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This reminded me of u bby boy 😆

Bbg u hv got to be kidding me

I wouldve gotten 900 MINIMUM

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The Usos for Summer Slam promo

[dramaism]

honestly we should normalize NOT giving a person who's going on vacation 16473736 tasks to finish on their last day

[sheaabuttaababyy]

Sorry - Jey Uso

Warnings: slight smut, toxic couple, infidelity, dramaaa

Pairing: Jey x Maya

"Babyyyy I’m home" Josh walked in the house rolling his suitcase with a bag of Chinese food in his hand. Unaware of the eerie silence and darkness in the house.

Turning the dim lights on for the living room he saw his wife Maya sitting there with a glass of wine in her hand. "Oh shit. Damn babe you scared the shit outta me" putting the stuff down he laughed walking towards her.

He leaned down to give her a kiss but she moved her head away. Making a confused face he stepped back. "Yo you good. What’s wrong ba-?"

"When were you gonna tell me you’ve been fucking your coworker. Leah" finally making eye contact with him she took a sip of her wine calmly. A little too calm.

Josh looked at her as the room began to feel hot, his throat starting to tighten "W-what? Whatchu talking about?"

"I’m talking about this" pulling out her phone she put it on the table in front of her as a video of a man. That you can clearly tell was Josh, was getting head from Leah.

"You still don’t know what I’m talking about?" She asked standing up as Josh sat on the couch with his head in his hands. Not knowing what to say.

"I’m sorry" he spoke softy as tears spilled from his eyes.

"Oh god. Give me a break" chugging her wine she went to go put the glass in the kitchen sink. Josh immediately got up following her.

"I’m sorry Maya. I cut it off with her I-I promise I’m done with her, Fuckk I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I let you down like this, I’m so incredibly sorry for cheating on you after all these years. I know I've shattered your trust, and I would give anything to take it back. You mean the world to me, and I can't imagine my life without you.”

Tears built up in her eyes as she whipped her head around to him. "Why? Why did you cheat and I wanna know how it started and how long."

"I felt lonely and m-me being on the road I missed affection. Fuck" Josh squeezed his eyes shut trying not to let more tears spill. He had no right being heart broken and he knew telling her everything would break Maya apart.

Opening his eyes he brought them back to her before continuing. "One night while I was on the road I was missing you and the kids. I needed to rant and Leah was there" he took a breath before continuing. "I started ranting and telling her how I was sexually frustrated and how I missed you and need you. He choked on a sob not wanting to tell his wife what happened.

"Fucking say it. You pussy. You already fucking cheated you piece of shit so tell me!" She smacked his chest urging him to speak.

"She started rubbing on me and i let her. But when she kissed me I pulled away but she told me to close my eyes and imagine it was you. And I did"

Maya let the sob that was stuck in her throat come out as her body shook. 14 years of marriage and 3 kids for what? For this?

"How long?" she spoke in between her cries.

"2 months. I cut it off 1 month ago" his voice just barley above a whisper.

Maya was trying to walk away but Josh grabbed her getting on his knees. Hugging her waist he held her tight so she couldn’t move.

"Please. I’m on my knees asking for your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it Maya, but I promise to do whatever it takes to make things right. I’ll work hard to rebuild what I've broken and show you that I can be the husband you deserve. I love you more than I can express, and I’m begging you to let me prove that to you. I’m so so sorry baby"

There was a silence only the sound of their sniffles filling the air. Maya gripped his chin making him look up at her.

Forcefully she pushed him back making him fall back on his ass as she quickly went upstairs.

Josh got up chasing after her. Going into their master bedroom he saw Maya take out a suitcase, aggressively pack her clothes.

"I’ve been by your side 17 fucking years. I was there for you every step of the way. I supported you, cheered you on, believed in you when no one else did" zipping her suitcase she looked at him. "And this is the fucking thank you I got, cheating with some thirsty ran through girl."

"Do you know the fucking pain, I felt waiting for you to come home to me and the kids and then get a fucking video sent to me of you getting your dick sucked by some bitch."

"I’m sorr-"

"stop fucking saying that. Your not fucking sorry your sorry cause your stupid ass got caught. You weren’t sorry when you fucking around with her so please. Just shut the fuck up" she didn’t even feel sadness anymore just straight up anger.

Grabbing her suitcase she walked towards the door but Joshua quickly blocked it.

"Please stay. W-we can talk this out."

"Get out my way.”

"Maya please I’m begging you, can we please jus-"

"Joshua I’m telling you right now to get the fuck out my way"

"May-" he was cut off as Maya slapped his face as hard as she could. Josh felt his ears ringing, his face getting hot from the harsh slap he just got.

Going downstairs she grabbed the car keys before leaving the house.

"Hello, hello Mayaaaa" Maya snapped back into reality as her best friend Gina waved her hand in her face.

"Baby girl you good? You zoned out for a minute. I was calling your name for awhile."

He tryna roll me up

I ain’t picking up

Heading to the club

Her and Gina were currently in the back of an Uber on their way to the club. And all Maya could think about it what happened 2 weeks ago. Since then Josh has been calling her none stop, sending her flowers and other random gifts. She sent everything back each time.

"Yeah yeah. Just thinking" Maya shot her friend a smile but Gina could tell it wasn’t genuine.

"Aww don’t be sad girllll. Tonight I’m gonna make sure you have fun and let loose. Fuck that Yeet Yeet ass Negro" she said with a mug making Maya laugh.

Once they arrived at the club Maya could already feel the stares coming her way. She’ll admit she did look good as fuck. Her latex brown jumpsuit clung tightly against her body. And her hair and makeup was perfect.

They went towards the bar as Gina started ordering shots right away. "Yes can we please get 12 tequila shots pleaseee" Maya looked towards her friend as if she was insane. Which she was.

"Girl who tf drinking all those shots"

"Bitch us. Now here" passing her a shot as she raised her own. "To having fun and letting loose"

Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup

"Wooooo" Maya cheered "and finding Maya new dick" Gina quickly snuck in before downing her shot.

Maya and Gina made their way to the dance floor once the liquor had their bodies buzzing.

Soco by StarBoy started playing loudly through the club as Maya put her hands around Gina’s neck grinding the front of their bodies against each other slowly.

Almost everyone’s eyes were set on the two girls as they didn’t give a care in the world.

"Ayy Jon ain’t that Maya" Jacob slapped his cousins chest trying get his attention.

"The fuck. Yeah it is." He spoke watching his sister in law grind on her friend.

"Why she acting as if she’s single. And wasn’t Josh supposed to come to the club as well?" Zilla asked sipping his drink.

"Yeah I tried to get him to come but he’s been bed rotting for 2 weeks now. And honestly I’m happy sis is out here feeling herself again. She deserves it." Jon spoke nodding his head approvingly.

And he meant what he said yeah he’ll always be there for Josh. Of course that’s his brother. But Maya was also like his sister. So when he found out that Josh’s dumbass cheated. He cussed his ass out. Maya was really a one of a kind type girl, and Their whole family has been shitting on him since the word spread out.

As Maya continued to dance on her friend she turned around and began twerking and whining against her until a tall figure approached them.

"Hey beautiful is it okay if I can come take your friends place?" The fine tatted up man asked Maya as Gina nodded her head pushing Maya towards him a bit so she could go dance on him.

Maya hesitantly grabbed his hand that he put out for her. As she grabbed it she took in his appearance. And Damn he was fine. He did look a little bit younger though but she didn’t mind he was fine as fuck.

She turned around slowly grinding her ass against him feeling his bulge that was pressing into her backside. "What’s your name pretty" he spoke huskily into ear his right hand rubbing up and down her right thigh as they continued to grind on each other.

Turning her head slightly she looked up at him smiling. "Maya. What’s yours?"

"Tyrique" he smiled down at her flashing his diamond grills.

Across the room Jacob, Jon and Zilla had their mouths wide open. This was some teaaa for them.

"Nahhhhh that’s wild" Jacob laughed.

Jon eyes were wide as he quickly texted Trinity the "☕️" emoji.

Zillas messy ass, recorded Maya and the dude dancing on each other. He was bored and wanted a little more drama.

Josh was currently in bed scrolling through Mayas instagram seeing that she posted a new picture.

Mayaaa_Jones✔️

Liked by Trinity_fatu, Biancabelairwwe, CM Punk and others

Mayaaa_Jones looking too good it make his chest hurt💋

Uceyjucey717 bodyyyy teaaa

Tina_818 wait did anyone else peep that her last name in her insta isn’t fatu anymore!?!?

WWE_OTC_USO replied to Tina_818 Girl yeah twitter saying he cheated on her but I’m not 100% sure

Rebeccaflowers NOOOOO MY SHAYLAAA WHY TWITTER SAYING JEY CHEATED?

Brentfaiyaz✔️ looking edible

Rachel_woods replied to Brentfaiyaz✔️ TF. NIGGA WHAT U DOING HERE???

Badgalkayla replied to Brentfaiyaz✔️ Oooh I’m here for it. Get her Brent 😝

Josh frowned seeing Brentfaiyaz in her comments. The fuck he in there for? He always hated how people were starting to put two and two together about his and Mayas personal life.

He sighed rubbing his head as his phone dinged seeing he got a notification from his cousin Zilla.

Lil Cuzzo yo ass should’ve came to the club

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Josh clicked on the video. He saw that it was a club. The camera zoomed in focusing on two figures dancing on eachother sexually. He squinted his eyes quickly recognizing the clothing the girl was wearing it was the same jumpsuit Maya was wearing in her picture.

"What the fuck" tears burned in his eyes as his chest began to feel heavy. He continued to watch the video seeing how the guy started nuzzling his face into his wife’s neck as she laughed turning her head to the side, giving him more access.

"No, no, no, no" Josh quickly took the covers off him. Going to the closet he put on a pair of pants along with a zip up hoodie. Grabbing his phone and keys he jogged down the stairs slipping his shoes on, running to the car.

Getting in he quickly turned it on pulling out the driveway speeding to the club.

Meanwhile at the club Maya and Tyrique were still dancing their hands became more touchy overtime. her hands grazing over his hard dick. His hands slightly rubbing her titties, some kisses to her neck. They were basically fucking on the dancefloor.

"Well, well, well. If it isn’t the fatu boys" Gina walked over to where Jon and them were smiling. "Sup Gina" they all greeted. "Whatchu guys doing here? She asked sitting on the couch in their lounge.

"It’s a Friday night decide to come here and vibe" Jacob spoke shrugging his shoulders.

"What about you I see you and my sister in law came but she looks a little busy at the moment" Jon said looking over at Maya who was clearly enjoying her self with ole dude.

Gina looked over in her direction smiling like a proud mom. "I know look at her go. She deserves to have fun after the shit your brother put her through"

"I’m not disagreeing, but I think if she continues what’s she’s doing she’s gonna regret it."

"Mhmm I don’t think so. Your brother was literally at work fucking your guys coworker. While Maya was at home taking care of their kids waiting for his calls, texts and him coming back home. He complained about not feeling loved and getting affection when he literally could’ve expressed to his wife how he felt. But no he used a lame ass excuse and cheated. You don’t think Maya was missing him as well?"

Gina snarled in disgust thinking about everything Maya told her. She truly hated Joshua right now. She just wanted to make sure her best friend was happy and having fun at the moment.

In the car Joshua tried calling Maya for the 7th time but again. It went straight to voicemail. He was almost at the club which should’ve been a 20 minute drive but he made it 10. Calling again it went to voicemail. Again.

"MAYA I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DO ANYTHING WITH THAT MOTHERFUCKER ILL BURN THE WHOLE FUCKING CLUB DOWN." Calming down a bit he continued. "Please I’m sorry I’m sorry for everything just please come back to me. I can’t stand seeing you with anyone else" he cried as he drove.

Now you wanna say you're sorry

Now you wanna call me crying

Now you gotta see me wilding

Now I'm the one that's lying

And I don't feel bad about it

It's exactly what you get

Stop interrupting my grinding

At the club Mayas phone repeatedly buzzed it her tiny purse, that was around her wrist. "You tryna get outta here mama" Tyrique asked nibbling her ear.

Maya turned around facing him biting her lip she nodded her head. Grabbing her hand Tyrique led her towards the exit as Maya turned around trying to spot Gina.

Finding her she gave her a look noticing she was sitting with Josh’s cousins and his brother. Gina mouthed "good luck" giving her a thumbs up.

Tyrique led her outside calling over a taxi. As he led her into it. Playfully smacking Mayas ass making her giggle.

Josh finally made it to the club not bothering to find a parking spot. Parking in front of the entrance he turned his hazards on running inside not caring about the security guard trying to stop him. Going in he spotted his brother, cousins and his wife best friend sitting at a lounge.

"Yo Watchu you doing her-"

"Where she at?" Josh quickly cut his brother off too focused to find his wife.

"How you even know she was here?" Gina asked confused.

"His ass sent a video of my wife dancing with some dude. I’m not gonna ask again where the fuck is she?!" He felt himself getting heated ready to crash out.

They all looked towards Zilla who looked away avoiding eye contact.

"Oh welp Maya left with fine shyt" Gina smiled up at him sipping her drink.

"AND YOU LET HER?" Josh yelled starting to attract others attention.

"Ayy man don’t yell at her" Jon quickly came in defence. Josh looked towards him stepping to him.

"You! Your my fucking brother and you didn’t even try to stop her from leaving. What kind of brother are you? You supposed to be on my side! Zilla was the one who had to text me. Not yo ass"

Jon stood up real quick. He wasn’t about to get bashed on when all of this was his own brothers fault.

"First of all. Don’t question about what kind of brother I am. When yo ass couldn’t even be a good husband." A look of hurt flashed Josh’s eyes, but it quickly got masked with anger.

"Shut yo ass up" he pushed his older twin back as the same security guard from the entrance of the club snatched his ass up real quick, before Jon could even react.

In the taxi Maya was flushed against Tyriques side as she got to know about him a little more. She found out he was 27 which meant she was 7 years older than him.

Which wasn’t too bad to her. She usually went older not younger, but this man carried himself so maturely that she was gonna give him a try.

Arriving they got out as Tryique greeted the security guard of the building. Going into the elevator they both went in as he pressed the floor to his penthouse.

Going to the opposite wall from her, his eyes trailing up and down Mayas body making her smirk looking down.

Once the doors opened up her jaw dropped looking at the penthouse. Maya turned around to compliment his place, but was met with Tyriques lips on hers.

She moaned at the softness of his lips. Crouching down he lifted her up carrying her over to his couch. Laying her down he grabbed the straps of her latex jumpsuit. Pulling them down her arms exposing her breasts.

Eagerly he slipped the rest of the clothing down her legs taking her panties off as well.

Slowly he opened her legs seeing her glistening pussy. Kissing up her thighs his mouth finally met her heated center, French kissing it as Maya gripped his braids throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The tea is hot 😝☕️

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[4milly]

warm my bed — jey u. (1/3)

warnings; stalking, oc is delusional but so is jey, continuous break ups, smut, creampie, sex while sleeping, forced impregnation, oc is toxic, dark themes on OC's part, oral (m) receiving, cheating, p in v,

parings; zariah x jey uso

in my head, even if you tell me its over...i'll pretend you told me im your all.

jey let out a harsh breath. all he wanted to do was go inside and have a quiet night in—a little r&r. all of that went down the fucking drain soon as he laid eyes on someone his heart once held love for.

zariah.

lord forgive him, but was she bat shit crazy. in the last year, zariah turned jey's life into a living hell. the jealously was too much for him; cursing him out for interacting with female fans, stealing his phone, hacking into his socials, blocking people, getting into it with instagram ho's in his comments, she even got into an encounter with sexy red leading to her being escorted out the arena.

no matter how many times jey told her, it was only her—and it was—she didn't believe him. but breaking into his house? that was the last straw. he knew he looked crazy in the eyes, when you picked up a pair of panties from in-between the couch cushions and called him everything but a child of God.

and whole time they were hers.

he knew it was best to just call it quits than continue the cycle. so 2 nights ago, he packed up your things and as calm as he could, sent you on your way. in a perfect world? you went peacefully. but nah. in this world? you smashed his car windows and keyd your name into the side door.

you loved jey. truthfully! could you get a little crazy sometimes? sure. but in zariah's mind, her actions were justified. after all, jey was hers—her soulmate, her destiny. she'd known it from the moment they locked eyes across that crowded club last year. the electricity that crackled between them, the way the world seemed to fade away until it was just the two of them—that was fate. and fate couldn't be denied.

jey's head fell in his hands at the sight of zariah standing in his kitchen cooking...nothing but her apron covering her, "finally! i've been waiting, c'mere baby."

didn't he take her set of keys?

part of jey wanted to scoop her up, take her inside, and forget this whole bullshit. the way her ass curved perfectly, that small butterfly tattoo on her lower back, and the smell of her juices...he wanted to rip that apron right off her. but the rational part of his brain—the part that remembered the broken windows and the scratched-up car—kept him rooted to the spot.

"z, y'know you ain't supposed to be her. y'know that shit."

but zariah wasn't havin' it. she stepped closer, perfume wrapping around him like a familiar blanket, "how was work, baby?"

was her ears clogged or sum? she know her ass heard him. "z, what are doing here?"

confusion and betrayal flashed across zariah's eyes, "baby, i'm home. where else would i be? i cooked your favorite, daddy...and I can't wait to feed everything to you."

fuck, he loved that shit.

jey felt his resolve waverin'. the way she looked at him, all big eyes and pouty lips, had his mind spinnin'. for a hot second, he almost believed her—almost forgot the chaos of the past year, the constant drama, the jealousy that ate away at their relationship like acid.

zariah slid her arms around his waist pulling him to her. he felt her hardened nipples poking at him through the cottoned fabric, "z, when i packed yo shit, that met we done. im tired of this shit witcho ass."

zariah ain't give up that easy though. she pressed her body against his, soft curves meltin' into his hard muscles, "we both know you're lying. why don't i take this apron off? hm? i'm always so ready for you daddy. i'll let you cum anywhere you want."

jey's breath caught in his throat as she nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. his body was betraying him, responding to her touch like it always did.

"nah, z. we can't keep doin' this," he protested weakly, but his hands found their way to her hips anyway, "we do this every other week."

before he could stop her, she was on her knees, lookin' up at him with those big doe eyes. her freshly painted manicured fingers made quick work of his belt and zipper.

"z, hold up—" jey started, but the words died in his throat as she freed him from his boxers.

zariah licked her lips, eyes locked on his as she stroked him. "mm, i missed this dick, baby."

jey's head fell back as she took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around him like she was tryna map every inch. the warm wetness of her mouth enveloped him.

z's lips wrapped around him tight, her tongue working magic as she took him deeper. jey couldn't help the low groan that escaped him, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"fuck, baby," he breathed, hips bucking involuntarily

z hummed around him, the vibrations sending sparks through his body. she pulled off with a pop, lookin' up at him with fire in her eyes. "that's right, daddy. this is my dick. it's all mine." her hand kept stroking him as she spoke, her grip firm and sure making sure to pull on the fat mushroomed tip.

before jey could respond, she took him deep again, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked hard. her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she bobbed her head.

jey's hips started moving on their own, thrusting into the wet heat of her mouth. jey knew he shoulda stopped this, but his body was on autopilot now. she swallowed him down again, taking him to the back of her throat. jey's knees nearly buckled as she worked him over, her head bobbin' up and down while her hand twisted at the base.

her tongue swirled around his tip before she took him back in, moaning around his length. the vibrations had jey seeing stars, "goddamn, girl." he panted feeling his legs shake and his stomach tighten

when his toes began to curl in his shoes, jey powered to find one active brain cell. he began to shake his head, "zariah stop! ah, shit i'm finna—"

she pulled off again, jerking him with her hand as she spoke, "shh. you see how good i make you feel? nobody can make you feel like this. you're all mine."

z's mouth was back on him, suckin' him like her life depended on it. her tongue swirled around the tip before she took him deep again, throat relaxing to take all of him. her free hand snaked around to grab his ass, pulling him deeper.

jey threw his head back on a moan, when she tickled that spot underneath his balls, causing him to erupt into her mouth. his grip on her hair tightened as he kept shooting spurts out. zariah gave him small sucks; ensuring he emptied ever piece of doubt of their relationship into her throat.

the sight of her heavily glossed covered lips suctioned around his dick gave him nothing but guilt. he should've kicked her ass out for this shit. how does someone destroy his car, breaks into his house, and sucks the soul from his dick in less than 72 hours?

zariah smirked up at jey, a string of cum connecting her lips to his softening dick. "that was just the appetizer, baby," she purred, rising to her feet

before jey's post-nut clarity could kick in, zariah was pushing him backwards. he stumbled, legs weak, 'til the back of his knees hit the couch and he fell onto it with her straddling him with a wild look in her eyes.

"i ain't done with you yet, daddy," she giggled, grinding against him. even though he just came, jey felt himself getting hard again.

"z, hold up—" jey started, but she silenced him with a deep kiss, her tongue swirling in his mouth. she tasted like strawberries and his own cum, a combination that had his head spinning

"shh, baby," zariah whispered against his lips. "just let me take care of you."

she reached between them, guiding him to her entrance. jey groaned as she sank down on him, her wet heat comforting him inch by inch. his hands gripped her hips on instinct, fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"fuck, z," he breathed as she started to move, rolling her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm

jey's head was racing and still hazy, caught between the floaty feeling of his orgasm and the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him this was a bad idea. but damn if zariah didn't feel this good, he could've pushed her off.

"you see how good we are together?" zariah whispered, her lips brushing against his ear, "how we're made for each other?"

he could barely speak with her pussy clentching around him like that. zariah picked up the pace, riding jey hard and fast. her hips moved in tight circles, grinding down on him with each stroke. jey's eyes rolled back, overwhelmed by the sensation. his hands roamed her body, gripping her ass and kneading her breast as she bounced on his lap. muscle memory taking over as he cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. zariah threw her head back with a moan, arching into his touch.

"that's right, daddy," she breathed, "touch me. i'm all yours."

she picked up the pace, riding him faster, harder. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by their heavy breathing and occasional moans. jey felt like he was floating. her walls hugged his dick just right. he moved his hips to meet your owns.

he let out a grunt as he felt that familiar clench in his abdomen again, "shit! you take it so good, z. imma nut again. fuck! slow down, z."

zariah threw her head back, crying out in pleasure as her own release neared. you manage to slip your hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, "fuck, baby! yes, just like that!"

the couch creaked beneath them, barely able to withstand their frenzied movements. his hips kept thrusting up to meet her, chasing that sweet release.

she bounced' on his dick like her life depended on it. the sound of skin slapping' filled the room, mixed with their heavy breathing and low moans.

"tell me you're mine," zariah demanded, her voice breathy but firm. "say it, jey. tell me you belong to me. this pussy belongs to you, and you belong to me."

she was chasing her own release, but she was determined to make him cum first. her walls clenched around him, milking' his dick like she was tryna squeeze every last drop outta him. and she was.

he loved how you squeezed his length as loud mewls escaped your throat. your stomach dropped and your hips shuddered as he went deeper.

"i'm yours, mama. i'm all yours, baby. shit! z, i love yo crazy ass." he gasped out

jey's hips bucked up involuntarily, meeting her thrust for thrust. His hands gripped her ass tight, guiding her movements as he felt his second orgasm approaching fast.

a triumphant smile spread across zariah's face as she clamped down onto him with a whimper, flooding him with her orgasm. she slipped her tongue into his mouth and let out a groan as he released every drop of his cum into her without thinking twice.

they stayed like that for a moment. as the fog of pleasure began to clear, reality came crashing down on jey like a bucket of ice water. he blinked, suddenly all too aware of the situation he'd let himself get into. zariah was still on top of him, her body slick with sweat, kissing down his neck, a satisfied smile on her face, and their cum seeping onto his couch.

"fuck," Jey muttered, gently pushing her off him. "z, this…this can't happen again. i'm forreal."

what the fuck had he just done?

he'd let her in again, let her work her magic on him like always. and now here they were, right back where they started. jey groaned, rubbing a hand over his face.

"baby, what's wrong?" zariah murmured, nuzzling into his neck

jey stood up, fumbling to pull his pants back on. his head was spinning, guilt and regret mixing with the lingering pleasure. "nah, z. this? was a mistake. you gotta go, ma."

zariah's expression darkened. "what do you mean, 'a mistake'? you just told me you loved me. you said you were mine."

"I wasn't thinkin' straight. i ain't a fuckin' prize, z." jey ran a hand over his face. "look, i meant what i said before. we're done. forreal this time. ight? getcho stuff, i'll take you anywhere you wanna go."

zariah's face dropped, her sweet demeanor evaporating in an instant, "we belong together, jey! y'know we do. y'think, i'm gonna let all those little insta ho's have you? so easy? no! you're mine. what? you wanna move one of those bitches in?"

"oh my fucking god, mane! y'see? this that shit i'm calm bout, zariah! this jealousy shit! i ain't fuckin' no other bitches, yet yo ass can't see that shit! i'm tired of yo ass, bruh."

jey turned around to gather her stuff. he met what he said; zariah had to get her shit and go. and she had to leave naked? that's fine, too. when he heard a sniffle behind his back, he exasperated. here come this fake ass cryin'.

"i hate you so bad, jey," she sobbed, "i love you so much it hurts. all i want to know is if you still love me. if you're still inlove with me, josh...but, at least get me towel,"

jey sighed, shoulders slumping as he turned back to face zariah. his words caught in his throat as his eyes landed on her splayed out on the couch, legs spread wide.

their mixed cum was seeping out of her swollen pussy, glistening in the low light. it dripped down onto the expensive leather, creating a messy puddle. she ran a hand down her body, fingertips trailing over her breast, down her stomach, until they reached her slick folds.

"look what you did to me, daddy," she whined out, still sniffling her tears away. she dipped two fingers inside herself, coating them in their combined fluids before bringing them to her lips. her tongue darted out, licking them clean as she maintained eye contact with jey.

zariah knew exactly what buttons to push, how to play him like a finely-tuned instrument—

"i promise, i'll stop being bad." she pouted, sucking her fingers coated with her slick into her mouth

how many times has he heard that shit before?

—she always had.

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to be added for future writings, comment! don’t forget to like and reblog 🩷

this will be 3 (maybe 4) part fic, so warnings will update as we go. this fic will have some dark themes, as i’ve been inspired by @shes2real to embrace a few of them tbh😩🙏.

and in honor of my birthday being on the 15th (this wednesday) here is a treat!

xoxo, cleo.

[lunaswicked]

Coated

Paring: Jimmy Uso x Fem!reader

Summary: After reuniting with childhood friends, you find yourself caught in a charged moment with Jimmy, filled with lust, tension, and unspoken desires. 

Word Count: 4.8k

Tags: SMUT! Language, body fluids, p in v, oral (male receiving), 18+

Your fist slammed against the heavy door, and even from the hallway, you could feel the vibrations of the bass thumping through the walls. The muffled sound of hip-hop spilled into the corridor, mingling with the faint scent of cologne, alcohol, and something that definitely wasn’t Febreze. It was a WWE after-party, loud and unapologetic, exactly what you expected.  

The door swung open with a sudden creak, revealing Jey Uso. He looked exactly the same—laid-back energy, signature chain glinting in the dim light, and a grin that could charm anyone. “What’s good, sis? Ain’t seen you in a long-ass time!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a warm, slightly tipsy hug before you could say anything.  

“Yeah, I just moved back,” you replied with a soft laugh, trying to match his energy. “Heard about the party, so I figured I’d come check it out.”  

Jey stepped aside, motioning you in with a casual sweep of his arm. “Man, you already know how we do it! C’mon in.”  

You stepped over the threshold and into the chaos. The room was packed—music blasting, people dancing, bottles popping. The air was electric, full of energy and nostalgia that hit you like a tidal wave. But then reality smacked you a little harder.  

Your feet slowed as your eyes locked onto him.  

Jimmy Uso. Your other childhood best friend.  

Two years. It had been two whole years since you’d seen the twins. Two years since you left WWE to chase down your business dreams. And yet, seeing him again now, it was like no time had passed at all—except he looked… different. Grown. Polished. Dangerous in a way that made your heart do this weird, traitorous flip.  

He was across the room, standing with one hand in his pocket, the other clutching a half-full glass of Don Julio. Dressed in all black with crisp white Air Forces and his braids pulled back perfectly, he looked effortless. Effortlessly fine. His dark eyes scanned the room and landed on you, and you swore his smile could’ve lit up the whole damn place.  

“Yo, is that—” Jimmy’s voice cut through the music as he started weaving his way through the crowd toward you.  

You felt your pulse quicken, but you kept your face calm, playing it cool. Or at least, trying to.  

“Yeah, it’s her,” Jey confirmed, smirking like he already knew this reunion was about to get interesting. “She’s back.”  

Jimmy reached you in just a few steps, his presence bigger than life. He stopped right in front of you, his gaze sweeping over you like he was trying to memorize every detail.  

“You really came back,” he said, his voice lower than you remembered, but still carrying that same familiar edge.  

“Yeah, I did,” you replied, forcing a casual smile even though your insides were doing cartwheels. “Missed the city. Missed my people.”  

His lips curled into a slow grin. “Missed us, huh?”  

Jey barked out a laugh, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Man, don’t let her fool you, Jimmy. She missed me more.”  

“Boy, bye,” you said, shoving him off playfully, though your eyes couldn’t help but drift back to Jimmy. His gaze hadn’t left you, and the way he was looking at you—it was different.  

“Two years is a long time,” Jimmy said, taking a sip of his drink and holding your gaze over the rim of the glass. “You gotta catch me up on everything. You still running that business you left us for?”  

“Still running it. Still killing it,” you said with a small shrug, trying to sound nonchalant even though the tension between you two was practically suffocating.  

“That’s what I like to hear,” Jimmy said, stepping just a little closer. “But you know, two years… that’s a long time to go without hitting your boys up.”  

The guilt hit you for a second, but you quickly shook it off. “Y’all could’ve called me too, you know,” you teased, crossing your arms.  

Jimmy tilted his head, his grin widening. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”  

“Don’t let him start his rizz-talking bullshit,” Jey cut in, grabbing a drink from a passing tray. “Come on, we gotta make up for lost time. Drinks on me, turn up!”  

But as the three of you started heading deeper into the party, you couldn’t ignore the way Jimmy stayed just a little too close, his arm brushing yours every time you moved. And the way his eyes lingered, like he was trying to figure out everything you hadn’t said yet.  

This party was about to be a lot more interesting than you’d planned.

The music pulsed around you, the bass reverberating through your chest as the night carried on. The crowd had thinned out some, but the party was still alive. While Jey had disappeared into the shadows with a girl he’d picked up for the night, you and Jimmy had posted up at a small corner of the bar, a bottle of Don Julio and a growing stack of lime wedges between you.  

Shot after shot blurred the edges of reality, making everything sharper and fuzzier at the same time. The warmth of the tequila spread through your veins, loosening your inhibitions, making laughter flow freely between the two of you.  

Jimmy poured another shot for you, his eyes glinting under the soft, flickering light. “Damn, you really tryna keep up with me tonight, huh?” he teased, sliding the glass toward you.  

You smirked, picking it up without hesitation. “Keep up? Boy, I’m running laps around you,” you shot back before tossing it back like a pro. The burn hit you hard this time, and you winced, shaking your head as the alcohol made its way down.  

Jimmy laughed, his grin wide and boyish, and for a second, you were struck by how much he still felt like the kid you grew up with—until his gaze lingered just a little too long, and you realized he wasn’t a kid anymore.  

“So,” he started, leaning back against the bar, his body turned slightly toward you. His voice was lower now, more serious. “You still datin’ Melo?”  

The question caught you off guard, and you froze mid-sip of your drink. Slowly, you set the glass down, the buzz of the alcohol making it harder to keep your emotions from spilling over.  

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “Broke up last year.”  

Jimmy’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and he tilted his head as if he hadn’t expected that answer. “For real?”  

“For real,” you repeated, your voice tinged with a mix of frustration and bitterness you didn’t expect to surface. The tequila was definitely working. “He wasn’t what I thought he was. Let’s just leave it at that.”  

Jimmy didn’t say anything for a moment, but his gaze softened as he leaned closer, elbows resting on the bar. “You good, though?”  

The question made something in your chest tighten. It wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said it, like he actually cared, like he wasn’t just asking for the sake of conversation.  

“I’m fine,” you replied, shrugging like it was nothing, but your voice betrayed you, a little quieter than before. “Breakups happen. It is what it is.”  

Jimmy didn’t buy it. He gave you that look—the one he used to give you when you’d try to lie your way out of trouble as kids. “You don’t gotta act tough with me, you know,” he said, his tone softer now.  

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips despite yourself. “I’m not acting tough,” you said, nudging his arm playfully. “I am tough. Always have been.”  

“That you are,” he admitted, his grin returning. But then his expression shifted, more serious again. “Still, Melo’s a bitch for letting you go. Just sayin’.”  

Your stomach flipped at his words, the tequila amplifying every little thing. You laughed it off, but your cheeks burned, and you knew it wasn’t just from the alcohol. “You don’t have to say that,” you muttered, looking down at your glass.  

“I’m not saying it to make you feel better,” he said simply, his voice steady. “I’m saying it ‘cause it’s true.”  

The air between you felt heavier now, charged with something unspoken. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and the way he was looking at you—it made your heart race.  

“You’ve always deserved better,” he said after a moment, his voice low and sincere.  

The tequila had officially destroyed whatever filter you had left. “Maybe,” you said, your voice quieter now, almost shy. “But what does ‘better’ even look like?”  

Jimmy leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours now. You could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint mix of cologne and tequila. His eyes searched yours, and for a second, it felt like the rest of the room had disappeared.  

“Better looks like someone who sees you for who you are,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Someone who doesn’t take you for granted. Someone who knows what they’ve got.”  

Your breath caught in your throat. “You make it sound so simple.”  

“Maybe it is,” he said, his lips quirking into a small, lopsided smile. “Or maybe you’ve just been looking in all the wrong places.”  

The tension was almost unbearable now, thick and heady like the tequila coursing through your veins. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or the years of history between you, but suddenly, the space between you felt impossibly small, and closing it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.  

The room seemed to blur around you, the music fading into a distant hum as he stepped closer. His presence was overwhelming, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the lingering tequila on his breath. Your pulse quickened, and your palms felt clammy as his warm breath fanned your ear.  

“You need a man that’s gon’ coat that pretty face of yours,” Jimmy murmured, his voice low and rough, dripping with intent. His words wrapped around you like a vice, making your knees threaten to give out beneath your shorts.  

A sharp intake of breath escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you clenched your fists at your sides, trying to steady yourself. Your head tilted slightly, your ear almost grazing his lips as your heart raced.  

“Jimmy…” you whispered, but it was barely audible, your voice trembling as much as your resolve.  

His gaze drifted downwards, deliberate and unhurried, lingering on the curve of your chest where your crop-fitted shirt hugged you snugly. The top of your breasts peeked out just enough to make his jaw tighten slightly, and you could see it—the way his control faltered for a split second.  

“Someone who gon’ have you shakin’,” he added, his voice a little deeper now, a little more dangerous. His words felt like a promise, one that left no room for misinterpretation.  

Heat flushed through your body, your breathing uneven as you tried to find the right response—any response—but your mind was blank. The weight of his words, the intensity of his stare, and the proximity of his body were all too much.  

You swallowed hard, shifting on your feet, but that only made his smirk grow wider. He noticed everything—the way your chest rose and fell just a bit quicker, the way your lips parted slightly as if searching for air, and the way you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him.  

“You always talk like this?” you finally managed to say, your voice shaky but laced with a hint of defiance. “Or is it the tequila talking?”  

Jimmy chuckled, low and deep, the sound rumbling through your body. “Nah, baby,” he said, tilting his head just enough to catch your gaze fully. “Tequila might make me bold, but this? This all me.”  

Your eyes narrowed slightly, though the effect was ruined by the blush creeping up your neck. “Cocky much?”  

His grin only widened. “Confident,” he corrected, leaning in even closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body. “There’s a difference.”  

You scoffed, trying to regain some semblance of control. “And what makes you so sure I need someone?”  

Jimmy’s expression softened slightly, but there was still that playful glint in his eye. “’Cause I see it,” he said simply, his voice losing some of its teasing edge. “You’ve been carrying it all on your own for too long. You don’t let people in. You put on this tough front, but I know you, remember?”  

His words hit deeper than you expected, and for a moment, you felt exposed in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You tried to laugh it off, to deflect. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about me a lot, huh?”  

“Maybe I have,” he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. His gaze didn’t waver, and there was something in his eyes that made it impossible to look away. “And maybe I’m tired of pretending I haven’t.”  

The air between you was electric now, charged with something neither of you dared to name. His fingers brushed against yours for just a moment, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt straight through you.  

Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke again. “Jimmy…”  

But he just smiled, that infuriating, confident smile. “I know,” he said softly, his tone almost teasing but laced with something deeper. “You don’t have to say it. Not yet.”  

And just like that, he pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. It was as if he was giving you space to breathe, to think—but the tension between you remained, thick and undeniable. 

Your heart hammered in your chest, the tension in the air almost suffocating. Without thinking, you quickly turned away, avoiding the heat of his gaze. The rush of emotions—nerves, confusion, and something you weren’t ready to name—propelled you forward, weaving through the crowded room.

“Where you goin’?” Jimmy’s voice called after you, low and teasing, laced with that maddening confidence. You ignored him, refusing to turn back.

The bass of the music thudded against your ears, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of your own breathing as you made a beeline for the bathroom. The hallway felt longer than it should’ve, every step dragging as you tried to calm the storm inside you.

Once inside the bathroom, you locked the door behind you, leaning against it as you exhaled shakily. The quiet hum of the fluorescent light above was a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just escaped. You closed your eyes, willing your heart to slow down, but his words echoed in your mind like a broken record.

"You need a man that’s gon’ coat that pretty face of yours… someone who gon’ have you shakin’."

A shiver ran down your spine, and you shook your head as if to physically dispel the thought. “What the hell are you doing?” you muttered to yourself, gripping the edges of the sink for support.

You caught your reflection in the mirror, your cheeks flushed—not just from the alcohol but from the intensity of that moment. Your lips parted slightly as you tried to catch your breath, the weight of his stare still lingering on your skin.

The door creaked open, and your breath hitched as Jimmy stepped inside, his broad frame blocking the doorway. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, his dark eyes locked onto yours.  

“Jimmy, I—” you began, but your words faltered as he closed the space between you in two strides, silencing you with a kiss.  

“Shh,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and velvety, the command sending shivers down your spine. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing softly against your flushed cheeks as the kiss deepened.  

You gave in, melting into the warmth of him, your fingers instinctively clutching at his shirt. The taste of tequila lingered on his lips, intoxicating and familiar. Your mind raced with a thousand protests, but your body betrayed you, pressing closer, wanting more.  

His hands drifted down, strong and deliberate, until they gripped your ass firmly through your shorts. The sudden pressure made you gasp, breaking the kiss as you struggled to catch your breath.  

“Jim—” you started again, your voice shaky and uncertain.  

“What?” he drawled, his lips curling into a teasing smirk as he stared down at you. His eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with a heat that made your knees feel like jelly. “Jimmy what?”  

You couldn’t find the words. Every coherent thought dissolved under the weight of his touch, his presence.  

“Please,” you finally whimpered, the plea escaping before you could stop it.  

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling against your chest as his fingers worked their way to the waistband of your shorts. “Please what?” he taunted, his voice dripping with smug confidence as he began to unbuckle them slowly, deliberately.  

Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “I… I don’t know,” you stammered, your breath hitching as his knuckles brushed against your bare skin.  

“You don’t know?” he murmured, leaning in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You sure about that? ‘Cause your body’s tellin’ me somethin’ different.”  

Your grip on his shirt tightened, your resolve crumbling with every second. “This is crazy,” you whispered, half to yourself, half to him.  

“Yeah, it is,” he admitted, his voice low and husky. “But you feel it too, don’t you?”  

You looked up at him, your eyes searching his for some kind of answer, but all you found was the same fire that burned in your chest. And before you could second-guess yourself, your hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss, this one hungrier, more desperate.  

His hand moved deliberately to the hem of your shorts, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a jolt through your body. With a swift tug, he pulled them down, and you stepped out of them without hesitation, the vulnerability of the moment mixing with the electric pull between you two.

Jimmy’s eyes burned into yours, dark and filled with a hunger that made you shiver. “You so damn beautiful,” he muttered, his voice almost reverent as his gaze drifted down your body.

He crouched slightly, his fingers hooking into the sides of your panties, dragging them down at an agonizingly slow pace. The cool air hit your bare skin, and your breath caught, heat flooding your face.

“Jimmy…” you whispered, your voice trembling, half a protest and half a plea, but he silenced you with a look—one that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

His hands slid back up your thighs, warm and firm, before parting your pussy gently with his fingers. The sensation was immediate, overwhelming, and you instinctively gripped the edge of the counter for support.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his tone low and almost teasing, his thumb brushing against you with maddening precision.

“I—” Your words dissolved into a sharp inhale as his fingers explored with an unhurried confidence that left you breathless.

“Tell me what you want,” he urged softly, his lips hovering just over yours, his breath warm against your skin.

You bit your lip, your head spinning from the intoxicating mix of tequila and his touch. “I don’t know,” you admitted, though your body told a different story, leaning into his every movement.

His fingers pressed deeper, drawing a soft gasp from you. “You sure about that?” he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Because I think you know exactly what you want.”

His middle finger slid into you slowly, deliberately, sending a wave of pleasure rippling through your body. Your head tipped back against the cool bathroom mirror, a soft gasp escaping your lips. The deliberate pace, the way his finger stroked you with expert precision, had your knees trembling where they rested against his hips.

“Fuck… Jimmy,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as you clung to the counter for support.

His eyes locked onto your face, watching every flicker of your reaction. “Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, his tone low and dripping with confidence. His free hand gripped your waist, steadying you as he pressed his thumb against your wet clit, moving in slow, deliberate circles.

Your breath hitched as you tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your throat, but Jimmy wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips grazing the corner of your jaw as he whispered, “Don’t hold back now, baby. Let me hear you.”

His words sent a fresh rush of heat through your body, and you couldn’t stop the soft cry that escaped your lips as his finger curved inside you, finding a spot that made your legs tighten around him instinctively.

“Shit,” you gasped, your hands reaching for his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as the intensity grew. “Jimmy, I—”

“You feel so good,” he interrupted, his voice rough with desire as he kissed the side of your neck, his beard lightly scratching your skin. “Trynna see how that pussy feel too.”

Your hands slid up to his braids, pulling lightly as the pressure inside you built. “Please,” you whimpered again, your voice breaking as his movements quickened, his thumb pressing harder against you, coaxing you closer to the edge.

“Please what?” he teased, his lips trailing down to your collarbone as his finger continued its torturously slow rhythm. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“I—” Your breath hitched, and your grip on him tightened. “I need you,” you finally managed, your voice trembling as your body betrayed every thought you tried to suppress.

“That's all I needed to hear, baby,” he said with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with anticipation.  

Jimmy straightened up, pulling you with him, before turning you to face the mirror. Your torso leaned over the counter, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body. His hands roamed over your waist and hips, gripping you firmly as if he was savoring the moment.  

He positioned himself behind you, and the moment he entered you, a deep, guttural moan escaped both your lips. His movements were slow, deliberate, and torturous, every stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.  

You gripped the edges of the counter, your knuckles turning white as you tried to steady yourself against the overwhelming sensation. “Fuck, Jimmy,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper.  

His hand moved to the back of your neck, trailing up until his fingers tangled in your hair. Gently but firmly, he tilted your head upward, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. “Look at me while I take this pretty pussy,” he moaned, his tone both commanding and desperate, his breath hot against your ear.  

Your eyes locked with his reflection, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine. The way his lips parted, the sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, the pure hunger in his expression—it was almost too much to take.  

“God, you’re so sexy,” he murmured, his voice softening for a moment before he picked up his pace, each thrust making the counter shake slightly beneath you. “You feel how perfect you are around me?”  

Your legs trembled beneath you, and you could barely hold yourself up as he continued. His hand slid from your hair down to your throat, resting there lightly—not to restrain, but to anchor you to him. The added pressure sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through your body, and you couldn’t stop the string of soft moans that spilled from your lips.  

“Say it,” he urged, his eyes boring into yours through the mirror. “Say you’re mine.”  

“Jimmy, I—” Your words faltered as another deep thrust left you gasping, your fingers clawing at the counter.  

“Say it,” he demanded, his grip tightening just enough to make you shudder.  

“I’m yours,” you finally choked out, your voice cracking with the rawness of the confession.  

His grin widened, satisfied, as he leaned down, his lips brushing against the back of your neck. “Damn right you are,” he growled, his pace quickening, driving you closer to the edge with every movement. 

A sharp knock on the door echoed over the thumping bass of the music, snapping you out of your haze, though it didn’t stop Jimmy. If anything, the interruption seemed to fuel him, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he slowed his pace deliberately, driving deeper, making your breath hitch.  

Your heart hammered in your chest, the tension of the moment amplified by both the fear of getting caught and the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you. “W-Who is it?” you stammered, trying to keep your voice steady, though your knees were trembling.  

“It’s Jey,” came the familiar voice from the other side. “You good in there?!”  

Jimmy’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes locking with yours in the mirror as he kicked your legs apart even more, pulling you back against him. The intensity of his slow, deliberate movements left you breathless, your body quivering against the counter.  

“I—yes, I’m okay!” you managed to call out, your voice a little too high-pitched to sound convincing.  

“Aight!” Jey responded, his voice muffled through the door. “When you get out, imma need yo help finding Jimmy.”  

Your eyes widened, panic flashing across your face, but Jimmy’s smirk deepened as he began to thrust faster, each movement making it harder for you to hold back the moan bubbling in your throat.  

You bit your lip, desperate to stay quiet, but when his hand slipped around to press against your most sensitive spot, a soft, breathless “Yes… yes…” escaped your lips.  

“Shhh,” Jimmy teased, his voice a low rumble as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. “You don’t want him coming back, do you?”  

But it was already too late. Jey’s voice came again, this time fading as he walked off. “Aight,” he called casually. “Don’t take too long shawty!”  

The second the sound of his footsteps disappeared, the tension inside you snapped. Jimmy took full advantage, his pace unrelenting as you buried your face in your arm to muffle the cry of pleasure that tore from your lips.  

“Look at me,” Jimmy ordered, his voice firm but thick with desire. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head back up to meet his gaze in the mirror. “You’re not hiding from me, baby. I wanna see that face when you fall apart for me.”  

Your eyes met his, and the intensity of his stare—dark, commanding, and completely unashamed—sent you spiraling. Your body arched against his as you finally gave in, every nerve alight, every muscle trembling under his control.  

Your body shuddered violently as the waves of your release crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling against the counter. “Jimmy…” you whimpered, your voice barely audible over the muffled bass of the music outside.  

But Jimmy wasn’t done. He pulled out, his grip firm as he turned you around to face him, guiding you down to your knees. His eyes burned with an intensity that made your stomach flip, his breaths coming fast and shallow as he stroked his dick in front of you.  

“Open up, baby,” he commanded, his voice low and raspy, sending a shiver down your spine. Without hesitation, you obeyed, parting your lips as he slid into your warm mouth.  

He started slow, his hand tangled in your hair as he guided your movements. The taste of him mixed with the salty tang of sweat, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he pushed deeper, his groans echoing above you.  

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, his hips starting to move faster, thrusting into your mouth with a desperate rhythm. Your eyes watered as you tried to take all of him, the sensation overwhelming yet intoxicating.  

“Yeah, just like that,” he growled, his head tilting back as a low, guttural moan escaped his lips. His grip on your hair tightened, and you knew he was close.  

A moment later, he pulled out, stroking himself quickly as he aimed for your face. “Keep those pretty eyes on me,” he ordered, and you looked up at him, your cheeks flushed, your lips slightly parted.  

With a deep groan, he came hard, his release coating your face as you knelt before him. The heat of it, the raw intimacy of the moment, left you breathless and dazed.  

Jimmy leaned down, his thumb swiping gently across your cheek as he smirked. “Damn, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re somethin’ else.”  

You couldn’t find the words to respond, your heart still racing, your body buzzing with adrenaline and desire. He helped you to your feet, his hands lingering on your waist as he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.  

“Better clean up,” he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced toward the door. “Wouldn’t want anyone asking questions.”

[usoinked]

Hii! I love your last jey fic with him being possessive! Could you pls do one where he & the reader get into a fight over her being insecure with his story line with Rhea so he keeps her in their hotel for a whole weekend to show her who he truly wants. Maybe some toxic comments like "you think she gets this dick ma? Nah only you"

Love your writing!! Hope this makes sense haha <3

Omggg thank you so much and ofc!! Y’all know I love writing about Jey 🫶🏽🌚

CW: Toxicity, Arguing, Begging, Praising 18+ MDNI, SMUT, cursing, use of n word, unprotected p in v, creampie

Word Count: 5.4k+

You and Jey Uso were in a 2 year relationship, going on 3 years and for the most part everything was fine….was. There were always the usual bumps—scheduling conflicts, long road trips, and the occasional argument—but you had always managed to work through them. The love between you both was solid, built on mutual respect and understanding. That was, until the recent storyline with Rhea Ripley started to change everything.

At first, you could brush it off. You knew that wrestling was just that—wrestling. A scripted, fictionalized world where interactions were meant to stir emotions and get fans invested in the show. You were okay with that. You understood the boundaries and had even joked about how you’d have to share Jey with his fans and his colleagues. But something felt different this time. Rhea wasn’t just a colleague—there was something in the way she interacted with Jey that rubbed you the wrong way. It wasn’t just friendly banter; it was flirtation, and you couldn’t ignore it.

It started small—a teasing smile, a lighthearted comment during interviews, or the occasional touch on his arm after a segment. You told yourself it was just for the cameras. But the more you watched, the more it became clear that there was more to it than that. Every time Jey was near Rhea, he would act differently—more animated, more playful, more engaged. The two of them seemed to have a connection that went beyond the usual working relationship, and it left you feeling…uneasy.

Weeks passed, and the playful flirtation continued. Rhea would smile at him in a way that made you feel like you weren’t even in the room. The way her eyes lingered on him, the way her hand would rest on his shoulder a little too long, the way she laughed at his jokes—it wasn’t normal. It felt personal, and you started to feel like you were on the outside looking in. The jealousy was subtle at first, but as time went on, it began to eat at you more and more. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more between them, something you weren’t being told.

You were currently at the apartment you both shared when you saw a segment on your screen involving Jey and Rhea Ripley…again….she was cool at first until Jey and her started flirting back and forth. You knew that this was his job, but that still didn’t make you any less jealous…insecure even. The way she smiled at him when he made the motion to call him, the way she looked him up and down while smiling at him because of his appearance alone, and especially them being that close….it was enough to make you want to turn your tv off. You wanted to watch your man wrestle and look good but not while he was flirting with another female. Fuck no. Not only was it pissing you off, but Jey wasn’t answering his phone after the show ended. Granted you did give him a 30 minute grace period in case he had any dark matches or needed to pack up anything extra…but then it became 45….then an hour…then two hours. You might’ve been born at night but not last night.

Jey had always made an effort to check in after the show, even if it was late. He’d send you a text, make sure you were okay, let you know that he was thinking of you. But recently, that was happening less and less. He’d be busy after the shows—either with the crew or on his phone—and by the time you tried to reach him, his phone was either off or set to “Do Not Disturb.” You tried not to overthink it, but the frustration was building. And the anger was showing.

You sent him a long grueling text message full of swearing making sure he knew how pissed off you were. As much as you were pissed, you were also hurt. Ever since he’d started that storyline with Rhea, it began to seem like the same game over and over again. They would both flirt with each other on camera and then Jey’s plans of calling you after the show seemed to never have existed to begin with. Your face got hotter and hotter every time you thought about it and soon enough, came the tears. Your eyes began to water and slightly sting as the tears fell down your face. You made your way to the bathroom, the cool tiles under your feet offering little comfort as you moved. You grabbed your blue washcloth and ran warm water over it, squeezing out the excess before pressing it gently to your face. The warmth helped to soothe the sting in your eyes, but it didn’t take away the emotions swirling inside of you. You needed to feel something else, anything else. “Stupid ass nigga bruh” you sighed out after taking the rag off your face gently and putting your pink shower cap on, stuffing your braids underneath it.

Turning the water on for the shower, you let the steam fill the room. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was oddly calming, a gentle rhythm that drowned out everything else. You undressed slowly, as if peeling away the layers of frustration and hurt with each item of clothing that hit the floor. Stepping into the shower, the hot water cascaded down over your body, washing away the lingering tension in your muscles but not the ache in your heart.

As you stood there under the spray, you let the water pour over your face, the heat sinking into your skin. It felt like the shower was a way to cleanse not just your body but your mind. The emotions of the night—the jealousy, the anger, the hurt—flooded out of you, but they didn’t leave. They just sat there, heavy, under the surface, simmering quietly. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts of Jey and Rhea out of your head, even for just a moment.

The sound of the water became a small comfort, but it couldn’t block the pain that lingered behind it. Your mind kept drifting back to him, to the moments when you’d felt ignored, pushed aside. Why didn’t he understand? Why didn’t he see how this was affecting you? You didn’t want to keep playing this game, but it felt like he wasn’t even trying to meet you halfway.

You finished your shower with a deep sigh, letting the water wash the worst of your frustration away. But the truth still stung—no matter how many times you scrubbed away the tears or the pain, it was still there. And that feeling, the one that came when you felt like you were losing something you cared about, lingered as you stepped out and wrapped yourself in a towel. It wasn’t just about Rhea or the flirtations—it was about the space that had been growing between you and Jey for what seemed like weeks now.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted. And it hurt more than you wanted to admit.

The next morning hit you like a brick. You woke up to an empty bed and as you ran your hands onto the smooth cotton sheets, they found an empty space next to you. Sometimes you’d wake up and Jey would be there because he’d arrive early and surprise you but not this time. In times like this, you gave yourself therapy which was doing an entire skin care routine. You needed your mind off Jey especially since your phone notifications were just as empty as the space next to you.

As you got out of bed, the soft stretch of your limbs was accompanied by the satisfying sound of your muscles cracking, easing the tension from the long night. You rubbed your eyes, still groggy, and slowly made your way to the bathroom. With a quiet click, you flipped the light switch on, filling the room with a warm, comforting glow. You grabbed your blue washcloth, running warm water over it before wringing out the excess and gently pressing it to your face. The warmth felt soothing against your skin, helping to wake you up as you sighed deeply, mentally preparing for the day ahead.

You started your morning skincare routine, reaching for your cleanser first. The gentle formula lathered as you massaged it into your skin, focusing on any areas where you felt the remnants of makeup or the wear of sleep still lingering. After rinsing it off, you followed up with a toner, its refreshing scent and cooling effect instantly tightening your pores and balancing your skin’s pH. You swiped it across your face with a cotton pad, feeling the freshness settle in.

Next, you reached for your serum. A few drops went onto your fingertips, and you pressed it into your skin, allowing it to absorb deeply. The light texture and the nourishing ingredients felt like a treat, giving your skin that healthy, radiant glow you always craved. You followed up with a delicate application of eye cream, tapping it gently around the sensitive skin beneath your eyes, trying to reduce the slight puffiness and dark circles from the late-night argument.

After a few moments, you smoothed on your moisturizer, letting the rich cream hydrate your skin and lock in the previous layers. It felt thick enough to give your face a protective barrier but light enough to absorb quickly, leaving your skin plump and soft. Then you finished with a few drops of face oil, massaging it into your skin to lock in moisture and give you that dewy, healthy glow that lasted throughout the day. Finally, you topped it off with broad-spectrum SPF 30 sunscreen, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin, knowing how important it was to protect yourself from the sun’s harsh rays.

Before you finished up, you reached for your toothbrush. You carefully brushed your teeth, the minty freshness of the paste helping to awaken you even more as you scrubbed away the remnants of sleep. After rinsing, you took a moment to check your reflection, satisfied with the glowing, refreshed version of yourself staring back at you.

Around 2:30 in the afternoon, you were sitting at the kitchen table, finishing up a fresh Caesar salad you had thrown together. The quiet hum of the apartment was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open, followed by Jey’s heavy footsteps. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him; his presence was felt before he even reached the doorway. His bag was slung over his shoulder, and his furrowed brows and tense posture told you everything you needed to know—he was upset.

“What the hell is yo problem Y/N? You texting my phone and shit buggin’ out!

“Whatchu mean buggin’ out? You literally on camera flirting with another woman!”

“That’s my job! You knew that when we got together!”

“I ain’t know another bitch was gonna be all over you and then your ass wasn’t gonna be answering the phone! Joshua yo notifications were silent, you didn’t call me, and yo shit was on do not disturb bruh! Y’all have been flirting on the show for weeks! What? You had her in your hotel room too huh?!”

“It my fuckin’ job Y/N! Me and Rhea are friends outside of the ring and in the ring, but this is just a storyline! The most we’ve done is hug on camera! As far as me not answering my phone, my ass was tired! Tired as fuck and you on my ass for that cuz you think somethin’ going on! Hotel?! You think she was at my hotel f’real?! Ight, I tell you what. Come wit me on the road and see who I got in the hotel room.” He said stepping towards you. “Cause you ain’t gon find shit!”

“I don’t know she might be! Y’all might as well be fucking each other with the way y’all look at each other! Everybody on the net see that shit! You got a whole girlfriend at home Joshua!” You said taking a step towards him where the tension between you both grew even worse.

“That’s yo problem! Yo ass stay on the net Y/N, that don’t got nothin’ to do with me! With us!”

“You want me to come with you on the road? Bet!” You said before dissolving the tension completely due to storming to your shared bedroom and grabbing a few clothes from your closet starting to sort them on your bed. “You not finna have me looking fucking crazy nigga” you mumbled before grabbing your pink suitcase and beginning to throw your clothes inside of it. You were fuming, the argument didn’t make it any better and Jey not even attempting to understand where you were coming from made you even more pissed than you already were.

The drive to Smackdown was a long and quiet one. The silence between you and Jey stretched on, thick and heavy, like an unspoken wall you both couldn’t seem to break. Seven hours on the road with the person who had left you feeling so alone, was torture in its own right. The miles seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing minute feeling like a reminder of everything that had gone unsaid between you two. The hum of the tires on the highway was the only sound, broken only by the occasional change of gears and the low growl of Jey’s engine. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white, and his jaw remained clenched, as if holding in a thousand words that neither of you had the energy to speak.

Every time you looked over at him, there was that flash of gold from his fang teeth when he briefly parted his lips. His dark eyes remained locked on the road ahead, never meeting yours, and you wondered if he even realized how much it hurt that he hadn’t tried to reach out in any meaningful way. There was something about the way he held himself—so guarded, so distant—that only made the frustration and anger you’d been feeling more tangible.

The hours passed with nothing but the occasional hum of the radio and the drone of the road. The tension between you two seemed to increase with every mile, a pressure that built up with every unsaid word. Even though you were sitting next to each other, it felt as though you were on entirely different planets. You tried to push the swirling thoughts in your head away, but they kept coming back—thoughts of Rhea, of Jey’s evasiveness, of your own growing doubts. You couldn’t ignore it any longer.

When the GPS signaled that you were nearing your destination, Jey took the exit for the Marriott. The hotel looked standard—modern, with sleek lines and a minimalist design that spoke of business rather than comfort. The large glass windows caught the last few rays of sunlight, making the building look polished and professional. As Jey parked the car and cut the engine, you both got out in silence. The stillness in the air was deafening as you walked towards the entrance. Neither of you made eye contact, and the shared understanding that this trip—like everything else between you two at the moment—was shrouded in unresolved tension, hung in the air like a thick fog. As Jey got his bangs and your suitcase out of the car and handed the key off to valet, you took some time to examine the lobby. Securing your Pink Christian Dior bag on your shoulder, you made your way inside.

The lobby was bright and clean, with polished floors and neutral-colored decor that didn’t seem to offer much warmth. The hum of the air conditioning and soft murmur of other guests checking in was the only sound in the space. The reception desk was manned by a young woman with a friendly smile, her eyes lighting up when she saw Jey. Despite the tension you felt, a knot twisted in your stomach at the way she greeted him, too eager, too familiar. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than just politeness.

Jey didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he just didn’t care. His demeanor was casual as he approached the counter, flashing the woman a quick smile before grabbing the room key. You stood off to the side, feeling the bitterness rising again. You knew it was irrational—he was friendly with people, that was just part of his job. But something about the way the woman looked at him felt too personal, too much like an insider joke, something you weren’t part of.

You followed him through the lobby, your steps slow as you tried to ignore the discomfort building inside you. The elevator ride was equally silent, the small space between you and Jey seemingly amplifying the emotional distance. He didn’t look at you once as he pressed the button for the floor, the ding of the elevator breaking the quiet as it moved upward.

When the doors opened, you both stepped out into the hallway, and Jey led the way to your room. The keycard swiped easily into the door, and it clicked open. You entered the room, and the soft, neutral tones of the decor did little to soothe your frazzled nerves. The king-sized bed was made neatly, the sheets crisply white, and the space felt sterile. There was a desk by the window and a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The curtains were drawn, casting a soft shadow over the room, but even the quiet comfort of the space couldn’t ease the tension that followed you inside.

Jey set his bag down on the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, but there was still no attempt to break the silence. You stood by the door, your body tense, wondering if you should say something or just let the silence settle. But the words didn’t come. There was too much to say, too much that had been left unsaid for far too long.

Instead, you took a deep breath and walked over to the bathroom, needing a moment to collect yourself. The hotel room, with its impersonal design and sterile comfort, seemed to reflect the state of your relationship with Jey—something that was once warm, but now felt cold. The mirror in the bathroom caught your reflection, and you sighed. You didn’t even recognize the woman staring back at you. She looked tired—worn out from the constant emotional back-and-forth.

You ran your hands through your braids, staring at your reflection. What am I doing? You thought as you sat your bag down, but the answer was unclear. On one hand you thought that maybe you were reading into things too much because Jey had never actually cheated on you throughout your relationship or given you a reason to believe he was going anywhere. But on the other hand, the amount of insecurity and jealousy you had seemed to be taking over you all because you thought your man was entertaining other women…especially Rhea.

The sound of Jey moving around in the other room broke the silence again, but it didn’t bring any comfort. To find some form of therapy, you grabbed your bonnet out of your bag and put it on, stuffing all of your braids underneath the silk fabric before turning the shower on, hoping the sound of the water would give you a moment of peace, a moment to think. But you knew it wouldn’t. You wanted things to feel right again, but it was starting to feel like you were living in a version of reality that didn’t belong to you anymore.

As you undressed and stepped into the shower, the water rushed over you, but it couldn’t wash away the unease. The more the hot water streamed over you, the more you felt the weight of everything—of the confusion, the jealousy, the hurt. Even the soap and small bubbles couldn’t cleanse your mind. And when you stepped out and dried off, you knew it wasn’t just the hotel room that felt empty. It was the space between you and Jey.

After stepping out of the bathroom, you grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped it around yourself, the soft cotton providing little comfort against the swirl of emotions that still clung to you. You dropped the clothes you’d been wearing earlier into the laundry bag you found tucked in the corner of the closet, the fabric brushing against your legs as your mind raced. When you turned around, your gaze immediately landed on Jey. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands tightly intertwined in front of him. His posture was tense, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared at you with those dark eyes that seemed to carry all the weight of unspoken words.

It was clear he was upset, but instead of speaking, he just watched you—his jaw set, his gaze unwavering. The tension in the room thickened with every passing second, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were being scrutinized under a microscope. His silence spoke louder than any argument, and it was almost like he was daring you to say something. It was as if he wanted you to stay quiet and let him carry the weight of whatever this was, to allow him to make the rules for the weekend—rules that seemed to say you were his and this trip was a way to show you that.

“Is there somethin’ you wanna say?”

“Do you see anybody in here?”

“This still don’t prove anything, why would she be here when I’m here. And again you and her are all over the net.”

“See what I’m sayin’, yo ass trippin for no reason. Ain’t nobody coming up in here. You always listening to what people on the net saying and letting them get inside yo head and shit.” He said before kissing his teeth and taking the remote turning on Peacock and putting on a random Raw taping to play in the background.

You were too in your feelings to notice it and ended up looking at him with straight anger. “Nah Joshua, you look at her like you way too comfortable. It ain’t about listenin’ to no net shit, it’s bout what I see nigga. And what I see is my man flirting with another female like he really wanna be in between her legs f’real.”

Jey let out a soft chuckle, his golden grills on his fangs lining up perfectly with his bottom teeth, but that wasn’t a funny laugh. That was a ‘I’m getting sick of this shit’ laugh and you knew it all too well. “You think I wanna be in between her legs?” He said as he turned to you and started walking toward you no longer laughing but looking deadass serious. His voice dropped a bit having the same deepness from when he was in the bloodline.

“We finna be here all weekend Y/N and you still convinced I got another woman coming to my hotel room and that I wanna be in between her legs and shit. Let me show you who legs I’m really tryna be in between since you think you know everything” he said backing you into the wall pinning both his hands on each side of you trapping you right in front of him. He then leaned forward before planting a rough but passionate kiss on your lips.

At first you gave a bit of hesitation but with the feelings and thoughts from earlier slowly starting to dissipate with his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, you gave in as you opened your mouth allowing him inside of your cavern. Your tongue collided with his as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the exchange between you two.

With one swift motion Jey’s hands left the wall and made their way to your towel instead snatching it off your body as well as your bonnet letting your most of your braids fall down your back as some fell to the sides of your face. As you began to run out of air, you slowly pulled away before taking Jey’s shirt off revealing the beautiful work of art underneath. His tribal tattoos were never failed to catch your attention, especially with how they contorted when he was mad due to his muscles tensing. Dammit Jey. You were too busy admiring him that you didn’t even notice him picking you up before your attention suddenly snapped back to him as your back hit the soft fabric of the king sized bed.

Jey kicked off his low panda dunks before crawling on top of you, you both getting into another passionate make out session before this time it was him who pulled away as he made his way to your neck. His kisses and his teeth grazing your skin made your body shudder as you leaned your head back to give him more room, while soft moans slipped from your lips. Jey’s hands glided down your waist and to your legs pushing them open as he slowly kissed down your chest, then to your stomach, and stopping just above your entrance. Now he could’ve dived right into it but he wanted to make you…wait. He placed tender kisses between your thighs making sure to go agonizingly slow before dragging his tongue between your folds and up to your clit. His hands gripped onto your legs, as he slowly dragged his tongue over your folds again.

What started out as anticipation and soft moans of pleasure quickly turned into full on moans, inappropriate sounds, and squirming. His tongue started to twist and slide through your folds and over your clit as you could do nothing but squirm as your legs began to shake. You bucked your hips as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. “Ughhh!” You couldn’t help yourself, you knew you two were in a hotel and the walls were paper thin but that didn’t stop you from letting out those sounds Jey loved so much.

“Hell nah ma, none of that runnin’ shit” he murmured pulling away just slightly before pushing your hips down and going back to putting his tongue to work. God. He moved that tongue so well. There was no way you could stay mad at him when he was making you feel this good. You couldn’t buck your hips so you were forced to literally endure the feeling of the knot in your stomach tightening along with your legs shaking. The slurping and lapping sounds of Jey eating you out didn’t help the situation as your nails found their way into his scalp. “J-Jey!” You moaned out his name as a slew of curse words left your lips due to your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, your body jolting as it did so. Gasps of air left your lips as Jey still didn’t let up knowing you loved to be overstimulated.

“S-Shit! I c-can’t, I can’t!” You said feeling another knot build up, still not fully recovered from your previous orgasm. “One more time” was all he mumbled against your folds as you suddenly felt two of his fingers enter your walls beginning to pump in and out of you. The pleasure was becoming more overwhelming by the second, with one curl of those two fingers against your g-spot you completely broke, spilling all over his fingers and his mouth. His moans beneath and the fact he was cleaning up the aftermath caused your legs to almost completely go numb, they were shaking already still reeling from the massive orgasm you just had. But it was nowhere near over yet.

Jey slowly pulled away not minding that some of your juices dripped down his beard. With one quick wipe with his hands, it was gone. With one swift finger motion, he beckoned you over as you obeyed and swung your legs to the side positioning yourself on your knees before connecting your lips with his. The taste of yourself on his tongue was driving you crazy because it was you and no one else. He returned the kiss and you being the sneaky girl you were decided to get a feel of that Samoan dick you missed so much. It was so hard, large, and you could tell he was eager based on the precum leaking from the head of it. A low growl slipped from his lips before Jey pulled away from the kiss and gently put you in doggy style position where you were facing the TV before getting behind you grabbing your hips. “You wanna feel this dick don’t you?” he asked before starting to rub his dick against your throbbing pussy, it was drenched due to the orgasms you had from earlier and that was all the lube he needed. He pushed inside of you with a quick thrust of his hips as he immediately let out a low moan with a mixture of a grunt. “God damn, baby you tight as fuck f’real” he said easing his way deeper into you which evoked a moan from you. “Yeah take all this in, all f’ me” he praised.

Your walls clenched around Jey as his soft and gentle movements turned into much more rough and faster ones. Jey was paying full attention to you right now and that’s how you liked it. He was too busy giving you back shots to think about anyone or anything else. This was how it was suppose to be. He was showing you who he truly wanted, and your body was reciprocating it. Your pussy was the one thing Jey would always get drunk off of, you’d end up in different positions afterwards and today was no different. The faster and rougher his thrusts got, the more your walls gripped him with desperation.

Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head as one minute you were letting out loud gasps and the next your nails were digging into the bed as Jey was pounding you from behind before forcing you to look at the tv screen in front of you. On the screen was Rhea and Damian currently attempting to take on the judgement day with just the two of them. But the numbers game was too much, you heard the YEET chants from the crowd but with Jey’s dick inside of you, it was nothing but background noise. You remembered this RAW, a lot of people expected him to be there due to the storyline. In reality he wasn’t there because they were prolonging it. But even though this was an old taping, your mind went to him not being there due to the events currently unfolding in your shared hotel room and the fact that he chose you over Rhea. Something about Rhea being dominated by the judgement day and your man being behind you made your pussy throb and your walls completely clench around Jey. “Look at that” he said while taking a hand full of your box braids into his hands. “You think she gets this dick ma, nah only you do” he said as his movement in his hips sped up and he made it a point to purposely brush over that spot of yours which caused your body to shake all over. “Uh huh, found that shit didn’t I? Doin’ all that yellin’ for no reason just to end up like this under me” he muttered before suddenly nailing that spot straight away being completely satisfied by the loud moan that left your lips. “J-Jey! P-Please…” you begged as the sound of flesh slapping against each other filled the room along with your moans and his grunts. Your braids slowly fell back down over your face as Jey’s hand let go of your hair but slowly wrapped his hand around your neck instead lifting your head back making you look up at him instead. “Please what? Look at me when you talk to me ma” he said as he hit that spot over and over again. “Ughhh! F-Fuck!” You moaned up doing your best to attempt to look at Jey but the pleasure was too much. “Whatchu say ma? You ain’t telling me nothin’” he said as his strokes drove you wild. The knot in your stomach was becoming tighter and your pussy was becoming wetter and wetter. “P-Please c-cum inside me!” You screamed out, your voice breaking as tears welled up in your eyes from the pleasure. “You want me to nut in this pussy huh?” He said as his thrusts started to become sloppy indicating he was close. “Y-Yes Daddy!” You screamed as you came undone all over his cock unable to hold yourself back. Seeing you come undone was enough to send Jey over the edge as he let out a number of curse words, slamming into you one final time letting his seed cover your walls. “God damn, mmm” he said before letting out a sigh of pleasure.

Your body was slowly coming down from its third orgasm of the day before you looked at Jey panting. “We ain’t done right?” You asked not being able to help yourself.

“Done? Hell nah. We got all weekend.”

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Note: I really hope you liked it! 💕 also if there’s any spelling errors I’m so sorry😭

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can you write an threesome oneshot with Roman? Somewhere on an private island

Paradise // Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

Ahhh this was so fun to write! Also, I added Jey in this because hello... did you see than man on Friday? He looked wayyy too damn good, I had to include that fine ass man 🥰 I hope I did you justice, happy reading!

Plot -> You knew a vacation was just what you needed to relax, but never could’ve predicted the way you would get it. Let alone at the hands of your husband and his cousin…

Pairings -> Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Fem!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings -> Cursing, Alcohol, Oral Sex (M!Receiving and F!Receiving), Hickies, Threesome, Spanking, Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 2.5k

A week-long getaway was just what the doctor ordered, and Joe being the wonderful husband that he is, spared no expense to rent out an entire island for you and the family to take some time away from the real world to just relax. Normally you’d complain over the high price point, but with how stressful the past few months have been juggling work and your babies with Joe on the road, you kept your mouth shut this time and decided to just enjoy it. And that you did- with incredible food, time on the beach, even renting a boat and swimming in the ocean. But most of all, being able to enjoy time with Joe and the people you loved most; his family.

So here you were on the beach near your private villa, relaxing and reminiscing around a fire with Joe, Josh, Jon, and Trin and sipping on one of the many cocktails the waitstaff had brought to you throughout the evening. You listened quietly as they shared childhood stories and memories, but your full attention was elsewhere. Josh.

It was no secret that the men in the Anoa’i/Fatu family were seemingly sculpted from the gods themselves, and maybe it was the alcohol thinking for you, but Josh looked especially good tonight. He was leaned back in a beach chair with his arms behind his head, his cropped tank riding up to rest above his belly button; his biceps flexing when someone would share an old memory that made him laugh. You were lost in your own thoughts for a while until Josh’s gaze shifted from the story being told to you, catching you red-handed. You blushed and quickly turned your attention to the fire dancing in front of you, oblivious to Josh smirking back at you; and Joe, who had been watching your movements from the corner of his eye from the very beginning. Unbeknownst to you, Joe and Josh had also made eye contact with each other- having a silent conversation with their eyes as you sat staring at the fire in front of you and taking another sip of your drink.

After a while, everyone decided to head in for the night to get some sleep. You packed up the items you had brought with you and said your ‘goodnights’ to Jon and Trin, and watched as Joe and Josh were deep in conversation with each other. You made your way over to join them, hands full of bags and other things from the evening.

“Here, baby, let me take those from you. You don’t need to be carrying all that,” Joe grabbed the items from your arms and smiled at you. “I was just asking Josh if he wanted to hang out with us tomorrow, since Jon and Trin are doing their own thing for the day.”

“Oh, yeah! Josh, you’re more than welcome to join us tomorrow. I don’t know what the plans are because he,” you signal to Joe, “never tells me anything, but yeah if you want you can spend the day with us,” you smiled.

“Thanks, y’all, yeah I’ll be over tomorrow. I’m sure we’ll find something to do,” he winked at you, causing you to blush yet again. The cousins hugged and said goodnight, and afterwards Josh held his arms out to you for a hug. You embraced him, feeling his arms wrap around you and snake down to your lower back. You shivered at his touch, trying to convince yourself that he was just being friendly and that his hands being dangerously close to your ass was just in your imagination. Josh leaned down, his lips brushing your earlobe, and you froze. “I’ll see you later. Goodnight, mamas” he whispered. You felt unsure of your own balance, like at any second your knees could give out as you felt your core flutter at his words. I should not be reacting to him like this, God help me.

“Goodnight, Josh,” you breathed out as you let him go, trying to shake yourself out of your own thoughts as you and Joe make the walk back to the villa and attempt to get some sleep.

“Oh f-fuckk, baby, feels s-so good,” you whimper as you lightly tug on Joe’s hair. You were laid back on the outdoor sofa in the back patio that connected to yours and Joe’s room, eyes glued shut and head thrown back as Joe was on his knees in front of you devouring your pussy. Joe barely waited until after breakfast to get his hands on you, which is how you ended up with your thighs squeezing his head as he went to town on you. 

You were so entranced by the stimulation between your legs that you didn’t hear the sliding door open behind you, or see Josh walk through it. “Looks so pretty falling apart for me… doesn’t she, Josh?” Your eyes snap open, finally noticing his presence but letting out another moan as Joe wraps his lips around your clit. 

“Yeah, save me some, uce,” Josh groaned, adjusting himself through his shorts as he watched your body contort and writhe in pleasure.

“That good with you, baby? You wanna let J have a taste?” Joe growled against you, his voice sending vibrations through you as you whined in response. “C’mon, mamas, promise I’ll take care of you,” Josh persuaded, walking closer to the couch and removing the cropped shirt he was wearing. 

“P-please, J. I-, s-shit, want you,” you threw your head back again only to snap it back up as Joe removed his mouth from your aching pussy, only to climb next to you on the couch and remove the oversized t-shirt you were wearing and expose your bare breasts. “Fuck, uce, she’s perfect.” Josh moaned, crawling between your legs while Joe started peppering kisses along your neck. 

“Be a good girl for him, okay, Y/N? You gonna show Josh how pretty you look cumming on his face, baby?”

“Y-yes, sir. I’ll be good, I- I promise,” you moaned as he took your nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it while Josh pressed his lips to yours. His kiss ignited your entire body, desperate and sloppy but electrifying nonetheless. He then kissed down the base of your throat, reaching your other breast and softly nipping it before swirling his tongue around it. You had a hand in Joe’s hair and another in Josh’s, lightly tugging as they praised your tits with their mouths. Josh released your nipple with a pop, blowing cool air on it and making you cry out as he lowered his head to your dripping core and licked a stripe between your folds. You moaned loudly as the roughness of his tongue massaged your folds with a needy hunger.

“Shit, you wasn’t lyin’. Tastes so damn sweet,” Josh moaned as he continued to eat you like his life depended on it. His tongue teased your entrance as you whimpered and pushed his head down, slipping himself inside while your pussy tightened around his tongue. He fucked you with his tongue as Joe began marking your tits and neck with purplish bruises, moans and praises for the two falling from your lips for the two men. The stimulation from the both of them was bringing on your orgasm like a freight train, and Joe noticing the familiar flush of color from your skin and higher pitch in your cries trailed his free hand down to rub your clit while Josh continued to ruin you with his tongue. Your back arched off the couch and your toes curled as the pit of your stomach burned, preparing you for release.

“I-, fuckkk, I’m g-gonna-”

“Go ahead, pretty girl, cum for him. You’re doing so good, baby,” Joe coaxes you as you force your eyes open and look down at the man kneeling before you, completely engrossed in wanting to make you cum as he moans into your pussy. Your orgasm hits you like a truck, your body shaking as you loudly moan Josh’s name while you cum. Josh continued to work his tongue through your folds, moaning with every drop of your release that hit his taste buds. To him, you were the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted and he doesn’t want to waste any of it. You’re breathing heavy now as he finishes cleaning you up as raises his head, beard covered in your wetness as he gives you a wink.

“Did so good for me, mamas. So tight too, I can only imagine how you feel wrapped around my-”

“Princess,” Joe interrupts him, “I think J deserves to feel how tight you really are, don’t you agree? Don’t you agree, baby?” You nod your head quickly, but Joe isn’t pleased. “Use your words, Y/N, you want J to fuck you?” “Yes, Daddy, please,” you begged, “please let him fuck me.” Joe responded by taking your hand and ushering you to the end of the couch, leaving you on all fours with your hands on the armrest and your ass in the air with your knees resting on the cushions. Josh crawled behind you, leaning down to kiss from the nape of your neck and down your spine, sending chills throughout your entire body. He ran his fingers through your folds, making you shudder as he used your juices to pump his cock. 

“You cum inside her and you’re fuckin’ dead, got it?” Joe warned him, Josh nodding in acknowledgement. He teased you from behind, rubbing his dick along your pussy as Joe removed the shorts he was wearing and pumping his own cock before guiding your mouth to wrap around him. Josh entered you slowly, feeling you stretch around him as he pushed himself inside. You moaned around Joe’s dick while you sucked and licked his tip, already feeling the overstimulation.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight,” Josh groaned, gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart as he looked down to watch himself completely bottom out inside you. You moaned and forced yourself down on Joe, gagging as his tip touched the back of your throat. Josh finally started bucking his hips into you, pushing your body forward and taking more of Joe’s cock down your throat. Between Joe in your mouth and Josh fucking his cock deep into you, you felt so full; and you absolutely loved it. You released Joe’s dick from your mouth and began sucking and licking his balls, pumping his cock with your other hand. You fucked back on Josh, him slowing down and watching you bounce yourself on him. “Holy shit, ma, look at you, taking us so fuckin’ well,” he gave your ass cheek a harsh slap, making you cry out. “That’s right, fuck yourself on my dick,” he delivered another smack, kneading where he slapped, “Such a dirty girl, f-fuck. Uce, switch me, she keeps doin’ me like this imma have no choice but to fill that shit up.”

You released your husband’s dick from your grasp as Josh pulled out of you, whining at the emptiness you felt. That didn’t last long though as Joe was quickly behind you and filling you right back up, wasting no time to fuck you into oblivion. Josh slipped himself into your mouth, groaning as your cheeks instinctively hollowed around him and forced him down your throat. Joe grabbed a fist full of your hair, using it as leverage and opening yourself more for Josh to fuck your throat. To some, being used like this as two men had their way with you would feel dirty, but you felt hot. You loved that in this moment you were their toy, a play thing for them to fuck, and you felt so turned on with the both of them moaning and groaning you praises as they had their way with you. 

“Such a good girl for us,” Joe hissed behind you, “you love this, don’t you baby? Me and J filling you up like this?” He spanked you again and again, making you moan around Josh’s cock. He threw his head back at the vibration and continued to fuck your throat. 

“S-shit, I’m so fuckin’ close. You gonna swallow me, baby? Gonna take it like a good girl and swallow?” You moaned and nodded around him, looking up at him and watched his face twist with pleasure.

“Fuck, princess, you gonna let J and I fill you up? Is that what you want, baby?” Your pussy spasmed at Joe’s words as you gagged on Josh’s cock, feeling him twitch in your mouth.

“Ohhh fuck, Y/N,” Josh moaned loudly as he came, spurts of his hot cum coating your mouth and the back of your throat as you continued to suck him through his high. You released his dick with a ‘pop’ as he grabbed your chin and opened your mouth, showing him that you had in fact swallowed all of him like a good girl. He moaned at the sight and leaned down to kiss you, both of you tasting each other on your tongues. 

Joe followed soon after, filling your pussy full of his cum as he moaned your name along with a plethora of curses. He continued to slowly thrust inside of you as he rode out his own orgasm then slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. The two pulled you back to the middle of the couch, laying you down so that your legs rested on Josh and your head in Joe’s lap as all three of you tried to even out your heavy breathing.

“How are you feeling, baby? Was that too much for you?” Joe asked, rubbing your head and looking lovingly at you as Josh massaged your legs.

“No, no,” you breathed out, “it was perfect.”

“Good,” Joe paused, “maybe we should bring Josh around more often,” he chuckled.

“Shit, I’ll book vacations all the time if it means I get that again,” you replied, making all three of you laugh. “Yeah, talk about paradise… that pussy is paradise,” Josh paused, “but speaking of vacation… what’s next on the itinerary, uce? Because I’m thinking we cancel all that shit and, you know, make our own plans.”

“Whatchu think, baby? You ready to go again?” Joe asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” you smiled, all three of you jumping up from the couch and racing inside to the bedroom for round two.

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On vacation for a week!

I'm going on the trip till the next Sunday and won't be very active here. Queue is still going, but I'll check my tag after I'm back

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IMPERFECT FOR YOU

summary: Miyori and Jey were in a relationship for three years until she saw him laid up with another girl that wasn’t her and it broke her heart so she decided block him on everything and focus on her career until she gets a text message from him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3339

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Miyori

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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FLASHBACK - MIYORI 2022 After a long day at work, I was heading home, yearning for some tender care from my partner. Our relationship has faced challenges, especially with him being away so often. I only get to see him a few times each week when he’s off, and I just crave that nurturing connection when he finally returns.

As I pulled into the driveway, an uneasy feeling washed over me, something I couldn't quite identify. I noticed that his Hellcat was missing, which led me to think he might have gone to hang out with Trin and Jon while I was at work.

As I removed the keys from the ignition, I reached for my purse on the passenger seat. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the front door. Once I unlocked it and stepped inside, I was greeted by the delightful aroma of coconut wafting through the entire house.

I sent Jey a message letting him know I was back home and looking forward to him returning so I could enjoy some of his comforting care. After that, I headed to the kitchen to grab a drink, and when I heard my phone ding, a smile spread across my face, realizing he had texted me.

However, my smile quickly disappeared as I read the message and viewed the attachment that was sent my way.

Joshua🖤 sent a message & attachment

Joshua🖤: sorry he's busy at the moment

 I felt my heart drop when I saw him with another woman. It was as if my heart shattered into countless pieces, and I even dropped my phone in the moment. I was overwhelmed with shock and disbelief, wondering how he could betray me like this after three years together. How could he do this?

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks, my vision becoming hazy as I struggled to grab my phone. I wanted to call him, but deep down, I knew it would be pointless since he was with her.

I cut off all communication with him and reached out to Jasmine to share everything that had just occurred. She was really upset about it.

IMessage 💬: Jazzy💜: GIRL WHAT? Mimi💓: yeah...I need to go out tonight and forget about all of this please... Jazzy💜: girl yes tf fuck that nigga he doesn't deserve you at all after three years together he could've just told you he was tired of you Mimi💓: that's what I'm saying like honestly though Jazzy💜: be ready by eight okay? I'll come get you make sure you have some stuff packed up as well I'm not allowing you to stay with a man that just cheated on you Mimi💓: okay I'll see you then bestie Jazzy💜: kk girl I gotchu no matter what Mimi💓: 🥹

I started gathering my belongings, carefully ensuring that everything was packed and prepared for when Jasmine arrived to pick me up. It felt like the right moment to leave all of this behind and embrace a new chapter without looking back.

 I truly hope our paths don’t cross again.

FLASHBACK OVER

OMNISCIENT It's been four years since that incident, and Miyori has been flourishing in her life. Although she struggled to acknowledge her feelings for Jey, she knew she had to move forward. Eventually, she found someone she believed truly cared for her. Miyori and Aaron have been together for about a year or two now. They first crossed paths at a club, where Jasmine had taken her to help her cope after her heartbreak. Alone at the bar, drowning her sorrows, she was approached by Aaron, who changed everything for her.

What drew her attention was his stunning face and captivating eyes; they were so mesmerizing that she couldn't help but think that perhaps God had taken extra care in creating this man beside her. As they conversed, an instant connection blossomed between them that night, all while her best friend cheered her on. The buzz in the media was electric, highlighting the sighting of the two of them together at the club.

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TheShadeRoom: Aaron spotted at the club with Therapists #MiyoriJordan kissing each other on the balcony is her relationship with WWE Superstar "Main Event" Jey Uso over with? Stay Tuned In.

jazzyV: ooop @ miyorisworld girllll the shaderoom got yall trinity_fatu: huh? What's happening @ miyorisworld jonathanfatu: @ uceyjucey what's going on dawg? username123: i can't believe that she would do something like that to him she looked like a money grabber too fucking slut. jeyusofan23: such a whore I hope he finds someone better who appreciates him

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Miyori was unfazed by the criticism coming her way, understanding that those fans were unaware of the full context of her relationship with Jey. She felt no need to take to social media to clarify things for them, as she believed it was not their place to know.

It seemed that even he was unaware of what had transpired between them, as he likely would have just fabricated a story that they would have believed. She cared for his people on a deeper level, but witnessing this situation might have stirred some complicated feelings within them regarding her.

She received messages from his brother and sister-in-law, reaching out to understand the situation, as it appeared they were completely in the dark. It felt only fair to share the truth with them about what had really transpired.

Trin💚 sent a message

Trin💚: Mimi what they talkin about on the ShadeRoom? Is you and Josh not together?

Big Jim🫡 sent a message

Big Jim🫡: Mimi what's goin on dawg?

It's been four years since she parted ways with him, and now they seek an explanation upon seeing her with someone new, not Jey. Understanding that Miyori was not one to hold grudges, she chose to share the story of her relationship with Jey and the reasons behind her decision to end it.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: I know it's been about four years since it happened but yeah we aren't together anymore due to him cheating on me Trin💚: what? He cheated on you with who? Mimi💓: ask him that's your brother in law Trinity but that's all in the past now I'm with someone new I hope whoever he was with are happy since he wasn't with me

She sent Jon the same message she had shared with Trinity, then set her phone down on her desk. With a deep sigh, she rubbed her temple, feeling overwhelmed by how quickly things had spiraled out of control.

Aaron had a kind heart, but he also had a tendency to manipulate her during tough times. Their relationship faced significant challenges, largely due to his actions. She often felt unfortunate, believing she could have taken her time before dating again. However, Aaron's persuasive nature and heartfelt pleas made it difficult for her to resist being with him.

 Now, she genuinely feels remorse for her decision.

He was incredibly protective of her, glaring at any guy who came near, which often made them flee and left her feeling isolated with him. It was as if she were being suffocated, unable to enjoy her own freedom or pursue her interests.

 Why do I always end up with the troublemakers? she pondered as she sifted through the paperwork of those scheduled to meet her today. Just then, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts, signaling that someone was about to enter.

As she glanced up, her eyes met her boyfriend Aaron's, who entered the room holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers. A warm smile spread across her face, recognizing this sweet gesture as his heartfelt apology.

"Hey, Baby these are for you." Aaron said as he gave her the bouquet of roses.

Miyori inhaled their fragrance as she rose from her chair, gently setting the flowers on her desk. She then embraced him, her arms around his neck, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before she began to speak.

"Thank you, for the flowers pumpkin I love them, I don't know if this is your way of saying sorry but I forgive you." She said.

Aaron gently placed his hand on her lower back, giving it a soft squeeze as she nestled her face against his chest, seeking comfort in his embrace.

"Don't be acting all shy now baby," he kissed her on her forehead before gazing down at her.

"Have you seen what The Shade Room posted about us? It's wild how the media can create such a frenzy, right?" Aaron nodded, fully aware of how the media loves to dig into people's lives. "True, but honestly, I don't let it bother me. They aren't part of your life, so it really doesn't matter."

He was correct; it really shouldn't concern her what they share online, as that's simply the nature of the media, often consumed by gossip. Miyori found herself comfortably seated on her boyfriend's lap, feeling his gentle touch on her thigh as she chatted away about her job and various happenings in her life.

He was focused on her words, fully engaged in the moment, until he felt his phone vibrate. The sound drew her attention as well, and she noticed the caller ID displaying the name "Normani 💗." It seemed a little suspicious, but she brushed it off, getting up from his lap and making her way to her desk.

She feigned interest in the files, stealing glances at him each time his expression shifted while he spoke on the phone with that woman, "Normani 💗." A wave of anxiety washed over her, as she felt the familiar sensation of being trapped in a cycle reminiscent of what she had experienced with Jey.

She chose to message Jasmine in an effort to take her mind off things.

iMessage 💬 Mimi💓: Jasmine girl Jazzy💜: what's up? Did something happen? Mimi💓: I'm having that funny feeling again Jazzy💜: again? With Aaron? Mimi💓: yeah we were talking and his phone rang catching a name on it Normani Jazzy💜: GIRL TF? Un-un I can't have you go through this again you need to question him Mimi💓: Jasmine me and him are already bumping heads atm I don't think I wanna add on to some bumps Jazzy💜: see that's your problem you don't wanna be aggressive like me and get straight to the point you're so soft spoken and let niggas run over you and if I'm being honest you were way better with Jey than Aaron despite what Jey did to you Mimi💓: It's been four years Jazzy I'm over Joshua Jazzy💜: I understand but look Aaron don't even let you hang out with your male friends or ya people he's so controlling and I don't like that for you Mimi💓: yeah, you can say that Jazzy💜: you need to speak up fr Mimi just text me whenever you come home so we can talk about it Mimi💓: aight then

She finished texting Jasmine just as Aaron hung up, feeling uncertain about whether to follow Jasmine's suggestion to be more assertive. She worried that it might only lead to more tension between them.

But she needed some answers.

"Who's Normani?" She spoke out as he looked up at her.

"Just a friend at work that's all baby," Aaron said.

"Is she really just a friend pumpkin?" She could hear him let out a deep sigh, fully aware of how this conversation would unfold, even though all Miyori sought were some answers.

"Can we not go through this? Like I already told you that she's just a friend what more do you want?"

Miyori threw her hands up, "I'm just saying I don't need to be looking dumb again for the second time in a row so just had to be sure," she was having flashbacks of what happened four years ago.

Aaron rose from the couch, adjusting his clothes as he did. "You know you're not, and that's final. I have to get back to work now, but I'll catch up with you later, alright?" She nodded, her gaze following him as he walked to the door. Once it clicked shut behind him, Miyori released a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the moment.

Will I ever be able to be treated right? Am I doing something wrong or is there something wrong with me?

☞ Miyori arrived home after a tiring day at work, parking her car in her best friend's driveway, where she was currently staying. As she removed her keys from the ignition, she picked up her purse from the passenger seat and stepped out of the car. Closing the door behind her, she walked toward the front door, unlocking it with her keys. Upon entering, she noticed a pair of Jordan Dunks on the shoe rack, and a sigh escaped her lips as she realized that Jasmine had company over.

She could hear her best friend's moans echoing from downstairs, leaving her shaking her head in disbelief. The uncertainty lingered in her mind about what Aaron had mentioned regarding the girl he was seeing. Perhaps it was time to prioritize herself this year, she mused as she prepared something to eat.

She remained downstairs, switching on the TV and navigating to Hulu to catch an episode of Real Housewives of Atlanta, hoping to drown out the sounds of her best friend in the bedroom. As she settled in, engrossed in the show, her phone chimed. Expecting a message from Aaron, she was surprised to find it was actually Normani reaching out to her.

As she went through the message, her heart raced uncontrollably, a wave of panic washing over her. How could this be happening once more?

unknown number sent a message & attachment

unknown number: hey sweetheart I just wanted to come and tell you that your man is my man, he's been cheating on you for about a year I'm sorry 🫶🏽

 It seemed as though her entire world was falling apart once more, and perhaps this was a sign from a higher power that she needed to focus on healing before her true love could enter her life. Overwhelmed with emotion, Miyori decided to block both his number and Aaron's, feeling as if she might burst at any moment.

Why does this keep happening to me? What did I do to deserve something like this? Am I not good enough.

She felt the tears welling up, ready to spill over, but she fought to keep them at bay. She refused to cry for someone who didn’t appreciate her. Instead, she chose to share something on her story, knowing that the Shaderoom would likely notice it. But at that moment, she felt indifferent; she was exhausted and ready to move on.

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trinity_fatu: omggg what happened? jonathanfatu: @ uceyjucey time to shoot yo' shot again dawg jaidaparker_wwe: @ jonathanfatu don't be tagging him into none of this shi don't nobody care about her being single jonathanfatu: @ jaidaparker_wwe girl respectfully fuck you usofan123: nah he didn't fumble the bag she seems money hungry anyways jeyusofan228: damn both Jey and Aaron fumbled the bag? She's a baddie that takes care of herself who doesn't want that? unknownfan67: @ uceyjucey ??? aaron_pierre1: 🤨

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Miyori set her phone to Do Not Disturb, immersing herself in her show. She realized she didn’t have the energy to deal with the negativity and hurtful labels people were throwing at her online, like calling her a gold digger or worse. It was important for her to concentrate on her own well-being and trust that the right person would come into her life when the time was right.

She believed he was a good person, but sometimes relationships hit rough patches, and it can be painful when others don't appreciate you as you hoped they would. She felt hesitant to share her feelings with her best friend Miyori, not wanting to add to her worries, so she chose to keep her struggles to herself for the time being.

As she sat on the couch engrossed in her show, the sudden sound of banging at the door jolted her attention. It was unmistakably Aaron, pounding on the door with an intensity that felt almost frantic. Rising from her seat, she opened the door to find him seething with anger, even though she was the one who had every reason to be upset.

She remained in place, arms crossed, as she listened to her best friend descending the stairs, observing the unfolding situation between the two of them.

"You single now? That's what we doing Mimi?" Aaron questioned her.

"Nigga I don't know why you're mad when you're the one who cheated on me with Normani just admit." She said showing him the messages and the attachments that Normani had sent her.

"That could've been anyone Miyori! We aren't breaking up!" He continues to refuse to acknowledge that he cheated on her with Normani. He was simply exhausted from her constant complaints about his actions, and to be honest, he found her increasingly uninteresting.

Miyori felt a wave of disbelief wash over her as she realized he was attempting to deny his infidelity, even with the undeniable proof staring back at her from her phone. "You can't be fucking serious right? I know that face from anywhere! You what I don't have time for this get off my porch and don't ever want to see your face again." Miyori shut the door abruptly, then turned to face Jasmine.

"Girl, please put some clothes on lord, I'm finna head to bed."

She made her way upstairs to her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her. As she let out a heavy sigh, disbelief washed over her; it felt like she was trapped in a cycle that never ended. She had hoped for a better outcome in her relationships, but now she couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps she didn't deserve the happiness she longed for.

Her thoughts were racing, filled with doubt and uncertainty. She questioned whether there was something inherently wrong with her that made her deserving of this situation, or if perhaps she simply wasn't worthy of being in a relationship. A whirlwind of negative feelings consumed her, leaving her feeling overwhelmed.

She slipped out of her clothes and into something more comfortable, then made her way to the bed. Lying there, she gazed up at the ceiling, wishing she could simply sleep away her troubles and find a way to move forward.

She picked up her phone and began scrolling through her social media, noticing an influx of messages from various people, including fan pages that professed their love for Jey Uso while simultaneously harassing individuals like her. In that moment, she received a message from Aaron that contained some outrageous comments directed at her.

Pumpkin🧡 sent a message

Pumpkin🧡:  I did Cheat on you, you were just getting boring and not doing enough for me so I found something better to keep me up unlike you and the sex was horrible honestly I hope nobody comes across you they'll just get bored of you.

The words he spoke affected her deeply, causing her to cry. Perhaps this was similar to how Jey felt during their time apart while he was on the road. Now, he had someone to share his travels with, while she was unable to join him due to her job commitments.

Her heart ached more with each passing thought, wondering if she truly measured up to him or Aaron, fearing they might grow bored of her. In an attempt to escape the turmoil, she turned off her phone, seeking a moment of peace. But when it buzzed again, she let out a deep sigh, reluctantly opening the messages, unaware that it was Jey reaching out to her.

Joshua 🖤 sent a message

Joshua🖤:  Hey Mimi it's Joshua hopefully you remember me still but can we meet up and talk?

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A/n: will Miyori accept Jey's offer? Or go into a depression state?

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY

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Not My Sister's Keeper Pt. 4

Roman X OC(Kara)

Jey Uso X OC (Tia)

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, Jealousy, infidelity, pregnancy

Roamn’s wife recently left medical school and returned home to save her marriage. Upon her return, she finds out things are not what they seem. Her sister is pregnant by her best friend Jey Uso, who is also Roman’s cousin, and her husband is acting suspicious.

What happens when a conversation overhead on a baby monitor blows her world apart?

Jey’s House

Kara’s POV

“Home sweet home,” Jey said putting my bags in the corner of his spare room as I sat down on the bed in a daze.

“Do you need anything?” Jey asked as I sighed. “I need none of this to have happened, Jey,” I said as Jey sat beside me.

“I know, but this is the card you’re being dealt, and you got to figure it out.”

“All I can think about is all the times we spent on that bus, and they had sex there,” I whispered trying not to cry. “She did it on purpose and he fell for it.”

“What is your sister’s deal?” Jey asked as I shrugged my shoulders. “We never really got along. I kept to myself, and she was the outgoing one,” I said really trying to pinpoint where the hatred came from.

“Did Roman take responsibly for his actions,” Jey asked as I shook my head. “He begged, said he was sorry, but I don’t think he truly knows how bad he hurt me.”

“Well, are you going to forgive him or is this it?” Jey asked as I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Jey, he slept with my sister and had a baby with her. It’s over,” I said as Jey seemed relieved with my answer.

“Just checking to see where your heads at beautiful.”

“I outta fuck somebody’s brains out on the bus and have him find us. That would hit his ass where it hurts,” I rambled as Jey took my hand in his.

“Aye, are you serious?” he asked as I shook my head.

“No, I’m just angry and rambling,” I said, standing up and pacing as Jey stopped me.

“If you were serious, you know I would help you. You know that right,” he said as I nodded.

“I know but I don’t know about crossing that line, I don’t want to hurt our friendship. I would never forgive myself,” I said truthfully.

“When I’m 38 and your 36,” Jey whispered as I smiled at the memory.

“Jey we were kids then,” I said remembering the pack we made when we were 22 and 24. “We didn’t know shit,” I said as he chuckled.

“I knew I wanted you,” Jey said as I blushed. “Yea, but you weren’t ready then. You were trying to find your way in the world, then wrestling came along. You had alot to figure out.”

“If I would have been ready then, could I have, had you?” he asked as I contemplated his question.

“Yea, you could have,” I answered honestly as Jey nodded.

“Well now it’s the opposite, I’m ready and you’re not,” Jey said as I shrugged my shoulders laying back on the bed as Jey lay beside me.

“Guess that is how it happens sometimes,” I whispered as he kissed my hand.

“Lucky for us both I do know what I want, and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready,” Jey said leaning over, wiping my tears.

“You want me to stay wit you?” he asked as I nodded settling into his arms.

I couldn’t sleep but I felt content in his arms, I felt safe.

I didn’t have to pretend to be ok, I could be me and right now I wasn’t ok…

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Pensacola General Hospital

Roman’s POV

The stares….The judgmental stares from Kara and Tia’s parents as I held my daughter didn’t bother me. All I carried about was this beautiful little girl in my arms.

“She looks like you, Roman,” Tia said as I nodded entranced with my baby girl.

“Yea, just like my baby pictures,” I said caressing her little face.

“Don’t you want to see that little face every day. Roman we could be a family, nothing is stopping us now,” Tia whispered as her dad got up and walked to the door before turning to look at us.

“Rebecca, I ain’t partaking in this bullshit, If I stay in here a minute longer I’mma kill him,” he said before slamming the door as Tia’s mom just stared at her.

“I wanna say I can’t believe you…But I know you,” she said as Tia sat up in bed avoiding her gaze.

“Mama, we didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did,” she said as I frowned at her remembering the first night she came to me…. How she took control, how she said she didn’t mind being Kara for me.

“Tia, you can fool people some of the time, but you can’t fool your mama none of the time. I gave birth to you, and I know what I raised,” her mother said as Tia frowned.

“What you trying to say mama?”

“You did all this on purpose to hurt your sister, and I just wish I knew why,” Rebecca said getting up grabbing her purse before turning her attention to me.

“Mama, I’m so sorry, I know you must hate me,” I whispered as she sighed.

“Son, I pity you, because you’re gon’ reap what you sow. It may come today or years from now, but you’re gonna reap.”

I couldn’t look at her, I already was reaping. Kara is probably done with me; Jey is trying to take her from me, and I’m stuck raising my daughter with a woman I don’t even love.

“I’m gonna make up to K-”

“What! I just had your baby and you still talking about her!” Tia screamed as Logan shifted in my arms with a small cry.

“Shh, daddy’s got you,” I whispered as Logan instantly calmed down.

“Why are you yelling, and that baby is trying to sleep? You knew that man was married to your sister, loved your sister, and you still chased him.”

“You just have to keep telling me he loves her, and I’m destined for a life of hell since you found out Logan is his. Do you even love me? All I’m hearing about is Kara…Kara-”

“Tia, I love you both…I love all of my children the same. That little manipulation shit may work on your dad sometimes, but not me.  It ain’t never been favoritism ever in this family, we loved all three of you the same.

“Mama, I get it,” Tia said as Rebecca walked over and grasped her chin, making Tia look at her.

“You may not like it, but as your mother it’s my job to tell you when you wrong. Tia you dead wrong for what you did and you’re going to reap most of all,” she said as Tia snatched away from her.

“Just leave mama.”

“I’ll be by in the morning, since you said they are releasing you sometime tomorrow evening,” Rebecca said turning to leave again as Tia wiped her tears, before snatching Logan from my arms as she began to fuss.

“Give me my baby, I don’t need none of ya’ll,” she hissed as Logan became antsy and began to wail.

“You scared her,” I said as Tia tried to comfort her, but it wasn’t working…. “Hell, did Logan even like her mama?

“Tia give Roman the baby back, she’s picking up on your energy and your scaring her,” Rebecca said as Tia tried to rock Logan in her arms but she just kept crying louder.

“Fine… Take her,” Tia sighed in defeat allowing me to take Logan from her. Instantly Logan settled down in my arms.

“Daddy’s got you baby girl. You go back to sleep,” I soothed as Rebecca shook her head.

“See……. Already reaping,” she whispered pointing at Tia before leaving.

I knew Rebecca was right….I had a lot to answer for but I couldn’t think about that now. Logan needed me, I just hope with time Kara could accept Logan as my daughter and be a mom to her.

“You’re going to love your stepmom, Logan” I whispered as Tia rolled her eyes.

“Don’t you mean auntie, because she bout to divorce yo’ ass and jump on Jey’s dick so fast it’s gon’ make your head spin,” she chuckled as I shot her a look…

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s true…My sister is big on honesty and cheating is a deal breaker for her. You did both…Your done,” she said as I frowned.

Deep down I knew I had a long road ahead, but I had to try…They were releasing Tia sometime tomorrow, but Logan was going to have to stay a few more days for observation.

I knew Kara had left with Jey and Jimmy so I told Tia she could crash for a few days.  When we bring the baby home, I will go to her house for awhile to stay and help.

Her mother had offered to stay but Tia turned her down. She wanted me to help her instead.

I knew I was asking for trouble, but I couldn’t leave her alone. She had just given birth to my child and was alone, even though it was her own to isolate her family.

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The next Day

Jey’s Condo

Jey’s POV

“I had to help her give birth to his child,” Kara said shaking her head in shock still.

“And then she tried to get you to hold the baby,” Trin asked as Kara nodded. “Yep, telling me Logan needed me and to please hold her.”

“That is a grimy bitch,” Trin hissed as I nodded in agreement.

“I just don’t understand how this even happened but at this point it doesn’t even matter. Logan is here and nothing can change that.” Kara said defeatedly.

“You can’t bottle it up, you gotta let it out, sis,” Jimmy said as Kara played with her food.

After last night, Kara spent the majority of the night in my arms trying to make sense of everything, and I had no answers for her. Finally, today she slept for a couple hours and got a shower.

Trin and Jimmy brought dinner for us, which I was thankful for. Roman had been texting and calling Kara but she had been ignoring him and rightfully so.

“If I let it out I’mma go too far Jimmy, you saw me last night. If ya’ll hadn’t showed up that damn house wouldn’t be standin’ and I’d be catching an arson charge for burning that fuckin bus to the ground.”

“Look, we can talk about all of that later. Right now, I need you to eat,” I said as Kara just pushed her spoon around her plate.

“You gotta eat boo,” Trin said as Kara signaled at Jimmy as he opened a bottle of tequila.

“I just don’t feel like it Trin,” Kara said as Jimmy poured her a shot.

“Well, that ain’t helping anything, you trying to get her drunk,” I said as Kara downed the shot and Jimmy shrugged his shoulders.

“Aye, she asked for one, and I’m happy to oblige. Hell, we all need a drink after all that shit that happened last night.”

“How could he do this? How did he put himself in this position?” Kara asked as I reached up and placed a comforting hand on her leg.

Before I could respond Kara’s phone beeped as she sighed cautiously opened it.

“Who is it?” I asked as I saw the tears fill her eyes, as she read whatever had been sent, her hands shaking.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Trin asked as Kara passed her the phone, wiping her tears.

“Now if I go up to the hospital, and beat her ass, everybody will say I’m in the wrong.”

 “What is it?” I asked as Trin looked disgusted reading whatever had been sent. “It’s an Instagram post from Tia, she tagged Kara, Roman, and WWE in it.” Trin said shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know she didn’t,” Jimmy said as Trin nodded. I looked at Kara and I could see her heart breaking all over again.

“On yesterday, Roman and I welcomed a beautiful baby girl. A special thank you to her auntie for delivering her, I don’t know what I’d do without you, Kara, we all love you.” Trin read as Kara’s took a deep breath trying to calm down.

“Is this a joke?” I asked, taking the phone from Trin reading the post and seeing the picture Tia had posted with it. It was a picture of Roman holding Logan and she had disabled her comments.

“Kara are you ok?” Trins asked as Kara waved off our worry.

“Yea, I just need some air,” she said going outside as Trin sighed.

“Tia keep playin’ with fire, and I’m bout to take a damn charge for getting’ wit dat ass,” Trin said as Jimmy cleared his throat.

“Oh, you ain’t gotta worry bout dat, cause’ as soon as Kara sees her again, it’s on sight,” Jimmy said as I got up to go check on Kara.

Kara’s POV

“That bitch must don’t realize she ain’t pregnant no more,” I muttered pacing as I felt my anger growing at the disrespect.  She was too bold; she thought this shit was cute. She was relishing in my pain and suffering.

“I’m not going to ask if you are good because I know your not. I just wanna know how you want to handle it,” Jey said walking towards me as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Jey, I know what we talked about last night, but let’s just say we do..um-”

“Have sex,” Jey says casually as I rolled my eyes at him.

 “Yes, that….. Doesn't that make us no better than them, and what they did?” I asked as Jey smiled at me.

“We are not those two, you can’t even compare us to them,” Jey said caressing my arms as I sighed.

“I respect our friendship too much, I don’t want to ruin it,” I said as Jey pulled me into his arms.

“I told you I was ok with it…I’m down for whatever you want to do, just say the word,” he said caressing my face as I gave him a small smile.

And just like that a few hours later we were pulling up and parking down the road a little from the house and walking to the bus.

Reaching under the front grill I got the spare key. Roman had already had the bus fixed, it was as if I had never defaced it or had its tires slit.

“We ain’t gotta go in there Kara, we could go in the house,” Jey said as I ignored him and went inside.

“I want to do it on the bus,” I whispered looking at the place once filled with love, it felt cold now and I couldn’t stop imagining Roman and Tia alone in this bus, and all the places they probably had sex at.

“Leave the door open,” I said as I saw Jey about to close it.

Walking back to the bedroom, I opened the door and I felt numb.

“Are you ok? You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Jey I said as he pulled me to him.

“I want to feel better,” I whispered as Jey caressed my face.

“I told you that whatever would make you feel better, I would do it,” Jey whispered pulling me closer as I felt guilt seeping into my mind, but what did I have to feel guilty about.

Roman did it first…Did it plenty of times…Had a whole baby, and with my sister no less.

“Can I kiss you?” Jey asked in whisper as I nodded, his soft smile putting me at ease. “Kara, I been waiting for years to kiss you, I want to hear you answer me,” Jey said as I released the breath I was holding.

“Yes, you can kiss me.”

The air was thick with anticipation as Jey claimed my lips in a gentle kiss that shocked me with its passion.  I moaned against his lips, as he gently pushed my sundress off my shoulders as it fell in a pool at my feet.

His fingertips grazing my skin sending shivers down my spine.

I felt shy and exposed under Jey’s powerful gaze as he caressed my body in awe.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered with a smile undressing himself as I blushed.

I don’t know what came over me but as I watched his tattoos glisten in the moonlight my heart began pounding faster.

“Are we really about to do this,” I whispered as he captured my lips in a searing kiss. So powerful, I felt helpless, melting into his embrace as he carried me to the bed.

“It’s your call,” he whispered as his lips found my kissed my neck, as I moaned in pleasure.

Kara, they deserve it, my mind screamed as I relaxed under Jey’s touch, as he removed my underwear. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I knew Roman would be home soon.

By the time I’m finished, Roman is gonna want to burn this bus to the fuckin’ ground himself.

“We don’t have much time,” I gasped as Jey groaned. “I know, and I hate it,” he panted wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Kara, look at me beautiful,” he whispered, grasping my chin and holding my gaze.

“Tonight, we end this, it’s the first and last time we do this to make someone jealous. The next time we do this, it's gon’ be for us because you gon’ be my lady,” he moaned as I nodded claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

An inaudible gasp fell from both of our lips as we became one for the first time. Twenty years of friendship changed forever; our souls even more intertwined than they already were.

“Shit, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Jey moaned against my lips as I trembled against him. Each powerful methodical thrust caused my head to bang slightly against the headboard, and I couldn't care less.

“You feel so good,” I gasped as Jey sank deeper, burying his head in the hollow of my neck, resting one of his arms above my head, stopping me from hitting the headboard as I gasped unable to think.

“Shit, so do you lo'u loto,” he moaned, kissing, and nipping at my neck as I felt the worries of the world float away. He had called me his heart in his native tongue. I always loved it when we would speak Samoan.

Faintly I heard the Roman’s truck creeping into the driveway as I groaned in frustration, not wanting this moment to end just yet. I had a taste of him and I wanted more…Much more….

“Jey, I hear the car,” I rasped as Jey rolled us over. “Jey!” I gasped at how even fuller I felt being on top.

“Mmhmm, I’m deep up in dat pussy now, fuck. Gon’ make dat shit count before he comes in and get you a nut,” He moaned as I nodded bracing one of my hands on his thigh, the other on his chest as I began wining my hips, our moans of pleasure filling the bus.

“Jey..Jey..Mmm,” I purred as he groaned, gripping my hips.

“I’m here Kara… I got you, and I’m right there too,” he moaned meeting my thrusts as a strangled cry escaped my lips.

“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned as Jey sat up holding me tight as we bounced in sync against each other.

“No regrets,” Jey whispered overpowering me with a kiss.

“No regets!” I gasped against his lips as he smiled. “When you ready….I’mma make you mine forever,” he panted as I cried at his beautiful words.

Jey wiped my tears as we heard footsteps coming towards the bus. It was showtime but we both needed release first.

Grasping Jey’s throat, we fell back onto the bed as I began to ride him, hard and deep as he groaned biting his lower lip.

“Fuck, gon’ get yo dick then,” he rasped, his arms spread wide on the bed, his head thrown back in pleasure.

 “Is it mine?” I asked, moaning as I felt my thighs becoming Jello but I wanted this. No, I needed it…We both did.

“Hell yea, it’s always been yours,” Jey confessed, his words making my heart skip a beat.

“Look at me, Jey,” I moaned as our eyes locked, and we both groaned sharing a brief kiss, knowing everything was about to pop off at any second.

Roman’s POV

“I told you to stay outside with my mom,” I hissed at Tia as she followed me closely. I wasn’t in the mood; Kara wasn’t returning my calls and mom picked the wrong time to just to pop up for a visit.

“Listen, I hear something,” Tia muttered cutting the light on up front and closing the door behind us.

“Jey! I’m cummin!” I heard a familiar voice scream as I felt my heart stop.

“Kara,” I whispered as Tia covered her mouth in shock.

 “I know you are, cause this my pussy now, say it,” Jey moaned as Tia ran off the bus.

“It’s your pussy!” I heard Kara exclaim as I felt sick. “Kara,” I muttered again in disbelief as I heard her cum…I knew that sound anywhere.

My feet were stuck, I couldn’t move. The sounds of their bodies being one with each other filling the bus, I could hear Kara wetness as she gave him my pussy as she rode out her high.

My eyes widened in horror because I just knew Kara wouldn’t do this. Slowly, I made my way to the door.

She wouldn’t do that…..Not here….I felt my face twitching as their moans got louder.

“Yeah, that's it...Now, I want you to cum again for me,” Jey moaned as I snapped, kicking the door open.

There was my wife on top of my cousin. They didn’t break away from each other, Kara looked back at me out of breath.

“Can you please leave it’s my time to enjoy the bus. Since you and Tia have had your fair share of time on here. Jey and I gotta catch up,” she moaned still riding Jey as I reached out and tried to grab her.

“Have you lost your fuckin’ mind, Kara!” I Yelled as Jey moved her out of the way. “I’mma kill you dead!” I hissed attacking Jey as he tried to put back on his sweats.

“What’s wrong can’t take what you dish out, Uce?” Jey gloated catching me with an uppercut as I saw Kara grab her dress and run out into the living room area to probably get dressed.

Jey’s POV

“What you mad for, it’s the same shit you did with Tia,” I said punching Roman in the face as he fell against the wall.

“You motherfucker!” He yelled running towards me as we spilled out into the living room area trading blows.

“You stay away from her! I’ll kill you!” Roman shouted as we fought for dominance. I gauged his eyes, before smashing his face into the table as he fell onto the ground checking his nose.

“You stay away from Kara, you don’t deserve her,” I hissed as he chuckled.

“I see you still hit like a bitch,” Roman sneered as I growled pouncing on top of him and punching him as I heard the door opening.

“I heard you fuck like one,” I hissed as we tussled around the tight space. “Boys! Boys! Stop this now!” my aunt yelled as I paused in my actions as Kara looked at her in shock.

When the hell did she fly in?

“What is wrong wit ya’ll?” she cried as I climbed off of Roman trying to calm myself as Kara came to my side.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as I shook my head. “I’m good,” I said putting my shirt back and shoes back on as my aunt looked at Kara and me with disgust.

“I know ya’ll weren’t doing what I think you were in here?” she asked as I sighed.

“Yes, they were,” Tia instigated turning on the waterworks as Kara rolled her eyes.

“How could you do this to me, Kara,” Roman said getting up as Kara reached over and slapped him as soon as he got on his feet.

“How could I!?...... How could I do that to you?!”

“Yes, that’s a good question. How could you be out here sleepin’ with your husband’s cousin?” Janice said with disdain.

“Auntie, you don’t know the whole story,” I said as she shushed me.

“You’ve done enough Joshua! I can’t believe you did this, and at Roman’s home no less!” she hissed.

“I can’t believe you did this to us, Jey,” Tia said as I saw Kara out the corner of my eye about to leap so I stepped in the way. “Now ain’t the time,” I whispered as she stopped herself.

“I never took you for a slut, Kara…..Tia, I am so sorry this happened,” she said as Kara looked at me with pleading eyes to let her go. Seeing a  few tears escape her eyes, I released her.

Kara’s POV

I know damn well she didn’t just call me out my name. Looking around I saw how Roman was trying to shift blame as well as Tia and I realized she didn’t know.

She probably didn’t even know she had a granddaughter.

“You out here spending my son’s money and sleeping with his cousin. How low is that? I told him you were no good for him,” she said as I looked at her in shock.

I was no good for him…I was tired of crying but damn I had to let this hurt out to move on with my life. Watching her comfort Roman made my skin crawl.

“Yes, how low is that, huh,” I said walking towards her as Roman stepped in front of her.

“Kara,” he pleaded as I pushed him aside.

“How low…. And disgusting is that!” I gasped truly hurt by her words.

“Kara stop,” Roman interrupted again as I scoffed. Yea, she didn’t know but she was about to know now.

“I’ll tell you…You wanna know?….I’ll give you the lowdown on how low all this is,” I said, as she seemed on edge, not knowing what I was going to do or say.

“Your son started screwing my whore of a sister on this bus…. I was faithful, I gave up everything for him, I loved him, and that’s how he did me. Did you know she had his baby yesterday?” my voice cracking with emotion as she looked at roman in shock.

“A baby?” she whispered as Roman hung his head in shame.

“Yea, you’re a grandma,” I said as she looked at Tia who avoided her judgmental gaze.

“I don’t know how the hell it started with Roman and her, but I can tell you how everything started tonight with Jey and me…..It was Deliberate!………We did it on purpose,” I said looking at roman as he looked sick.

“And with every touch, kiss, caress…… Ever gasp as he claimed me, I felt better,” I said invading Roman’s space as he was crumbling before my eyes, as I explained my infidelity to him.

“You can stop now, Kara,” he whispered as I saw his face contorting from disbelief into anger at the thought of me having sex with not just anybody, but his cousin.

 “After every nibble, lick, and thrust, I felt even more better knowing you will never be able to step foot on this bus without picturing Jey and me in that damn bed and you deserve it,” I whispered my tears almost clouding my vision.

“There’s the part of you I knew existed Ms. Perfect,” Tia said as I grabbed her by the throat before anyone could stop me, throwing her up against the wall, choking her.

“I hate you! You’re like a fuckin’ cancer!” I screamed as her eyes widened in shock as she tried to pry my hands from around her throat.

“Kara! She just had a baby!" Roman yelled trying to move towards me but Jey stepped in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s not the time, she just had a baby, Kara,” he whispered as I let out a scream of frustration, letting her go. I just wanting just five minutes alone with her to beat her ass.

“I always knew you were crazy,” Tia coughed trying to catch her breath as Jey continued to hold me back as Janice shook her head at the scene playing out in front of her.

“I’mma see you again Tia, 'cause’ you gotta answer for what you did. And Roman, you will be hearing from my lawyer,” I said deathly calm, before storming off the bus with Jey behind me.

“Damn, I didn’t expect auntie to show up,” Jey said as we walked back to the car. I paused, turning around to face him.

“I’m sorry, I got you involved,” I said as he cut me off with kiss.

“No regrets,” he said with a smile as I nodded.

 “No regrets,” I whispered as we embraced…

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Roman’s POV

“Roman, I’m ready to go in the house,” my mother said her voice full of disappointment.” Here are the keys, I’ll be in,” I said as she nodded leaving Tia and me alone.

“Wow, Kara, was really outta control,” Tia whispered as I turned and looked at her.

“You really have fucked up my life,” I whispered as Tia jumped back as if I had struck her.

“Me! You could have said no.. You ain’t Mr. Innocent,” she screamed as I put my hair back in my manbun looking at the damage to the bus.

“Just tell me how much Tia?” I asked as she frowned at me.

“How much what Roman?” she asked as I sighed.

“You’re really gon’ make me ask you, huh…..Fine, how much will it take for you to leave town and sign over your rights to Logan?” I asked.

“Are you crazy, I’m not signing over my rights. Logan is my daughter Roman, and we are a package deal,” Tia said as it was my turn to frown at her.

“5 million.”

“No, Roman.”

“10 million, and I’ll get you a one-way ticket anywhere you wanna go. And I’ll even get your contract switched to raw if you still want to wrestle.” I said seeing the wheels turning in her head.

“It’s a starting point, but still not quite good enough,” she said with a smile as I growled.

 I was in my own personal hell......

“Tia, just leave me alone,” I said as she smiled getting off the bus, slamming the door behind her.

“You fucked up!” I hissed to myself, memories creeping in of the good times Kara and I shared here on this bus…The bad, where I destroyed my marriage, and tonight where Kara destroyed my soul.

“She’s, my wife!” I shouted picking up the chair beside me throwing it through the window, growling at the thought of Jey, hell, any man being inside her.

“Just had to keep sniffin’ around her!” I ranted knocking over anything I could, even kicking the door off the hinges in the bathroom.

Looking in the bedroom, the realization hit me hard.

“I caused this, I caused it all,” I muttered looking at the bed, the tangled sheets, the image of Kara on top of Jey, her moans as he claimed her invaded my mind.

Kara was right, I’ll never be able to step foot in here again without thinking about her and Jey…

“Welcome to my own personal hell,” I whispered into the night, and I finally realized I had nobody but myself to blame.

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