

He seems to buy into your saccharine toned response, palms resting on his thighs as he continues to speak.

"Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart? The rose ain’t doing you any justice because it ain’t fuckin’ you the way I do.” He grunts, eyes trailing down your pyjamas on camera. He adjusts again, and you notice the way his jaw clenches, as if to assert self control. “Silk looks real good on you, mama. Shame I’m not there to get you out of it.” He teases, and you hide your face behind your hands. He isn't wrong though. The silky pyjamas that you wore currently, comprised of a pair of shorts and a loose fitting top - had quite the effect on Roman. On top of that, you’d set the mood lighting in your room to a hazy crimson - it was foreplay, in a sense.

"I just miss you." You murmur, after a few moments. He pauses, looking intently at you through the lens, “Lemme make you feel good then, sweetheart. Just listen to what I say." He says, clearing his throat as he watches you on camera.

"Close your eyes mama....just calm your heartbeat f'me." He begins, and you oblige, shutting your eyes and imagining the passionate exchanges shared between the two of you the night before he left. You remember the feel of his big hands spreading you apart, his thick member kissing your cervix over and over again. You remember how the pace of his hips varied from slow and deliberate to erratic and wild, how he had you folded in positions you didn't even know were possible. The thoughts themselves caused you to clench around nothing, and Roman takes note of it.

"That's it, baby. You’re reminiscin' on it, huh?" He taunts, grinning as you try to maintain composure but the flashbacks seem to have quite the effect on you. You nod your head, and he brings his phone to his lips, no longer in frame. "Spread those legs, mama; don't be shy." He croons into the speaker, and you gasp, heeding his instructions.

Spreading your legs apart, you tease yourself through the satin of your pyjama shorts, arousal beginning to flood your veins. "M'not shy, Roman." You say back, and he chuckles. The rumble of his laugh causes you to throb, and you curse under your breath.

"Then let me watch you, baby girl."

Propping your phone on your night stand, you lean back into the pillows, letting your fingers slip past the confines of your silk shorts, tugging them down and tossing them aside. The red light in your room casts an enticing glow on your skin, and you meet his darkened glance in the camera. He leans back this time, eager to spectate your little show.

Your fingers return to the apex of your thighs, rubbing you soaked mound in slow circles. "Already so wet, huh?" He murmurs, and you whine - clearly desperate to have him touch you. "She's beggin' to have me home, right?" He coos, and you involuntarily buck into your hand.

"Take them panties off, mama. Lemme see that pretty pussy." He instructs again, and you do.

Your inner thighs glisten with the sheen of your arousal, given the effect of his lewd words. He then shifts on his end, adjusting himself as the bulge between his legs has become more prominent. "F-fuck me, baby." You whisper, teasing your folds, legs tensing just a bit as he continues to watch. "Shh...you gotta wait a couple hours before I tear you up and stretch you out." He grunts, trying to not succumb to his own desires. Your whines and moans however, do not help matters. As you continue to pleasure yourself, his hand palms his cock, and he groans your name in a way almost unfathomable.

"Seems like you've been missing me too huh, daddy?" You whispered, a smug grin on your face as he pumps himself while watching you. His eyes roll back as you insert your ring and middle finger into your soaked channel, mewling his name in time with your fingers, taking them down to the knuckle and curling them deep inside your silken walls.

"Running that mouth's gonna get you in trouble, sweetheart." He chides, groaning as he pumps himself at an increasingly desperate pace. You match his timing, both of you so desperate for a release. "M'so close, Ro." You whimper yet again, and he stutters his hips, jerking to meet your impending release. "Cum f'me sweetheart, I wanna see." He implores, and you do.

Your hips writhe on the mattress, essence coating your fingers as you come undone. He mumbles an expletive under his breath, hips bucking into his fist as he reached peak pleasure. You bask in the afterglow of watching each other get off, but for some reason it just isn't enough for you this time.

You wanted more.

Call it greed, or neediness - you required more. And somehow, the rose you fulfilled the overwhelming desires and emptiness you had felt over the past few weeks.

Blowing him a smooch on camera and saying goodnight, you end the call. Part of you felt guilty for being unsatisfied, but at the same time, you knew you deserved a little more.

Besides, riling up an already pent-up boyfriend wouldn't be such a bad idea, would it? He'd just fuck you until you're a babbling mess, cockdrunk and overstimulated.

You chuckle smugly to yourself, grabbing the pink toy and settle it between your thighs, squealing into your pillow as the suction around your clit increases with every single pulse.

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3AM

“Oh s-shit, r-right there.”

You still hadn't fallen asleep, legs shaking uncontrollably as you soaked the rose again with your juices. You forgot to keep track of how many times you'd made yourself cum - not that it mattered.

You also forgot that Roman's arrival time at your shared penthouse was 3AM. He'd booked an early flight home since he finished press early and had sent a text that you'd unfortunately missed - you were too far gone to hear any notifications from your phone.

"Fuck R-Roman..." You groan to yourself, unaware that he'd arrived and was standing in front of the bed, fists clenched and jaw set as he watched you cum, soaking the sheets. Upon catching your breath, you open your eyes, and your heart drops to your ass.

"R-Roman? Baby, I can explain." You stutter, noticing the glowering anger brimming in his eyes.

"You didn't sleep, but you had time to play with your goddamn rose?” He growls, and you look up at him. "It gets the job done, alright? I done told yo' ass that already." You retort, and he leans forward, snatching the rose from your hand.

"When I'm done here, this shit is an afterthought." He says, pressing the toy to his lips. His tongue laps at it gently, savouring what essence is left, and your eyes flutter at the erotic sight. "So sweet, mama. Deprived me of this for days on end, and let a piece of plastic eat that pussy instead? Nah, no more of that." He concludes, flipping you onto your stomach.

"D-daddy, wait..." You mewl, but he silences you with a kiss to your swollen, puffy folds. "Nah, sixteen days without this fuckin' pussy....you gon' have to make up for lost time." He groans, licking your clit achingly slow. You're already overly sensitive, breaths rapid and shallow as he suckles your pearl, and you throw your head back. "Ro...s'too much, please." You beg, but he chuckles into your fluttering cunt, spitting on it and lapping the excess upwards into your pussy. "Oh it's too much now, huh? Just minutes ago you were quivering and begging for me to come home, mama.” He smirks, landing a sharp smack on your ass as he carries on his ministrations.

He's right. You did want this.

His lips sucked more deliberately, goading an illicit moan out of you. At a point, you wanted to run, scrambling to find distance from his hungry lust. "What you're not gonna do is run from me, ma. Not after resorting to a little piece of plastic, alright?” He whispers, devouring you yet again as you push back onto his tongue, silken walls clenching around the wet muscle that prods your pussy. He drinks your nectar like the fountain of youth, slurping messily at your tight hole as you grind on his tongue. “That’s it, baby girl. Use me the way you need to.” He encourages, his tongue curling even deeper into your pussy. Your muffled squeals are music to his ears, and he growls against your soaked folds in return.

“M’gonna cum, baby… please.” You say, and he chuckles into your wetness like a madman. “Yeah? That’s what you want? Y’want daddy to make you cum, huh?” He smirks, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he wraps his lips around your swollen bundle of nerves, suckling hard as he coaxes out your orgasm. “Oh my - Roman…” You mumble, bucking your hips in tandem with his fingers, looking over your shoulder as drops of sweat trickle down his face, and his lips and beard are covered in your juices. He licks his lips tantalizingly, knowing you’re about to break and dives back in for one more taste.

Roman clearly can’t get enough, as he flattens his tongue against your clit. He licks deliberately, strings of your arousal clinging onto his tongue. You’re a moaning mess, reaching one hand around to push his head further into you, and he complies, flicking his tongue expertly against your throbbing clit, all swollen and needy. He continues his ministrations, tongue teasing your puckered hole, causing you to see stars and convulse beneath him.

“You’re so gorgeous like this, mama.” He praises, tasting you off his fingers as you gush around him.

“I just needed you, Ro. Is that so bad?” You quip back, and he shakes his head, smirking slightly. “It’s not… but replacing me with a toy is a little harsh.” He teases, flipping you onto your back. He steps back to pull off his tee and discard his sweats and boxers, leaving himself bare. Your mouth waters, and arousal practically boils inside you. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He murmurs, climbing onto the bed to help you out of your now rumpled sleep shirt.

You roll over onto your side, catching your breath as he rubs your back, coaxing you to say what you want.

"You. I just want to feel you."

You roll over to face him, legs practically numb from him eating you out. "M'not gonna ask you again, big guy." You whisper, and he just ogles you, taking in your bare, debauched state.

"Or what?" He taunts, aware you'll fall into his little trap.

"I replaced you for two weeks, Ro. Don't get coc-" You retort, only for him to stop your train of thought with a smack to your glistening folds. You nearly short-circuited, gripping onto his tattooed shoulder to brace yourself. "Replace me, huh? Y’tryna rile me up again, pretty girl?" He chides, lips brushing up against yours. He doesn't kiss roughly, but the intensity with which your lips meet causes your toes to curl, and he nudges your thighs apart, granting him more access to you. "Like I said, after tonight, your toy is bullshit t'me. You gon' remember every last second of this, mama."

He lines up with your entrance, filling your overly sensitive pussy to the hilt. "Ro..." is all you can say as he soothes your erratic whimpers with kisses to your shoulder and neck, nipping along your jaw as he pulls out just enough to thrust deep into you. "That's my girl.....that's my good fuckin' girl." He grunts, and you shudder around him - your velvety walls squeezing him tight as he thrusts deep inside of you. "B-baby...s'too much." You babble out, and he slows down, a smug grin plastered on his lips. "Oh is it? Y'can't handle daddy's dick, huh?" He whispers, snapping his hips a few more times as you whimper yet again, feeling dizzy from the arousal and warmth coursing through your veins. "F-fuck, m'sorry, okay? I ain't mean it." You say, and he cups your cheek, stilling inside of you.

"I know."

Roman knew the distance was hard. He knew you hated being away from him for so long, and surely understood you resorted to what was available. "I know baby girl, but I wanna make sure you never have to use it again." He murmurs, laying you on your back as he hovers above you. You legs instinctively wrap around his hips and he interlocks your fingers with his. You pull him and he thrusts deep into you, a gutteral grunt eliciting out of his mouth as you squeeze his thick length yet again.

"Oh, fuck... r-right there, d-daddy." You pant, exhausted and overwhelmed and unable to function. You brain goes a mile a minute as he ruts into you, so deep that you feel him in your guts. "Right there, yeah? You feel good, don't you princess?" He croons, and you nod, eyes watering and he kisses the tears away. "I know, baby. Squeezin' the hell outta my dick, hm? I'll give you what you need, alright." He adds, pressing wet kisses to your neck and chest, suckling a nipple as he thrusts roughly into your soaked channel.

"Ro...oh, gosh, Roman.." You gasp as the laps of his tongue grow sloppier, coating one nipple in saliva as he moves to the other, the sounds of skin against skin echoing in your bedroom as he feasts on you yet again. By the time he lets go of your other breast with a *pop*, you shiver beneath him, yet feel safe looking up into his chocolate brown eyes, bottom lip tucked into his teeth as his hips stutter.

"You're so close, baby. Want it in me, so bad." Your soft mewls expressing your sensual desires to be filled to the brim drive him to the brink of ecstasy, as he groans your name into your neck. Thick, warm ropes of his seed spill into you, and he feels your release, though it gushes out like a stream onto him. "Wetting this dick up so bad, mama... think y'can squirt one more time f'me, hm?" He pleads, and you nod, because who are you to deny yourself the pleasure of being split open by your Adonis of a boyfriend?

He pulls out gently, giving you a chance to catch your breath. As he does, you notice the sticky mixture of your shared pleasure drip onto your thighs, and he hums in approval. "C'mon mama, I gotchu." He says softly, carrying you bridal style to the shower.

The bathroom is well decorated, smelling of lavender and jasmine - two of your favourite scents. "Can barely feel my legs, Ro." You say weakly, but your resolve hasn't faltered at all. He massages your thighs as he approaches the shower. "You still good to go on?" He quips, eyes softening as he notices your blissed out expression.

"M'fine, you know that." You whisper, cupping his face. "I promise - besides, I haven't gotten this much dick in so long, you gon' deprive me like that?" You added on, pressing a sweet kiss on his lips. "I love you, okay?"

"I love you more, baby girl." He husks, putting you onto the floor. You're able to step inside and he follows in behind you, turning on the tap as jets of warm water wash onto your bodies. One of his arms wraps around your waist, and you lean your back into his chest, pleading softly for him to fuck you one more time. He obliges, "You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart," and he pushes into you, both of you moaning in unison.

The new angle allows him to thrust into your g-spot with renewed speed, and combined with the warm water and billowing steam fogging up the shower, you feel yourself go into overdrive.

Your senses are heightened in a way inexplicable.

"F-fuck, baby. F-feels s-so...deep." You babble out, and he responds with another gutteral grunt, pistonning deeper into your quivering hole. With every moan of his name leaving your lips, he groans under his breath, unable to put into words just how good it feels to be inside you. You clench once more around his length, and he whimpers, knowing that you're nearly spent - just as much as he is.

"M'cummin, baby..." You stutter out, knowing the hot coil of arousal is reaching its breaking point. He growls, muttering a "fuckin' give it to me, mama", and grips your hips tight as you hold onto whatever shard of sanity is left. His thrusts grow sloppier by the second as you press your hands onto the tiles, exhaling loudly as he nears his peak.

When the coil snaps, you're like a neverending waterfall, soaking his cock in your sweet nectar, the excess washed away by the shower water. He follows, another thick load painting your insides a pretty shade of ivory, hands massaging your ass as he empties into you.

"Oh my...God." You finally exclaim, looking up at him, all doe-eyed and fucked out.

He chuckles, brushing the wet hair out of his eyes, meeting your soft gaze.

"Y'did so good, baby. So, so good f'me." He whispers, accenting his pride with a sweet kiss to your forehead.

Your heart swells, and you cling onto him while basking in the steamy shower, reminiscing over everything that had just ensued.

"And for the record, ma... you can keep that rose. I think after today, you won't forget what's mine."

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p.s.: thank yew for 100 new mutuals! i'm flattered & so appreciative of the support <3 much luv xoxo!

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⠀ ⠀ CHERIMOYA ⠀ ⠀ JEY USO / POC ! F ! READER ⠀⠀ ⠀

“I’ll get a new book another day, I guess,” she replies, and if he wasn’t listening so closely, her voice would’ve been swallowed by the nearby traffic.

“This one’s your favorite? He’s so cute!”

“Cherimoyas,” she corrects him, and then continues. “These are so good, they taste like dessert, and I can never find ‘em anywhere. I could eat a truck full of these things!”

She answers with a hum, nodding, eyes crinkled with a smile. “I told you we’d keep you from starving.”

“I have a new story to tell, and I made a new friend. That’s way better than a new book.”

“You think you can just come into my house, turn off my show—”

“It’s my brother’s house, and I don’t see ya name in the credits of the damn show, so—”

“Jim, gimme the damn remote.”

Jimmy, incredulous, hugs the rectangular device to his chest, imitating her whining, “Noooo.”

“Is he serious?” Is her first question, to which he nods, grimacing.

“I wanted it to be a lot more romantic…” He can see the gears shifting in that little mind of hers, piecing together the full picture with a gasp.

“The date! That’s why you gave me money to get my nails and feet done.” Pressing kisses to her knuckles, Jey smiles.

“Baby, I always give you money to get your stuff done.”

“You always this slow?” Jimmy’s voice interrupts their sugary moment, cutting through it like a knife stabbing into tough plastic, sharp and unsatisfying.

“You still here?” His twin snaps back in an identical tone, no pun intended— the twins are fraternal. “Get outta my fuckin’ house! Baby, gimme one of those pillows.”

“But I don’t want the ring yet! I bought a really nice dress and I need to get my nails done, and…”

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#jey uso #jey uso x reader #wwe fanfic #jey uso fanfic #jey uso x poc reader #jey uso imagine #bloodline x reader #idk what else to tag this #jey uso fluff

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Brenda Song talking about the iconic "PRNDL" scene from The Suite Life of Zack & Cody in the year 2025!

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clubsoft · 21 hours ago

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CHAIN REACTION PT. 2 • JEY USO

author's note: now that the coast (iykyk) is clear, let's get into this part two😌. shoutout to jey uso's fine ass for spoiling me with content of him wearing my chain 3-4 times this past week, the reunion is about to go craaazy. enjoy reading, my loves💗

synopsis: in which jey makes it clear to nyx that he don't play when it comes to her. period.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), jey uso x black fem oc, fluff overload, soft and sensual sex, oral (fem receiving), love bites, drinking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, slight dacryphilia, pet names (baby girl, mama, baby.), they're sooo in loveeeee, body worship, established relationship at the end, this is super cute y'all trust me.

word count: 4.2k words (she's a big oneeee)

The soft hum of the private car made for a relaxing ride, but Nyx couldn’t stop fidgeting with the hem of her dress. She was nervous. Not just the kind of nervous you get before meeting someone. You don’t get this nervous after you’ve already had them inside you, after you’ve had your body intimately ruined for future partners and spent hours discovering every hidden trick they had to make you see stars. This was different.

It had been five months since that night in the hotel. The night she found herself under Jey, wrapped up in his passion, losing herself to the slow grind of his hips and the possessive rasp of his voice calling her ‘baby girl’ like it was her name. They’d kept in touch—texting, FaceTiming, occasionally talking late into the night when he wasn’t traveling for shows. Their conversations had grown deeper, more personal, more intimate, until Nyx realized she had gone and done the one thing she promised herself she wouldn’t: caught feelings.

And now, sitting in the back of a blacked-out SUV, dressed to the nines in a black satin slip dress that hugged her thick, curvy frame in all the right ways, she was on her way to meet him again. In California. For the Netflix premiere of RAW.

Her phone buzzed in her lap, pulling her out of her thoughts. It was a text from Jey.

Jey: Almost there? Can’t wait to see you, baby girl. I know you lookin’ fine as hell right now.

Nyx felt a wave of heat rush to her chest. He had such a way with words, making her feel like the most important person in the world with just a few taps on his phone.

Nyx: Almost there. You sure you’re ready to deal with me at a premiere?

The reply came instantly.

Jey: Been ready since the second I met you.

Her stomach flipped. The car pulled to a stop in front of the hotel, a luxurious high-rise that towered over the city with its sleek architecture and golden-lit windows. Nyx gathered her small clutch, smoothed out her dress, and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement.

As soon as she walked into the lobby, she spotted him.

Jey was leaning against the concierge desk, looking like sin wrapped in caramel skin and tattoos. He was dressed sharp in a black jacket accompanied with an unzipped hoodie underneath which showcased the skin of his torso he decided to not put a shirt over. The "YEET" chain she’d made him sparkled under the crystal chandelier lights. When his brown eyes found on hers, his smirk grew slow and lazy, like he had just found exactly what he’d been waiting for.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath as she approached, his gaze dragging over her like a caress. “You tryin’ to get me in trouble tonight, mama?”

Nyx laughed, a little shy under his flirtatious gaze. “Me? You’re the one standing here shirtless.”

He grinned, closing the distance between them to pull her into a hug. His cologne, woody with a hint of vanilla, invaded her senses, and she melted into him. His hands settled on her waist, giving her a squeeze as he pulled back to look at her.

“You good?” he asked, voice softer now. “Nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, biting her lip. “It’s just… a lot. You didn’t have to fly me out and do all this.”

He tilted her chin up, making her meet his eyes. “I wanted to. I told you—this ain’t just a hookup, Nyx. You’re more than that. And tonight? You’re with me. Don’t ever doubt that, ‘aight?”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she nodded, smiling shyly.

“Good,” he said, his grin widening. “Now let’s go before Paul gets on my ass about being late.”

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The premiere was a whirlwind of cameras, interviews, and flashing lights, but the entire night, Jey had never let Nyx out of his sight. Once his match finished and his post-match interview was underway, he immediately came and found her. His hand stayed on the small of her back, his thumb brushing lazy circles against her skin through the fabric of her dress.

When fellow wrestlers including his brother Jimmy and his wife Trinity, he didn’t hesitate to introduce her as “This is my girl, Nyx,” with a pride that left her both flustered and giddy. Jimmy didn’t hesitate to make her feel welcome and got a few laughs out of her, and Trinity greeted her with a hug and exchanged numbers which marks the start of a blossoming friendship.

Now, hours later, they were back in his suite, Nyx stood by the window, sipping the last of her champagne.

He was watching her. She could feel it in the way the heat of his gaze swept over her curves, lingering on the slit of her dress that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of her thick thighs.

“Why you all the way over there, baby girl?” Jey asked, his voice low but had a rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.

Nyx turned to face him, the champagne in her system gave her a warmth that spread through her chest, but it didn’t stop the butterflies that had been fluttering in her stomach since the moment she saw him tonight.

“Maybe I like the view from over here,” she teased, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Jey smirked, setting his glass down on the counter. “Yeah? I think I like this view a little better, mama.”

He began closing the space between them, his slow, deliberate strides making her heart race. The way his eyes locked onto hers had her forgetting how to breathe. It was the kind of gaze that saw right through every wall she tried to put up, that made her feel like she was the only woman in the world.

“Damn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “You don’t even know what you do to me, Nyx.”

Her breath hitched at the way he said her name, low and raspy, like a sacred prayer. She bit her lip, looking up at him through her lashes. “What am I doing to you?”

He chuckled softly, his hand finally coming up to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed along her jawline, sending sparks shooting through her body. “Makin’ it real hard for me to behave.”

Nyx leaned into his touch, her voice barely above a whisper. “Who said I want you to behave?”

That was all it took. Jey closed the remaining distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was soft but full of meaning. He kissed her like she was something to be savored, his hand sliding down to rest on her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.

She melted into him, her hands finding their way to his chest. The feel of his warmth beneath her palms, the steady beat of his heart, sent a thrill through her. His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing and coaxing her until she was breathless.

“You taste so damn sweet,” he murmured against her lips. Nyx giggled softly, “It’s probably the champagne.”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “That’s all you, baby girl.”

His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin. He nipped gently at the spot just below her ear, earning a soft gasp from her that made him grin.

“You like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“Yes,” she breathed, tilting her head to give him better access.

“Good,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to her hips. He tugged her closer, his thigh pressing between hers, and the friction sent a jolt of heat through her body.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at his shirt.

“I got you, mama,” he said, his lips brushing against her ear. “You know I’m gonna take care of you tonight, right?”

She nodded, her heart racing. “I know.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Good. ‘Cause I’m gon’ take my time with you this time.”

Jey laid her down on the plush hotel bed like she was something fragile, something to be handled with care. He knelt over her, his hands braced on either side of her, and took a moment to just look at her.

“Can’t get over how beautiful you are,” he said softly.

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, and she turned her head shyly, but Jey wasn’t having it. “Uh-uh, baby girl. Don’t hide from me.”

He cupped her cheek, turning her face back to his. “You hear me? You’re beautiful. All of you.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up to brush her fingers through his hair. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Jey leaned down, pressing his lips to hers once again. His hands roamed her body, sliding over her curves like he couldn’t get enough of her. When he pulled back, he grinned down at her, his fingers playing with the strap of her dress.

“This gotta go,” he said, his voice teasing.

Nyx giggled, the sound soft and bubbly as she nodded. “Okay.”

He slid the straps down her shoulders, taking his time peeling the satin from her body. His eyes darkened as he revealed more of her, his hands brushing over her soft skin.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that left her moaning softly into his mouth. His hands roamed her body like he couldn’t get enough of her tracing the curve of her waist, gripping her hips, sliding down to cup her thick thighs.

“You’re so soft, mama,” he murmured against her lips. “I could touch you all night.”

Nyx’s cheeks flushed, her shyness creeping in again despite how exposed she already was. She felt like she was being seen in a way she never had before, like Jey wasn’t just looking at her body but at her and all the emotions that she tried to hide.

“You’re just sayin’ that,” she whispered, trying to deflect the intensity of his gaze.

Jey shook his head, his hand sliding up to cradle her cheek. “Nah, baby girl. I mean every word. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice, and before she could respond, he leaned down and kissed her again, his lips moving against hers with a slowness that felt deliberate, almost teasing.

He kissed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left love bites in his wake. Red, purplish marks she knew she’d have to conceal with makeup tomorrow. When he reached her breasts, he took his time, his lips and tongue exploring her soft skin until her back arched off the bed and her fingers tangled in his hair.

“Jey,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he kissed the underside of her breast.

“I need you,” she breathed, her hands tightening in his hair.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “You got me, mama. I’m right here…ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

But still, he didn’t rush. His hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs and spreading them gently. The way he looked at her like she was something precious, something he wanted to take his time with made her heart race.

“I almost forgot how pretty your pussy is,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her slick folds. “Look at you, baby girl. Already so wet for me.”

Nyx whimpered, her thighs trembling as he slid a finger inside her, his touch slow and deliberate. “Jey,” she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.

“I know, mama,” he said softly, his lips brushing against her inner thigh. “I got you.”

He took his time, building her up slowly, his fingers curling inside her just right while his thumb worked lazy circles over her clit. When he finally leaned in and pressed his tongue against her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Shit,” she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against her, his voice vibrating through her. “Let it out. Lemme hear you.”

Jey worked her like it was second nature, his tongue and fingers driving her higher and higher until the pleasure was almost unbearable. When she came, it was with a broken cry, her body trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her.

But he wasn’t done.

“Shhh,” he murmured, kissing his way back up her body as she tried to catch her breath. “I got you, baby girl. You want more?”

She whimpered softly, her body still trembling from her release, but Jey didn’t stop. His lips found hers again, kissing her softly as he slid his fingers inside her once more. The overstimulation made her squirm, but he held her steady, his free hand gripping her thigh.

“You’re so fuckin’ good for me,” he murmured against her lips. “So perfect, baby girl. That’s my good girl.”

The praise sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she whimpered, her hips grinding against his hand as he brought her to the edge again.

Jey helped her ride out the aftershocks of her second orgasm, his lips soft and tender against the skin of her shoulder blade.

Nyx laid there, her body trembling with the remnants of her earlier releases. Her lips parted as she caught her breath, her thighs still slightly trembling from the way his mouth had just worshiped her.

Jey hovered above her, taking his time, his dark, hungry eyes scanning every inch of her like she was a piece of art carefully crafted just for him. His lips curved into a lopsided, boyish grin, but his voice was thick and raspy when he spoke.

"You got no idea what you do to me, baby girl," he murmured. "I’ve been dreamin’ about this for months. About you. Feelin’ you, hearin’ you, bein’ inside you again. And now that you’re here…" He let the sentence trail off, his hands sliding up her sides, his thumbs grazing the undersides of her breasts. "Now that you’re here, I’m gonna take my fuckin’ time with you."

Her breath hitched as his lips found her neck, leaving slow, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. He lingered there, sucking gently at her pulse point until she whimpered, body shifting slightly against the bed. Her hands found their way to his broad shoulders, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.

Jey’s kisses moved lower, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her chest, her stomach, the soft dips and curves of her body. He stopped at her breasts, his large hands cupped them, thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“So fuckin’ perfect," he murmured, leaning down to take one in his mouth. His tongue swirled slowly, his lips tugging gently at her nipple, while his other hand kneaded her opposite breast.

Nyx gasped, her hands tangling in his curls as she arched into his touch. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive under his attention.

"Jey, please," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

He released her breast with a wet pop, grinning up at her. "Please what, baby girl? Tell me what you need."

"I need you," she breathed, her thighs pressing together as her arousal grew.

He chuckled softly, kissing his way back up to her lips. "I know, mama. I know what you need. And I’m gonna give it to you. Just let me take my time."

He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her toes curl. His hands gripped her hips, tugging her closer until she could feel the hard length of him pressing against her thigh through his pants.

As if sensing her anticipation, Jey pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against hers. "Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you. I’ll take care of you."

Jey shifted, sitting back on his heels as he pulled his pants down his hips. Nyx’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of him thick, hard, and already leaking at the tip. She bit her lip, her thighs squeezing together instinctively.

“Don’t act like you ain’t seen it before, girl,” he said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back down to kiss her neck.

“Not acting.” she huffs playfully annoyed, her cheeks flushing.

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against her ear. "Don’t be nervous, baby. You’ve already taken me before. You can handle it. You’re my good girl, remember?"

The praise made her shiver, and she nodded, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lined himself up with her entrance. He slid the tip against her folds, teasing her, gathering her wetness before slowly, slowly easing himself inside.

"Shit," he muttered, his jaw tightening as he sank into her inch by inch. "You’re so fuckin’ tight, baby girl. Grippin’ me good…goddamn.”

Nyx gasped, her nails digging into his back as he stretched her. He was big, and the slow pace only made her hyperaware of how deeply he filled her.

"Jey," she whimpered, her voice trembling.

"I know, mama," he groaned, his forehead pressing against hers as he bottomed out. "I know. You feel so damn good."

He stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust, his hands rubbing soothing circles into her hips. He kissed her softly, murmuring praises against her lips.

"You’re takin’ me so good, baby. Kept that pussy tight for me huh?”

His words made her moan, her walls fluttering around him as her body relaxed. Slowly, he began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one dragging a soft whimper from her lips.

"That’s it," he murmured, his voice low and wrecked. "Just like that, baby girl. Let me take care of you."

The pace was slow but devastating, every roll of his hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Nyx clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust into her, the wet sound of their bodies meeting filling the room.

"You’re so fuckin’ perfect," he rasped, his lips brushing against her neck. "So good for me, baby.."

The praise pushed her closer to the edge, her thighs trembling as the tension in her belly built higher and higher. Tears pricked at her eyes, and she whimpered, her nails raking down his back.

"I’m gonna…" she gasped, her voice breaking. “Jey, I’m gonna—"

"I got you, baby," Jey said, his voice soft but commanding. “Give it to me. Cum for me, mama."

With a broken cry, she shattered around him, her walls clenching tightly as her orgasm ripped through her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her body shook with the force of it, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held onto him like a lifeline.

Jey groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a low, guttural moan. He held her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her as they rode out their highs together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her into his chest as they caught their breath. He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering there as his hand rubbed slow, lazy circles into her back.

The room was quiet now, the faint buzz of the nightlife outside leaking into the room. The amber light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow over the hotel suite, highlighting the sheen of sweat glistening on their bodies as they lay tangled together in the aftermath of their passion.

Nyx rested against Jey’s chest, her head tucked just beneath his chin, her bare body pressed against his. His strong arms were wrapped around her, holding her close like she might disappear if he let go. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her ear was grounding, a reminder that this was real, that this was them.

Jey let out a deep, satisfied sigh, his large hand sliding lazily up and down her back, the weight of it soothing and protective. His fingers traced soft patterns into her skin, sending shivers down her spine despite the heat radiating off their bodies.

“You good, baby girl?” he asked softly. .

Nyx nodded, her lips curving into a soft smile against his chest. “Yeah… I’m good,” she murmured, her voice light and content.

He tilted his head down to look at her, smiling lazily. “Yeah? I didn’t go too hard on you, did I?”

She laughed softly, the sound warm and intimate, as her fingers traced absentminded circles on his chest. “No, Jey. You were… perfect.”

He smirked, his hand moving to cup her chin, tilting her face up so he could meet her eyes. “Perfect, huh?” he teased, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips. “Good to know I still got it.”

Nyx rolled her eyes playfully, her fingers sliding up to toy with her chain that rested against his chest. “Don’t get cocky now,” she said, though the fondness in her voice betrayed her words.

Jey chuckled, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he studied her face. There was a softness in his gaze, something deeper than lust, something that made Nyx’s chest tighten in the best way.

“I meant what I said, you know,” he said, his tone quieter now, more serious.

Nyx blinked up at him, her brows furrowing slightly. “What do you mean?”

Jey shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look at her fully. His free hand slid down to rest on her hip, his fingers curling around the soft curve there.

“About this,” he said, his gaze locking onto hers. “About you. This ain’t just a hookup for me, Nyx. I don’t want you thinkin’ that.”

Her breath hitched slightly at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. She had known, deep down, that this wasn’t just casual fling for him. He’d flown her out to California, brought her to the premiere, held her hand in public like she was someone he was proud to be with. But hearing him say it out loud made it feel more real, made it settle deep into her bones.

“I don’t think it’s just a hookup,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the emotions swirling in her chest.

Jey’s lips curved into a small smile, and he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, this one softer, sweeter, as if sealing his promise to her.

“Good,” he murmured against her lips. “Because you’re mine now, baby girl. I told you, I don’t play about you.”

Nyx couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face, her fingers sliding up to ruffle his hair. “Yours, huh?”

“Damn right,” he said, his voice full of confidence. He kissed her again, slower this time, taking his time to savor the feel of her lips against his. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers, his soft brown eyes holding hers.

“And just so we’re clear,” he continued, his tone softer now, almost shy. “I’m takin’ you out on a real date. No cameras, no press, no crazy crowds. Jus’ me and you.”

Nyx’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Really?”

Jey nodded, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “Really, mama. I’ve been waitin’ to do this right. And after tonight, I couldn’t wait no more.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “So what kind of date are we talkin’ about?” she teased, her voice light.

Jey grinned, his dimples showing as he leaned back slightly to rest on his elbow, still hovering over her. “Whatever you want, baby girl. Fancy restaurant? Done. Beach? Say less. Hell, I’ll take your pretty ass to Waffle House if they got one here.”

Nyx laughed, the sound warm and full, as she reached up to cup his cheek. “You’re too much, you know that?”

“Maybe,” he said, his grin widening. “But you like me anyway.”

She rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t waver. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

Jey’s hand slid up to rest over hers, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “You deserve to be treated right, Nyx. And I wanna be the one to do it.”

Her chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice, and she leaned up to kiss him again, her arms wrapped around his neck as she poured every unspoken feeling into the kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Jey smirked down at her, his dimples deepening. “So, what do you say, baby girl? You gon’ let me take you out and do this thing right?”

Nyx pretended to think for a moment, her lips twitching into a teasing smile. “Hmm… I guess I could clear my schedule.”

Jey chuckled, leaning down to nip playfully at her bottom lip. “Keep playin’, mama. You know you’re already mine.”

She laughed, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer. “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice full of affection. “I am.”

And for the first time in a long time, Nyx felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be: right there in Jey’s arms.

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⠀ ⠀ KISS KISS ⠀ ⠀ JEY USO / F!READER ⠀⠀ ⠀

SUMMARY ⋆ jey is needy after his altercation with gunther at work & needs kisses from the wife WARNINGS ⋆ fluff / mention of a busted lip / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N WORD COUNT ⋆ 351 / lil baby drabble NOTES ⋆ jey bleeding is sooo... *tucks hair*

Pouting is Jey’s way of communicating that she isn't as close to him as can be. Tonight, it mixes with grunts, huffs, all the works; the six foot two man sits manspreading on the couch in his shorts and hoodie looking like a sad, manipulative puppy awaiting a treat. The treat in question is his lover, who saunters about plating their late dinner and setting up Netflix. Monday nights rounding out with a hot shower, a few puffs of a well rolled Backwoods and DoorDash on the way is the common scenario in their household. It’s a nonnegotiable routine made slightly difficult by the cut on Jey’s bottom lip. Not deep enough to require stitches, he was sent home with some antiseptic, an ice patch and a ‘you'll be a’ight.’ The slight pain is nothing the big man can’t handle, having wrestled with all sorts of injuries, but that doesn’t stop him from curling into his wife’s lap with a somber, needy look in his doe eyes. “I need a kiss,” he murmurs against her belly, his beard making her ticklish, pulling a reactionary laugh from her lips, in turn making him pout even more. “You laughin’ at me? S’my pain funny to you? I’m injured!” His whining adds to her giggles, her head tipping back as she tries to shake it, unable to form words. The sweet, contagious sound makes him grin, and then immediately wince, crumpling back into her lap with a dramatic cry. “Oh god, I needa kiss! If I don’t get a kiss… If I don’t… Imma die! I’m dyin’—”

Soft, glossy lips press ever so gently to his, avoiding the tiny cut, making up for the oddness of the placement by multiplying the motion until every inch of his lips sans his injury has been kissed. When she parts from him, he’s smiling like an idiot, eyes low, comically at peace. She scoffs, nudging his head.

“Now get up and eat your food,” she snaps, sounding tender even in her retort. Jey chuckles and sits up, but not before giving her waist a squeeze.

“Yes, ma’am.”

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⠀ ⠀ SIR GREENDOWN ⠀ ⠀ TOMMY MILLER / F!READER ft. JOEL MILLER ⠀⠀ ⠀

SUMMARY ⋆ tommy is having a hard time not confessing his love to his angel , when one fateful day , with the help of his CD collection , she beats him to it . WARNINGS ⋆ fluff , fluff , fluff / tommy is disgustingly in love n compares his lover to sugar / mentions of an age gap ; tommy is early 40's , reader is mid to late 20's / joel is the typical sibling / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N WORD COUNT ⋆ 1 . 7 k NOTES ⋆ i'm a bit rusty bc i haven't written a real fic in who knows how long but tommy miller has enchanted meeee . reblogs , likes & comments r v much appreciated <3 ty 4 reading n enjoy !!

Love had never shown any permanence in Tommy’s life. A glimpse here, a look there… sometimes, it'd stay visible long enough to mess up his sheets late at night, fill his kitchen with the scent of coffee in the morning, but once the front door shut, all he had to show for it was a hangover and a line of scribbled digits that never quite made it to the keypad of his phone. In his late thirties, early forties, it had gotten to the point where he was forgetting names, blurring faces, saying in a drunken haze that love didn’t exist, wasn’t real, and if it was, it sure as hell wasn’t meant for him.

Until he saw her, that is, looking out of place at the family barbeque, invited and then ditched by his darling niece, a doe in headlights, in need of saving. Tommy didn’t take long to take on the role of her knight in shining armor, unable to resist those big brown orbs with their helpless glint and fluffy lashes that settled perfectly atop her flowery cheekbones. The reapplication of cherry lip gloss that took place in front of his very eyes didn’t help, and by the time he was driving her home, peeking away from the empty Arlington roads to watch her adjust his cowboy hat atop her soft hair, Tommy Miller was a goner.

It was less than a year, not that he was counting, before every bit and piece of him, every item he owned, every story he told held a trace of her. His angel, he’d call her, in that smooth voice of his, listening for the giggle that followed in response to his flirtatious tone, the mellifluous sound turning into full blown laughter when his beard scratched at her collarbone, his lips against her throat, trailing up, up, up before they pressed against hers, and everything clicked perfectly into place.

Love was real, and it existed as the picture of her on his living room floor, laying on that rug that he would have never purchased on his own accord, reading the tracklist off a CD he recalled getting as a gift over a decade ago. Tommy tried his hardest to settle into the couch cushions without breaking her focus, wanting nothing more than to behold her as her eyes scanned the beautifully designed text below the impressive well kept quality of the age old plastic, but his failure was immediately visible in the slow curl of her plump lips, the rise of her upper body, the flow of soft, wavy hair as it came to rest upon her shoulders. She was smiling as she held up the paper tracklist, tilting her head in the way she always did before she was about to tease him.

“You never cease to surprise me. There’s actually some good music in here. I was thinking you only listen to country!” There it was, the teasing. His family would joke that he’d met his match, though her innocent demeanor made it impossible to predict what would come out of that pretty mouth. Tommy’s mischief, on the other hand, made an appearance on every handsome feature before it was verbalized.

“Country ain’t bad! You city people just wouldn’t know good music if it punched you in the face. Gimme that.” Before she could respond, he had plucked the booklet out of her grip. As Tommy skimmed the tracklist, his angel found her way off the rug, crawling up into his lap, a slender arm encompassing his neck, her cheek pressing to his so she could see exactly what he saw. Her affection earned her a soft peck to her lips, a loving smile; a moment of adoration shared between them. Then, his beard was brushing her soft cheek once more, a low hum resonating in his chest. “This is that one album about the ‘droid… Cindi Mayweather? She falls in love with a human or somethin’ around those lines, goes through hell for him. Sir Greendown is his name. S’good stuff, you’d like it.”

“Sir Greendown, hm? Listen to it with me!” She’d said it in a manner which refused the word ‘no,’ not that he had the heart or self control to turn down the chance to spend time with her.

Never in his life did Tommy think he’d find himself with someone a decade younger, someone so sweet that it gave him toothaches, sent his heart racing like he was on a sugar rush, all to fear he’d ruin it all with a confession of love, to find out he was nothing but a few months worth of fun.

After all, their relationship was that of unspoken companionship. Neither of them had outwardly given it a title, yet the two drawers of his dresser that held only her clothes, the neatly folded sets of panties in the wooden organizer he’d so carefully painted a soft pink, the extra toothbrush on his bathroom counter, the half of his bed that smelled of jasmine and powder, the thin sheen of cherry lip gloss that sometimes covered his lips from the kisses she planted so dotingly… those things spoke a million and one times louder than any words ever could.

Joel had been the first to notice, as shocking as that came to Tommy, how Tommy’s place was so much neater than usual. On cue, his angel had bounded down the wooden steps, said a sugary greeting to his brother, not lingering for long as she had somewhere to be, but not leaving without a kiss to Tommy’s cheek, and a reminder to answer his phone so he could select the next color of her matching mani - pedi when she reached the salon. Joel had waited until the front door clicked shut before repeating mani - pedi, and bursting into laughter. At that point, Tommy had no excuse but to explain, and with his brother being in the know, the affection he held became all the more real. That had been over a month ago. By now, Tommy was fighting off the four letter word on the daily.

“Tommy?”

“Yeah? Sorry, zoned out there for a sec.” For the past forty five seconds that he’d been caught up in his mind, he’d been staring blankly at her. When the clouds cleared, subtle concern was visible on her cherubic mien, and in addition to his apology, Tommy brushed his nose against hers, wordlessly trying to ease the furrow of her brow. It worked, because her other arm came to circle his neck, closing more distance between them.

“Do you wanna listen to the album with me?” This time, it was a request, spoken softly in comparison to the first time, as though rejection was now on the table. Tommy smiled, nodded, and let out a soft breath of air when she rose out of his lap to turn the CD player on, the beginning notes of the album’s opening track filling his living room. As soon as his angel returned to his lap, a peaceful silence fell between them, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, allowing Tommy to return to his thoughts as his fingers traced her thigh. A song went by, then another, and halfway through the third, she spoke once more, lashes low, lips slightly parted, lost in thoughts of her own, “She must’ve really loved this Greendown fella.”

“If you like this, there’s two more albums about it.” Tommy found himself grinning, one large hand lifting to cup her cheek, looking somewhat amused by her sincere reaction to the music. “Really makes ya think, huh? What it’d feel like to be loved like that?” He was almost sure that when it came to feelings, hers mirrored his, but there never seemed to be a rush, never a worry that if those emotions weren’t translated into words, they’d disappear altogether, so it was a bolt out of the blue when her saccharine voice interrupted a pause in the instrumental once more.

“I love you like that.”

His hand dropped from her cheek to her lap, eyes wide, like she’d spoken a different language entirely. The angel, who’d shown more courage than the older man before her, awaited his response with baited breath, and the longer it took, the more her gaze lowered, nerves replaced with oncoming disappointment, arms unraveling from around his neck. If it wasn’t for his large hands tightly gripping her waist, guiding her back down, she’d have slipped through his fingers. Tommy, breathing shakily, slipped his digits up the span of her back to her nape, thumbs under her jaw before they stroked her cheeks, eyes searching her face for any sign of regret, any sign of a lie, a joke. Perhaps, he’d hallucinated it altogether. Forehead against hers, he whispered amidst an unsteady exhale of air, “Say it again.”

On his angel’s end, there’s no hesitation.

“Tommy, I love you like that.”

Then, her voice faltered, becoming meek with worry.

“Is that okay?”

His angel, his sweet, sweet babygirl, on the verge of apologizing for giving him the only thing he’d dreamt of since setting his tired eyes on her radiant being. A nod finally tipped his chin, the tip of his nose brushing her cheek, lips closing over hers. A strong arm circled her frame to press her chest against his, free hand tangled into endless, soft tufts, a sudden fervor in his movements that was reciprocated without the miss of a beat, the sensation of her own slender fingers sinking into his curls making him groan. The kiss was nothing unfamiliar, made unordinary by the act of giving in to the longing that’d kept their affection from becoming it all could become, and it went on for forever and a lifetime, ending only when Tommy turned them over, arm under the curve of her back as he laid her down on the couch, hovering a breath away, parting his lips to finally speak.

“I-”

He was interrupted by the CD player skipping, producing a shrill noise that eased back into the song at the perfect moment, the universe taking on the liberty to answer for him.

Your magic mind makes love to mine. I think I’m in love, angel.

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