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Jimmy Uso & Sami Uso Zayn - SmackDown 15/08/2025

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Hey girly!!!

Just checking in on you to see how you doing? I know you said something about starting school, has it started yet? How's it going? How was your summer? 😁

bruhh idk why it looks like thisss 🙄 anyways, haiii twin !! @bratzzzdoll ,, my first day of starting classes and stuff was yesterday actually !!! weird considering it was literally thursday idfk what’s going on with my school 😭

but i am gonna be a busy ass beeee for the next couple months with school, but so far it’s light asf thank the heavens. my classes and schedules? lowkey tea asf #boom

but my summer was SO GOOD ugh, lowkey went by quick asf unfortunately… but it was worth it fr. but how have you been shawty ?!?! its been so long since ive last heard from youuu 🥹

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🤏🏼🤏🏼🤏🏼 ty nextttttt

Flush 'em

Author's Note: Hate when a 🥷🏼 play in your face? Yeah... I got you. This is just a little something, cause 🥷🏼s really don't be shit. And please yall... don't go getting lines blurred. It's only fanfiction 🥴 Yes.. I know tonight's show was in Canada...

Reader| 

I hadn’t even had my coffee yet when the group chat started goin’ up.

"Bitch, check Twitter. Right now." "Tell me this not that man." "Ain’t no way this the same mf that be in your ear every night talkin’ bout some ��you my peace.’ 🥴"

The video wasn’t long, maybe a minute long but it told me everything I needed to know.

At first, I didn’t believe it.

Not because I trusted him. Not fully. But because I’d just talked to Jey the night before. FaceTime’d him. Man was laid up in his hotel bed, shirt off, mullet sprawled all over his head, tellin’ me how much he missed me. How work was drainin’ him. How I kept him grounded. How he was glad he found someone "real."

 But...

Jey was in Houston. She was in Houston. They were in Houston. Together.

Same place I told him I’d pull up to support. He told me not to. Said he’d be too "in and out" with his schedule, that we’d catch up next time he flew out. I respected it. Gave him space. Trusted him.

Dumb as hell.

The fan in the video clearly didn’t know they were catching him up.

Or did they?  Just excited to see two "stars" together. Handed them custom hats. Red one for Jey, green one for her. She reached for hers, all smiles and sweet giggles, but then?

She reached again.

For his.

He tried to play it off, all nonchalant, told the fan to give her the another one. But she ain’t listen. Just took what she wanted—same way she’d been doing for the past two years, apparently. Allegedly.

The fan asked them for pictures, he didn't decline. Just stood there, eyes flicking to the side like he felt the weight of that camera but wasn’t tryna blow his spot. Held the merch up half-heartedly for the picture, head tilted away from the lens like he ain’t wanna be recognized—but it was him.

That build. That hair. That stance. Those fucking tattoos.

Then he dipped, quick. Silently, but quick.  Walked to the car, snatched the driver side door open like the damn vehicle owed him money. Meanwhile, lil miss wrestler-of-the-year was still smiling, still yapping with the fan, soaking up the shine like she was the main character.

But I wasn’t mad at her.

I wasn’t even mad at the fan.

I was mad at me.

Because that wasn’t the first time they’d been spotted together. Hell, rumors been flyin’ since 2023. I’d just been the one sayin’ "he told me they were lies." Believin’ him when he said, "she just want clout." or "She just his co-worker."  And stupid enough to listen when he said, "I’m separated, baby. That shit been over. We just ain’t make it legal yet."

Separated. Still married. Still wearin’ the damn ring. Still dippin’ dick in that girl when he felt like it.

But somehow had the nerve to call me his peace.

Oh. Okay.

I locked my phone and stood there for a minute. Just breathin’.

Not crying. Not throwing shit. Just still.

Until I turned the music back on— and skipped that R&B shit.

No more pretty. No more patience. No more soft shit.

I went straight to my closet. Pulled out his hoodie— the other one he left here. The black one that still smelled like him. Tossed it on the bed. Found his slides too. That pair he was lookin’ for last time he came over? The ones I told him I "ain’t seen"? That cuban necklace he left over there knowing it was "safe" here?

Yeah. Found ‘em.

I stacked all his shit in one pile and stared at it.

I wasn’t gone post nothin. Wasn’t gone sub him on IG or X.

Nah.

That man gone feel me in real life.

Later that day| 

I didn’t block him. Didn’t change my number.

Matter fact? I answered his FaceTime that night like nothing happened.

"Heyyy boo," I said, propping the phone up while I moisturized my legs. “How was your day?”

He leaned back on the hotel bed, that tired smile spreading across his face. “Long as hell, mama. But hearin’ you? Makes it better.”

“Mmhmm.” I smirked just enough for him to catch it before looking back down at my lotion. “You eat yet?”

We went back and forth for a good twenty minutes. Him venting about travel, about the card, about some match that got switched last minute. His lying ass even asked when I was gonna see him again, said he’d been thinkin’ about me all day and how he missed me.

If he only knew.

I gave him just enough sweetness to keep him cozy. No attitude. No suspicion.

I was a damn Oscar-worthy performance in Savage Camouflage. 

The next week, Philly.

He thought I was home. I let him think that.

Meanwhile? I was swiping my card for a front row seat without blinking at the price. Printing my ticket, booking my flight, and sending a casual "Hope you have a good show tonight" text before I boarded.

By the time the opening pyro hit, I was right there. Right there. Close enough for him to hear me if I spoke up.

But I wasn’t alone.

Nah… I had Malik with me. Tall, chocolate, fine, fit enough to look like trouble but smooth enough to play his role. I told him, "We ain’t here to start no scene. We just gon’ exist."

And, baby...we did.

The LA Knight and CM Punk vs Bronson and Bron match was wrapping up but when Seth came out doing damage control. His theme hit.

That bass shook the floor. The arena erupted.

And there he was— walking down the ramp in all his cocky glory with a chair in his hands… and baby after he handled business and got in that ring. His eyes scanned the front row and... 

You ever seen somebody’s face shift mid-performance? That split second when the confidence falters?

Yeah. I saw it.

Check Mate, fuck nigga. 

Because there I was, front row, leaning on the barricade in a fresh, crisp “4 letters. One word. Ugh, Ugh. YEET” shirt. Hair laid, lip gloss catching the light, nails tapping the metal. Malik’s arm draped casually behind my chair like we’d been there all night vibin’.

I didn’t yell his name. Didn’t wave. Didn't "Yeet."  Didn’t blow a kiss.

I just smiled. That slow, knowing, "Oh, you see me" smile.

And baby, he saw me.

His music kept playing, but his steps got heavier. He broke eye contact first. Tried to shake it off. Tried to "Yeet" it away. But the damage was already done.

I leaned in to Malik, said something that made him laugh low, deep. And Jey? I caught him looking again mid-match, pretending to scan the crowd but really locked in on me. When Malik laughed, every time I clapped a little too hard, I could feel that heat from the ring. His chest was already tightening, and I hadn’t even gotten started. 

After watching Jey, LA and Punk get destroyed. I still wasn't satisfied. After the show ended, Jey's eyes kept glancing over at you but you knew he had to stay in character. 

11:07 PM Philly air was warm but crisp. The streets still buzzin’ from the show. Me and Malik posted on South Street, half-drunk off the energy, half-drunk off the tequila in my cup.

We hit the taco spot, then the little hookah lounge down the block. I laughed loud. Let the wind catch my curls. Let my ass peek from under that little black skirt while I twirled for my phone camera.

  Posted it all. Full-body boomerangs. Finger biting. A caption that read:

'Tell that bitch that I get even, I don't get mad... We outsiiiide🤪🖕🏽😘'

I tagged the city, too. Let it breathe.

See, when I was with Jey, I couldn’t post shit. No couple flicks. No dinner dates. He swore up and down it was because of "respect" for the "process" with his estranged wife

But ol' girl was also damn near living in his comments and likes...

Nah. Now I was outside. Unbothered. And he? He was watching.

Under that 'Who viewed your story' list?

Uceyjucey

I smirked. And then the texts came.

Lying ass 🥷🏼: So this what we on? Lying ass 🥷🏼: U look real comfortable wit that nigga Lying ass 🥷🏼: Come see me. We need to talk.  Lying ass 🥷🏼: I ain't finna go back and forth with you thru text. Come here.  

I showed Malik the texts with a raised brow. He just chuckled. "Say the word. I’ll wait outside."

I slid my lip gloss on slow. Tucked my phone in my bag.

"Just stay close, Malik. 'Cause I’ma handle this dumbass... and he gon' feel every word I say."

11:54 PM

His hotel room was on the 18th floor. Suite. Of course. This man don’t do regular.

I knocked once. Didn’t even flinch when he yanked the door open like he was ready for war.

"Why you actin’ like that?" he barked, voice low, eyes already wild.

I stepped in slow, calm. Didn’t sit down. Didn’t smile.

"Actin’ like what?" I asked, looking around. "Free? Visible? Posted up without bein’ somebody’s secret?"

His nostrils flared. 

"Man. Don't do that. You know what it is. You know what we been on."  I cocked my head, dragging my gaze from his tatted chest to that goofy ass ring sitting on hos pinky finger.  "Yeah. I know exactly what the fuck we been on. You been on bullshit. You been on gaslight and gatekeep, go fuck yourself, Joshua."

He opened his mouth— but I held a finger up. Shut that shit down quick.

"Don’t you dare try to play me like I ain’t seen that video. You standing outside the venue like somebody’s guilty baby daddy caught at the wrong school play. Ol’ girl smiling like she just got chose on prom night, and you out there lookin’ like you tryna disappear into thin air."

I stepped in closer, heat rising in my chest.

"You ain’t stop her when she took your hat. You ain’t stop her when she grabbed your arm. You ain’t stop shit. But you wanna stop me from postin’ a taco and a hookah with a friend?"

His jaw flexed. Silence.

"You looked stupid, Jey. Do you know that? You looked real fuckin' dumb. Out there actin’ like you tryna hide, but she all in the frame, smilin’, takin’ fan pics and signing shi like it’s a fuckin’ meet-and-greet for her and her husband."

He was breathing harder now, chest rising like he was gearing up for a fight— but he wasn’t ready for this kind of war. Not this kind. Not me.

“And you had the fuckin’ nerve to text me that night—talkin’ about you miss me? That you can’t sleep without my voice? Nigga, you was laid up in Houston, tryin’ to make it out without bein’ caught like some guilty ass teenager.”

I took a step closer. My tone got quieter. Sharper.

“I held you down for two years, Joshua. Two. Years of bein’ your lil peace bubble. Your lil secret escape. I made excuses for you when people asked why we wasn’t public. I told myself you just needed time, needed space to finish that ‘divorce’ you kept swearin’ was comin’.”

He looked at the floor now. Eyes darting. Guilty.

Good.

"But I see now… I wasn’t your peace, baby. I was yourgetaway. Your lil fantasy outside the chaos. Except you forgot one thing."

I paused. Let it hang there. Let the silence beat down on him before I stepped up and said it low:

"I was the getaway from your getaway. I been holdin’ you down. Keepin’ quiet. Bein’ ‘respectful’ while you played house on and off with a bitch who think being seen means she’s winnin’. And you? You just dumb enough to stand next to her like you not the one who used to cry in my mouth talkin’ ‘bout how tired you were of livin’ a lie."

His head snapped up. Oh yeah. That hit.

"Yeah, remember that? You remember what you used to say right before you nutted, huh? When you was deep in this pussy, talkin’ about how I felt like home. How you ain't never had peace like me before."

I tilted my head. Softened my voice—just enough to slice deep.

“But you know what the real gag is, Joshua?”

I walked over to him slow, that heel-click deadly. Stopped just inches away.

"This pussy? The one you used to beg for? The one you said you couldn’t stop thinkin’ about when you were away? Yeah… she still tight, still warm,  and now his favorite meal… and baby, you know she don't miss you.”

His lips parted just a little. Chest rising slow. Oh, it burned. I saw it. That stung down to the bone marrow.

"You had me for real," I whispered, tapping his chest with one finger. "Not just my body. My loyalty. My heart. My secrets. You had all that shit and treated it like an intermission."

I pulled back with a cruel smile.

"Now? You can go back to your little promo groupie, your raggedy ass ring finger, and your coulda-beens. I hope you and that bitch catch something. I hope she do you the same fuckin' way  And when she do… I hope you remember this exact moment."

Silence.

Dead. Fucking. Silent.

Jey didn’t say a damn word. He couldn’t.

He just stood there. Looking at me like I’d gutted him in real time.

I gave him one last look— unapologetic. Not giving a single fuck.  Then turned and headed straight for the door.

Right before I opened it, I paused.

"Oh… and if you ever get the urge to miss me, and try to reach out?” I asked while I looked over my shoulder.

"Just remember... I ain’t even post the worst part of your life, nigga. I will ruin everything you got." 

I winked. And left.

I slid into Malik’s car with a calm only a woman who meant every single word could have.

“You good?” he asked, glancing over.

I smiled, tossing my phone in my lap. “Better than good.”

He pulled off, and I leaned back, lit up by the streetlights as we hit the road. My phone buzzed once... Jey’s name.

Ignored. Muted. Blocked.

Then I opened Instagram. Scrolled to my story.

Tapped the 'Add Sound' button with a slow, petty grin.

Scrolled right past the cute shit. Past the sexy shit. Found Monaleo — Flush ’Em.

I picked the two lines you knew that what make him feel even more guilty.

"Nigga play with you, he 'posed to die, huh, that day.  Bitch, you 'posed to make his mama cry that day. Flush 'em."

"You still in your twenties, you ain't seen the best years, pussy."

Caption? 

'Sleep tight, goofy ass. Enjoy the rest of your life🖕🏽'

And after it got posted, he watched it. INSTANTLY. 

Yeah. Now he knew.

The game’s over.

Fuck that nigga. 

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chapter s e v e n

She had done it once again.

Folded like a lawn chair.

Whenever Jey was around, India’s hormones just went into overdrive when he starts sweet talking her and having his hands on every inch of her skin.

But all good things must come to an end, as he paid for her 3 day extension at the hotel, but she decided that she really did need to get back to her apartment because her sister was planning to be there for the weekend.

“When Imma see you again, mama?” He had asked her while she was packing all of her things, making sure not to leave anything behind in the suite.

“Any time after I spend time with my sister honestly.” India responded as she folded the last few items of clothing that she had packed, placing them neatly in the suitcase.

Jey thought for a moment. “I could fly out to you next time.”

This made India pause for a second. “You’d come to L.A.?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Yea, I only been out there maybe twice. It’d be cool to go again. And I get to see you.”

There were those butterflies again.

“Okay, I’ll let you know. It’s so many new eating places, you’ll love it.” She was now gathering her shoes and placing them on top of her clothes.

“What you tryna say, I’m big?” He places his hands on his chest, making her laugh at his antics.

“You can eat a lot, boo.” He orders damn near the whole menu at Waffle House. And she couldn’t imagine how much food it would be between him and his brother.

“Aight, you got me there.” His hands raised in surrender as he continued to gaze at her getting all of her personal items together before her flight in an hour.

After much arguing (not really), India succumbed and let Jey pay for her flight back home to California.

First class.

‘Jey I am just fine in coach, seriously.’

‘And you gon’ be extra fine in first class, stop playing.’

And to take it a step further, he may or may not have given her $1k just for her flight home if she wanted to “get any food or anything”.

She really tried to talk him out of doing that, but he just wouldn’t let up, stuffing the cash—yes cash—money into her purse and zipping it closed.

Luckily, the airport wasn’t very far from the hotel and Jey was going to take her. After bringing her belongings down to the car, Jey put them all in the trunk before getting in his side and they were soon off.

He was telling her that he gets a little break from wrestling next week, since his character got “injured” by Gunther, so he was just gonna stay in Pensacola to see his family before he has to get back in the groove.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly didn’t know what he was gonna do with himself once India got on that plane. In the few short days they spent together—despite the fight—he could feel himself getting attached, which was very foreign, and he didn’t know how to cope with that.

They pulled up at the airport with 45 minutes to spare and he got all of her bags out of the trunk, ready to walk her to check-in. She looked down at his full hands. “You getting on the plane with me?” She giggles, prompting him to shake his head.

“Nah, Imma walk you to check in baby.” He took the lead after locking his car and as they walked through the airport, he was recognized by a few fans, mostly younger kids and teenagers.

He took pictures with them as India stood by, admiring the fact that these strangers showed him so much support.

“Your fans are so cute.” She fawns making Jey smile.

“Yea, they always show me and Jimmy love, forreal.”

Well, the time had come for India to proceed by herself after she got checked in and searched and everything.

He pulled her in for a hug, not letting go for a while. She loved feeling those arms around her, it all felt so new.

“Have a safe flight, okay?” He pulls away and looks down at her.

“And text me or something when you get to your apartment, so I know you’re good.” He adds.

“Okay yea, I will.” Those were the last words out of her mouth before he leaned down to give her a soft goodbye kiss and another hug. His lips lingered on hers as she watched him walk away with that irresistible swag that was evident in just the way he carried himself.

While sitting down in the waiting area right near her gate, she was responding to texts from her sister and mom. Mostly they were just checking in on her. She also noticed that Mikey texted her from his iPad.

MikeyPoo: hi auntie i love u😁😁

India: AWWW hi my snookie bear! i’m about to come back home today

MikeyPoo: yayyyyyyyyyyyy

India: 🥰🥰🥰

Soon, she was in first class on the plane, trying to keep from dozing off, but her body won that fight. The flight was a good little 4 hours, she just didn’t want to sleep the entire way.

She had a good little nap, waking up and checking the time on her phone. It was 3:36 PM meaning she slept for about 3 hours. She woke up just in time for drinks and refreshments because there was a flight attendant going around offering snacks to each passenger.

India politely took a bag of Cheezits, thanking the attendant and snacking on them, deciding to watch a movie on the screen in front of her. After an hour of the movie, the pilot came on the intercom, informing the passengers that they were about to descend and land so everyone needed to be buckled into their seats.

It was a very smooth landing, which India silently was thankful for. She then was off the plane and off to retrieve her bags.

Her sister had told her that she would be there to pick her up, and sure enough, she was. And her sweet little nephew, too.

After a lot of hugs and kisses and talking in the car, they all arrived back to India’s place with Mikey immediately running to India’s room to jump up and down on the bed.

“Michael, if you don’t get down from there! Before you hurt yourself.” Ivy grabbed Mikey before he could make a quick getaway.

India plopped down on the soft, plushy couch in her living room, pulling out her phone to text Jey that she was now back home.

India: just made it back home

Jey: Good mama. I’m glad you’re safe

Jey: Miss you fr.

India: i miss youuu

Jey: 🩵

“Who are you texting?” Mikey climbs into India’s lap with his face all in her phone, but she quickly shuts it off.

“Uhhh okay nosey!” She tickled his belly, making him pitch a laughing fit.

Ivy sat down next to Mikey, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. “So how was your little vacation?” She wiggled her eyebrows at her sister.

India pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “It was fine, how was yours?” India hinted at the possibility of Ivy seeing Mikey’s dad since he also lived in Pensacola too.

“We saw dad—!” Ivy covered her son’s mouth and turned her head away from India’s amused expression.

India picked up her nephew and sat him in her lap, being extra messy and wanting to tease her sister like how she teased her.

“Really? And when did you and mommy go see your dad?”

“Yesterday and yesterday!” He still didn’t know how to tell the difference between explaining yesterday and the day before that, which was so cute.

“Two days in a row? Wow!” India said but was more so speaking to Ivy.

“Okay okay, so I did—we did.”

“Mmmmhmm.”

“Anywho! Hey, so Mikey’s aunt is in town this weekend visiting her mom and they both want to see Mikey, so guess who can go out tonight?” Ivy says while stroking Mikey’s curly hair.

“Oh? Where did you wanna go?”

“I really wanna go to Skybar, I’ve never been to a rooftop bar.” India had been there a couple times and it was always a good time, especially the music.

“Okay for sure! I’m down, but first I need a long nap please.” India says while stretching her body out on the couch.

Ivy slapped her sisters legs. “If you don’t go get in the bed! Me and Mikey are gonna go to this arcade anyway,” She whispers the next part. “He can get all this energy out.”

India laughed when Mikey let it be known that he heard that. “Mommy I heard you!”

“Oop, come on buggaboo.” They said their goodbyes and then it was just India, snuggled in her own bed, a contrast from the hotel bedsheets.

She grabbed her phone, wanting to scroll on Instagram for a few before she took her nap. The first story she clicked on was Jey’s.

She just admired the tribal ink that marked his tan skin. He's at the gym.

Well, was. It says it was posted 2 hours ago. The little bars at the top showed that there was one more unseen picture that he posted on his story so she pressed the screen to reveal it.

"Oh my God him and that 'ucey jucey'." India laughed to herself. She hearted both pictures before shutting her phone off and closing her eyes to slip into her peaceful little nap.

That jet lag must’ve really got to India because she jolted awake, her body immediately sensing that she didn’t take no short nap. She grabbed her phone to check what time it was and sure enough, she took a 4 hour nap.

Sitting up in bed, she texted her sister to see if she could come over to get ready and if Mikey was safe with his grandmother and aunt.

Ivy: yea, girl that arcade wore him out and he slept the whole ride there lmaoo

India: aww my poor baby! he gon sleep goodt tonight 😴

Ivy: yup. k i’m bout to be on my way to you, i got drinks

India: oh we’re pregaming?

Ivy: hell yes so you can tell me about your new man. drunk india=yapper india

India: you just do me so bad

She laughed and pushed herself out of the bed, walking to her closet to find a dress and heels for tonight. After sifting through her never-ending clothes, she settled on the cute little graphic maxi dress that Jey had bought her, gold heels, and a purple loop bag that a brand had sent her.

She laid that out on her bed and made a note to ask her sister to help put in these new extensions a hair company sent her to do reviews on, and tonight would be the perfect time to test them out.

"Sissy! I'm here, where you at?" She heard Ivy call from the living room after getting in using the key she gave to her sister when she first moved down here.

"My bathroom!"

Ivy's figure came into view, holding a duffel bag and a backpack.

"I know you prefer seltzers over hard liquor so I got you some Cayman Jacks." Ivy pulled out her two favorite flavors, margarita and mexican sunrise, two of each.

"Yess. You're the best." She took the four drinks and put ice into a styrofoam cup and poured the mexican sunrise into it.

"Ivy you want some ice?"

"No I'm good."

Now they were both in the bathroom, putting on makeup and doing hair. Ivy successfully installed India's hair extensions and curled them to perfection. She fluffed out the curls a little and hyped up her sister.

"Damn bitch, mama cooked when she had us."

"Forreal, how is mama? I talked to her earlier today and she sounds so tired from work..." India asked.

"She says that she's fine, but I feel you. I want her to retire so she can relax."

"Me too, ugh."

"So, how is Jey??" Ivy switched the topic now that India was beginning to let loose a bit.

She covered her smile with her hand.

"Oh he dicked you down, girl. You're gone."

"Wha-I am not that gone." India pointed at herself.

"Did he come back to the hotel that night?" Ivy asked, already knowing the answer.

India opened and closed her mouth.

"That's what I thought. See I can see right through you girl."

"Okay but we didn't have sex that night." She quickly cleaned it up.

It was true, they just made out on the couch and cuddled each other to sleep.

This made Ivy raise an eyebrow.

"No sissy on everything, we didn't. Okay like long story short, we had a fight because he-"

"A fight?!"

"Mmm, an argument. He was at the club with this girl, and so I started ignoring him but then he kept trying to apologize, it was a whole thing."

"So he came back to the hotel to apologize in person?"

India nodded her head.

"And ya'll are good now? But wait who was the girl at the club?" Ivy tilted her head, motioning with her hand.

"I don't know. He said he didn't know her."

Ivy could just slap her sister right there.

"India."

"Bro shut up. I already know what you 'bout to say. Okay but the next day we spent all day together and he took me shopping. So clearly he was really sorry."

Ivy kept shaking her head, but she would always support her sister's rights and wrongs, unfortunately.

India pressed on. "And you can't talk 'cause who just hooked up with their ex 'yesterday and yesterday?'" She quoted Mikey, making Ivy's jaw drop.

"Mmhm, close your mouth and let's go."

"I can't believe you just gagged me." India grabbed her sister's hand, her purse in the other and locked her door before going down to the Uber.

15 minutes later, they were pulling up to the bar, but obviously they had to get a few flicks in before going up there.

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mariahthescientist Girl!! That dress on you😍😍

ft.gioo #needthat

trinity_fatu You're gorgeous😍😚

Ivy really liked the rooftop bar. India introduced her sister to everyone she saw that she knew or had met before, it was all good vibes.

The DJ was on one tonight too, playing all the hits from the early 2010s rap and R&B scene.

She even met people who were fans of her, following her on all her social media accounts.

India thought it was so sweet that people recognized her out in the real world so she wanted to document it and post it. With her phone held high, she angled it to catch all of her supporters in the frame, recording a cute and fun video saying hi.

Ivy also recorded the interaction, and wanting to show off how fine her sister was.

"Okay sis," She hyped, panning the camera to her outfit up and down. "Tell me my sister ain't fine!" India did a slow turn, showcasing the back of the dress and that peach that sat up just right. Ivy posted it to her story, tagging India, and she quickly reposted it onto her own story.

Now all of this seemed harmless, it was just another girl's night out.

But Jey had other thoughts...

Clicking on her story, he saw the men in the background checking India out. He saw them lick their lips and talking amongst themselves. He knew what they were thinking.

And that was the dress that he bought her.

India was halfway through her third martini before Ivy leaned over giggling at her phone. "Girl please go look at your story comments, they're hilarious."

India smiled, going to read them.

"You killing me rn"

"wifeyyyy lemme marry you"

"ur an angel that fell from Heaven"

"mommy i'll do whatever you say"

"😍😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥"

India laughed, tossing her hair back over her shoulder. "Damn ma, you got a roster. Jey better watch out." They both laughed.

Speak of the devil.

As soon as Ivy mentioned Jey, India's phone lit up with an incoming call from him.

"Oop. Girl you summoned him!!" India laughed and grazed her sister's shoulder while she got up to walk to a quieter place to answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"You havin' fun?" His voice was calm, but that underlying tightness in it sorta gave him away.

"...Yes, why?" India was confused.

"I'm just askin'. Seen your story. Dress all tight, drink in yo' hand...a bunch of dudes in yo' comments and shit."

India rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck. "They're just fans, Jey, it's not that deep." She smacked her lips and giggled.

"That's funny India? You think I'm cool watchin' dudes drool all over you? In the dress I bought?"

"They are my fans, Joshua!"

He smacked his lips. "Fans huh? They lookin' at you like they can take you home. We both know that ain't happenin'."

"And why exactly is that?" She was getting smart now.

"'Cause you mine." He said it like it didn't need explaining.

India raised an eyebrow and looked around in disbelief. "We're not a thi-"

"We are, India." He cut her off. "Don't play with me, you know who you belong to, baby."

She put a hand on her hip. "I don't belong to anybody, last time I checked."

"Oh word?"

"Nope." She made sure to pop the 'p'.

Jey didn't miss a beat. "So you wasn't mine when I was up in it?" That made India's stomach drop. "When you kept telling me it was mine forever?"

Her breath hitched and she glanced away, her cheeks getting hot. "Okay, Jey."

"Nah nah. When you was calling me Daddy and shit, telling me to spank you, pull yo' hair?"

India was quiet, her feelings a mixture of tipsiness, irritation, and excitement.

"I'm waitin', India."

"Ugh, okay fuck! Yes, you're right."

"Yea, that's right. You gon' always be mine. Imma let you get back to your night, but remember what I said. Bye, mama."

"...Bye."

His words made her so irritated but underneath it all was that pull. She actually was beginning to crave his attention, even if it was considered toxic.

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liam from make a wish being the only person jey publicly follows 😕 genuinely a man for the ppl, especially the kids

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Wade Barrett saying Jey has the heaviest schedule of anyone, and no time to take off and recover. They overworking my boy with no title around his waist. And knowing Jey, he will never complain about it. He's a work horse.

This is why I hate seeing people say he gets gassed out before even wrestling. He's tired yet he still does his entrance with passion.

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jey uso , WWE : unreal .

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the usos , WWE : unreal .

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no way out - jey uso

gif by: @punksrhea

warnings: angst, smut, captivity, unhealthy obsession, jealousy problems and a lot more unhealthy shit.

a/n: i’ve never written anything like this, and i’ve been so unsure about posting, but honestly whatever! i cannot write smut for my life, so lets just not talk about it lmaoo! i also condone none of this in any way!

———

Jey’s heart raced as he paced the dimly lit basement. He glanced at the bed in the corner, where you lay, curled into a ball, tears streaming down your cheeks. The small window above the bed, only allowed a tiny amount of light into the room.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, yet you could feel tenseness behind it. He never liked seeing you upset. “You know I can’t let you go. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

You turned your face away, a sob leaving your mouth. “Jey, please. You’re scaring me. This isn’t love. This is...controlling.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer. “Controlling? No, this is love. True love. I just want to protect what’s mine.”

He reached out, brushing your cheek, causing you to flinch softly. He looked almost hurt. “You’re mine, sweetheart, and i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

Jey had always been possessive, but this was something else entirely. You’d tried to leave him, to escape the jealousy that had grew over his love for you. But now, here you were, trapped in the cold basement of his home, with no way out.

Days eventually turned into a week as he’d bring you food, simple meals he knew you enjoyed. Your appetite had almost entirely disappeared, especially not a good thing with life growing inside you. “Eat, mama. You need your strength,” he’d tell you, watching you with eyes that were both loving and possessive.

You couldn’t escape any part of the situation. You were pregnant with his child. The thought of bringing a life into this world, something that was meant to be happy, and exciting, but instead you’re surrounded by his obsession with keeping you for himself.

“Jey, I can’t do this,” you whispered one certain night, your voice trembling. “I need to see a doctor. The baby needs—”

He cut you off with a stern look, his jaw tightening. “You don’t need anyone but me. I’ll take care of you. I always take care of you.”

The way he said it, so sure, so possessive, made you sick to your stomach. You wanted to believe he loved you, that he was just trying to protect you, but the situation you were in just showed he wanted full control over you.

Each day, you tried to reason with him, to make him see that love shouldn’t feel like this.

“You can’t keep me here forever, Jey. I’m not your property.”

He would sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes softening as he cupped your face in his hands. “But you are mine, and I can’t lose you again. I won’t let you leave me.”

He’d lean in, pressing his soft lips to your forehead, a small tiny gesture of affection that would warm your heart and make you feel sick.

As you lay awake, staring at the ceiling, you felt a flutter in your belly, it was your baby, moving for the first time. You placed your hand lovingly on your stomach, eyes filling with tears.

Jey had noticed and smiled, the darkness in his eyes replaced by something softer. “Our little one,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “I promise to keep you both safe.”

You couldn’t get over the feeling that his love would only grow more possessive when the baby arrived.

Weeks eventually passed, and all you could think about was being free, away from him. You tried to convince him to leave, but each time you brought it up, Jey would become a different person. You could find him throwing furniture at the walls, or storming back upstairs, not even bothering to bring you food.

One night, you decided to push him. “Jey, why don’t you trust me? I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

His expression hardened, his eyes looking almost crazy, as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin. “Love isn’t enough, not when there are people out there who want to hurt you. I won’t let that happen to you, sweetheart, and I cant let anything happen to our baby.”

He placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the baby kick, his eyes growing soft. “But don’t you want our baby to be free? To have a normal life?”

You could see the conflict within him, he knew deep down what he was doing is wrong, but it didn’t change your reality. You were still trapped, still held against your will, and the weight of it all felt so sickening.

You wouldn’t give up. Sitting up, facing him directly you spoke “Jey, we need to talk, i’m being forreal,” you said, your voice staying steady despite the fear sitting deep down in your stomach. You didn’t want Jey to get angry, he could be so scary sometimes.

He looked at you, curiosity mixed with something that looked like fear. “What is it, baby?”

“I just cannot keep living like this. I love you, but I can’t be your little prisoner. I need to know that I can make my own choices.”

Once again, his eyes darkened , and he stood, pacing the room. He began hyperventilating, “you don’t understand what you’re asking. If I let you go, I’ll lose you. I can’t live with that, baby.” Tears filled his eyes, his cheeks flushing pink.

You stood your ground, not showing your guilt. “I’m not asking for much, just a chance to breathe, to live. I don’t wanna have to have a baby, and stay locked up, not even being able to enjoy the experience.” You felt like crying. But showing him how much this was crushing you would only make him feel like he has the upper hand.

He stopped pacing, turning to face you, his expression a mix of anger and sadness. “You think I want to keep you and the baby here? I’m doing this for you, for our baby. I can��t let anything happen to either of you. You’re my whole word.”

“Then let me go, Jey!. Let me prove that I’m not going anywhere. You have to trust me.”

His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, you thought you saw some understanding in him. But then it vanished, replaced once again, by anger. “Trust is a fragile thing, baby. Once it’s broken, it’s hard to repair.”

You could feel the weight of his words, the real truth behind them. He was right. The trust between you two had been shattered long before you found yourself in his basement. And while it seemed it was all your fault, you had your valid reasons.

Jey stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I love you too much to let you go. I’ll always protect you. Always. I promise.”

“Jey...” you started, tears streaming down your face, he silenced you with a finger on your lips.

“I won’t lose you again. Not to anyone. And you aren’t leaving, that’s final.”

With that, he turned away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You sank back onto the bed, letting all the emotions escape you.

The thoughts of leaving consumed you. You got no sleep, instead you stayed up, staring at the wall, feeling nauseous.

As you lay in bed, trying your best to fall asleep, you hear a noise. A faint sound comes from the door, and your heart raced. Jey had gone out, leaving you alone for the first time in months.

You knew this was your chance. Gathering your strength, ignoring the need to puke, you approached the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Jey?” you called softly, hoping to hear his familiar voice. Silence.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for the doorknob and twisted. It was unlocked. Jey had left the door unlocked.

With shaking hands, you pushed the door open. You stepped into the dimly lit hallway, your heart racing as you made your way to the stairs.

But just as you reached the top, you heard a voice behind you. “Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

You turned, your breath catching in your throat as Jey stood there, a dark shadow against the light. He looked..calm? Almost as if he was expecting this.

“I...I just wanted to get some air,” you stuttered, trying to keep your voice steady. “I felt really sick down there.”

He stepped closer, his eyes dark. “You know I can’t let you out, why do you keep trying to leave me? You belong here, with me.”

“Jey, please. I can’t live like this,” you begged for what felt like the millionth time. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

He reached out, cupping your face in his hands, his touch gentle despite the look behind his eyes. “you don’t understand. I’m doing this because I love you. Because I love our baby.”

“I—” he stopped, gaze soft, just for a moment. “I can’t lose you again. When you tried to leave everything felt wrong. I wasn’t complete. I won’t let that happen.”

“Jey...” you whispered, your heart was torn in two. You loved this man, oh, so much. But he only tore you down, keeping you all for himself.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ll always protect you, baby. I’ll always keep you safe.”

And as you stood there, lost in his embrace, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever be free.

———

Being pregnant with his child, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. And despite the fear that sometimes consumed you, there was an undeniable spark of desire that came over you every time he spoke sweet to you. Spoke to you like he really cared.

He stood across the room, his back to you, his broad shoulders tense with unspoken emotions. You watched him, the way his muscles flexed as he moved, the way his jaw would clench, then unclench. At the moment, he was both your captor and your lover, and you were caught in the middle of his love and possessiveness.

“Come here,” he spoke, his voice low and rough, with an urgency that covered you in goosebumps.

You hesitated for a moment, heart pounding in your chest, but you then found yourself moving closer. You took a small step forward, then another, until you were standing before him. Jey’s dark gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, it was just the two of you.

He reached out, his fingers brushed against your cheek, then began trailing down to your neck, where they lingered. “I don’t want to lose you,” he murmured, a small frown on his lips, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at your heart. “You’re mine, now and forever.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling in your chest. “You can’t keep me here forever, Jey,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly, you didn’t know how much longer he would keep you here. “I need to be free.”

His expression darkened, and he stepped closer, invading your personal space until you felt the heat radiating from his body. “You think you want freedom? But I can give you everything you need. I do.”

His lips crashed against yours, silencing any further protest. The kiss was hungry, he needed this, bad, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you did too. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands found your waist, pulling you against him.

As the kiss deepened, his tongue slipped past your lips, exploring you at a pace that left you breathless. You gave into to him completely, losing yourself in the toxic mix of love and possessiveness that now defined your relationship.

He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you across the dimly lit basement until your back pressed against the cold, concrete wall. You gasped at the sudden contact, and he took advantage of your surprise, his mouth trailing down the curve of your neck, his lips moving down your neck at a slow pace.

“Jey…” you breathed, your fingers grabbing onto his hair as you tilted your head back, granting him better access. The touch of his lips against your skin sent waves of pleasure through you. This man always knew how to work you up.

Still holding you up, he then moved to the small bed, laying you down softly, his hand brushing against your stomach. A reminder of the fact you were carrying his child.

“Shhh,” he whispered against your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

With that, he sank to his knees before you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer. Your heart raced, knowing exactly where he intended to take you.

He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, each touch making you feel dizzy. You gasped as he lightly nipped at your skin, teasing you, prolonging the moment until you were practically begging for more. “Jey, please,” you gasped, arching your back in desperation.

He looked up at you, his eyes brown darkened with lust. “You want more?” he asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. “Then you need to ask for it.”

You bit your lip, embarrassed at what he was asking of you. But the way he stared at you, with that hungry look in his eyes, made you give in so easily. “Please, Jey…I need you so bad, baby,” you practically whimpered, the words flowed from your lips like a prayer.

With a satisfied smirk, he dove between your thighs, licking the juices that were now dripping off your pussy. His tongue circled around your swollen clit, evoking loud moans out of you. “Oh my god!” you arched off the bed, Jey’s hands moving to your waist to hold you down.

He slurped your juices with all he had in him. As you approached your climax, he pulled away, smirking at the disappointed look on your face.

His hands began exploring your body, tracing the soft curves of your pregnancy. You felt beautiful, and desired in a way that made your heart race. he made you feel like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Are you ready?” he practically groaned. The large bulge showing in his boxers confirmed how much he needed you.

You nodded, breathless, craving the distraction that only he could provide. He positioned himself between your legs, his body pressing against yours as he entered you slowly, letting you adjust, filling you completely. A moan escaped your lips as your body instinctively welcomed him, a perfect fit that made your head spin.

“God, you feel so good, mama,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move, each thrust sending pleasure throughout your body. You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him deeper, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you.

You clung to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure moved through you. Jey’s movements quickened, feeling your tightness clench around him. His breath came in ragged gasps, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension coiling in your tummy with each thrust.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded, his voice came out in a growl.

“I’m yours, Jey,” you gasped, your body arching against his, seeking that sweet release that was oh so close. “Always yours.”

He groaned in response, his grip tightening around you as he thrust harder, deeper, for each movement. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, bringing closer to the edge, and all you could do was give into him.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers racing through your body. “Let go, baby. I want to feel you.”

With a cry, your body fell into ecstasy, your entire body tightening around him as pleasure crashed over you harshly. You felt him shatter alongside you, his body tensed as he buried himself deep, filling you completely.

As the two of you calmed down, catching your breath, you found yourself wrapped in his arms.

Jey held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across your skin. “I won’t let anyone take you from me,” he whispered, his voice almost sounded fragile, scared. “You and our baby are all I need.”

You closed your eyes, resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

You understood now, this man held all the power. He held the future of you and your baby, all in his hands.

———

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JACOB FATU & SOLO SIKOA WWE SummerSlam, August 3rd, 2025

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rum and coke

jimmy uso x fem reader. rated e. drabble.

summary: you had always loved the dichotomy of opposites. yin and yang; the one that defined the other while taking nothing from it. true balance. when you first met jimmy, it felt like some part of you knew he was the perfect complement, a tender foil. warnings: smut, eating out, unprotected p in v, light emotional hurt/comfort if you squint, sex under the influence

a/n: i was writing this concurrently with my first jimmy fic and i wasn't planning to really focus on it much yet but it became very very sweet and special to me and i wanted to see it through now as opposed to later. i hope you enjoy!

You had always loved the dichotomy of opposites. Yin and yang; the one that defined the other while taking nothing from it. True balance.

When you first met Jimmy, it felt like some part of you knew he was the perfect complement, a tender foil.

There was a vibrance and lightness to him that you had always loved, and at times envied, too. You always held on just a little too long, a little too tight, to everything you cared about, and melancholia came naturally to you. Neither one was a better way to be than the other, they were just different.

The two of you were different, in ways people sometimes liked to point out indelicately.

People with a greater tendency to be extroverts would often make jokes about how the two of you together were all about the attraction of opposites. Inherently not an objective statement on right or wrong, but to you, there was a very clear implied preference which left you to feel ashamed.

Sometimes it encouraged you to curl even tighter into yourself, go a little quieter and stay a little closer to center, while you watched Jimmy move fearlessly with a brightness that rivaled the sun.

When the two of you were alone, you were more comfortable being yourself. Still shy, still introverted, but less conscious of it. You could do something silly or ridiculous with him that didn’t ask you to be someone you weren’t. He could be peaceful and present with you intentionally without questioning if you wanted him to be someone different.

It took time and practice, but you had found that common ground together.

It didn’t exist in a vacuum, however. There were things that still shook your confidence, moments where it seemed like people still looked at you as someone he put up with.

Tonight, you and Jimmy had gone out to a bar with a few coupled friends. The drinks were shitty, the temperature was stiflingly hot, and your outfit was certainly not comfortable. You were here, though, because of him. Because this was fun for him, and with him, you could find the pocket where you fit in an environment that wasn’t made for you.  

At first, it was just one of your friends teasing you innocently enough that they were surprised to see you there. Then, after a few drinks, it was a jab at how Jimmy must have promised you a boring night in to make up for tonight. Finally, the crescendo came in the form of a stranger—a woman who approached Jimmy at the bar while he got you a refill, and you watched how easily she fit there. With him.

You were quiet on the ride home, and eagerly dropped onto the couch with a sigh as soon as you got through the door.

The straps on your heels felt like too much of a puzzle to solve right now, so the next best thing was propping your legs up on the arm of the couch to take the pressure off your feet.

“Nah, nah, don’t get comfy there. You’re gonna be wanting the bed soon, and we’ll both be too tired to do anything about it,” Jimmy insisted. He took one of your hands to get you sitting upright, but then instead of helping you to your feet, he swept you up in his arms and held you to his chest. “I gotchu, mama.”

“Be careful,” you murmured, resting your head against his collarbone. You could feel the steady beat of his pulse and the glaze of sweat beneath his shirt. He smelled so good, earthy and warm with a hint of spice.

When he chuckled, you felt the vibration in his chest against your cheek. “I will, got me the most precious cargo.”

Jimmy deposited you gently onto your shared bed, helping you lie back with a steadying palm at the base of your spine, and then got on his knees in front of you. Before you could ask what he was doing, you felt him caress your ankles, his fingertips tracing the path of your heels’ intricate lacing up your calves.

“Baby,” you reproved softly, “you don’t have to do that. I’ll get them off in a bit when I can stand up again.”

His knuckles dragged softly over your bare skin, and you couldn’t help the shiver that moved through you. “Lemme do it.”

You sighed with faux-indignance, but didn’t fight him any further.

Seemingly placated, Jimmy resumed his overly careful ministrations. “You look so fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured with a slow, heavy tongue. “You a goddess in this dress. Don’t think I coulda lasted much longer out there, playing like I wasn’t fiendin’ for my girl.”

The startling rasp of his beard against your knee prompted you to prop yourself on your elbows so you could see him. He was nuzzling you gently, and it seemed to be an absentminded act of self-soothing for him, his eyelids droopy and his lips slightly parted.

A gentle smile spread across your lips, and you opened your mouth to say something sweet in return, but instead what came out was, “Does being with me make you happy?”

“What the hell you askin’ something like that for?” It wasn’t dismissive, per se, but he treated it like a transitory curiosity that would be gone by morning, a short-lived hypothetical.

“Do I make you happy? Even though I’m boring?”

Looking up at you with innocently wide eyes, Jimmy blinked slowly in confusion. His long eyelashes looked like delicate lace, and cast pretty, shadowed patterns on the skin beneath. “What’d you mean? I’m fuckin’ sprung, mama. You got me on a leash, and I want it.”

Your already tender heart had thawed too much from the alcohol to handle such a raw declaration. He presented it as something so simple, like a casual, objective fact.

He had gotten one shoe free and set aside and started on the other when he suddenly looked up sharply. His eyebrows were drawn in tight and his lips were turned down in a small frown. “And what’d you mean boring? Someone say that to you?”

“Come on, baby. You don’t have to pretend.” A traitorous lump rose in your throat and couldn’t be swallowed down. “I know I’m not like you.”

“That’s one of the best things about you.” Maybe you were tipsier than you thought, but you honestly couldn’t tell if that was a joke.

“You heard what our friends were saying about me tonight. And I…I saw you talking to that girl at the bar.”

Jimmy groaned softly and tipped forward against you. His face came to rest in supplication on the softness of your thighs. “Baby, I swear, I ain’t even—”

“No. No, I know.” His sigh of relief ruffled the hem of your dress softly. “I just meant…you looked happy.”

“Yeah, I like talkin’ to people.” He shrugged as much as he was able in the position he was in. “‘Specially when we all drinkin’ and communin’ and shit.” The movement of his lips against you as he spoke and the ghost of breath in the seam between your legs combined to overwhelm your body. Goosebumps erupted over your skin.

You laughed, bringing a hand up to card through his sweat-damp curls and scratch your nails along his scalp. The sensation evoked a deep purr from low in Jimmy’s chest, and something about its primal nature touched yours, making heat coil low in your belly.

“You are the friendliest drunk I’ve ever been around,” you managed to reply despite all the ways he distracted you. “But I just… I’m not good at any of the things you do. Or what you like. I’m just over here being boring. All the time.”

“You just bein’ you. Ain’t nothing boring about that.” It took a little doing and patience, but he finally got both heels off and gently set aside. His palms slid up the outside of your legs until they came to rest at your outer thighs just beneath the hem of your dress. “And I ain’t loving you ‘cause I pity you.”

“Okay.” It was a simple reply, but it was honest. It wasn’t a false promise or a white lie, and that was more important to you. You believed him, if nothing else; maybe you couldn’t believe yourself, but you knew he would only tell you the truth.

“I love when you get all confident and shit, talking about somethin’ you’re a smarty pants about. When you correct someone while bein’ all sweet with it.” You could hear the smile in his voice even without being able to see him. “I love that you can curl up against me and stay like that for hours, just ‘cause you love me. I love that you sit quietly and watch things go by so you can say somethin’ incredible about it all that I never thought of. I love that when you laugh for me, that real cute, undignified shit, I know it’s gotta be real.”

Your fingers tightened in his hair, and he turned his cheek against you to look up into your eyes. “You really mean it?”

“Mean it and more, baby.” His palms reverently stroked along the expanse of your thighs, and the goofy little smile he offered you almost cracked your chest open. “C’n I show you?”

You nodded, about to move back on the bed to let him up, but his fingers pressed hard into your skin.

“Nah. Like this, baby. Love it like this.” His eyelids got all droopy and soft again, and instead of attempting to help you out of your dress or even just lift it up your hips to make room, Jimmy slid under the skirt.

The outline of him beneath delicate, dark fabric did something unexpected to you. It would have seemed that the sight of him pleasuring you would be greatest sight, but something about this obscurity felt even more thrilling. He moved beneath the fabric like a shark through water, sleek and smooth, and the pleased hum he made when he kissed at you over your underwear was muffled, but you felt it all through you.

“Jimmy…”

His reply was unintelligible, but the first warm, wet touch of his tongue against you was bright and clear. You gasped loudly, your back arching on instinct, but he dug his fingers in hard enough that you would surely be wearing his fingers as bruises for days to come.

His fingers worked at the elastic of your underwear, fumbling only a little—quite an impressive feat after a night of drinking—and pulled them down and off. As soon as you were bare before him, he was rubbing his mouth and nose against you gently, smearing your wetness on him like a holy blessing.

Already feeling raw and sensitive inside and out, you couldn’t hold back a soft whimper. Your fingers wound into his hair with a firm grip, but you tried not to tug too hard as you pulled him in closer.

Jimmy pressed deeper into you, his broad shoulders forcing your thighs to part a little more, and he brought one of his hands up to rest over yours on his head. Squeezing firmly, he closed your fist a little tighter and pulled against you just enough that you felt the tension down to the roots of his hair. Encouraging you—asking you—to make it hurt a little.

Your heart was racing in your chest at the invitation. You acquiesced and in response, his jaw went slack and his tongue softened.

“Baby, oh my god,” you moaned, low and breathy.

“Nah, say it right for me.” He suckled at your clit with warm, strong suction, and his saliva slid slowly down along your lips. “Say it like you do, just for me.”

The frisson of wildness that was rapidly spiderwebbing through your whole body made you feel like you were balanced on a knife’s edge.

“Please.” His voice cracked just a little around the edges, showing his hand without a thought to his pride.

“Daddy.” It came out like a purr, a contented little noise of want and need. “I need more, Daddy.”

Jimmy made a wounded noise against you, rolling his tongue inside you softly before parting from you with an obscenely wet noise. “I want you to cum on my tongue first, mama.”

“I want you. Need you.” The ache of emptiness, or just incompleteness, was getting harder to ignore. It was all pleasure, just different flavors; the problem was, you had a taste for one in particular now.

After hearing his reassurance and love, your heart was a wild thing in your chest that wanted and wanted. It started off without any particular drive, vulnerable and building up its ego. Taking each piece of love and tenderness and observing it before collecting it to keep. Now, however, it was satisfied enough to have grown, evolved into something that wanted particulars and had grown teeth.

Levering yourself up to a sitting position pulled you just far enough from his mouth that he chased you unsuccessfully with an open, needy mouth. “I wanna know what you feel, Daddy. All of it.”

The blaze in his eyes cooled from a white-hot blue flame to a steady deep red at the sentiment he knew was lurking beneath the words, and he allowed you to inch back towards the pillows without stopping you. Instead, he followed you like the leash he said you had him on was very real and pulling him inextricably closer.

Crawling up the bed with his strong arms caging you in and his knees keeping your legs from closing, he trailed his lips along patches of your skin errantly, just to mollify himself enough that he could be patient for you. “I’m gonna do you right, mama, like you deserve.” When he got to your chest, his nose dragged along your sternum and around to the side of your neck where he took a luxurious inhale of your perfume. “I love you so much.”

Comfortably situated, you brought one hand back up to the base of his skull and held him. His hair fell across your chest in a small torrent of pretty little curls, a teasing sensation of barely there and also impossible to ignore.

Jimmy reached down with one hand to start undoing the button and zipper of his pants, and only moved them down enough that he could get himself in hand.

It was a particular kind of need that drove this kind of sex; the kind where you undressed only to the most necessary degree, not because of a lack of privacy or time, but because it demarcated a specific and passionate brand of hunger.

You rotated your hips a little so you could shift your skirt up to give him better access, and he took every bit of new allowance you gave him with enthusiasm.

It was utterly holy the way that he slid into you so perfectly.

That slow, slick press that made you both hold each other just a little tighter peaked with a deep, incomparable satisfaction of completeness. For a moment, neither of you moved, just so you could revel in that feeling a little longer.

“I love you most,” you whispered, squeezing his hips with your knees.

“Love you most.”

And then the stasis overbalanced, and he was moving in deep strokes that made you arch into him as much as you were able.

“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve never had it as good as you.” Your lips by his ear made it too easy to bite at him softly, but you rubbed your cheek against him in apology.

“’Course you haven’t, pretty girl,” he smirked, that arrogant little twist of his lips making something in you catch. “Why would you be callin’ me Daddy otherwise, huh? I’m all you need.”

Every completed cycle of push and pull satisfied a deep hunger that only this had ever touched. It was relief and raw pleasure, and then a new kind of emptiness and craving.

“You wanna know a secret, though?” Jimmy was breathing more heavily now, each exhale trembling just a little. “You all I need, too. Daddy ain’t shit without his girl.”

A whimper of pure overwhelm escaped you, and your arms locked tight around his neck to tuck his face against you. As if you could make him a part of you if you held him tight enough.

“Baby… I’m tryna make it last but—fuck—you’re so…”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Me too.”

It was messy and uncoordinated, but it was everything you needed to feel. Coming apart around him as he spilled for you, knowing that this was what you always were.

Give and take, push and pull. Balance. Wholeness.

Fated hearts.