#jey uso fanfic

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Shhh we gotta be sneaky - JU

Jey x Ayana

Warning: smut, cheating (not between the oc and Josh) language

"Ayanaaa"

Ayana rolled her eyes hearing her boyfriend Markell shout her name. Groaning she went down the stairs going into the living room, seeing him sitting on the couch playing his video game.

"What do you want?" She asked slight disgust on her face, seeing food stains on his shirt and how his feet were on the table in front of him, wearing white socks, that almost looked black from how dirty they were.

"My homeboy is coming over" not even looking at her as he spoke, his eyes purely focused on the screen in front. "Okay…. What’s that gotta do with me?" slight confusion on her face.

"Sooo I need you to cook and clean before he comes here"

Ayana scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. "I know you fucking lying. Markell I literally work 60 hours a week at the hospital while you sit on your ass playing video games all day, in the apartment I pay for. Todays my day off I wanted to relax. The least you can do is cook and clean, while I bring money into this place, that you keep taking and use all the time. I’m sick and tired. When the fuck are you gonna get a job?" She ranted getting fed up with her boyfriends ways.

Markell’s jaw clenched, turning his head to his girlfriend. "I already told you… soon." He spoke eyes going back to his game. "When is soon? You’ve been saying that for 3 years now."

"I SAID SOON." His yelling startling Ayana. He squeezed his eyes shut, looking back at her. "Can you just go do as i said and stop being a bitch about it?" Not wanting to argue anymore she went to the closet to retrieve cleaning supplies.

After an hour of cleaning she was now in the kitchen, making Chicken Alfredo pasta. The door bell rang, causing Markell to pause the game. "Aye Ayana get the door" he shouted even though he was closer to it. Not hearing her reply, he groaned In annoyance at the fact he actually had to get up to open it.

Opening the door, Josh stood there. "What’s up man" he nodded his head dapping up Markell as he stepped through the door. Getting himself comfortable on the couch he and Markell started to play the game. 10 minutes into playing and Josh’s character already died. "Damn man, you suck" Markell laughed, as his fingers continued to press the buttons on his controller.

"Hey, ima go take a quick leak, I’ll be back" Josh announced, as Markell just nodded his head. Getting up, he walked behind the couch. Taking a quick look back at Markell, making sure his attention was on the tv, as he made his way towards the kitchen instead.

Going in he let out a breath seeing Ayana at the stove, stirring something in the pot, with her back towards him. Her pink I.AM.GIA set hugging tightly against her curvy body.

Ayana hummed a song that was stuck in her head, unaware of the presence behind her. Feeling a hard body collide with her backside she let out a gasp, instantly calming down when, a familiar scent hit her nose. Josh wrapped his arms around her waist, nuzzling his face Into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. He placed light kisses along the side of her neck, as she tilted it, giving him more access.

"Josh, stop. We’re gonna get caught" her eyes shut from the feeling of his warm lips against her skin. "I missed you, baby" he spoke ignoring her words. "3 days is too long. Missed being around you. Missed touching you. Missed being inside that warm, wet, pussy." He spoke between kisses that trailed up to her ear as he nibbled it.

"Fuckk Joshua" she spoke with a breathy moan, her hand coming behind her to grasp his head, as he began to suck on her neck. His lower half grinding against her ass, as his dick grew in his pants. Not being able to take it anymore Ayana turned her head, lifting Josh’a, causing their lips to meet in a desperate kiss, from both ends. Their tongues dancing in eachothers mouth.

Hearing footsteps, Ayana quickly pushed his chest, causing him to stagger back. Quickly turning her head back she wiped her mouth, as Josh stood there lips stick wet, with a smirk on his face. Running a hand through his beard, watching Ayana.

Markell stepped in the kitchen with his Controller in his hand. His eyes darting between his girlfriend and Close friend. "Is everything good?" He questioned as both Ayana and Josh who eyes were still on her as they nodded their heads.

"Yeah man. I went to the washroom and smelt the food as I came out. You already know my ass had to check out what was cookin." Josh laughed and Markell laughed along with him. "Makes sense, I was wondering what was taking you so long. I finally died, let’s play another round" Markell spoke.

"Sure, but I can only play one more round. I have to quickly go meet up with my twin." Josh spoke, knowing damn well he was lying. He just barley liked the motherfucker and just wanted to see Ayana. "Oh Damn. You not going to eat." Markell asked, lowkey disappointed.

"I can pack him a container to go." Ayana’s voice rang out as she looked at the two. "Yeah, that works mamas. Thank you" Her body shivered at the way he said the nickname he always called her.

"K ima go quickly set this round up" Markell made his way back to the living room, leaving Ayana and Josh alone again.

Making sure he was gone Josh made his way back to Ayana, gripping her sides pulling her into his body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands slid down to her ass, grabbing handfuls of it, giving it a good squeeze. "Ima see you tonight, right?" Josh questioned staring at, Ayana’s pretty face. She nodded her head placing a peck on his lips. "Yeah, I already told Mark I’m sleeping over at my sisters tonight."

Josh smiled, kissing her plump lips softly. "Good" he smacked her ass hard, causing her to moan. "Cause this ass mine tonight." He bit his lip, backing away from her, out the kitchen. He stuck his tongue out flicking it at her playfully. A little preview of what he was going to do to her, until his body was out of sight. Ayana shaking her head laughing at his foolishness.

Ayana stood at Josh’s front door, knocking on it with a beat. In matter of seconds it swung open, as she felt her body getting lifted off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as he ran to his couch, both their body’s falling on it. With him on top.

She let out a playful scream, feeling multiple kissing being placed on her face, while being pinned down. Finally he pulled away looking down at her, a huge smile across his handsome face. "Hii" Ayana spoke, cheesing. "Hii, mama" slowly he leaned his head down, capturing her lips onto his own. The slow passionate kiss getting more heated by the second, as Josh slowly started to grind against her clothed pussy.

He zipped down her thin pink jacket, exposing her white lace bra that was underneath. He kissed down her neck until he was at her breasts, pulling them out. He took her right nipple in his mouth sucking on it as he played with the other. Switching nipples he sucked on the other, as Ayana’s breathing began to quicken.

Letting go wit a pop he licked and kissed down her body, his hands working to take her pants and panties off. He sat on his knees on the couch, getting a good look at Ayana’s wet, smooth, pussy. "Fuck Naya. Yo pussy, so juicy and pretty, mamas" he spread her lips apart, seeing her hard clit poke between her folds. Using his thumb he rubbed it lightly, causing her to jolt at the feeling.

Getting comfortable Josh laid on his stomach, throwing Ayanas legs over his shoulders. Leaning forward, his tongue darted out, lapping away at her center. "Mhm shit" she moaned gripping his hair. He licked her up and down, his tongue exploring her inner folds nice and slow. Ayana squealed feeling his lips wrap around her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked at it.

"Yesss. It taste good papa?" She asked with a heavy moan, her eyes set on how he was devouring her. He lifted his head up a bit, giving her a wicked smile. "So, so good" he leaned down licking a stripe between her folds before getting back work, adding his ring and middle finger into the mix.

Her mouth went ajar, no sound coming out as he sunk his thick fingers in. "Shitt Yana, this pussy so fucking wet. Listen how she talkin to me." The squelching sounds filled the room, as she squirmed underneath him. "I want you to wet my face up, come on. Cum for daddy" he sped up the pace, using more force.

Ayana came with a scream, her body shaking as a euphoric feeling took over her. Josh grinned, against her, his fingers never stopping as she sprayed all over him. Finally he released her clit, sitting back on his knees smirking down at her with Ayana’s slick running down his chin.

Heavy breathing and moans filled Josh’s master bedroom, as Ayana rode him hard but slow, feeling every inch of him. Josh arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, their sweaty bodies pressed up tightly against eachother. Their mouths together, sloppily making out. Hugging her tighter Josh, put his face in her neck driving his hips up into her, the pace speeding up with each thrust.

"Oooh shit Joshua" Ayana squealed gripping his forearms. "Who fuckin you this good?" He grunted out as one hand came up to grip her throat as the other pulled her asscheek, causing him to go in deeper. "Y-you, mhm only you Joshua" she whimpered, feeling his tip jab into her spot.

"That’s right mama, only I can fuck you like this. You mine?"

Ayana nodded her head. "Yessuuuhh. Only yours, papa please I’m gonna cum." Shutting her eyes, trying to hold back her orgasm.

"Yeah, fuck Yana, squeeze me just like that. Mmm cum on your dick baby" she clenched around him hard, as her body shook, eyes rolling back.

Watching her come undone, Josh’s body went stiff as she milked his dick, cumming inside of her.

His body shuddered, shooting his release deep inside of her. A soft passionate kiss between the two as they came down from their highs.

After another round in the shower Josh and Ayana were now laid in his bed. His left arm around her, rubbing up and down her back to her ass. Ayana listening to his steady heart beat, as her head laid on his chest.

"I’m leaving him." Her words filled the room as she heard Josh’s heart beat quicken. She tilted her head up, already seeing his eyes on her. "You for real?"she nodded her head, smiling softly. "Yes. I wanna be with you. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to make a final decision. I’m happiest when I’m with you Josh, I want us to finally be happy"

A huge smile grew on his face, flipping theirs bodies so he was on top with his body weight on her. "You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to be fully mine." He caressed forehead lovingly, moving hair out her face, staring into her eyes. "Ima treat you right, how you deserve to be treated. I love you so much Ayana."

"I love you too Josh" Smiling up at him, as their lips met again in a gentle kiss. After 2 years of sneaking around, they can now finally start a new chapter together in their lives with no more hiding.

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warnings: 18+ MDNI smut choking, bondage, trauma, smoking, mentions of abuse and drug use wc: 5591

The Mechanic pt 4

A few hours had gone by since you and Joshs private yoga session. Now sitting at your vanity mirror you were getting ready for the date he'd promised you. Makeup was never really your thing, lashes and lipgloss was the only way to go.

Standing in front of your floor length mirror, it clicked that you had never been taken on a date, a real one at that, and you were beginning to get nervous. All the yahoos you've been with before just wanted you for sex, or to use you as arm candy.

You allowed it because truth be told you thought guys where only interested in your high sex drive. Being the way you are, you learned very quickly most men loved being dominated, but would never ever admit it, you had to bring it out of them, and that was what stuck with the men you'd been with, not any other reason.

And that hurt.

Josh was different, everything about him was so confident and easy going. You didn't have to fill the conversations the two of you had with awkward small talk, you never head to guess what he was thinking, because not only does Josh wear his emotions on his sleeve he expressed himself without, degrading you or looking over you.

Men don't do that, they don't show emotion and when they do they lash out in anger and in fear that they'll be seen as feminine. It's a viscous cycle, because unfortunately, other women are the cause of men thinking that way. They definitely do enough on their own, but you made it a point to not be one of those women, especially not to Josh.

In the short time you've known him, you felt more heard and understood than you've ever been, and it felt so good.

Fixing your jeans in the mirror you gave final touches to your look. Fitted low waisted flare jeans with a green flowy blouse that was longer in the back, than in the front, leaving your figure on display. Josh had mentioned before that he liked seeing you in green, so this was your chance to really wrap you around his finger. You finished the look witch matching green kitten heels. Your jeans fell perfectly showing your freshly white painted toes.

You figured you keep it cute, casual, and simple, because you didn't actually know where he was taking you.

Josh mentioned he liked white toes too, he was going to snap you in half if you kept it up.

A light knock pulled you out of your trance, the butterflies in your stomach began to flutter even more, you opened the door to reveal Josh in a blue buttoned up polo, with jeans and white forces, a combination you also had mentioned you liked seeing him in.

The two of you eyed each other up and down, no words where said.

You were the one to break the silence.

"Are you going to give me those orrrr."

You chuckled lightly as you motioned towards the bouquet of light pink flowers he had in his hand, the bouquet was bigger than his head. What a site that was, this tall muscular man littered in tribal tats, holding a bright pink mountain of flowers.

"Hi Bella."

'Good god almighty, please let me get through the night with this girl.'

He prayed silently to himself, trying to pull every ounce of decorum he had back together, because if he had none he'd take you right outside and fuck you in your driveway.

You were watching him have an inner battle with himself and a shit eating grin was plastered on your face, you knew you shouldn't provoke him, but how could you not when he was practically drooling at your front door.

"Hi Joshua."

He pulled your hand to his lips pressing a soft feathery kiss to your knuckles, simultaneously pulling you towards him.

"You are so beautiful Bella."

He whispered against your ear as his hand rested on the small of your back. Finally he stepped back, handing you the flowers. The same grin returning to your face.

"Thank you my handsome boy."

His face flushed at your words, he tried to turn, but you grabbed him by his beard tugging him back to your lips.

"What you blushing for Fatu."

He stepped back really taking you in, a grin plastered on his face, cheeks still rosey.

"You really is something else Bella, bring yo ass on girl." he chuckled.

And with that he led you to his car, an all black pick up, the ones with tinted windows and wheels damn near a big as the car. He had to lift you up just so you could get in the passenger seat.

"Now why would you pick me up in this forklift and I got on heels."

He snorts as he started the car, "How the hell was I supposed to know yo fine ass was gon put on heels."

He paused and answered his own question before you could, "then again, I shouldve known yo fine ass was gon put on heels."

You smiled , "eggggzactly."

The car ride was a bit long, but the time the two of you spent together always felt like a dream. He almost felt too good to be true, you hated that lingering thought, because was it so hard to believe that someone just genuinely liked you, Bella, for who you are ?

"What you thinking about over there?"

Josh voice broke you out of your inner monologue, his right hand rested on your upper thigh.

"Nothing, just anxious."

"Ive known you for only about a month now, and imma let you know that I know that you know that I know you lying, so imma ask again, what you thinking about over there, don't tell me you second guessing this."

You shook your head immediately, because that was far from the case.

"I just- I don't know Josh."

Your voice got real quiet, he noticed the way you head hung trying to hide the glossiness of your eyes. The facade you had up for him was crumbling in this moment.

He pulled into an empty lot backing in. Turning to look at you he grabbed your face. He hated the look he saw in your eyes. Trauma.

That's what it was. He was looking into the eyes of a girl who had been treated any kind of way, and here he was giving her his attention and she thinks she doesn't even deserve it. Absolutely not.

He saw through you the second he looked into to your eyes.

"Bella look at me sweet girl."

The tears had began to fall and you were angry, not at him, but because he saw through you, you tired so hard to keep that wall up and the closer you got to the destination of your date, the smaller you felt.

His index finger and thumb hooked under your chin, lifting it in his direction. His heart clenched at the sight, where was that fiery Bella he had grown to love.

He didn't know what was going through your head, but there was one thing he did know. Well two actually, the first was that he was absolutely asking you to be his girlfriend tonight, and for two he silently vowed that he never wanted to see that look in your eyes again.

"What's going on baby."

He wiped your tears, as you silently cried into his hand.

"I - I don't deserve this."

He pulled you into his lap, embracing you.

"Man I don't know who got you thinking like that, but you deserve the fucking world Bella. You work your ass off everyday, you got degrees for days on top of a masters, girl you got your own business, house, car. You take care of yourself too, you so damn beautiful it don't make no sense, its pissing me off actually seeing you like this, cause it just don't make no sense."

He was actually getting upset, but in the wake of your feelings. He hated whoever had done this to you. Hated the way you trembled slightly against him, he hated how quickly your mood changed. Trauma was a helluva thing.

Holding you in a way that he could look down into your eyes he said:

"You are worth so much more than whatever situations you were put in, you are worth so much more than just sex Bella, you are worthy of love and compassion, and honesty, if you give me the time of day id love nothing more than to prove to you that whoever was before me was doing it all fucking wrong, had a diamond and didn't even know it."

You wiped your face, finally calming down. Really the way his voice wavered towards the end of the sentence was the reason you looked up.

"Why're you upset Josh.

He smiled down at you, "im pouring my heart out to yo ass and you wondering why im upset."

A slight smile brushed your lips, "well I just didn't mean to make you upset Josh, I just never have been with someone like you, and I just got very overwhelmed."

He slid you back into the passenger seat, but never let go of your hand.

"You aren't the reason im upset, the way you think about yourself is what makes me upset, because I just don't understand how you not seeing what im seeing."

You giggled slightly, drying the last of the tears on your face.

"I think I do see what you see, Im just scared of being hurt."

He shook his head slightly, "Imma have to respectfully disagree, I don't think you seeing what Im seeing at all."

He put the car back into drive, peeling off.

"But don't worry Imma change that real quick."

After a 45 minute drive and a mental breakdown, the two of you finally pulled into a brightly lit restaurant right on the outskirts of the city, the city line being perfectly visible.

He lifted your hand to his lips, brushing your knuckles lightly, just as he did earlier. This time it felt like a promise, it felt like he was telling you something through the gesture, and for now you allowed yourself to bask in the feeling.

Rounding the car he carefully lifted you out, placing you on the ground.

You were caught up by the city line view, never had you seen it from this angle, and wow was it pretty, you hadn’t even noticed Josh holding out his hand for you.

Your heart skipped a beat, you didn’t know why, all he was doing was holding his hand out, yet his big brown eyes contracted with his muscular build, made you feel everything times ten. Being around him literally amplified your senses . The fuck was he doing to you.

You tried to recover quickly after gawking at the man, but you knew by now all too well that he misses nothing, his warm smile stretching across his face.

“What am I going to do with you, hmm.”

As the two of you walked up to the restaurant you pecked his cheek.

“Put me in your pocket for safe keeping.”

He snorted, "You know what I just might."

He led you into the restaurant, greeting the host to be seated. The host then led the two you to a balcony on the second floor, it was closed off and private, perfect.

It overlooked the city which Josh knew you would love. As the two of you were seated he held a chair out for you, your face a dusty shade of pink at the action.

The slightest hint of a smile and a twinkle in his eye never left his features, the entire night was perfect. The laughs the two of you shared had your stomach aching, the two of you talked of your past, present and future, and possibly what the two of y'alls future held as well.

"I know we haven't known each other long, but you're incredible Bella, like deadass you really just, I don't know."

He rubbed the back of his head, breaking eye contact. His shyness made you smile, sometimes he knew exactly what to say and had you blushing other time he was like this and you couldn't get enough.

He looked too fine with the tips of his ears red and his eyes innocent and unfocused.

"Im sorry about earlier, I just got overwhelmed, you have shown me nothing but kindness and compassion, Im just not used to that is all."

Pausing to steady your breathing, he reached across the table to hold your hand as you finished.

"If you'll be patient with me, Id love to spend more time with you."

You where certain his cheeks hurt from how much he'd been cheesing at you today. His capped canines shining as he smiled, again.

"Im so glad you feel that way."

He reached underneath the table picking up a big cylinder black box and set it on the table, sliding it towards you.

It had a shiny black bow wrapped around it, that you tugged at gently releasing it. The grin on his face never wavering.

You lifted the top of the box and inside was another bouquet of flowers, this time they were white, you slightly gasped at the realization.

"Forever flowers."

On top was a small handwritten note that was no other than Joshuas of course, it read :

"Our time together so far may have been short, but if you'll allow me the extraordinary honor to begin this journey together, lets start with forever."

You laughed out loud at the note, the man across from you had his head in his hands from embarrassment.

"Are you trying to quote Twilight Josh?"

"Well cause you know- your name.."

That made you laugh harder, cause he was dead serious.

" I don't think that's exactly what he says, but you know what I couldn't care less."

You got up rounding the table. Hovering over him you cupped his face, bringing his lips to yours.

"If I didn't know any better I think you just asked me to be your girlfriend Mr. Fatu."

"If I didn't know any better I think you just said yes."

He pulled you into his lap, showering you with kisses.

He held you there as the two of you watched the sun set, the evening was turning out to be better than you could've ever imagined, the simplicity, but thoughtfulness of it all, was more than you could appreciate .

He paid the bill and tipped the waiter, leading you back out to his truck with his hand on the small of your back.

You were damn near giddy, practically skipping next to him.

He had asked you to be his girlfriend. Never did you think someone would go out of there way to make you feel special for such a simple title, but then again Josh made it very clear that there was nothing simple about you.

-

This time the car ride was short, it was about 10 minutes from the restaurant, another overlook of the city. The view never got old, it was mesmerizing and captivating, looking at the city line made you think of all the possibilities, and it hit harder because you felt the same way looking at Josh.

His eyes held such tranquility and security, it was hard to not get trapped in a trance.

He parked the car, so the two of you could continue to enjoy the view.

"I appreciate tonight Josh."

He squeezed your knee, "You deserve more than this, it was just incredibly last minute, but that's my favorite restaurant and what better way is there to start a new chapter of our lives, than to bring you there."

Reaching in the middle console he pulled out a pack and a lighter.

"You smoke ?"

You nodded quickly "everyday."

He raised an eyebrow to that not expecting that answer.

"Well Ill be."

He handed you one of the blunts he had already rolled along with the lighter, allowing you to light it, taking a long inhale of smoke before hading it back.

You watched him do the same before returning your attention back to the city lights. His hand never left your knee, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, while his playlist hummed as background noise.

"Can I meet your son, if you don't mind?"

He smiled turning to you, clearly not expecting you to bring the topic up on your own.

"I was going to ask, but I was nervous and I didn't want to push it on you or him or make anyone uncomfortable."

You giggled at him, "my goodness Josh its ok, you talking a mile a minute."

He chuckled along with you. Truth be told he had been wanting to bring up the topic for a few days now, just didn't know how. He was more than relieved that it was on your mind as well.

His shoulders relaxed a little at the weight he didn't realize he'd been carrying.

You could tell he chose his next words very carefully.

"Me and him been through a lot, he's seen shit no child should have to, been through even more. His mom was a drug addict. I helped her get clean and in the process somehow fell in love with her."

His entire demeanor changed into something you'd never seen before, his jaw flexed and his eyes where glossy, and not in the way you liked to see.

"I should've know people like that don't change. She managed to stay clean when I got her pregnant but after that, she just let go. Bella I found my boy strapped in his car seat covered in cigarette ashes and burns. He had been there for days man, his little fingers were blue and he was barely alive."

Tears where pooling at the brim his eyes at this point, you held his hands in your as you let him vent. Horrified by what you were hearing.

"His mom had overdosed in the room over, and apart of me hates myself for making her his mom, but that was in the past. He's strong and healthy, happy and alive. He's got so much personality and I just know he going to do something big, shit maybe change the world."

The mood lighted as he finished, wiping his face he turned to you.

"Ive never brought another women home for him to meet. I thought maybe if I was the only adult in his life he'd never have to feel pain like that again."

Your heart broke at the story he was telling you. How could someone neglect their child in that way. Then again it seemed like unfortunately she wasn't mentally stable, and Joshs son had to reap the consequences of that fact.

Another beat of comfortable silence washed over the two of you. It was peaceful that you could sit in each others presence after a heavy topic or just at all, without having to feel the space.

Taking another drag of your blunt and tapping it on the ashtray, you swung your legs to rest on his. By instinct he rested his hands protectively over your thighs.

Something crossed his brain in an instant.

"What was that you said to me earlier?"

Your heart damn near jumped out the car, immediately knowing what he was talking about.

"See nah you can't do that cause in the, moment Ian hear you but if im not mistaken you said it back so ha."

He was laughing the whole time you were talking.

"Say it again so I know you mean it baby."

"What if I don't."

He grinned, golds showing.

"You testing me?"

"Maybe"

"I could always make you you know." His hand was running up and down your leg at this point.

You grinned pulling him to you by his beard, he fucking loved when you did that, it never got old.

Kissing him like he'd disappear at any second. He put the blunt that was barely even lit anymore out, pulling you to him with ease.

He kissed you back with such intensity it made you dizzy gripping his shoulders for stability. He nipped at your bottom lip, wanting access and you gave in without a second thought.

He had on a cuban chain and you tucked an idea into the back of your head.

You let him take control. In reality he just took it, that was another thing about the two of you, neither was shy to let the other take control, it felt good and freeing.

His hands found your bare back exploring your skin inch by inch, he wanted to memorize you and never forget what you felt like, each dip and muscle.

His tongue explored your mouth, completely in dominance, you were breathless at this point, letting him taking control, and god did you enjoy it.

The sun had pretty much set by now, casting the sky and car in a deep blue haze. His windows tinted making it even darker. Pushing his seat all the way back to give you more access you managed to free him of his polo, him doing the same to your blouse.

His eyes landed on the jewelry immediately, his actions freezing.

You hadn't had jewelry in your nipple piercings for the past few weeks due to a bad reaction from a pair you got from the hair store, in hindsight you should've known better. Before he showed up, you found a pair you already had, that never did you wrong, cleaning them throughly you put them in just before he showed up, hoping he wasn't paying too much attention to that area.

Thank god he wasn't because his reaction was priceless, if he wasn't hard already he had stiffened so much you knew he had to be uncomfortable in his jeans by now.

He said nothing, but the look, the fucking look in his eyes wasn't one you had seen before, you'd seen him hungry and begging. But this?

He looked at you as if you where a diamond in the rough, something he could never let go of. The look scared you, but in a good way, you knew he meant everything he said or did, every gesture has a purpose.

"Fuck Bella."

He whispered ever so softly as he dipped his head to wrap his lip around one of your buds, sucking and pulling softly at the metal there.

Your head craned back giving him more access, which he appreciated. One of his hands lifted to the other bud twirling it between his fingers.

Soft moans left your lips as he made love to you chest, switching between the two mounds as if they held good luck. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, head thrown back, hips rocking into his, his resolve was crumbling, fast.

He all but threw your ass into the back seat, he climbed on top of you, quickly. His fingers hooked onto his waistband of your low jeans tugging them off.

"You are the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on, girl do you have on green laced panties, where the fuck they even sell these at."

You giggled slightly at his astonishment, although you had clearly done it on purpose, you shrugged innocently as you lifted off the seat for him.

He marveled in the beauty that sat in front of him, spread like a perfectly buttered roll. His mouth was practically watering a the sight.

His movements were slow and deliberately teasing at first, swirling his tongue on your clit, and then teasing your entrance with his tongue, God was he driving you crazy.

He devoured you in the backseat of his truck, hands tangled in his hair, he was damn near purring at the satisfaction of pleasing you, licking up every drop of you.

Your moans filled the tiny space, windows fogging slightly. Your hips bucked into him, still sensitive from the heated session in the studio.

But he wasn't having it, he loved seeing you come undone for him just as much as you loved seeing him. His hands clasped around your hip pinning you to the car seat. His tongue moved faster now, flicking over your soaked bud.

Your hips stuttered, wanting- needing more, but Josh did not let up, he held you down with authority.

"You taste like heaven."

His voice rumbled against you, causing your head to spin. Words were no where to be found, only soft moans left your lips, getting louder by the minute, you were coming undone quickly and he knew it.

"Come on brat where's that pretty voice of yours."

You were so close, his beard ticking you in just the right places sending shivers up your spine.

"Joshhh."

His name left your lips like a pur. His senses heightened against you wanting nothing more than to taste every bit of you. His tongue dipped inside of you, just the way you liked it, filling you with his tongue, seeing more ripples of pleasure through your body.

He unhooked his hand from your hip bringing it down, and replacing his tongue with two of his fingers. The gasp that left your lips had him grinning, his movements picking up.

He was flicking his tongue against your clit as he pump two fingers in and out of you, your hips rocking, head thrown back.

"Fuck Im- fuck Josh."

"Mhmm talk to me princess."

He had you pinned with one arm, but that didn't stop the orgasm that hit you like a freight train. Hips fighting against him, beard soaked, literally, and he was laughing.

"Look at you baby, pussy talking to me so nice."

Your pussy clenched against his fingers as you came, and he didn't let a drop go to waste. He removed his fingers and the sensation made you gasp. He tapped your pussy lightly with his hand, sending more waves of pleasure through you.

Leaning back onto the center console he watched you come down from your high, eyes fluttering back into focus at the man in front of you. He looked like a sculpted painting, a thin layer of sweat glistened on his skin, his gold grills had his bottom lip tucked in, watching you, savoring how you looked in front of him.

Finally composing your self you sat up leaning into him. His dick jumped in his pants, begging to be released, and you gave in, immediately.

Unbuckling his built and tugging them down, he sprung into view. He was veiny and leaking again.

"Joshua my love your always so wet for me."

You locked eyes with him as you spoke, swiping your tongue across his leaking tip. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head, teeth barred.

"You know what ma."

He huffed out, barely even audible.

There he was, that submissive Joshua, his eyes twinkled when he was like this, arms tense, biceps flexing, like he was doing all he could to keep it together.

He’d gone silent, eyes closed, head dropped to the side.

“Look at me pretty boy.”

His eyes snapped to yours at the nick name, brows furrowed. And there it was that twinkle in his eyes.

You watched the brown of his eyes disappear asf you took him all the way in, his pubic hair tickling your nose in the best way.

He hands opened and closed in the air, as if he was really restraining from touching you.

In one motion you spun the two of you around so he was no longer straddling the arm rest, but sitting in the backseat, man spread perfectly for you.

He obeyed like the good boy he was, his eyes were locked onto you, watching every movement, there was something else there, a threat?

His eyes held a sincerity that had him looking like a lost puppy, but there was an edge to the look he was giving you, like “try it if you want, and see what happen.”

His eyes were speaking the words his mouth couldn’t .

Thinking back to earlier how you teased him and unlocked something in him you’d never seen before, that allowed him to dominate you in a way you’d never been handled before, you decided to take it further. Intrigued.

You tried to play it cool, taking him out of your mouth slowly. You pecked his tip on your way up. Now completely straddling him, you reached for his hands, bringing them above his head, he was so out of it his eyes fluttered close before he could realize what was happening.

Why did you have these in your purse ? The world may never know. Moving slowly to make sure he didn’t get suspicious, you felt around in your purse for what you where searching for.

Feelings the hard plastic you pulled it out and quickly zip tied both his wrists to the arm rest.

His eyes shot open, immediately trying to free himself.

“Bella. On my soul you better take these off.” he growled.

Ignoring him, you asked what his safe word was. His face flushed even more at the though that you weren’t taking them off.

“Waffles.”

He answered through gritted gold plated teeth.

You smiled patting his cheek.

"Good boy."

You were certain you saw steam coming out of his ears.

You knew you weren't playing with fire, but molten hot lava, fucking with this man the way you were, but the surge of power you felt when you fucked him was unmatched.

You almost weren't sure what to do with him next, too exited at the possibilities, but nonetheless you found your self sinking onto his length, your dripping cunt, soaking his stomach.

He couldn't even look at you, every inch of his face was beet red, all the way from his neck to the tip of his ears. The thought from earlier flashed across your brain, you reached up and grabbed his cuban links that hung beautifully around his neck.

Using it as leverage you fucked him, hard. Using every bit of core and leg power you had, you lifted yourself up off of him, slamming down, over and over and over.

He was groaning beneath you, his voice the only thing keeping you going.

"F-fuck just mmhhmm just like that."

His voice was up several octaves, sweat beading on his forhead, and for some reason he still would not look you in the eye. You used your free hand to yank him forward by his beard. the other hand never leaving his cuban.

"Why won't you look at me-

He was crying. No fucking way.

Not just tears, you've seen tears in his eyes before. They'd fallen, streaking his beautiful caramel skin, his brown eyes red and puffy. His mouth was parted, bottom lip trembling. A masterpiece.

You leaned into him, kissing his face, as your hips continued snapping into his. The pleasure was overwhelming, your thighs where burning, but you didn't care.

He choked out a cry, biting his lip.

"Bellaa o-oh my god."

You grinned at him, what a sight this was. His moans where louder now, arms thrashing against the seat, he was completely helpless.

"Baby- Im finna- Bella please, please, fuckk."

His words came out short and cut off, not being able to form an actual sentence. His hips stuttered into yours, you knew he was close, and you where too by the knot that began to unravel at the pit of your stomach.

The feeling was ethereal.

He came violently, all but fucking screaming your name, pulling and tugging at the ties, you knew he was either going to have bruises or cuts in his wrist from the restraining he was doing, you felt a little sorry, but not that much.

Your head was tucked into his neck as you rode out your high on him, your hips stuttering against him just as much as his.

"Fuck Josh, this shit is mine."

You reached up untying one of the zipties, but he was too fast, the same hand flew to your neck, slamming you against the center console, the force snapping the other one in the process. He probably wore the plastic out by now causing it to snap the way it did.

The breathe was knocked from your lungs and when your eyes refocused you almost wished they hadn't. Josh had tears still staining his cheeks, but the look in his eye was something of complete sin.

He mouthed "you fucked up."

You knew you did, however, he not once used his safe word, you might just gag him like the slut he is next time.

He was inside of you before you could draw your next breathe, fucking you into oblivion. One thing you noted is he didn't bother asking you what your safe word was, because he knew, he just knew you'd never actually tell him to stop.

His large hand never left your neck, much like how he'd have bruising from those zipties, you were sure there would be a Joshua sized hand print on your neck. He was choking you as he fucked you, the pleasure mixed with the feeling of barely being able to breathe was too much, the edges of your vision going dark, but every-time it did he'd release just enough for your lungs to feel back up with air.

it wasn't long before your pussy clamped around him, releasing ecstasy. he wasn't far behind nutting inside of you, filling you to the brim. His hand slid from your throat to your clit, swirling his thumb across it in tight fast circles.

Your legs where shaking at this point.

"J-josh too muchhh fuckkk."

He wasn't having that, he had you pinned in place the best way he could as he overstimulated your pussy. The edges of your vision went black again and this time it was from your orgasm. You squirted all over him, completely soaking his torso in your juices.

He froze, smiling.

"I didn't know you could do that pretty girl, would've had yo ass giving me showers all this while."

You wasn't hearing a word he had to say, you were exhausted, your hips burned and your body was completely fucked out. He scooped you up leaning into the back seat of the car.

"I really do love you Joshua." You said eyes damn near closed.

He kissed your neck pulling you even closer. "I love yo ass too Bella, don't care if it's too soon."

And that's how the two of you fell asleep, butt ass naked, overlooking the city. Smiles plastered on both of yalls faces as you fell asleep, holding the other as closely as you could.

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Prada You 2 Chapter 8: Confessions

Summary:

Three years have passed, but in city, the past never truly stays buried. The Prada Bois have grown stronger, their grip on the city unshaken. Old faces remain, new tensions rise, and the streets are more dangerous than ever.

Toya’s wedding should be a day of celebration, but for those who knew her, it’s something more—a gathering thick with whispers, with the weight of what was lost. Some wounds have scarred over, while others remain raw, unspoken.

Yet, the night brings a shift. A presence. A force that neither time nor distance could erase. The whispers start first, a low hum of disbelief that spreads like wildfire. Some things refuse to be forgotten. Some stories aren’t finished.

Because in this city, love, loyalty, and revenge all walk the same tightrope. And once the past steps forward, there’s no turning back.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye), Jacob Fatu x Kiyah, Sami Zayn x Natasha, Jimmy Uso x Nataya

Author’s Note: This story is set in a AU that takes place over summer in 2002. It has four original characters. If you come across this and haven’t read the first story, click here.  Again, I appreciate y’all for all the love and support. I hope I’m able to create something that’s worthy as Prada You.

Warnings: Some minor foul/harsh language.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 8: Confessions

June 18th 2002 (Tuesday)

…over on the east side

Jey sat at the edge of the bed he shared with Tutor, the late afternoon light slanting through the blinds, casting long, tired shadows across the floor. In his hands, a photo—crisp at the edges but soft at the center from the years it had been touched, folded, hidden, and brought back to life more times than he could count.

It was from Tama’s pool party.

She was in his lap, smiling like the world revolved around just them two. His arms wrapped around her waist, he remembered how he’d leaned forward as she fed him a bite of cake. She had laughed when frosting ended up on his beard. He could still hear it sometimes.

He didn’t realize he was crying until a teardrop fell, splashing against Nyeya’s printed face. His thumb hovered there, brushing it away, but it only smudged her a little. He blinked, frustrated with himself—he thought he’d cried all those tears already.

Back when she was laid up in that hospital bed with tubes in her arms and bandages around her body, he had cried in private. Begged God—someone he hadn’t spoken to since he was a kid—to just let her live. He told himself if she survived, he’d get it right. Go to therapy. Get out the streets. Start over. With her.

And he tried. Lord knows he had.

But she’d left.

Left in the middle of the night. Discharged and gone. No warning. No goodbye. Just vanished.

And Jey waited. Days. Weeks. Even months. Watching the door. Checking his phone. Driving past her mama’s old building. Asking questions, he never got answers to. Eventually, he stopped asking.

But he never stopped hurting.

Now, here he was—damn near three years later—staring at a photograph like it held the secret to his sanity. He glanced over at the nightstand, at the small torn slip of paper sitting next to his phone. Her number. Scribbled by hand. How he got it wasn’t important. That he had it was.

He’d looked at that number every night since it was given to him. Thumb hovering. Heart pounding. Tongue heavy with unsaid words.

Should he call? But why? She had come back home and pretended she didn’t know him. Like she didn’t remember what life was like when they lived it together.

Jey’s jaw clenched. The ache in his chest warped into something sharp and mean. Sadness gave way to anger, like it always did. Because she left him. She didn’t fight for them. She didn’t look back.

She killed the last good piece of him.

And still… he couldn’t bring himself to hate her. Couldn’t forget how warm her skin felt under his fingertips, how her voice used to calm the worst storms in his head. She was his soft place. His safe place.

And he was just some chapter she closed and never reopened.

A soft knock came.

His hand trembled as he shoved the picture, the phone, and the slip of paper into the drawer, slamming it shut just as the door cracked open.

“Damn, Tutor! Don’t come in until I say it’s okay!”

The words flew out like bullets. Sharp. Reckless. And they landed.

Tutor froze, halfway in the room, wide-eyed like she’d been caught doing something wrong.

“I—I was just coming to tell you Damian is here.” Her voice was soft. Small.

Jey’s shoulders dropped. He could see the way she tensed when he raised his voice, and that guilt crept in again like smoke under a locked door.

He wiped at his face quickly, clearing away the remnants of grief, and crossed the room. He pulled her into his arms, the gesture gentle, but distant.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he murmured against her temple. “I’m just going through some shit right now. Tell Damian to chill. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Tutor nodded; lips pressed into a tight line. She didn’t say anything else—just turned and left the room, leaving the scent of her lavender lotion behind.

Jey sat back on the bed.

He had tried to move forward. Had done everything right by Tutor. But something about that picture. Something about Nyeya being so close was dragging him backward, fast and hard.

He stared at the closed drawer.

And deep down, he knew he wasn’t ready to let her go.

----

June 19th 2002 (Wednesday)

I got ready earlier than usual. Wet N’ Wild Wednesday was Mocha’s favorite night to work, and she swore money flowed like liquor. Said the drink specials put the customers in a good mood, and the half-price food made them generous.

“You know men love to eat cheap and tip like they rich when they saving money,” she told me last week, fanning herself and laughing like she knew something I didn’t.

I believed her.

Saturday and Sunday had been solid. Especially Saturday—Andrzej came through, dropped two bands on me over the course of two hours like it was nothing. I danced, laughed at his jokes, let my fingertips trail his jaw when the lights got low. He hadn’t called since, but I remembered him saying he was going out of town. Promised to hit me when he touched back down. I wasn’t mad at it. His absence gave me space to find more regulars.

I packed my duffle with care—two outfits, heels, lotion, perfume, makeup, wipes, gum, money bags, all of it laid out before I zipped it up. Mama had done my hair earlier that day, sat behind me on the couch with a parting comb and glue like I was still sixteen. She added just enough hair for volume and length.

“If you gon’ wear it long, it need to be full too,” she’d said. She didn’t ask where I was going that night, just hummed along to Betty Wright as she added tracks. Her silence was her permission.

The drive to Sugah’s was smooth after I cleared the stop-and-go on the Loop. I pulled into my usual spot—front row, no markings, but always open like it was waiting on me. Gee was at the door, tall and stocky with his cap pulled low.

He looked up and grinned. “Aye, Miss Lady. You early today.”

“Trying to get ahead of the game,” I told him, grabbing my bag from the passenger seat.

He nodded. “Good move. You know what they say—early girl gets the green.”

I laughed. “That’s not what they say, Gee.”

“It is now,” he grinned.

----

Inside, Sugah’s already had a few folks lounging with wings on the tables, Hennessey in plastic cups, music low like the night was still stretching itself out.

I caught Tommi’s eye behind the bar. She winked and mouthed, Hey, baby. I winked back.

In the dressing room, the day shift dancers were wrapping up. I spoke to a few of them on my way in—faces I’d come to recognize, even if I didn’t know their real names. Miss Tina, the day house mom, smiled as I passed.

“Locker four’s open if you want it, baby.”

“Thank you, Miss Tina.”

I was halfway through doing my makeup when Mocha came in, bouncing like she already made some money and was looking for more. Her hair was in a high ponytail, outfit glittery and pink, matching her lip gloss.

She spotted me and grinned, dropping her bag beside mine. “Hey girl. I’m glad you came early! I always do numbers on Wednesdays.”

“You sure sold me on it,” I told her, applying eyeshadow. “We’ll see if I can keep up.”

Mocha pulled off her hoodie and smirked. “You gon’ keep up. You might even find you some regulars like me.”

I raised a brow, turning toward her. “How many you got now?”

She looked at me like she’d been waiting for me to ask.

“Well, first, I got this one dude who don’t talk much. He just come in, sit back, and let me dance. I don’t gotta do much but move slow and keep eye contact. He tip good though—like, hundred-a-song good.”

I nodded. “That’s a blessing.”

“Girl, then I got this other one—he in the streets. Cool dude. Got jokes, smell good. Always talking slick, but he tip heavy, so I let him. I mean, he got a few girls he rotate between. He ain’t just mine, but when he in my section, he locked in.”

I caught the shift in her tone. That little edge of something that felt like low-key jealousy. “You don’t like sharing, huh?”

She smirked. “I like money, but yea, I want my own. We all do.”

I didn’t say anything. I just kept blending my eyeshadow. In this line of work, nothing belonged to nobody for long. Men came and went like blunts being passed around in a group session.

A few minutes later, Miss Tina poked her head in. “Noir, you up if you ready.”

Mocha stood with me, stretching her arms.

“I’m about to do tables,” she said. “I’ll be watching.”

I nodded. “Wish me luck.”

“You don’t need luck, boo. Just go be pretty and collect what’s yours,” she hyped.

And with that, I walked toward the light. The bass thumped low, and I moved with it, every step a little reminder of why I came—money, freedom, control.

The world behind the velvet curtain belonged to me now.

----

Mystikal’s "Shake Ya Ass” hit the speakers like a slap on the back, and just like that, I switched on. The green two-piece wrapped around my hips tight, pleasers laced high, matching the money-colored lights that skimmed across the stage. I strutted like the floor owed me, grabbing the pole with one hand, spinning slow, knees bent, arms flexed, catching the beat like I had been born in it.

The crowd started slowly, a few bills here and there. But once I hit that first drop into a full split and snapped back up, the money came. Thin paper slaps against the stage. I didn’t even look at their faces. I didn’t need to. They were mine for that song, and they knew it.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Mocha in motion. She was in front of a booth, body bending smooth, her back to me. I couldn’t see who she was dancing for, but judging by how he was throwing that money, she’d locked him in for the night. It was always good when one of us got paid.

Sugah came to the stage toward the end of my first song, nodding to the DJ. A signal. He wanted me to do another set. Something I had grown accustomed to. So, I didn’t mind. I was in the zone. My body moved like it had its own beat separate from the music—slow, sensual, teasing one second, wild and sharp the next.

When I finally stepped off, I was glowing and glistening, my skin sticking to itself in places, my chest heaving with every breath. My fingers were damp with money. I gathered it up quickly along with the help of a sweeper before slipping off to the back, in desperate need of a towel, a drink, and some food.

Backstage, Miss Deb was in full swing. She had her little folding table set up like she always did, foil pans lined up tight. Sugah had food at the bar too, but if you weren’t a paying customer, you had to cough up full price. Sugah was good for a lot of things, but being generous wasn’t one of them. His ass was cheap.

If the dancers wanted to eat, we paid the same as the men tossing bills. That’s where Miss Deb came in.

“For ten dollars,” she called from her chair, “I got wings, Rotel, and one of those cold peach pops from the fridge.”

“Make me a plate,” I said, fanning myself. “You want a tip in advance or after I lick my fingers?”

She smirked. “Tip me now. That way if you get too full and lazy to come back, I already got mine.”

I laughed, pulling out a twenty. I didn’t have to tip her that much, but I always did. Miss Deb had been feeding strippers for years. Getting them through them long nights on the job. And the food was good as hell I had come to learn.

I sat down and tore into that Rotel like it was my first meal of the day. Wings too. They were hot and seasoned with love and a little spice. Probably the same way Deb seasoned her advice.

----

By nine, the crowd had tripled. Packed from the booths to the stage, music vibrating the floor beneath my heels. Beauty was on stage now, spinning slowly, her long legs glittering under the lights. Her curls swung across her bare back as she turned, and I felt like throwing money too. That girl was a walking daydream.

I was halfway done with my soda when Sugah came strolling through the hallway, wiping sweat from his forehead like he’d been working harder than us.

“Noir,” he said, eyes scanning the dressing room. “VIP request. You up.”

My heart flipped once, just enough to catch my attention.

“Give me five,” I said, standing up.

VIP room money meant a patron had paid a house fee to get privacy. It usually meant they were serious and most likely generous. I wasn’t about to roll in there half-stepping.

I changed into my rhinestone mesh cover-up, letting it cling over a metallic silver two-piece that shimmered like a disco ball under the light. I re-oiled my thighs, dusted my chest with just a pinch more shimmer, then ran gloss over my lips.

A last look in the mirror told me everything was in place. I was ready to get this money.

As I walked through the curtain toward the VIP rooms, I offered up a little whisper to God, asking him to let something good come from this.

I pulled back the velvet curtain, smile already on my lips.

But it didn’t stay there. My breath caught in my throat like it had something to hide.

Because sitting there, calm and cool was… Solo.

----

I held my hand over my mouth like that would stop the scream threatening to escape. Solo was sitting dead center on the velvet loveseat, arms spread, legs open—like he had every right to be there. Like this was his room and I had just walked in on him.

I froze in place. My feet refused to move. That Rotel and Wings started trying to fight back against the tightening of my stomach. I had to blink a few times because this couldn’t be happening.

He was the last person I expected to see in this room.

I wanted to run. Everything in me told me to get out of that room, out of that club, and out of this whole damn city if I could. But I couldn’t lose this job. I had bills coming and a lease I was praying would go through.

So, I stood there, awkward, half-dressed in rhinestones and glitter, trying to shrink myself enough to disappear. I looked anywhere but at him.

“Nye,” he said casually, voice calm like he didn’t just knock the wind out of me. “You might as well come on in the room. Sugah done already took my money.”

My chest was rising and falling way too fast. I rubbed at my temples, trying to calm the thoughts tumbling around, but it was no use. I was spiraling. Solo sitting in that seat was so far off the radar it should’ve been on the moon.

Hell, it was the last thing I ever wanted. He was the quiet one. The one who watched more than he spoke. He noticed things. I didn’t need him noticing me like this.

I finally forced myself to speak, taking a step further inside. “Solo, what the fuck?”

He chuckled like this was a joke to him, which only made me glare harder.

He held both hands up in mock surrender. “Shit, you lucky it was me and not the others that came up in here tonight.”

I sighed loudly before I walked over and flopped onto the seat beside him. He slid over, giving me space, and I was thankful for that small mercy.

I turned my head his way without fully looking at him. “How long you been here?”

There was a pause like he was thinking about it before answering. “I got here before your first set.”

I groaned as I covered my face with both hands and exhaled into my palms. That meant he saw everything. The spins. The crawl. The way I arched and stretched and moved like my rent depended on it—because it did.

I shot him a sharp look, and he only smirked, like I couldn’t shake him if I tried. I leaned forward and grabbed his filled shot glass from the little table in front of us. He didn’t stop me. I threw it back, letting the liquor sting its way down my throat. I needed it more than he did.

I swallowed hard. “Tell me why this club? Y’all got plenty clubs in Prada Boi territory y’all can patronize.”

Solo shrugged, grabbing the empty glass out my hand. “Man, them clubs run down and so are the women. It’s nicer out here.”

That sounded like a rehearsed answer. I let it be, even though it didn’t sit right with me for some reason. The quiet stretched between us, filled only by the thump of the bass outside the curtain.

Solo poured himself another shot, downed it, then looked at me like he knew I had something on my mind.

I did. So, I braced myself for what I was about to ask next.

“So—”

He cut me off. “Nye, I ain’t gon’ say nothing. I won’t mess up ya money like that.” His eyes met mine, steady and soft. “But if I was you, I wouldn’t work Wednesdays or Thursdays no more.”

Something about the way he said it made me believe him. I nodded once, mumbling a quiet, ‘thank you’.

He went silent again. Just leaned back and finished the brown liquor he had poured some more of like we were sitting in a living room instead of a strip club VIP room where I was supposed to be dancing for him.

I sat with that for a beat before coming to terms with what had to happen next. I slapped my thighs gently, about to stand and do what I came back here to do, but Solo caught my elbow. His grip was firm but gentle. He let go when our eyes met.  

“Nah,” he said, voice barely above the music. “I didn’t come back here for that. Chill.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. That’s when he turned slightly to reached over to the other side of him and dropped two bands on the table in front of us.

My eyes traveled between the bands and him. Unexpected.

He didn’t say a word.  And neither did I. But I caught that smirk on his lips.

----

I honestly didn’t know how to feel. That was the only honest thing I could say about what just happened.

Solo?

Out of all people, him?

He was never ugly. That was never the problem. He looked like his brothers—same strong brow, same thick lashes, same lips that always looked like they had something to say but wouldn’t. That was probably what had me the most on edge. The resemblance. The reminder.

My hand moved before I could think better of it. I picked up the bottle he left behind and took three long pulls like it owed me something. The burn coated my throat, but I didn’t wince. I needed that burn. It reminded me I was awake and this was reality.

It led to that blurry edge of feeling that came right before I started asking myself questions I know I didn’t want answers to.

I leaned back on the velvet, legs crossed, pleasers tapping the edge of the table with my eyes on the ceiling like it might give me a sign. The room was dim. Purple light pulsed from the corners. The beat from the DJ booth outside bled into the room, low and steady—some remix of “No Diggity.”

The bass vibrated under my thighs.

I don’t know if it was the liquor coming alive in my veins or just me being a glutton for punishment, but the silence started pressing down on me. So, I broke it.

“Solo,” I said, looking toward the door. “Why’d you look at me like that the other night?”

There was a slight pause before he answered. Maybe because he didn’t expect the question. Maybe because he didn’t care to lie.

He turned his head slowly, eyes low, but focused. “You really want the answer to that?”

I looked at him then, eyes narrowed. “Yeah. I do.”

A crooked smile pulled at his lips—lazy and confident as his eyes travelled the length of me until they landed back on mines.

“I like what I see.”

There was no hesitation on his end. Just truth. Laid out plain between us like he didn’t just throw a match at something flammable.

My mouth parted before I realized it, and I hated that. I also hated how he didn’t have to try hard to leave me speechless. And what I hated most of all was that a part of me wanted to ask what exactly he saw that had him ready to cross a line he couldn’t come back from.

Not while Jey was breathing.

But that was crossing a line. I couldn’t take it there. Or rather I wouldn't.

He finished off the last of the liquor from the bottle, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and didn’t say another word. Just reached beside him again and dropped three more bands on top of the two already there. The sound of money hitting the table was louder than the music somehow.

A message given, loud and clear.

I watched him rise to his feet, steadier than I expected him to. He walked to the curtain; the same one I’d walked through with high expectations that didn’t include this.

He paused, looking back.

“Get home safe, Nye.”

That voice. I could feel it settle somewhere between my ears and my chest.

“You too,” I murmured, but he was already gone.

I sat there for a second longer, just long enough to collect myself and all the versions of me that had walked into that room.

Then I scooped up my money, pressed it to my chest like armor, and walked back to the locker room. I had to get out of there.

Everything was a blur after that.

I changed, packed my duffle, and tipped out, said my goodbyes to those I crossed with a smile that didn’t meet my eyes, and left the club truly questioning if I wanted to walk back through those doors again.

But one thing was for sure now.

And it wasn't until I finally got into the safety of my room something became very clear to me. Things were changing. And it was probably for the worse.

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[prettyfilmz]

PHYSICAL TOUCH • JEY USO

authors note: we have officially made it to the end of the love language series. thank you all so much for the support I have gained, it really means the world to me that you all love what i write and knowing some of my favorite authors on here love it too. sorry for taking so damn long to update, school has been kicking your girl's ass and I was really finding it hard to write during it all. but alas we made it!! I decided to end this series the same way I started it...with my baby jey uso. you are in for a treat with this one as this is the longest one shot i've written in the series🤭 well, don't let me keep you too long. without further a due, happy reading my loves and once again thank you💗🎀 p.s. jey looks so sexy with his red and black gear for survivor series🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

summary: jey don't wanna be "just a friend" to you anymore.

tags: 18+ (MDNI), written with black woman in mind, friends who really like each other, smoking, fluff, jey is obsessed with you, dirty talk, unprotected sex, car sex, kissing, biting (slight), small bits of roughness, overstimulation, oral (fem receiving), daddy kink,praise, this is goofy lovey dovey shit x10000.

word count: 2.7k words

now playing: red light special - tlc

it’s midnight. the air is crisp with the cool breath of late november, cool enough to give goosebumps but still not enough to bite.  you’re sitting low in the passenger seat of jey’s sleek black charger, legs crossed and dipped in the glow of the dashboard lights.  the subtle scent of ‘black ice’ air freshener mixes well with the slow haze of smoke curling from the joint between your fingers.

jey is sitting easy in his driver’s seat, one hand draped on the wheel, the other arm resting along the back of your seat, fingers casually brushing your shoulder.  his signature chain glints in the dim light from the street lamps as they pass, the soft rumble of the car’s engine making everything feel muted, more… intimate.

you exhale a slow, lazy stream of smoke out the cracked window, watching the way the city lights smear into streaks as the charger cruises down an empty street. a gentle r&b song played low in the speakers, its lyrics matching the faint thrum of tension hanging between the two of you.

“you gon’ pass that or hold it hostage, mama?” jey’s voice cuts through the thick quiet, low and teasing, making heat spark low in your belly.

you glance at him through your lashes, lips quirking into a small smirk.  “why? you need it more than me, greedy?”

he leans over slightly, closing the gap between you, his face a little too close, soft brown eyes locked on yours.  “oh I need somethin’, alright.” his grin is sharp but playful, that familiar flirtation slipping from his lips as easy as breathing.

you roll your eyes, even though a shiver crawls down your spine.  you flick the joint between your fingers, teasing, before finally passing it to him.  his fingertips graze yours when he takes it, the brief touch buzzing through you like a shock of electricity.

the air in the car shifts, as it always does when it’s just the two of you, hovering somewhere between platonic and dangerous.  it’s always been like this for years—friends who flirt too much, share too much, maybe fuck love each other too much.  it got complicated when you started seeing someone else, tried to shut that part of you down.  but now that’s over, and things have been creeping back to where they were.  no labels, just...  whatever this is.

jey takes a slow pull from the joint, his gaze never leaving you.  his lips wrap around it just so, and you hate how your thighs press together on instinct, an action he catches easily.

he smirks as he exhales, letting the smoke drift lazily out the window.  “missed this, you know.  just me and you. you ain't gotta act all tough around me, honey.”

your heart stumbles a little at the softness in his voice, but you keep your cool, leaning back against your seat like his words didn’t hit as deep as they did.  “you're getting soft on me,” you tease, smirking.

jey chuckles in return, shaking his head as he taps ash from the joint.  “yeah, yeah. but you love that shit, don't lie." his hand slides from the back of your seat to rest on your thigh, heavy and warm, thumb brushing idly over the curve just below your skirt.  the touch is familiar, claiming, like he’s always known you’d end up right back here.

you don't attempt to move his hand. instead, you settle into the weight of it, the warmth of his large palm massaging your skin,  biting your bottom lip to hide the little smile threatening to creep across your face. he’s watching you too close, like he is reading all of your thoughts.  and maybe he is—jey’s always known how to read you well with just a look.

he leans a little closer again, voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always gets you into trouble.  “come here.”

you glance at him, the warmth in your chest spreading fast, and you know where this is headed.  you could pretend you don’t.  you could play coy.  but you don’t want to. not with him. not tonight.

instead, you lean in, and jey meets you halfway, his lips brushing yours once, twice, before he kisses you properly.  it's slow and deliberate, a kiss that feels like a reminder—like he’s been waiting for this, waiting for you.

his hand tightens on your thigh, and you sigh against his mouth, your lips parting for him, his tongue sliding against yours, deepening the kiss until you’re clinging to the front of his hoodie, breathing him in like the smoke lingering in the car.

he pulls back just enough to press his forehead to yours, both of you catching your breath.  his hand drifts higher on your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt with ease.  “I ever tell you how bad I missed you, baby?”

you hum, tilting your head to nip gently at his bottom lip.  “maybe? it would be better if you show me. ”

jey groans low in his throat, his hand leaving your thigh to grab the back of your neck, pulling you into another kiss—hungrier this time, all teeth and tongue. his free hand grips your thigh again, fingers digging into your skin.

he breaks the kiss to drag his lips down your neck, biting gently at the spot just beneath your ear that always makes you purr.  you gasp, arching against him, and he chuckles against your skin, his voice low and wrecked.  “that’s it, mama. I got you.”

your mind is already hazy, inebriated in the way his hands and mouth paint your body like a canvas, but it’s just the foreplay.  his fingers trail higher, brushing the edge of your panties, and you shiver, your breath stuttering out in a soft moan.

“you want this?” he murmurs against your neck, his thumb slipping beneath the damp fabric to tease you.  “words, baby.”

“yeah,” you breathe, barely able to form the word.  “please, jey.”

he grins against your skin, kissing you again as his fingers slip between your thighs, parting your lower lips easily. he groans softly at how wet you are, dragging his fingers through your slick folds with a slow, deliberate touch that makes your head fall back against the seat.

“look at you,” he mutters, voice thick with praise.  “so fuckin’ wet for me and I ain’ even taste her yet.”

you whimper, hips bucking against his hand, and he chuckles low in his throat, loving how desperate you are for him.

“you gon’ let me taste her, mama?” he asks, already pulling back enough to maneuver between your legs, carefully leaning over the gear shift so he’s fully in your space.

you don’t even have time to respond before he’s tugging your skirt and panties down, throwing them carelessly into the back seat.  his hands are on your thighs, spreading you wide, your pussy exposed, and glistening for his eyes only.

jey doesn’t hesitate. he dives in, tongue skillfully dragging through your silky folds with a hunger that leaves you breathless, thighs trembling. he eats you like your pussy is the lifeline that is keeping him alive, switching between sucking your clit and fucking your tight quivering hole with his tongue, the sounds are lewd and obscene which only heightens the pleasure for you two.

“s-hit,” you moan, fingers tangling in his hair as your hips grind your cunt against his mouth. he groans in response, the vibration of it making you cry out, the pressure building fast and sharp between your thighs.

“that's it sweetheart,” he murmurs between licks, his voice dripping with praise.  “you taste so sweet, baby. missed this pussy so much.”

you’re close—so close you can feel the knot tightening in your abdomen. your thighs clamp around his head, sputtering expletives and jey doesn’t let up, gripping your hips to keep you right where he wants you.

“come on, mama,” he urges, voice rough and low against you. “make a mess on me.”

that’s all it takes. your orgasm crashes over you, and you cry, back arching as you ride the wave of pleasure, jey holding you through it, his tongue relentless against your clit until you’re shaking, begging him to stop.

but he doesn’t.  he grins up at you, wicked and smug, and keeps going, sending you spiraling into another orgasm before you can even catch your breath.

“j-jey! w..wa-ait” you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as your body shakes with overstimulation.

“shhh, I got you,” he soothes, but his grin says otherwise—more like he loves seeing you fall apart for him, that he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

and when he finally pulls back, lips and beard glistening with your juices, he leans in close, brushing his mouth against yours.

“you good, baby?” he asks, soft and playful, like he wasn’t worshipping you in between your thighs moments earlier.

all you could do is nod, breathless, and he kisses you again, allowing you to taste the sweet tanginess of yourself on his lips and tongue.

jey pulls back from the kiss, eyes heavy-lidded, but that cocky  grin of his never fades. he leans back in the driver’s seat, hands casually resting on the curve of your thighs, spreading them just enough to tease you with his gaze.  the warmth of your release is still causing your pussy to throb, but it’s not enough to fully satiate your lust. and with the way jey is gazes at you, he knows it too.

“come here, mama," jey murmurs, giving your thigh a quick slap. 

with a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, you shift over the console and climb into his lap.  you’re grateful for the roomy interior of the charger as you straddle him, thighs bracketing his hips.  he leans back, hands already roaming up your waist, under your top, squeezing at the soft globes of your breasts like he’s trying to memorize the feel of you.

“you comfy, baby?” he teases, palms pressing into your ass, grinding your bare pussy down against the thick bulge in his sweats. the friction makes both of you groan, and you can’t help the way your body moves on its own, rolling your hips against him.

jey bites his bottom lip, eyes locked on where you grind against him, the wet drag of your pussy staining the fabric of his sweats.  “fuck," he mutters, head falling back against the seat.  “you gon’ ride me just like that?  huh, baby?  make a mess all over me?"

you grin, the pressured heat between your legs building again.  “you always did like it messy.”

his fingers dig into your hips as he presses himself up against you, just enough to make you gasp.  “you know I like you,” he says, voice rough.  “always did."

the words hit you deep—more than they should—and for a second, the weight of them hangs in the air between you.  but you’re not here to talk about feelings, and jey knows it too.

he shifts under you, hand slipping down to stroke himself through his sweats.  “c’mon, baby.  take care of daddy.”

you slide a hand between your bodies, finding the waistband of his sweats and boxers, tugging them down just enough to free him. his cock springs free, thick and already leaking precum, and the sight of it causes you to slightly drool.  you wrap your fingers around him, stroking slowly, teasing, loving the way his breath stutters beneath you.

“damn, mama,” he groans, his grip tightening on your hips.  “you tryna kill me?”

you smile mischievously.  “maybe.” but you don’t play around with him—this isn’t about teasing, not tonight.

you lift yourself up, lining him up with your entrance, and he watches you with brown, half-lidded eyes, pink lips parted as he waits for you to sink down on him.  and when you do, the pleasurable stretch steals both of your breaths.

“fuck, baby,” jey groans, hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as you take him inch by inch, slow and deliberate.  “that’s it...fuckin' perfect. you always take me so good, mama."

the praise hits you like a drug, making you moan as you bottom out, his cock buried deep inside you. you pause for a moment, adjusting to the stretch, and jey's hands roam your body like he can’t get enough of you—palming your ass, squeezing your waist, his thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts under your top.

“look at you," he murmurs, voice thick and filled with something dangerously close to awe. “this pussy was made just for me, huh?"

you roll your hips, slow and deliberate, grinding down on him until he curses under his breath, head falling back against the seat again.  “uh huh,” you whisper, leaning in close to kiss behind his ear, sucking on the lobe.  “all yours, daddy.”

the growl that rumbles from his chest is damn near primal. his hands grip your hips hard, guiding you into a rhythm that’s slow and heavenly, each roll of your hips dragging him deeper into you. the air between you is thick with heat, every breath shared, every moan swallowed by the other’s mouth as you kiss again, messy and uncoordinated.

“that’s it, baby," he groans, breaking the kiss to suck a mark into your neck.  “fuck yourself on me. just like that. good fucking girl.”

you gasp as his teeth graze your skin, the sharp sensation shooting straight to your swollen clit. as if he can read your body, his hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your clit with expert precision, circling it in time with the roll of your hips.

“cum for me again, mama,” he murmurs, voice low and coaxing.  “lemme feel you cum on this dick.”

you can’t hold back—not with the way he’s filling you so perfectly, not with the way his thumb works your clit like it’s second nature, and certainly not with how the head of his cock presses deliciously against your g spot. your orgasm hits you fast and hard, your whole body tensing as you cry out, nails digging into his shoulders as you gush all over him.

“that’s my good girl," jey groans, grinding up into you as your warm gummy walls clamp down around him.  “makin’ a mess all over this dick.”

you’re still trembling from the aftershocks of your climax when jey’s grip on your hips tightens, and suddenly he’s fucking up into you, chasing his own release with rough, desperate thrusts causing you to whine.

“uh uh, take it, baby,” he growls through gritted teeth, hands locked on your hips as he drives into you, relishing in your choked sobs.  “gon' fill this pussy up.  you want that, honey? want me to cum in daddy’s pussy?”

“y-yessss,” you mewl, head burying itself in his neck as you grind against him, every nerve in your body on fire.  “please, daddy. cum in me please.”

the sound he makes is beautiful as he slams into you one last time, his hips stuttering as he spills his warm thick load into you, flooding your womb with his seed.

“shit,” he mutters, chest heaving, forehead falling to rest against your shoulder as you both catch your breath.

for a moment, the only sound in the car besides a song playing on low volume is the harsh rhythm of your breathing, the scent of sweat and sex mingling with the lingering haze of smoke.

you stay like that for a while, tangled together, your body still humming from the high of it all. jey’s hands roam lazily over your back, soothing, grounding, bringing you back down to earth and you can’t help but melt into him a little more.

eventually, he presses a lazy kiss to your shoulder, grinning against your skin.  “told you I missed you girl.”

you laugh, breathless and light, brushing a hand through his hair.  “you’re so dumb.”

jey leans back just enough to look at you, his grin wide and boyish, the mischievous glint in his eye making your heart skip.  “yeah, but you love my dumbass.”

and damn it, he’s right.

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[bloodlineslut]

FaceTime Calls l Jey Uso

Pairings: Jey Uso x black! reader

Warnings: fluff, cyber sex, slight description of sex positions, slight daddy kink

Summary: While Jey is away doing a WWE live event, you stay up late thinking about him, but he FaceTimes you so ya’ll can "talk."

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Jey is my baby, like i just really want the best for him so bad. so here's a bunch of fluff and some slight smut lol

You were looking at your reflection in the phone as you called Jey on FaceTime. It quickly said “Connecting…” and you saw your fine ass man laying down in his hotel bed.

“Wassup mama? I miss you.” His groggy voice echoed through your phone speakers, like Heaven to your ears.

“Hi my pookie! I miss you so much Jey…” You pouted your lips.

Jey sat up in his bed, resting his back against the headboard while he took in your beauty as you talked.

“Bae you look so damn good. Mm.” He stroked his beard and bit his bottom lip.

“Boy I look a mess in this bonnet.” You sassily remark but smile at his never-ending compliments of you.

“You know I don’t care about allat, girl. Anyway, what you been doing? You still been going to that pilates?”

“I went…once. Them other girls in there were not nice. So I just stopped going.” You explained to Jey that when you tried to talk to the other girls for small talk, they straight up ignored you. It took everything in you to not leave the class right then and there.

“Baby don’t even worry about that. Them other girls probably look like who did it and why. They be jealous of girls like you because you’re beautiful.” He gently spoke positivity into you while he sat his phone against something to sit it up while he walks to the fridge to get a bottle of water and some popcorn.

He looked so good without a shirt on. All he had on was black sweatpants and his Yeet chain that a lovely fan gave to him.

“Yea, you’re right, but damn that shit be hurtin’. I miss working out with you, though. I like it better than pilates.” Jey comes back into the frame and sits back against the headboard. He turned the lamp that was sitting on his nightstand on so you could see him better.

“I know mama. I be getting you right, huh?” He pops some popcorn into his mouth.

His amusing cockiness makes you roll your eyes, but a laugh slips out unwillingly. “You think you’re so funny huh babe? What kind of popcorn is that? It better not be no ‘extra butter’.”

“Girl this is ‘Skinny Pop’ don’t trip. I took the rest of ‘em from the pantry before I left.” He smacked his pearly white teeth and smiled at the phone.

“Oh so that’s where they went? You had me thinking I was trippin’!” You honestly thought that you had ate the last 3 bags without remembering that you did.

“My bad baby. Aye what you got on? I’m tryna see sum’…” He looks deeper in the phone as if he could see outside of the frame.

You giggle at his flirting. “Your T-shirt.” You move the camera farther away so he can see that it was his blue Yeet T-shirt.

“Mm mm mm. What else you got on?” He presses, still popping popcorn into his mouth, but more dramatically this time, making you shake your head. He was so goofy.

“Those pink panties you got me for Valentine’s Day…” You say, a little shy now.

The thing with Jey was that even though you two had been together for a while, he could slut you out in the bedroom, and you still got shy around him from time to time.

“Let me see.” He lowly says, picking up his phone and bringing it closer to his handsome face.

You sighed and smacked your teeth, but you actually enjoyed showing him little peeks of your body like this when he’s away.

You pushed the comforter back to free your legs and pulled your shirt up above your hips. Next, you put the camera on the lacey pink panties to be in the frame.

“…Damn baby. You’re so sexy. I’m telling you right now, if I was there, allat would be gone. Off. Across the room.” He moved his arm like he was throwing something across the room.

“Oh really?” You responded to his boldness, biting on your nail and squeezing your thighs together. “What would you do big Daddy?”

“Man…I’d put them soft, sexy thighs on my shoulders and eat you out ‘til you come, baby.” He licked his lips and stroked his chin, imagining the sight. You were about to respond but he kept going with his fantasy.

“And I know you like to do that running shit. Ain’t gon’ be none of that. You gon’ lay there and take it like a good girl, forreal.”

“Jey!” You gasp, so turned on and excited at his description of what he’d like to do to you.

“What? I’m just being honest. What would you do?” He runs his fingers through his hair and rests his head against his arm that was now against the headboard.

“Huh?”

“Tell me what you’d do if I was there.”

You were never a vocal person during sex, but Jey sure brought out that side of you.

He would always say things like:

“Come on mama, tell me how good it feels.”

“I know baby, I know. Just let it out.”

“Yeah? Say that again.”

“Please what? Go ‘head baby, tell me what you want.”

“…I would suck your dick.” You gather the courage to explicitly state your desires to him, making him smile proudly.

“Yeah? Damn mama. You got me all hard and shit. When I come back home, you gon’ ride me?”

You move the phone’s camera off of your face as you silently screamed into the pillow. Just anything sexual he said was enough to drive you crazy. As you were about to reply ‘yes’, he asked another question.

“Or you want me to bend you over the bed and fuck you like that? You know I’m down with whatever.” He says with so much calmness that it was as if he was asking you what you wanted to eat for dinner.

“I wanna ride you Daddy…” You respond, the camera still not on your face, providing a bit more confidence in your replies.

“Nah nah. Put that camera back on your face. I don’t know why you be getting so shy.” His voice had gotten a bit deeper and you saw the constant movement of his arm in the bottom corner of the screen.

“Jey, oouu you so nasty.” You giggle at the pleasure on his face.

“Be quiet. You tryna take them panties off and be nasty with me or…?”

You didn’t even answer as you indeed did take the panties off and while you both reached ecstasy, Jey talking you through your pleasure, making you wish he could come home sooner.

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➔ Pairing — Jey Uso ♡ f!Reader ♡ Rhea Ripley ➔ Summary — Jey and his girlfriend get the surprise of their lives when Rhea decides to join them. ➔ Word Count — 2.9k 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Threesome (m ♡ f, f ♡ f, m ♡ f ♡ f), oral m and f receiving, thigh-riding, sex, cum, dirty talk, marijuana, alcohol 18+ ➔ Notes — Since there are two women involved, it’s difficult to leave the Reader nameless, so I’m just gonna call her Baby. ➔ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ➔ Requested By — @tori143da. Hope you enjoy! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST

The drinks were flowing, a few joints were passed around, and the party was in full swing to celebrate Jey’s championship win. His girlfriend, Baby, of course, was on his lap, arm around his shoulders, favorite drink in hand, pink Yeet sunglasses shielding her bleary eyes, taking the scene in around her. Rhea was on the other side of Jey, just over the fence of buzzed, giggling at something Damian, who was sitting on the floor beside her, spliff in hand, said. Various superstars were sprinkled throughout the moderately sized hotel room, making the space seem that much smaller, the air that much thicker, and the tension that much more palpable. She knew she and Jey would fuck before the night was over, and she’d bet her lunch money that he’d want to wear the title while they did it, which was perfectly fine with her, considering how incredibly fine her boyfriend looked wearing that belt. Especially with the new blue embellishments. 

But as often as she was checking out Jey, her eyes couldn’t help but drift to Rhea. The raven-haired beauty was often a topic of conversation between the couple, and just as often, an aphrodisiac of sorts, since seeing her in painted-on leggings or barely-there ring gear sent the couple’s libido into overdrive. They talked about her while they fucked—Jey fucking his girlfriend while Rhea rode her face was a popular fantasy, and a close second was having the women make out around Jey’s cock. But really, anything involving Rhea Ripley was enough to make them both cum all over each other.

Baby took a moment to appreciate the beautiful fantasy that was lying between Rhea’s brawny thighs and licking her into oblivion, and when she came back to herself and the hotel room and Jey’s lap, she realized that not only had she been staring at Rhea, but Rhea had noticed, and was staring right back. She licked those thick, perfect lips that she’d recently cleared of all makeup, and winked. She winked, and Baby nearly fell to the floor. Rhea nodded, and it was like she was a tractor beam, drawing the other woman to her like a magnet as she slid off Jey’s lap and onto Rhea’s. Her boyfriend’s hands held tight to her waist until he figured out exactly where she was going, and then he relinquished his grip. The people who noticed whooped and hollered, but the women paid them no mind. Rhea wrapped an arm around Baby’s waist, cradling the smaller woman’s face, long nails tickling her cheek. Baby delicately pressed their lips together, testing the waters, and Rhea responded with vigor, deepening the kiss, hand slipping from Baby’s cheek to the back of her head, grip tightening on her hip.

“Damn, girl,” Jey growled into her ear, and she moaned into Rhea’s mouth. “Want me to kick ‘em out?”

She and Rhea opened their eyes at the same time, pausing their kiss to grin at each other, and they nodded in unison. Jey was up immediately, herding their guests to the door, letting them know they didn’t have to go back to their rooms, but they had to get the hell out of this one. Damian took a moment to have a private conversation with Jey, and Baby could only guess he was asking to stay and watch. She couldn’t blame him—he’d watched she and Jey fuck before while he jerked off in the chair across the room. But Jey turned him down without discussing it with either woman, and the smiles and relaxation that swept over them told him he’d made the right decision.

He returned to his original seat after removing his shirt and grabbing the Intercontinental title from the bed so he could then strap it around his waist. “Why don’t y’all come over here?” he asked. “I promise y’all keep kissin’.”

The women snickered, kissing just a moment longer before turning to Jey. They crawled over to him, each straddling a thigh, and Jey’s widened eyes were almost comical. Rhea and Baby seemed to be feeding off one another already as they leaned forward to kiss his cheek, down his jaw and to his neck where their kisses and licks were more out of sync and therefore more stimulating. Jey thrust his hips at the air as he turned his head to kiss his girlfriend, their tongues doing most of the work, and her own hips started to grind on his meaty thigh. Rhea moaned at the display, sucking on Jey’s neck, and everybody felt when her hips gyrated.

“Come here, come here,” Jey mumbled, clutching the women’s chins gently as he directed all three of their tongues to meet in the middle. Baby whined, Rhea purred, and Jey chuckled. “Fuck yeah,” he said, gently separating them and urging them to continue kissing. “Now ride these thighs.”

The women’s tongues collided before their lips, and as the kiss intensified, their hips naturally, and slowly at first, rocked back and forth. Jey’s hands were all over both of them, ultimately fondling their breasts where he discovered both of Rhea’s nipples were pierced. “Oh, my god,” Jey gushed, “touch ‘em, Baby. Knew they was pierced.”

Rhea and Baby giggled.

“You didn’t think they were?” Rhea asked her.

“Honestly, if I sat down and started thinking about what you have pierced and where, I would never get back up again,” Baby said, blushing. Rhea smiled, taking Baby’s hands in hers so she could situate them on her breasts, pressing the palms of her hands against the bars piercing her nipples. “Fuck,” Baby whispered, squeezing, groping, circling a fingertip around a permanently hard nipple. “You have no idea how long I’ve—” She glanced at Jey, and he removed the Yeet sunglasses from her face to place them on his own, pushing them up his nose with his index finger, oozing sexual prowess by doing the simplest—sometimes nerdiest—things. “—we’ve,” she corrected, “been waiting so fucking long for this. For you.” She leaned forward, peppering kisses all along Rhea’s jawline, carefully tugging on her nipples, smirking at the moan escaping Rhea’s perfect mouth.

“How long?” Rhea quietly asked.

“A long time,” Baby replied. “The night you won the title … the party after Priest won his … Jey and I been trying to land you for a while.”

“Aww, you’ve been pining after me,” Rhea teased, winking at Jey.

“We didn’t wanna put no pressure on you,” Jey said. “She tried to seduce you,” he pointed at Baby, “I tried to seduce you,” he gestured to himself. “But you just wasn’t havin’ it.”

“Well, I’m here now,” Rhea uttered.

“That’s right,” Jey said proudly, a hand on each of their hips. “But what I really wanna know is … why y’all stop ridin’ my thighs, huh?”

The women shared a uniformly diabolical grin, and they positioned their hands on his chest, Jey’s girlfriend clutching the title at his waist, and they resumed rocking and rolling their hips on his muscular thighs. The champion encouraged them, telling them how sexy they looked, suggesting they kiss, and ultimately he brought each of them to him for a sweeping smooch.

“You know where else I want these tongues?” he whispered to one and then looked at the other.

The women glanced at each other. “He is the champion,” Rhea said, eyes sliding back to Jey. “The champion should always get everything he wants.”

Baby breathed a laugh as she nuzzled Rhea’s cheek. “The champion should be worshiped,” she breathed, sucking Rhea’s earlobe into her hot mouth.

“Absolutely,” the Aussie agreed, and Baby applied gentle pressure to the back of her neck, mere encouragement, and Rhea went the rest of the way to meet Jey’s lips once more. His girlfriend gasped, having imagined this scene plenty of times, but she’d never anticipated it being so fucking hot. She could see their tongues slithering together and she felt a gush between her legs, and she didn’t want to be the first one to cum. She slid down Jey’s leg until her knees met the carpet, her jaw not too far behind as she now had a front row seat to Rhea’s flawless ass, the toned muscles bouncing with each flex. As this was Jey’s night, she chose to let him direct, and what he wanted was their tongues.

Baby unleashed Jey’s still-hardening cock, mouth instantly filling with saliva like Yogi Bear sniffing out a picnic basket. As Jey and Rhea continued kissing and Rhea continued riding his thigh, Baby engulfed Jey’s cock in her searing mouth without warning. He thrust intuitively, gagging her, and she snickered at his neediness, the laugh dying in her throat when she saw that Jey had lifted Rhea’s shirt, her pierced tits on display for the first time. His fingers were swiping back and forth across the bars, Rhea’s hips picking up speed, and Baby knew what was about to happen before Jey did—he lunged at her breast, sucking the jewelry into his mouth, and Rhea threw her head back, crying out. Snaking a hand inside her leggings and panties, Baby’s fingers delved within her aching folds, moaning around Jey’s dick as she applied gentle pressure to the little nub.

Rhea made her way down Jey’s body, both women squeezing between his legs, and this was the moment he chose to remove the sunglasses. Baby showed Rhea the position Jey usually liked her in when she was sucking him off—on her hands and knees, back arched, no hands, only mouth. Rhea recreated everything, down to the enchanted grin on her plump lips, and Jey scrubbed his hands over his face, shaking his head. The women waited for him to peek through his fingers before they attacked his rigid, weeping cock with lips and tongues, nibbles and sucks, and the noises Jey was making Baby had never heard before.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, hands on the back of their heads, and he held their mouths in place, watching with bared teeth and a gleaming grill as their lips smacked around the head of his dick. “Alright, give me them hands,” he growled, “gotta give this title some love. Keep suckin’, though. Don’t ever stop suckin’.”

Rhea and Baby laughed, each lifting a hand to clutch the gold and blue belt, their mouths continuing to work him over. Rhea took his dick in her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, and Baby lowered her body so she could suck and lick at the underside of his cock. She lifted his balls from his pants, slurping each of them, flicking her tongue along the soft skin. Her eyes rose after several minutes of adoration, pleading silently to Jey as she cast her eyes at Rhea. He caressed her cheek, his cock all but resting on her face as Rhea never stopped sucking above her, just as he’d ordered.

“You want that pussy, don’t you?” Jey growled.

“So fucking bad,” Baby whimpered, desperately licking every inch of his cock her tongue could reach.

Jey granted her request, allowing them to remove their mouths from his dick, but they had to crawl across the floor to get to the bed. Baby in leggings, and Rhea in spandex shorts, Jey groaned and hollered watching them obey him, and he remained on the couch as Baby helped Rhea onto her back on the mattress, head on the pillows. It was finally her turn to pull a pierced nipple into her mouth, she and Rhea combining to make noises that would rival any pornographic film. Baby made her way down Rhea’s sculpted, tattooed body, struggling a bit to get her shorts over her ass as she pulled them down and off. No panties, and Baby thought she died for a moment. 

“God, you’re perfect,” Baby extolled, hands gliding up Rhea’s smooth legs, her inner thighs, applying gentle pressure, allowing the former world champion to spread her legs on her own.

Rhea giggled, her own hand slipping down her body, middle finger dipping into her soaking pussy. Her bright eyes were mere slits as she watched Baby watch her touch herself for a long moment before reaching out to Baby with her drenched fingers. Baby sucked them into her mouth, licking every bit of Rhea’s juices, at the same time wiggling her own digits inside Rhea’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Rhea cried out, eyes closing, back bowing. Her fingers fell from Baby’s mouth so she could massage her breasts, pulling at the bars through her nipples.

Baby glanced over her shoulder at Jey. Dick in hand, he was jerking furiously, and she couldn’t believe he’d held back this long without joining them. She winked at him, he blew her a kiss, and the moment she returned her attention to the beautiful woman with her legs spread, delicious, wet pussy on display, she covered Rhea’s entire cunt with her mouth and sucked. Rhea groaned, Baby’s tongue writing her name in her pussy, and she had to grip her thighs to keep them separated, lest she be choked to death.

Baby’s brows rose and her eyes lifted when she felt a new weight on the mattress. Jey was crawling across the bed on his knees, still clutching his stiff cock, and he placed his other hand on Rhea’s head. Her eyes opened, instantly zeroing in on his erection, and her jaw dropped, accepting him into her mouth again. Baby stared as Jey pumped in and out of Rhea’s mouth, slurping her slick at the same time, and she reached between her legs once again to provide herself some relief. She was more of a giver, but sometimes—like when Rhea Ripley and Jey Uso were in her bed at the same time—she needed a little attention too.

“Don’t you worry that beautiful brain,” Jey said to her. “Soon as you make this girl cum, I’m’a fuck that pussy.” He looked down at Rhea. Her cheeks were pink and collapsed as her mouth created a vacuum around his dick, eyes closed, and she was tugging at her nipples. When she heard him speak, those sparkling eyes unlocked and she smiled, mouth still full. “And then she gonna make you cum again,” he promised.

It wasn’t much longer before Rhea was writhing, virtually sobbing, and flooding Baby’s mouth with her succulent juices. Jey pulled his cock from Rhea’s mouth and changed everyone’s position. Baby removed her clothes and lay on her back, legs open. Rhea guided Jey’s cock inside her dripping pussy. There were three of them, but as soon as her boyfriend was fucking her, Baby had to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips to his. They both loved to fuck other people, but they loved to fuck each other more. 

“I can taste her fuckin’ cum in your mouth,” he growled, shoving his tongue back for more tastes.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she mumbled against his lips.

Baby laid back on the bed, breasts bouncing with each thrust from Jey, and Rhea struggled for a moment to catch one in her mouth. The girls giggled, sharing a few kisses, and they heard Jey inhale deeply through his nostrils. They both looked at him, their smiles fading as his muscles flexed, as the gold and blue on the title still around his waist reflected the light around them. His hands were at the backs of Baby’s knees, holding her legs open as he fucked her, and Rhea started to move. She straddled Baby’s face, leisurely lowering her pussy onto her mouth, and took hold of her legs from Jey. 

“Now fuck her,” Rhea purred, “so I can watch.”

Baby groaned, gorging on Rhea’s pretty pussy, hips rolling with Jey’s rhythm to get his cock deeper inside her. Despite the slurping sounds she was making, she was able to hear the smacking from Rhea and Jey’s lips. His pounding sped up, the bed now rocking against the wall, and Rhea began to grind on Baby’s face.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again,” Rhea moaned. Baby clutched her hips and her mouth kicked into overdrive.

“Fuck yeah,” Jey breathed. “Cum all over my girl face. She love that shit.” Baby whined, body squirming, her own orgasm culminating deep within her. She could swear he was in her stomach, drawing a moan from her each time he hammered into her.

“Baby, shit,” Rhea howled, and the woman under her was gifted another stream of her cum, just as tasty, even not more so, as the first time.

Rhea quivering above her, coating the bottom half of her face with her essence, combined with Jey’s now inconsistent pummeling, Baby clenched around Jey’s pulsating cock and came. Her screams were muffled by Rhea’s pussy as she couldn’t help but continue to eat as she rode out her orgasm, and her boyfriend’s thrusts began to stutter moments before he pulled out.

“Come here,” he panted, “bring your pretty faces down here.”

The women maneuvered their bodies into position—lying on their backs next to each other, heads nearly hanging off the bed—as Jey jerked his drenched dick. He stepped forward, and Baby’s tongue snaked out of her mouth to lick at his balls. Rhea followed, and Jey roared before dropping string after string of cum onto each woman’s face. Before he was even finished unloading, Rhea and Baby were lapping his cum off each other’s cheeks and lips and noses and foreheads.

“Holy fuck,” Jey rasped, falling back onto the couch. “Y’all bout to give me a damn heart attack.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, ma’am.” 

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WWE is hiring writers and producers Imma need my fanfic girlies to hop on that 🫣

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Pixie cut - Jey Uso

Jey x Camilla

Smut 18+

Wiping her sweaty hands on her outfit. Camilla sighed nervously as she sat at the kitchen table, hearing the front door unlock.

"Ayyy baeee. I’m back" Josh yelled as he walked through the door with two grocery bags.

His and Camilla’s dog Rocky quickly came barking in excitement jumping on his leg. "Hey buddy" he made his way towards the kitchen, placing the grocery bags on the counter.

Camilla stood up waiting for Josh to notice her, as he began taking out the items from the bags. "Oooh I can’t wait, to make this good food" he rubbed his hands together smiling.

"Ahem" she let out a noise so he could turn around and acknowledge her.

"Oh shit I think I forgot the onion powder"

"Ahemmm" Camilla coughed again getting a little annoyed.

"Ahh never minds it’s right here." he laughed taking it out the bag.

"Joshua!"

"Yeah babe" he turned around his eyes widening as he stared at his girlfriend. Taking in her new look. He never knew a pixie cut could look so Damn good on someone.

All the way from her beautiful body and how her pants and tube top clung onto her curves. How her gold bracelets, necklaces and earrings went so nicely with her gorgeous brown glowing skin. And now here she was adding a pixie cut to the Damn mix.

"Oh shit"

"Good oh shit? Or bad oh shit?" She asked chewing on her acrylics.

He broke out his trance walking up to her "Nah good definitely good. Damn mama you look so sexy, shit."

She smiled slightly as he pulled her into his arms cuffing her ass gripping it. "So you like it?" She questioned wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Like? Hell nah. I love it. you look so pretty. Damn mama you really tryna kill me" he spoke kissing all over her face. She giggled trying to pull away, but that made him only hold on her tighter as he continued.

"Okay okay, Joshua we gotta make dinner" she said as Joshua’s kisses went towards her neck.

"Mmm girl what’s that?" He stopped his kissing. Leaning forward sniffing her neck inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. Before kissing all over her again.

"Oh my god. Babee enough we need to start the food" she mushed his head back. Seeing how his eyes were dark and filled with lust.

"Fuck the food. I wanna you eat you." Camilla giggled stepping away from him. She kept her eyes on Josh taking off her light teal zip up, pushing her chest out a bit as she did.

His eyes dropped down to her breasts that were covered with a white tube top. Her pierced nipples poking through the thin material. He noticed that she changed her nipple rings to heart shaped ones that matched her belly ring.

He rubbed both his hands down his face, rubbing his jaw feeling his already hard dick getting even harder. "You really are tryna kill me Cam"

She giggled walking to the counter "no I’m not papa. But if you behave maybe you can have me for dessert" bending down she grabbed her ankles giving her ass a little shake.

"Definitely having you for dessert" He slapped her ass making her squeal.

As the two of them were making the food. Camilla would constantly find Josh staring at her with lustful eyes. He would randomly come up touching and kissing on her.

"Josh can u pass me the salt" He grabbed the salt walking behind her purposely pressing up against her ass.

"Boy Stawppp" she smiled as Josh leaned down kissing her right shoulder in slow lovingly kisses.

"We’re never gonna have this dinner done, if you keep doing that" She pushed him back with her butt, snatching the salt from him.

He groaned and starting punching the air. He’s been hard ever since he saw her with that new cut. He needed her right now.

Grabbing Camilla’s phone he unlocked it going in her photos app. He knew she would have hella pictures. She always did when she switched up her hair.

"Gahh Damn" he bit his lip swiping through each photo. She looked too damn fine. Selecting them all he sent every single photo to himself. "Yeahh these pictures mine now" he whispered to himself smiling.

"Boy whatchu doing on my phone?"

"Nothing just changing the song" he closed her photos app opening Spotify.

"Mhmm…right" she looked at him suspiciously before going back to making the mac n cheese.

Finding the song he wanted he placed the phone back down. Walking back to his girlfriend he wrapped his arms around her, singing in her ear.

"Wooooooooo ooooooohhhhhh. wooo woo woo waaaa wooooooohh" Camilla laughed out loud at his attempt of singing the intro of Fortunate by Maxwell.

"Baby I love you but don’t ever do that again" she laughed placing a peck on his lips.

After Josh and Camilla finished making their food. They ate before cleaning up everything going to the living room to watch a movie.

Baby boy was playing on the TV as Camilla’s back was leaning against the arm of the couch. Her feet was placed in Josh’s lap as he’s rubbed them.

Feeling eyes on her she turned her head seeing Josh wasn’t paying any attention to the movie. His eyes were fully focused on her.

"What?" She asked feeling shy slightly.

"Come here" he grabbed her waist placing her in his lap. Making her straddle him as her arms immediately went around his neck.

"You said if I behaved I can have you for dessert" his hands gripped the front of her tube top before ripping it open in one quick motion making Camilla gasp. "And I behaved mama"

Josh leaned down capturing one of her pierced nipples in his mouth. "Fuckkk Josh"

Camilla took off his backwards cap throwing it to the side. Running her fingers through his hair.

He released her nipple with a popping sound. Switching to the other one, Humming around it.

Camilla slowly started moving against his bulge. That was pressing tightly against her crotch. Grabbing his face she pulled him into a kiss.

Their tongues clashed as they sloppily made out. Her hips moving faster against him as they Moaned in each other mouth.

Pulling away Camilla stopped her movements getting up. She peeled her pants off from her thick thighs, as Josh took his shirt off, Along with his pants.

He pulled her back on him. His hand going to her pussy. "Mhmm you already wet and ready for daddy?" His fingers up and down her slit, before pushing two fingers into her. "I’m always wet for you" she moaned out from the fingering she was receiving.

He retrieved his hand, bringing it up to his mouth tasting her sweet juices. He hummed at the taste of her before kissing her again.

Grabbing the base of his dick Camilla guided it to her wet entrance. The couple let out a moan as she sunk onto his thick dick.

She bounced up and down on him. Her titties jumping up and down In his face, Clapping sounds filling the room each time she brought herself back down.

"Shit Cam. Your pussy so fucking wet ma" Josh took both of his hands giving Camilla’s ass two hard slaps.

Gripping her ass, he planted his feet flat against the ground lowering his body on couch. Raising his hips up he thrusted into Cam hard.

Her body jolted forward, eyes rolling back as Joshua was hitting that spot inside her deliciously. "Oooooh yessss. Fuck me like that."

"Like this?" Joshua got a better grip on her ass, spreading her ass cheeks apart. Going deeper in her.

"Yess yess yess" she chanted feeling herself coming close.

"Shittt baby I’m bout to fill you up." He moaned out. His thrusts speeding up a bit.

Josh pulled Camilla into a bear hug. Her chest flushed against his as his. Arms wrapped tightly around her waist, nuzzling his face right into her neck. Letting out loud moans in her ear, nibbling it.

Camilla pulled her head back putting her forehead to Josh’s. "Come with me papa. Pleasee" she whispered against his lips. "Im witchu mama. Im right there witchu."

Her mouth went wide. A high pitch gasp leaving her mouth. She felt herself coming all over Josh as he filled her up with his hot cum.

The two were hugged up in eachother’s arms. Lips kissing, as they both came down from their highs.

Josh grabbed under Camilla’s thighs lifting her up off his dick. His cum spilled out leaving a slight trail across his chest as he raised her up to sit on his face.

"What you doin- ohhh fuck" Cam tossed her head back, feeling Josh’s warm tongue lapping up at her pussy. That was filled with the mix of their cum.

Finishing their multiple rounds of lovemaking. Camilla laid on Josh. Her sweaty naked body on top of his, with her eyes were closed. listening to the sound of his heartbeat, as Josh doing something on his phone.

Feeling the bright light from Josh’s phone screen she opened her eyes trying to peek at what he was doing.

"Girl don’t be all up in my phone. Nosy" he turned it slightly away from her, making a mug form on her face.

"Tell your side hoes you busy right now" she said playfully making him laugh.

"Nah nah. They know the scheduled." he replied smirking down at her.

"Your such an asshole" she smacked his chest as he kissed her temple pulling her closer into him.

He put his phone down as the sound of buzzing constantly came from his phone.

"The fuck did you post?" Camilla asked lifting her head up a bit.

"Ion know" he shrugged a slight grin on his face.

Grabbing her own phone she unlocked it seeing multiple notifications on insta. Opening the app she saw Josh tag her in a post.

Uceyjucey✔️

Liked by Romanreigns, Trinityfatu, Jonathanfatu and others

Uceyjucey✔️ I usually don’t like sharing my baby cause I want her all to myself, But she looked too good I had to show y’all how lucky I am to have @Camilla_Moore

Trinityfatu OMG THE HAIRR!?!?! IT LOOKS SO GOOD

Faithmariee61 I don’t usually like pixies but she suits it sooo well Liked by Uceyjucey

Jadecargill sis ate that 🤩

Usofan769 oop not him being possessive ion blame him though she’s fineeee

Yeet_fan HE POSTED HER???? AND SHES FINE WTF Liked by Uceyjucey

Kayla_heart Heart been broke so many times I-I don’t know what to believe

Uso-juceyfan replied to Kayla_heart same girl same

Tally099 She’s soo pretty congratulations Liked by UceyJucey

She scrolled through comments a little more before putting her phone down smiling at her man.

"Your so sweet papa. I love you" she kissed his lips as he tugged her closer. "I love you more baby"

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕

Jey Uso x black fem

Warnings: 18+ smut

Word count : 3.4k

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My heels echoed off the walls as I clicked down the hallway, pausing in front of his door. Before I could raise my hand up to knock on the door, it swung open revealing a shirtless, tired looking Jey. I tried my best to keep my eyes only on his, but good lord he was fine.

Jey and I had been working together for 5 years now and every single time I saw him, it took my breathe away. He was sweet and gentle despite the persona he has to push for the crowd. A teddy bear If you will. 

"There's my girl, I been looking for you", he grinned. My girl ? Did he really just call me that. My heart fluttered as I stepped around him into his changing room. "I been meaning to ask you about something." His previous smirk fading a bit, but not all the way gone. "How do you feel about coming to Cali with me, nothing crazy just my peoples getting together for a cookout." 

I took a seat on the couch that lined the back wall of his room, pretending to think, lifting my chin up and tapping with my index finger. That earned me a slight chuckle from Jey. "Stop playing, my peoples already love you, even though yo ass playing." He mumbled the last bit, but I still heard it. I knew what he was referring to, I wasn't slow and I knew he wasn't either. 

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I think we fell for each other the second I rounded the corner and head butted him by accident the first day we met. Literally and physically. I was all, but running to a meeting I was late to so the impact of my big ass head sent us both tumbling to the floor, and yet all he was doing was laughing. All 32 teeth showing. He smelled like shea butter, cedar-wood and warm hugs, and the second he helped me off the floor I fell into daze when I looked into those beautiful chocolatey eyes. 

Never in my life would I describe a person they way I described Jey. Everything about him made every single one of my senses light on fire when I was near him. He was so gentle and kind with me and so incredibly patient. I was so sure of what I liked. My entire life Ive only been with women. I expected myself to end up with a women, until i met him, Jey. I was too stubborn to admit it to myself, and even though he knew it I wouldn't admit it to him either, just how badly I wanted him.

He knew me so incredibly well. Like he knew me before I did and it drove me insane. He checked up on me and gave me little gifts. Not a day has gone by when he has not said good-morning or goodnight to me. That man makes sure the oil in my car is always changed, and rotates my tires for me. Hell he puts gas in my car.

He sees me. He cares about me

In the five minutes i’ve been in the room he has yet to take his eye off me, caressing every inch of my body with his eyes. Undressing me. He came and sat next to me on the couch, eyes never leaving mine. “I’m fr Maya I’m tired of playing games, I need you.” His eyes locked on mine. My breathe caught in my throat, but I couldn’t look away. He brushed his finger tips on my upper thigh in a swift motion.

Anndd there went my resolve.

I suddenly stood, walking over to the table to the right of us leaning my back against it. I was trying to steady my breathing,but he was on my heels. “Look at me pretty girl.” He whispered, my eyes lazily raised meeting his penetrating gaze. His hands rested lightly on my waist.

In that moment looking up at him I knew. He was the only person Ive ever wanted so badly. My eyes flickered to his lips, and of course he noticed because he dipped his head to meet my gaze, grinning. Those brown eyes, always knowing.

Tears stung in my eyes. I didn’t know if I was more upset at the fact that I was about to cry or that he can see right through me. I can’t hide anything. Even though we’ve never once had a conversation about our feeling our future, the lingering glances, and soft touches, told us more than we needed to know about each other.

“Jey I-“

Before I could finish he kissed me. Slow, soft yet full of passion and possessiveness. His hands tightening against my waist, pulling me flush to his body. When I first realized, I froze into the kiss. He’s kissing me. For just a second that’s how we stayed, lip locked and unmoving. 

Everything I ever thought about myself was flushed down the drain when I met Jey. How do you explain that to people. “Oh yea Ive was a lesbian my whole life, and then one day I wasn’t….who knew.” On one hand I didn’t care what people thought about me, if you fall in love with someone you can’t help who it is. And then on the other hand I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed about the feelings, embarrassed about the way everyone around us knew, and most of all embarrassed at myself for falling for a man. What thee fuck. But none of that mattered right now. What mattered was him, and his lips on mine. He kissed me like I would disappear at any second. He kissed me like he’d waited a hundred lifetimes for me. 

Without another thought my hands trailed up his chest and hooked around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, pulling me closer if that was even possible. Our lips moved in synch, his hands roamed my backside, eventually he lifted me and sat me on the table, pulling me right to the edge, with me thighs on either side of him. He pulled back for a second, staring at me. Asking for my permission. I gave it to him without hesitation, wanting nothing more than him, fuck all the other thoughts I previously had. 

Fuck every thought ever, actually.

His lips found my neck leaving tiny kisses up and down the right side. He flicked his tongoue over the sensitive spots he just kissed, leaving a trail across my collar bone, to the other side. Repeating the same motions.

At this point I was completely breathless, squirming under his touch. His hands never left my ass just resting there as he kissed me. Devoured me. “Hold still mama, lemme taste you please.” His voice was low and laced in lust, his words caused my legs to squeeze against him. His big hands slid from my ass to my upper thigh, pushing up the tight dress I had on up even further. His lips found mine again as his hands hooked around my underwear. 

He gently pulled them off with one hand, slightly lifting me with the other. After he tossed them he faced me again pulling me by my thighs even closer to him. I leaned back for him, eagerly. His breathes came out short and shallow as he had a full view of me.

“You are so beautiful .” He whispered just low enough for me to hear, right against my thigh, replacing his words with wet open mouthed kisses. My hips bucked up slightly, wanting attention. He gave into what I wanted, attaching his mouth to me. I gasped, back arching. His hands held my thighs in place as his tongue found my folds. 

His tongue flicked over my sensitive bud, moving in slow circular motions. He watched me hungrily from where he was. My hands gripped his forearms, a moaning mess. 

Jey slid his hands from my thighs, up to my waist, continuing his slow circular motions. He was devouring my shit as if it was the last meal on earth. He came up for a second and leaned into my ear. "Baby, you gotta stay quiet, you gon have folks banging on my door." He finished the sentence with another wet sloppy kiss at the base of my ear. He shifted to hover right above my body, eyeing me like an animal.

"Look at me", he said, one of his hands rested on my inner thigh, the other he used to lift my chin to kiss him. Our lips connected in a wet kiss that tasted of my essence. He kissed me slowly, his lips parting slightly after each kiss, almost as if he was holding himself back.

His fingers found my soaked clit, working in the same motions his tongue was. "Jeyy", his name came out in breathless gasps. " Yes mama." His lips were so soft, not leaving an area untouched. "I need you, I need you so bad." I breathed out against him.

Something in him must've snapped when I said that. He picked me up and over his shoulder in a swift motion. He laid me on the couch spreading me open, like a treasure chest. He unbuckled the zipper on his jeans, only now did I realize the bulge that had accumulated over the past few minutes. " Fuccck girl, you driving me crazy."

His eyes were wild, lips wet. His hair now in a messy array of curls. 

He pulled his pants and boxers down revealing the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. He was thick and veiny, tip shining in his own essence, just for me. He stood at attention for me too, so pretty. I didn't even wait for him to tell me what to do. I sat up dropping onto the floor and crawling onto my hands and knees right in front of him. 

"You liked women all this time yet you ready to suck my dick, look at yo fine ass." He was leaned back onto the couch now, his lower half completely exposed. That comment damn near made me stand up, glaring at him from the same position, his head cocked back in a obnoxious laugh. "Yo ass can front all you want, my love, but it’s just me and you.” He grinned, eyeing you from where he sat.

I pushed myself onto him, hands at the base of his dick. My tongue swirled around him, his yes fluttered shut immediately reveling in the pleasure. Since he just laughed in my face like that I needed him to come undone for me. He was wrapped around my finger, but I was about to wrap these lips around him in a way he'd never forget. Both sets.

I continued swirling my tongue around his tip, keeping one had at the base, he was slightly trembling under me. All those smart ass comments now gone, replaced with breathless gasps. "Fuck girl, that shit feels so good." He twitched in my mouth as I continued swirling his tip. My hands slid onto his thighs, I attempted to take him all in, but as soon as his tip grazed the back of my throat I gagged so loud, he popped his eyes open to the sound. His lust filled eyes found my tear streaked face, cocking his head back he let out another loud laugh. " You aint ready for that yet baby, come here." 

My cheeks flushed, "shut up, I tried", he chuckled as he pulled me into his lap. "Yes you did, thank you my sweet girl." Butterflies. Those pet names he gave me sent chills down my spine. He was eyeing me now, amusement flickered behind those brown orbs. "You ready for me?" His voice was soft and breathy. He waited for me all this time, without pushing me or overstepping. And now he had me all to himself.

"Just go slow please, Josh." My voice was hushed. I wanted him, but it didn't take away from my heartbeat hammering in my chest. His eyes softened, grin fading at the use of his real name. " I gotchu mama, Im not got hurt you." He tapped his member on your backside as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip. He lifted me slightly to angle himself at my entrance, pressing lightly. My breathe caught in my throat as I felt the stretch, his thumb never moving from my face, caressing me. He slid in deeper, stretching me more, the pain was unbearable for a second "Stop, Josh" I breathed out pushing him back a little, he halted his movements immediately. "Your doing so baby, look at me." 

My eyes shifted to his, fresh tears threatening to fall. He held his hand in place on my face, but he didn't budge, he waited for my permission. He wasn't even halfway in and I was already asking him to stop, but he didn't care. He sat still and unmoving like he had all the time in the world. Waiting for my permission.

After a few moments I gave it to him again and he continued to slide into me with ease. He groaned as he got deeper and deeper. Filling me up. The pain was intense. It didn't feel good, but it also felt amazing in the weirdest way. One last soft thrust of his hips and he was all the way inside me. His tip was kissing my spot deliciously.

"Good god." Was all he could breathe out. His hands sliding from my face to my ass and mine around his neck, we pulled each other in impossibly close. He guided me up slowly and back down at the same pace. My nails were digging into his tribal ink, but he didn't seem to care. My face next to his as he continued the slow pace. He was filling me up in a way I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt pleasure or pain like this. It was addicting.

My walls stretched and pulsed around him with each small thrust. "This all I wanted right here" his voice was low against my cheek. Who knew Id give into him on a random Monday night. Taking him completely raw. His hands gripped my backside guiding me painfully slow. He wasn't in no rush, he watched me with close intensity in between stolen kisses. Our hearts racing against each other. 

His pace quickened, he lifted me higher coming down further, making a soft smacking noise. I wrapped around him perfectly as if we were made for each other. His hands held me steady in place as his pace quickened. I was leaning into his chest, hands tangled in his soft curls. At this point I was all but screaming in his ear.

Any pain I felt was replaced, by pleasure. He fucked me slow intentional looking me in my eyes with each stroke. I couldn't look away It was like he had me in a trance. He was fucking me hard now, and fast, pace was relentless. He nipped at my ear whispering the dirtiest nothings. "Take that shit baby, let me hear that pretty voice of yours."

" Josh- I- fucckk."

He smiled into the crook of my neck, nipping the skin there too. " Say my name again." Before I could get any words out he slapped my ass so hard it made me jolt. " Say it."

"Joshu- oh my god." I couldn't finish he was fucking the shit outta me now. The room was filled with the loud slaps of your things and my screaming. He no longer cared if someone came knocking. They would just have to mind they damn business. My slick walls were tightning against him , causing him to grunt.

He lifted me up, placing me back down on the couch on my back. He continued his unforgiving pace, snapping his hips forward. He pinned my legs to the couch with one arm, the other resting on my chest. His eyes never once left mine. I couldn't tear mine away either, watching him destroy me like this was pure cinema. The way his caramel skin glistened with sweat as he fucked me on this couch. The way his grills shined when he bit his lip, was making me feral.

My hands clawed at his arms looking for some stability. Until he shifted, pressing his hands into my lower abdomen. I thrashed underneath him, a wicked smile forming on his face.

"Joshua fuck me right there oh my god." My eyes were now clenched shut, as my world was being rocked. " You just don't know how fucking good you look right now, fuck." His pace causing him to grunt after each word. I was unraveling underneath him and he felt it. My insides were burning with a sensation I can't describe, all I knew is I didn't want him to stop. "Right there baby right there fuck me right there." My words came out breathless as he continued to fuck me. "Im cumming baby- fuck- take me pretty girl- fuckkkk." Joshua was a mess, his hair clung to his forehead, his pace was sloppy. his hands wrapped around my things holding them up as he slammed into my pussy. 

His breath was jagged breathing hard and loud. He sounded so fucking good. "Ian never lettin yo ass go, this my pussy." His voice cracked as he released inside me. I wasn't far behind him, but he hadn't even faltered his pace. He fucked us through our orgasm, his tip hitting the perfect spot. My vision went blurry from tears. I was clawing at his back, screaming. "JOSHUA."

--

I laid there for a second, trying to pull myself together. "You ok pretty girl?" The man who had collapsed next to me whispered ever so softly in my ear.

"Mhmm." Was all I could get out, a stupid smiled plastered on my face. Josh grinned too, pulling me on top of him. "I love you Joshu-"

"YES GAWD I KNEW IT." He cut me off before I finished the 'ah' at the end of his name. I lazily smacked his chest "Shut up before I take it back." He smacked my ass sending another jolt of pleasure through my body, causing me to whimper against him. " I love yo ass too girl."

He finished with the sweetest kiss to my lips.

[4milly]

warm my bed — jey u.

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

parings; black!oc 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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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.

[prettyfilmz]

SWEET LIKE CANDY 5 • JEY USO

author's note: hello my loves! we have now reached part 5!! I am not gonna sugarcoat this.. this part is going to make you cry, rage, and question your existence (apologies beforehand😭) the good news is, the storm will pass as quickly as it came. I hope you enjoy💗

synopsis: in which a celebration at the strip club leads to the beginning of a love affair between a wrestler and a dancer.

pairing: jey uso x black fem!oc (cherise dupree aka candy)

tags: no smut for this part but still 18+ (MDNI) due to sensitive subject matters, angst, arguments, tears, talks of past predatory behaviors, grooming, financial abuse, violence, crashout jey uso™, jimmy and trinity being a good support system for our lovely couple.

word count: 6.6k words

read part one here!

read part two here!

read part three here!

read part four here!

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Three weeks.

That’s how long it’s been since Cherise’s entire world did a complete 180. Since Tremaine showed up at her door, spewing poison from his lips, his words sinking into her skin and refusing to let go.

She hasn’t been sleeping well. Barely eating. Half the time, she’s on autopilot dragging herself through her clinicals, forcing herself to smile for customers at the club, jumping at every shadow and lingering glance. Every night, she double-checks her locks, pulls the curtains tight, and sleeps with a kitchen knife under her pillow because she doesn’t trust that Tremaine won’t come back.

And Jey?

She hasn’t answered a single one of his texts or calls.

Not because she wants to cut him off, but because she doesn’t know how to talk to him without hearing Tremaine’s voice whispering in her head.

You really think he gon’ take you serious? You a stripper. You think you fit in that world? In his world?

So she’s been stonewalling. Avoiding the club on the nights Jey might show up, keeping her phone on silent during clinicals and chucking it to the bottom of her bag so she doesn’t see the “Where you at, baby girl?” texts that make her chest ache.

But tonight, she’s exhausted—physically, mentally, emotionally. Her babydoll feels like sandpaper against her skin, her feet are killing her, and her nerves are frayed to hell and back. She needs to get home, take a long, hot shower, and pass out for at least twelve hours.

She barely glances up when the dressing room door swings open, too busy wiping off her makeup with shaky hands. Trinity’s reflection appears in the mirror behind her, a knowing smirk playing on her glossed lips.

“Girl,” Trinity drawls, popping a bubble with her gum. “You got a visitor.” Cherise tenses, heart stumbling in her chest. “Who?”

“Who you think?” Trinity raises a brow, chewing lazily.  “Mr. Main Event, ringin’ a bell yet?”

Cherise’s stomach twists. She grips the edge of the vanity, her breath catching. “Trin, I can’t—”

“Nuh-uh.” Trinity holds up a manicured finger, her tone turning stern.  “You better go talk to that man. He lookin’ all sad and shit, like a lost puppy. Don’t make me drag you out there.”

Cherise’s mouth goes dry. Her pulse thrums painfully in her ears, a mix of dread and longing knotting in her stomach.

“Trin, I really can’t—”

“Girl, I ain’t tryna hear that,” Trinity snaps, hands on her hips.  “You got this man comin’ up to the club lookin’ for you after you been ghost for three weeks, and you think you just gon’ hide back here forever?  No, ma’am.”

Before she can protest, Trinity grabs her wrist, dragging her toward the door with zero room for arguments.

“Trin—wait! hold on—”

“Hush,” Trinity says, flipping her curls over her shoulder.  “Go handle that. I’ll cover your set.”

And just like that, Cherise finds herself stumbling out of the dressing room, heart slamming against her ribs as she scans the club for him.

She doesn’t have to look far.

Jey’s by the bar, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, those broad shoulders hunched in a way that makes him look smaller somehow.  His eyes flicker restlessly over the room, like he’s hoping she’ll pop up out of thin air, that small crease between his brows deepening when she doesn’t.

Her breath catches. God, he looks good—black tee stretched tight across his chest, camouflage cargos, chains glittering under the dim lights. But his face…

He looks worried. Confused.

Hurt.

Cherise swallows, guilt twisting in her gut as she takes a shaky step forward.

As soon as he sees her, his head snaps up, relief flooding his eyes.  “Yo, there you are, baby girl.  I been—”

“You can’t be here,” Cherise blurts out, voice sharper than intended.  “Jey, you can’t just show up at my job like this.”

Jey’s brows lift, surprised by the hostility in her tone.  “Damn, mama, I just wanted to talk. You been dodgin’ me for weeks—”

“I know, but—” Cherise glances around, her nerves fraying. “Not here.  You can’t just—shit, Jey, I told you I needed space.”

“Space?” Jey frowns, straightening. “Baby girl, you ain’t said anything. You just been ignorin’ me. How I’m supposed to know what’s goin’ on if you don’t talk to me?”

“I can’t—” Cherise runs a hand down her face, heart pounding. “Look, you need to go.”

Jey’s jaw ticks. “So that’s it?  You just done wit’ me now?”

Cherise’s breath catches, guilt flooding her chest. “I didn’t say that—”

“Then what are you sayin’, Cherise?” His voice is rough, frustrated, but there’s something raw underneath it—something that makes her throat close up. “’Cause I’m tryin’ to figure out what the hell I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything,” she snaps, her voice cracking.  “This is—shit, this is why I didn’t wanna do this. This—this whole…thing with you.”

Jey’s eyes darken, his jaw clenching. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I knew this would happen,” she hisses, hands trembling.  “You come in here acting all sweet, making me think this is real, and then you disappear for three months—”

“I explained that,” Jey says quietly, his tone dropping. “I had Mania comin’ up, baby. I was busy. But I came back, didn’t I?”

“And why did you come back?” Cherise bites out, her eyes glassy.  “’Cause you missed me or ‘cause you just wanted to see if I’d spread my legs this time?”

Jey flinches, like she slapped him. “Yo, what?”

“Don’t play dumb,” she spits, her vision blurring. “I know how this goes. I ain’t stupid. You saw what you wanted, came back to get it, and now you’re tryin’ to act like you care—”

“I do care,” Jey snaps, stepping closer.  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?  If I ain’t care, I wouldn’t be here right now tryna figure out what the hell happened—”

“What happened is I realized I’m not built for this!” Cherise chokes out, tears burning her eyes. “I’m not built for you, Jey. I can’t..I can’t compete with all the other girls you probably got. I can’t pretend this is somethin’ it’s not—”

“Mama, you the only girl I been thinkin’ ‘bout,” Jey exclaims, voice softening.  “I haven’t even looked at another woman since I met you.  You the only one I been hittin’ up, waitin’ on, thinkin’ ‘bout every night—”

Cherise’s chest heaves, tears slipping down her cheeks.  “You’re lying.”

Jey’s face falls, something breaking in his eyes.  “Damn, Cherise…”

Her voice cracks, her shoulders trembling.  “Please just go.”

For a moment, he just stands there, staring at her with something broken in his eyes. Then he exhales, dragging a hand down his face.

“Aight,” he mutters, voice rough.  “C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

♡

The drive is quiet.

Not the comfortable kind of quiet. No, this quiet is heavy and sharp, suffocating even, a thick fog that clings to every breath and makes the air feel too thin.

The sky outside is dark, the streetlights flashing past in blurred streaks of amber. The rain has slowed to a soft drizzle, tapping against the windshield in a rhythmic, melancholy patter that matches the hollow ache in Cherise’s chest.

Cherise’s fingers are twisted tight in the hem of her hoodie, her nails digging into the soft fabric, her knees pulled up just slightly in Jey’s passenger seat. Her eyes stay fixed on the window, but she doesn’t see the blur of streetlights and passing cars. Doesn’t see anything but the guilt clawing through her chest and the faint reflection of Jey’s profile—his jaw tense, eyes fixed straight ahead, one hand firm on the steering wheel.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t push. Just keeps glancing her way every few blocks, brows knit with quiet concern, his fingers tapping absentmindedly against the wheel.

The silence is unbearable.

Cherise swallows hard, her throat raw and aching, eyes stinging with the tears she’s been fighting back since the club. The argument replays on a loop in her mind her voice sharp and venomous, her words laced with accusations she didn’t mean, and Jey’s face when she told him she needed space. The way his eyes dimmed, something in them cracking even though he tried so hard to hide it.

I shouldn’t have said that.

But she can’t take it back.  Can’t undo the hurt she put in his eyes, the pain she heard in his voice when he relented to her demands.

Cherise clenches her jaw, blinking rapidly at the window. The streetlights blur into soft amber glows, her reflection warped and blurry, eyes too bright. She digs her nails deeper into her hoodie, willing herself to hold it together until she gets home.

But then the car slows to a stop, and she looks up, breath hitching slightly.

Her apartment building looms just ahead, the soft glow from the porch lights spilling across the cracked pavement. Familiar. Safe.

Jey pulls into the lot and shifts into park, the low rumble of the engine fading into silence. For a long, heavy moment, neither of them move.

His hand flexes over the steering wheel, the other resting casually on his thigh, but Cherise can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he inhales slow and deep like he’s fighting to keep his own breathing steady.

The rain taps softly against the window, and Cherise swallows around the tightness in her throat, her voice small and shaky when she finally speaks.

“Thanks… for the ride,” she mumbles, eyes fixed on her lap.

Jey exhales slowly, the sound soft and tired. “Ain’t nothin’, mama,” he murmurs, voice rough but warm. “Just wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

The tenderness in his tone makes her chest ache.

Cherise glances down, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, words thick and heavy on her tongue. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of it.

But the words don’t come.

She can’t look at him. Can’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes or the way he might look at her if she tries to explain why she’s been pushing him away.

So she just nods, fingers tightening on her bag, and reaches for the door handle.

But Jey’s already moving, pushing open his own door and circling around to her side before she can even process it. The chill night air slips into the car, cool and sharp against her warm cheeks, and Cherise blinks, startled, when the passenger door swings open.

Jey stands there, one arm braced casually against the doorframe, eyes warm and soft beneath his lashes. He offers a hand, palm up, brow quirked like he’s daring her to refuse.

Cherise hesitates, breath catching slightly. Her eyes flick from his hand to his face—open, patient, waiting for her to make the choice.

And against her better judgment, her fingers slip into his.

His palm is rough and warm, his grip gentle but firm, thumb brushing over her knuckles as he helps her out of the car. Cherise exhales, her eyes fixed on the ground, but she doesn’t pull away not even when he keeps her hand tucked in his as they walk to the building.

The silence stretches long and heavy between them, only broken by the soft scuff of their shoes against the cracked concrete. Jey’s fingers are warm, soft, wrapped firm around hers like he’s afraid she might slip away if he lets go.

The drizzle is cold, prickling her skin, and Cherise huddles into her hoodie, shivering slightly as they walk inside the building and into the elevator.

When they reach her door, Cherise fumbles for her keys with a shaky breath, her hands unsteady, throat tight. Jey lingers just a step behind, his gaze steady, watching her with that quiet, patient warmth that makes her want to cry.

Her hands tremble so bad she nearly drops her keys, and Jey steps forward instinctively, his palm settling warm over hers.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice soft, thumb brushing gently over her wrist.  “S’okay, mama. Take your time.”

Cherise’s breath hitches, her eyes stinging. Her fingers fumble with the lock, her vision blurred, and Jey’s hand moves instinctively, steadying hers, guiding the key with a tenderness that makes her chest ache.

The door clicks open, and Jey’s hand falls away slowly, lingering a second longer than it needs to.

Cherise swallows hard, her throat tight, guilt twisting sharp and ugly in her stomach. Her hand lingers on the door, but she doesn’t move, can’t make herself step inside, not yet.

She sucks in a shaky breath, blinking down at her sneakers. “Jey, I..”

“I know,” he murmurs, voice soft and warm. “It’s alright, baby girl.”

The gentle reassurance breaks something inside her.

Her vision swims, a tear slipping hot down her cheek, and she ducks her head quickly, wiping at it with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I-I’m sorry,” she chokes, voice cracking. “I-I didn’t mean to—fuck, I’m sorry, Jey, I—”

Jey’s hand rises instinctively, thumb brushing away a stray tear, warm and careful. “Hey, hey,” he soothes, voice soft, thumb tracing slow over her cheek. “Don’t do that, mama. Ain’t gotta apologize.”

And then, he reaches over, tugging the hood of her hoodie up over her damp curls, his fingers lingering for half a second longer than they need to.

“There,” he murmurs, voice soft, almost like he’s talking to himself.  “Can’t have you catchin’ a cold, baby girl.”

His eyes flicker down to hers, warm and honey-soft. “Take care of yourself, aight?” he murmurs gently, his thumb brushing slow circles into her back one last time. “I…I’ll be around, if you need me.”

Cherise’s breath shudders, her eyes glistening. Her fingers tighten on the hem of her hoodie, guilt twisting sharp in her chest. She doesn’t deserve this…his patience, his warmth, the way he’s still so gentle even after everything she said.

But Jey just offers a small, soft smile, his thumb brushing one last time over her cheek.

“Night, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice warm and tender.

And then he steps back, hands sliding into his pockets, lingering just long enough to make sure she gets inside safe.

Cherise watches him go, her breath shuddering, vision blurred with tears.  The door clicks shut behind her, and she crumbles—knees weak, hands trembling, guilt clawing through her chest until she can barely breathe.

She sinks to the floor, fingers clenching tight in the fabric of her hoodie, tears slipping silent and heavy down her cheeks.

Because she’s ruined it.

Because the look in his eyes said he’d wait for her as long as she needed, even if it killed him.

And God, it makes her chest ache.

♡

The fluorescent lights in the bursar’s office were harsh, too bright for the dull ache thrumming behind Cherise’s eyes. The chill of the air conditioning bit at her exposed arms, but she barely noticed, fingers fidgeting with the strap of her purse as she shifted from foot to foot.

The line moved slowly.

She shouldn’t even be here. Not really.

Rent was late. Her phone bill was past due. Groceries were low. She should’ve been saving every dollar, stretching it thin until the next shift at the club. But if she didn’t make a down payment by the end of the week, her classes would be dropped. And after everything she’d been through, everything she’d sacrificed, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—let that happen.

The line inched forward, and Cherise’s stomach twisted.

She tried to breathe past the tightness in her chest, tried to ignore the ugly lump of guilt that had taken up residence in her throat since that night outside her apartment. Since Jey’s eyes, soft and warm, and the way his thumb brushed a tear from her cheek without a single ounce of judgment.

A week.

It had been a week since she’d last seen him, since she’d told him she needed space and watched him walk away with her heart still clenched tight in his hand.

Cherise’s fingers dug tighter into her purse strap, nails pressing hard enough to leave half-moon indents in the leather. Focus. She was doing this for herself, for her future.

“Next!”

She exhaled sharply, reaching the front desk.

The woman behind the counter, an older lady with kind eyes and tight gray curls, smiled at her.  "Hi there, how can I help you?"

"I’m here to make a tuition payment," Cherise said, forcing a polite smile. "For the current semester."

"Alright, sweetheart, what’s your student ID?"

Cherise rattled it off, fingers already gripping the strap of her bag like a stress ball.

She watched as the woman typed into the computer, her expression shifting as she scanned the screen.

She knew her balance was ugly—$87,350 for the rest of the semester alone, not even touching next year. There was no way she could pay all of it today, but even a partial payment would keep her enrolled, would buy her time to figure the rest out.

Then—

A small, warm smile.

"Oh, Ms. Dupree, you actually don’t have an outstanding balance anymore."

Cherise blinked. "I—what?"

"Your tuition has already been covered," the woman said, still smiling like she had just delivered the best news in the world. "For the rest of your program, actually."

Cherise felt like the floor had tilted.

Her stomach dropped. "I’m sorry, what?"

"Yes, your remaining semesters have been fully paid off. Looks like it was handled earlier last week."

Her fingers flew over the keyboard, pulling up the transaction details, and Cherise’s breath hitched at the number glowing on the screen.

$965,852.

Her brain lagged. It didn’t make any sense. Usually the financial aid office would send an email in advance to let her know they’ll cover her expenses but this? It seemed way too generous. 

"Who paid for it?" she blurted out, her voice tight.

The woman clicked through a few screens, then looked back at her with an apologetic smile. “It appears to be an anonymous donor but..they did leave a note for you.”

Cherise’s breath caught.

The woman leaned down, rifling through a stack of envelopes behind the counter before pulling out a plain white one. Her name was scrawled in neat, slanted handwriting across the front—no return address, no sender.

With trembling fingers, Cherise took it.

She hesitated, breath shallow, and carefully slid her nail under the flap, tugging it open.

A single sheet of paper slipped out, cream-colored and soft to the touch, folded once. Her heart pounded heavy and thick as she unfolded it, eyes scanning the inked words in that same familiar handwriting.

Keep going, pretty girl. You deserve this and more.

— J

And at the bottom, sketched in careful, intricate detail, was a butterfly.

Cherise’s breath hitched, her eyes blurring, fingers trembling so bad the paper nearly slipped from her grasp. She traced the wings with unsteady fingertips—delicate, detailed, every line shaded with painstaking precision.

She’d recognize it anywhere.

The butterfly inked inside Jey’s bicep—beautiful and intricate, woven with tribal details. A reminder of transformation, of growth.

Cherise’s breath hitched.

Anonymous.

But she knew.

She knew exactly who it was.

And it felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs.

The woman’s voice was softer now. "Whoever it was… they must really believe in you, Ms. Dupree.”

Cherise’s throat closed.

She barely muttered a "thank you" before turning away, practically stumbling out of the office, her heart pounding in her ears.

The door swung shut behind her, and Cherise stumbled into the nearest hallway, her back hitting the cool concrete wall.  Her breath came out in short, broken gasps, the note clutched tight in her hands, her vision blurred and swimming.

And then the tears came.

Hot and heavy, slipping silently down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking with each ragged breath. Her fingers twisted tight in the note, her eyes squeezed shut.

Why would he do this?

After everything she said—after the way she pushed him away, accused him of lying, told him she needed space—why would he do this?  Why would he give her something so precious, so selfless, and not even ask for credit?

Not even ask for her thanks.

A soft, broken sob slipped past her lips, her knees threatening to buckle.

Because Jey didn’t want anything back. He never did.

And that hurt the most.

♡

Cherise curled into the corner of her couch, knees drawn to her chest, Jey’s hoodie wrapped tightly around her body like it could somehow keep her from falling apart.

Trinity sat beside her, one leg tucked under the other, watching her carefully. She hadn’t said much since she arrived, just letting Cherise breathe—because Lord knew she hadn��t been doing enough of that lately.

The only sound in the apartment was the occasional sniffle from Cherise, the soft hum of the city outside, and the rhythmic tap of Trinity’s acrylic nails against her thigh as she waited.

Waited for Cherise to talk.

Cherise inhaled shakily, staring at her hands. "He paid off my tuition, Trin."

Trinity didn’t react with shock. She had already suspected it. But now that she had confirmation, she let out a slow breath, shaking her head. "Damn."

"Yeah."

Cherise bit the inside of her cheek, her throat tight. "And I treated him like shit."

"You did." Trinity’s voice wasn’t harsh. Wasn’t judgmental. Just… honest.

Cherise’s eyes burned. "I don’t even know why he would do that, Trin.  After everything I said to him, after how I shut him out—"

"Because he cares, dummy." Trinity sighed, rubbing Cherise’s back.  "Jey ain’t the type to do something for no reason. He ain’t lookin’ for credit, he ain’t tryna make you owe him. He did it ‘cause he wanted to, Cher."

Cherise swallowed hard. "I don’t deserve that."

"Who told you that?"

Cherise flinched at the sharpness in her tone. "I—"

"Who told you that, Cherise? ‘Cause I know damn well it wasn’t Jey.  And it damn sure wasn’t me."

Cherise pressed her lips together, gripping the sleeves of Jey’s hoodie so tight her fingers ached.

Trinity nodded like she had her answer. "That man got in your head."

Cherise’s whole body stiffened. "Don’t—"

"Tremaine." Trinity said his name with nothing but venom. "That bastard got in your head, Cherise. And you let him."

Cherise winced. "I didn’t—"

"You did, babe.” Trinity’s voice was softer now, but the words still stung. "And I get it. I do. You been through so much, Cher. More than most people can even imagine. You lost your mama before you even had a chance to know her. You lost your daddy before he could see you graduate. And then Tremaine? That low-life groomed you.”

Cherise flinched.

The word hit like a slap to the face.

She had never said it out loud.

Never called it what it was.

She had been young. Eighteen, fresh into the world, thinking she had all the answers. And Tremaine had fed on that. He had made her believe she was making choices for herself—that stripping was her decision, that he was just "helping" her get on her feet.

But now, looking back?

She had never been in control of it.

He had chosen her name.

He had chosen when she danced, what she wore, how much she made.

And when she had finally started standing on her own—

He took everything from her.

Trinity’s fingers squeezed her hand. "He made you feel like you weren’t worthy of love.  Like you weren’t worthy of somebody wantin’ you for more than what’s between your legs. And that’s why you keep pushin’ people away, Cher."

Cherise’s throat closed.

"It’s why you never let people stick around."

Cherise hated that she was crying now.

"It’s why the second Jey showed you he cared, you ran."

Cherise wiped at her face furiously, shaking her head. "I just—I don’t know how to do this, Trin!"

"I know, baby." Trinity pulled her into a hug, rubbing slow circles on her back. "You never had anybody stay before. But that don’t mean you can’t learn, Cherise. And that damn sure don’t mean you let a good man slip away just ‘cause you scared."

Cherise buried her face into Trinity’s shoulder, body trembling.

"I think I already lost him." Her voice was small, broken.

"Then go find him."

"What if he don’t wanna see me?"

Trinity snorted. "Girl, please. Jey ain’t built like that. He likes you, Cher. Hell, I think he loves you and just ain’t said it yet."

Cherise froze.

Her stomach flipped. "Don’t say that."

"Why?  ‘Cause it’s true?"

Cherise clenched her jaw. "Trin—"

"Nah, let’s be real."* Trinity leaned back, looking her dead in the eyes.  "That man ain’t lookin’ for no lil’ fling. He could have that at any time. But he chose you. He came back for you. He spent time with you. He paid your tuition without even tellin’ you. Who does that, Cher?"

Cherise bit her lip.  "Jey."

"Exactly." Trinity gave her a knowing look. "And you need to talk to him."

Cherise sniffled, wiping her face again.  "What do I even say?"

"You apologize. And you tell him what happened. No more runnin’."

Cherise swallowed hard.  "And what if he don’t want me after that?"

Trinity smirked. "Then I’ll slap the shit out of him."

Cherise let out a watery laugh, shaking her head.

Trinity squeezed her hand.  "Lucky for you… I know exactly where he is."

♡

The iron clashed and clattered with every rep, the clang of weights echoing through the empty private gym, sharp and loud against the low hum of hip-hop vibrating from the speakers.

Jey pressed the barbell back onto the rack with a grunt, his breath ragged, muscles burning, but the tight knot in his chest stayed coiled and heavy, refusing to ease.

“Damn, Uce,” Jimmy drawled from where he leaned against the bench press next to him, arms crossed. “You alright? Ain’t no way you goin’ that hard just ‘cause.”

Jey exhaled, dragging a towel over his face, jaw clenched tight. He leaned back, the metal of the bench cold through his hoodie, eyes trained on the ceiling tiles.

“It ain’t nothin’,” he muttered, though the edge in his voice said otherwise.

“Mmhmm.” Jimmy snorted, one brow arching high.  “Aight, tell that to them weights. You been actin’ on edge all week. You gon’ tell me what’s goin’ on or you gon’ keep lyin’?”

Jey scowled, tossing the towel aside. “I said it ain’t nothin’.”

Jimmy huffed, lips quirking in a smirk.  “Uce. You can’t tell me it ain’t nothin’ if you been punching that bag over there like it’s a dude for the past hour. What’s really goin’ on?”

Jey’s jaw tightened, his fingers flexing over his knees.

But Jimmy was patient. He didn’t push, just folded his arms and waited, eyes steady and knowing, like he could see right through Jey’s bullshit which, to be fair, he probably could. Twintuition and all.

Finally, Jey exhaled, scrubbing a hand down his face. “It’s… it’s Cherise,” he admitted, voice low, gruff.

Jimmy’s brows shot up.  “Ohhh. That explains a lot,” he said with a low chuckle. “Y’all beefin’ or somethin’? Ain’t seen her at the club in weeks. Trin said she been quiet.”

Jey’s jaw ticked. “I don’t know,” he muttered, his voice tight. “One minute she cool, the next she… I don’t know, she just flipped on me.  Said she needed space. That things was movin’ too fast.”

Jimmy whistled low.  “Damn,” he murmured, eyes narrowing slightly.  “And she ain’t tell you why?”

Jey shook his head, frustration simmering hot beneath his skin. “I been tryna give her space, but it don’t make no sense,” he muttered, fingers drumming restlessly against his thigh. “She was fine, then outta nowhere she just… shut down. Said shit that didn’t even sound like her. Like she ain’t trust me or somethin’.”

Jimmy was quiet for a moment, lips pursing. “Aight,” he said slowly.  “You sure it was outta nowhere, though?”

Jey’s eyes flicked up, narrowing. “What you mean?”

“I mean,” Jimmy drawled, lifting a brow, “you ever think that maybe she ain’t just flip out for no reason? That maybe somethin’ happened?  Or somebody got in her ear?”

Jey stiffened, something cold sliding down his spine.

He’d considered it—hell, it was the only thing that made sense. But if somebody was fuckin’ with Cherise, who? And why?

“I been thinkin’ that,” he admitted, his voice low, strained. “But I don’t know who the fuck it could be. All I know is she been different.  Jumpy.  Scared. Like she waitin’ for the other shoe to drop or somethin’.”

Jimmy hummed, tilting his head. “You try to talk to Trin about it?”

“She don’t know shit,” Jey muttered, irritation bleeding into his tone.  “She said Cherise been duckin’ her calls too.”

Jimmy blew out a breath, shaking his head. “Damn, Uce,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s rough.  But…”

“But what?”

“But maybe you gotta think about what made her like that,” Jimmy said carefully, eyes steady. “I mean, look, I ain’t sayin’ it’s cool that she went off on you, but you don’t know what kinda dudes she been with before you, uce. She a dancer. You know she done seen some grimy shit.”

Jey’s hands clenched, his teeth grinding. He knew that. Knew it from the way she flinched at loud noises, the way her eyes darted around the club, always watching, always guarded.

The way she never talked about her past.

“Yeah, I get that,” he bit out. “But damn, uce, I ain’t them. She gotta know that by now.”

Jimmy huffed. “But does she?” he challenged, lifting a brow. “Jey, I been watchin’ y’all for months. That girl likes you. But she act like somebody waitin’ around the corner to pull the rug out from under her.  That ain’t no regular trust issue shit. That’s trauma.”

The word landed heavy in the air, settling in the space between them like a weight.

Jey’s hands flexed, guilt churning hot and sick in his gut.

Because Jimmy was right.

Cherise didn’t just have trust issues—she had scars, old and deep, the kind you couldn’t just kiss away, no matter how bad you wanted to.

And maybe he’d been too busy wanting her to notice how much she was still bleeding. 

“Shit,” Jey muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “What the fuck am I supposed to do, Uce?”

Jimmy smirked, clapping a hand over his shoulder. “Easy,” he said with a shrug. “You go find your girl, you tell her the truth, and you let her know you ain’t goin’ nowhere. Even if she push you away.”

Jey exhaled slowly, the tightness in his chest easing just slightly.

Maybe Jimmy was right. Maybe Cherise just needed to see that he was in this for real, that he wasn’t running just because she got scared.

Before he could respond-

“Yo,” a voice drawled, smooth and low.  “Can I spot you?”

Both Jey and Jimmy turned toward the voice.

A man stood there.

Maybe early to mid thirties.

Lean build. Average height.

Something about his stance rubbed Jey the wrong way—too easy, too confident.

Like he thought he was somebody.

Jey nodded once, grabbing his towel off the bench.  "I’m good, man."

But the dude didn’t leave.

Just smirked, tilting his head slightly.  “I’m Tremaine. Y’all the Usos, huh?"

Jimmy let out a short chuckle. "Damn. We can’t go nowhere without bein’ recognized."

Jey, however, didn’t like this dude’s energy.

Didn’t like how he was lingering.

But he played it cool. "Yeah, somethin’ like that."

"Man, y’all killin’ it right now," he continued, nodding. "That Bloodline run? Big fan.”

Jey didn’t drop his guard, but he responded anyway. "Appreciate it."

"You trainin’ for ‘Mania?"

"Somethin’ like that."

Tremaine let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "Man, must be nice.  Bet y’all got all kinds of perks. Travel, money… women."

Jey’s expression didn’t change.  “It’s cool.”

But something about the way the dude said that statement made his skin crawl.

“Aye, you be at that club off 17th, right?” Tremaine asked casually, racking weights. “The one with all them thick-ass strippers?  You ever had that lil’ brownskin one? Candy, I think her name was…She used to be mine.”

Jey went still.

His eyes darkened.

And his fingers curled into fists.

"That so?"

"Hell yeah." Tremaine let out a short chuckle. "Back then?  Man, she was soft. She ain’t know shit about how the world worked. She just wanted to go to school, get her lil’ nursing degree, be a good girl or whatever. But life don’t work like that."

Jey stayed still, adjusting the tape around his wrist. “Word?”

"Mmm-hmm." Tremaine chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head like he had won something. "Man, that girl… whew. You seen her, right? All them curves?  She was built for this. Wasn’t even her idea to strip at first, but I knew she’d be perfect for it."

Jey froze.

"You put her onto it?" he asked, his voice even.

"Hell yeah.” Tremaine let out a short laugh. "She was young. Fresh.  Had no idea what to do with herself. But I saw the potential, y’know?  Saw what she could be. She ain’t wanna do it at first, but… all that shyness? It don’t mean shit when rent due, right?"

Jey’s knuckles cracked.

Jimmy tensed beside him. "Uce—"

Jey ignored him. "So what, you was takin’ care of her?"

Tremaine smirked. "Man, I was doin’ more than that.  I was makin’ her. Taught her everything.  How to move, how to talk, how to pull the big spenders. I even gave her that name—‘Candy’."

Jey’s jaw tightened.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm." Tremaine shook his head, grinning.  "Ain’t it fittin’?  Sweet, soft, melts in your mouth, drippin’ when you touch it…"

Jey’s vision blurred.

The restraint it took to keep his hands at his sides was inhumane.

Tremaine kept going.

Kept digging his grave.

"She used to cry about it, though," he said, shaking his head with fake sympathy. "Said she ain’t wanna do it, said she ain’t like how men looked at her.  But you know how it is. They all say that at first. You just gotta… break ‘em in."

Jey stilled.

His fingers curled into fists so tight his nails dug into his palms.

"She ain’t start feelin’ herself ‘til I taught her how," Tremaine continued, voice smug.  "Got her all comfortable. Had her thinkin’ she was makin’ moves. Even let her keep her little cut. ‘Course, I had to take mine. Ain’t fair otherwise."

Jimmy was watching Jey now.

The slight shake in his shoulders.

The way his breathing had gone shallow.

"Uce—"

Tremaine wasn’t done.

"She was real loyal at first, too," he mused, shaking his head like he was reminiscing. "Had that ride-or-die shit. But then she started getting ideas. Thought she could run shit on her own. Thought she could keep all that money she was makin’."

Jey’s breath was short.

He could feel fire curling under his ribs.

Tremaine smirked.  "So, I had to humble her. Remind her how good she had it with me."

Jey’s teeth gritted. "How you do that?"

"Oh, you’d love this one." Tremaine leaned in, like they were just two guys catching up.

Jey waited.

"You ever see a girl really break?" Tremaine asked, tilting his head.  "Not just cry, not just sniffle, but completely break?  It’s a hell of a sight, man. And let me tell you…Man, she really thought we was just goin’ out. Had her all dressed up nice, lookin’ real pretty, thinkin’ we was on some date night shit."

His smirk turned into something cruel.

"One of my boys was gettin’ married, so I got her a nice lil’ gig at his bachelor party. The look on her face when she walked in and saw all my boys sittin’ there, just waiting for her? Priceless." He laughed. "I never seen a girl look so fucking helpless in my life."

Jey stopped breathing.

Jimmy froze.

"She looked at me like I stabbed her in the back," Tremaine went on.  "But what the fuck was she expectin’? That was her job. Her purpose.  She wanna be a stripper, but she wanna pick and choose who she dance for?  Nah, man.  Ain’t how it works."

Jey’s fingers curled into a fist.

"She ain’t dance at first." Tremaine leaned in slightly, his grin widening. "So I had to make her. Told her if she ain’t get up and do what she was good at, then she wasn’t gon’ have a place to sleep that night."

Jey’s entire body tensed.

"She did it, though," Tremaine continued, laughing under his breath.  "Shaky as hell, but she did it. And by the end of the night?  Shit, she learned real quick. She learned how to shut the fuck up and play her part."

Jey felt his blood boiling.

But he let him keep going.

Because he needed to hear how far this motherfucker was willing to go.

"Shame, though," Tremaine said, shaking his head.  "She ain’t learn fast enough. Started thinking she was bigger than me. Thinking she ain’t need me. So, y’know, I had to remind her again.”

Jey’s chest rose and fell steadily. "And how’d you do that?"

Tremaine grinned. "Took my cut. Took her cut, too. Took all that money she was stackin’ for school and got the fuck outta there."

Jey’s fingers twitched.

"Left her with nothin’." Tremaine exhaled, shaking his head. “Told her it was what she deserved. ‘Cause, man… girls like her?  They don’t get no fairytale endings. She ain’t built for that."

Jey’s blood turned to ice.

His pulse pounded, ears ringing.

Jimmy shifted uneasily, eyes flicking between them. He knew somebody was going to be leaving on a stretcher and it sure as hell wasn’t him or Jey.

Tremaine grinned. "But damn, I do miss that body, though.  That girl was tight, boy. Made the sweetest lil’ sounds when she—"

The first punch flew.

CRACK.

Tremaine’s head snapped back, his body jerking as the force sent him stumbling.

But Jey wasn’t done.

Before Tremaine could even react, Jey grabbed him by the collar, dragging him down to the gym floor, his fists slamming into his face again and again and again.

Jimmy shouted, trying to yank Jey back.  "Uce!"

But Jey wasn’t listening.

This was beyond anger.

This was rage.

This was vengeance.

Jey’s vision was tinted red, his hands coated in Tremaine’s blood, the sound of fists connecting with flesh ringing in his ears.

“Josh, chill!” Jimmy was pulling at Jey’s shoulder now. "You gon’ kill him, man!”

"Maybe I should!" Jey snarled, rearing his fist back again.

Jimmy yanked him back, arms locked around his chest. “Joshua, enough!”

Jey struggled, his chest heaving, his blood still roaring in his ears. Tremaine gasped on the ground, coughing up spit and blood, his eye already swelling shut. Jey’s entire body was shaking. His fists ached.  His breathing was ragged.

Then the sound of a door swinging open.

"Joshua?!”

The voice was familiar.

Too familiar.

Jey’s head snapped up.

And there she was.

Cherise with Trinity in tow. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide, frozen in place as she took in the scene that previously unfolded.

Jey, chest heaving, knuckles bloody with a busted lip from one of Tremaine’s cheap shots he barely felt due to the adrenaline.

Tremaine, curled on the floor, bruised and broken.

Jimmy, looking exhausted as he tried to hold Jey back.

Her breath caught. "What…what the hell is going on?"

Jey stared at her, heart pounding.

Tremaine laughed, his voice wet with blood. "Damn, baby… even after all these years, you still got niggas out here fightin’ over you."

Jey snapped again, lunging forward, but Cherise moved fast.

"Joshua, no!”

Her hands caught his face.

And just like that—

Everything stilled.

His rage froze.

His breath hitched.

And all that existed was her.

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New Hair | Jey Uso (Text Imagine)

Pairings: Jey Uso x black! reader

Warnings: nothing, just Jey being flirty😌

Summary: You just got your hair done and you text Jey a picture of it.

A/N: i definitely didn’t make this instead of working on my report for biochemistry…

[romanreignsbae]

Bloodline dating b!tchy reader:

Roman - Roman is known for having a short temper. Your smart mouth doesn’t help your case in any shape or form. The little slick comments you tend to sneak in here or there while Roman’s talking don’t go unnoticed. If your in a family or friend setting he'll keep his cool for the moment, but the second you get home best believe there's gonna be no attitude left in you by the time he's done you. While he'd never admit it you, he absolutely loves the sass and attitude you give, he finds it extremely attractive.

"Where did all that attitude go now huh?" Roman huffed out while pounding into your cunt relentlessly. “M’ so so sorry daddy!” you pleaded. You could feel the way his balls were bruising the skin around your now puffy pussy. Shifting his angle Roman began brutally assaulting your g-spot causing you to scream out. “Please- please let me cum daddy!” you pleaded for mercy as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His hand was brought right to you cheek slapping it lightly, not once stopping the relentless abuse on your g-spot. “Hey hey, keep those pretty eyes on me.. and then maybe I’ll let you cum like the little slut you are.” Boy, was this gonna a be a long night..

Jey - Jey is a certified hothead, everyone knows this. So being disrespected by the person he loves most? That ain’t gonna slide with him. The two of you were sharing a nice dinner until it was suddenly ruined by your waiter completely messing up your meals, you already started the day off on the wrong side of the bed and immediately stormed out of the restaurant not even waiting for dinner to be served. Of course Jey followed behind you, and told you to cut it out, but you being your petty self refused to go back inside. So he drove you home, and even on the way back stopped to pick up some fast food for you, cause he insisted he didn’t want his girl to be hungry. Bur for some reason nothing would cut it for you and you continued rolling you eyes, sighing of boredom of him speaking, and even ignoring him.

By the time you got home he was completely done with having you behaving like this. “Getcho ass over here..” You moved up the stairs in a rush attempting to get away from the furious man who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. The sound of sneakers loudly moving up the stairs behind you. The heels you decided to wear weren’t helping your case in anyway. “Watch what I do with yo ass now” Jey’s voice crept up as a large hand came across your neck tightening teasingly and another hand moved across your stomach protectively. His hardened crotch pressed up against your backside causing you to let out a sigh knowing what was coming next. You were in for it now.

Jimmy - Jimmy was never ever a serious guy. He could crack a joke in the darkest moments of your lives and still evoke a laugh out of you. He was laid back, cool and collected. But when you disrespected him…that was one of the few times you’ll ever see big Jim serious or upset. In one specific instance, Jimmy had decided he would take you out for a nice meal. Fancy restaurant and everything. You appreciated the idea heavily and began getting ready for the night out. But from there on out nothing was going your way. Your hair wasn’t cooperating, your makeup didn’t look right, and you couldn’t find anything nice to wear that satisfied you. In the car you were grumpy with Jimmy but he thought it would die down when you got your food. He just assumed you were hangry.

But he was terribly wrong. The whole time you rolled your eyes at him, ignored him, and avoided eye contact with him. You knew deep down he didn’t deserve it but you couldn’t help yourself.

“Quit it with your attitude. Now.” He ordered with anger slowing masking his face. “Fuck off” you murmured while staring at the floor. “The fuck you say?” When the two of you got back into the car he wasted no time yanking you into the back seat and pulling your mini dress up, your ass exposed to the cool air in the car. Without warning he spanked you as hard as he could causing you to yelp out in pain. You could feel the burning sensation he was bringing upon you with his bare hand. “Count before I double the amount..” you counted to 15 when he finally let up on you. “Say sorry now.” he looked at your face that was covered in tears. “I’m sorry.” You said softly. He moved his hand up to your chin moving your face upward. “I’m sorry for having to do that. I love you.” He moved in to softly kiss you.

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SUMMARY ⋆ jey has one of his ideas , and it involves his pretty little girlfriend . . . as always . WARNINGS ⋆ just pure smut / dom !! jey / thigh riding / daddy kink / spanking / spit kinda ? ... looks around / multiple orgasms / size kink / there's an age gap but its more shown than told idk das his baby / dirty talking / pet names ( mama , baby , babygirl , bunny ) / jey luvs his baby / thinly veiled foot kink bye WORD COUNT ⋆ 1 . 4 k NOTES ⋆ IIBTPUIYOTOMMMMMM

Ardent lust emits in a series of ungodly acts, hidden and buried away in a bedroom on a private island. No lights, no cameras. Nothing exists but strong, steady hands under the airy fabric of an angel white sundress. 

The video game is background noise. You lose! flashes in ugly red letters resembling the spillage of blood, the controller buzzes against the leather cushions away from the pair, both of whom are so very preoccupied. Jey sits with his muscular legs spread wide, top row of pearly teeth denting his soft bottom lip, lashes low and head tilted. His curls are damp from his recent shower, traces of fallen droplets on his bare chest, to which he pays no mind, for his amorous gaze is steady set on a much sweeter objective. 

Between his thick thighs stands his lover; a hot, flustered mess of a girl whose dress is bunched up at her waist by one of Jey’s large hands, soft belly and plush thighs, the flesh of round hips enduring the painful dimpling subjected by the thin straps of a pure white g-string. They’re both more than aware of the lack of discomfort, but Jey coos as though it’s the definition of torture. The nerve of that piece of fabric, hurting his babygirl. That’s enough cause to curl two thick digits around the slender gusset, beginning to pull it down her legs only to pause and let his knuckles linger in place, pressing them into the wetness of her folds, letting them catch against her clit and break her silence with a squeak of response. He chuckles, she groans, and he yanks the garment off in one swift movement while happily licking his knuckles clean. “Jey…”  She begins quietly, but words don’t come to her, her being consumed by the need for more of his touch, and she hopes the lovelorn sparkle in her eyes speaks for her. Alongside the panties goes the dress, tugged down her shoulders and tossed to the other side of the couch, entirely out of reach. Now, bare before him, she awaits his next move. 

“Want you right here, mama,” Jey rasps out, taking hold of her waist, tugging her in, patiently guiding her to straddle a singular thigh, continuing in a sultry tone that has her soaking through his sweats, “Just sit your pretty ass right here and let me take care a’you, ‘k? Wanna try somethin’ new…” He uses his knuckle to nudge her chin, dark brown eyes awaiting an answer. Calm and sensual as his demeanor is, the shakiness of his breathing reveals the tightening thread behind the curtains, ready to snap into something more primal, something less gentle. It’s the perfect time to be good and nod, so she does. “Good girl…  here we go, baby.”

A beat of tenderness, dainty wrists clasped in big hands that help settle her much smaller ones atop his broad shoulders. Then, without a second’s hesitation, Jey grips her hips and rocks them slowly against his thigh; her slick folds dragging over the gray fabric. Lightening dances up her spine, the first surge of pleasure makes a moan sound out in symphony between them, and her perfectly manicured nails dig into his skin, scratching over the inked expanse of flesh as a rhythm is set. Her darling mien is softened by the delectable sensation, lashes almost brushing her cheekbones, lips parted, tongue on the verge of sticking out past them. She’s so dirty, so depraved, possessed by carnal indulgence with such little effort, her film of innocence losing opacity with each sap like noise from her throat, and Jey quickly realizes he’s no longer in her view, the lense that views him fogged up by desperation, by the chase of peak ecstasy. 

“Feel good?” His warm chest rumbles, low voice vibrating against the hinge of her jaw as his mouth kisses and nips the delicate spot. “Does that lil’ pussy like makin’ a mess on my clothes?” All he receives in response are pleasure drunken hums, a soft croon of a yes, and he grunts. The grip on her hips tightens into a bruising one, a twinge of pain reminds her of his presence, but his eyes are on the sweet cunt staining his sweats. A curl appears at the corner of his lips, a single canine flashing in the dim lights, and he applies pressure, watches as soft pussy lips part further, her folds mold to the fabric. Just like that, her hips twitch, tongue lolls out enough for him to lick against it with his own, and as she falls apart, he sucks on the dewy muscle with pride. 

“Jey… m—my god, fuck…  fuck…” She coos, encompasses his neck with her arms, chest coming down to press against his as her figure shivers through the ecstasy. Strings of spit connect their mouths as he laughs, dives in to kiss her again, hands shifting from her hips. One strong arm wraps around her waist, a palm travels up slowly, groping at warm flesh before it settles gently at her cheek, thumb toying with a saliva slicked bottom lip. 

“Look at you… such a dirty, dirty girl,” he murmurs, “So fuckin’ pretty, ruinin’ my fuckin’ sweats…  and I bet you wanna go again, don’t you?” That dark glint returns within mere seconds of disappearing, his thumb pushing into her mouth to press down on her tongue, making it impossible for any words to form, but the lotus has been consumed, and her plump lips wrap around the digit with an unholy lack of resistance. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do… c’mon, bunny. Gimme another one. Take daddy for a ride.” 

A second large hand smooths itself against the elegant small of her back, fingers dragging over smooth skin. Her being reads his touch with ease, curving her body just how he desires, leaving her hips to find their own rhythm. She whimpers around his thumb when his hand lifts, for no amount of his touch is enough. Greedy little thing, pouting for more while using her own spot of slick to get herself off again on his lap. A cry muffles itself as the heavy set of fingers swats at her plush ass, one smack for each precious, supple cheek. The thumb slips from her mouth, his fingertips dent into her cheeks, making her lips pucker. “You look a fuckin’ mess, lil’ baby…”

Amusement on his features, it’s impossible to deny he’s enjoying every sinful second of this, leaning in to suck her juicy bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a wet pop! 

“You love me?” He coos in a melody that verges on condescending. “Tell me, baby, you love me, don’t you?” Clasping her chin even tighter, he presses his fingertips harder into her cheeks, and with the motions of her body, her contorted lips, she offers a nod, an incoherent sound that doesn’t serve to be enough for him. A blink of an eye, he’s swatting down at her ass again, harshly, with both huge hands. 

“Ah! I love you— I love you! I love you, daddy!” Her voice is strained with oncoming euphoria, another loud smack, the sting of handprints lighting up a dark, masochistic corner of her brain, pain stirring with pleasure for a heartbeat, then two; her back arches, body falls soft, crumpling into his chest, and she chokes out a moan, a gush of juices against his thigh marks her second orgasm of the night. 

“There you go… there you go, my baby… did such a good job, babygirl.”

Flowery and abuzz, she’s panting into his chest, eyes shut as he soothes her with kiss after kiss, scraping his nails up and down her slender back. Fingertips travel down the shape of her hips, rub down her thighs, toy with her anklets before his hands take her small feet into his palms.  His thumbs pressing slow circles into the balls of her feet, Jey watches in adoration as her perfectly pedicured toes curl with relief. “Perfect from head to toe… pretty lil’ thing… Just wanna keep making a mess of you over and over and over.” One of the feet in his grip kick up a little, a drowsy giggle sounding from her relaxed figure. Jey chuckles, nuzzling his nose against her cheek, murmuring near her ear, teeth catching on her earlobe to tug playfully. “Get some rest, baby… You’re gonna need it… I’m not done with that pussy just yet.”

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Plan B MasterList

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

FULL NAME

Hamisa Janeisha Woo

BIRTHDAY

February 14, 1989

BIRTH SIGN

Aquarius

BIRTHPLACE

Miami, FL

AGE

35 years old

OCCUPATION

Soccer player • entrepreneur • sports broadcaster • wrestler

ABOUT

She is a retired soccer player who was a regular on the U.S. women's national soccer team from 2008 to 2016. Became the CEO of Hamisa Boutique, an online clothing outlet that caters to teens and women. And she is a sports broadcaster and part time wrestler for WWE. She has over nineteen million Instagram followers.

BEFORE FAME

She was an All-American while playing college soccer.

TRIVIA

She attended Georgia Tech University and competed in track and field and soccer. She graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Literature, Media, and Communication (LMC) degree.

FAMILY LIFE

She is Afro-Brazilian. Her mother is from Duque de Caxias, Rio de Janeiro state. She is recently gave birth to a baby girl, eight months ago.

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Hamisa Janeisha Woo

Public Figure

WWE

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hamisawoo Twenty days into 2025, I sit in awe, reflecting on the miracle that is my daughter. Eight months ago, I gave birth to the most beautiful little soul, and the gratitude I feel is beyond words. Glory to God for this precious gift, this life that’s brought so much joy, growth, and love into my world.

To my incredible birth team, thank you from the depths of my heart for supporting me in bringing her into this world safely, in the comfort of our home, surrounded by love. We did it—unmedicated, and it was more than just a birth. It was a rebirth for me, a process of transformation that reshaped my mind, body, and soul.

I always imagined birth as just the physical arrival of a baby, but what I experienced was so much more profound. It wasn’t just the miracle of life; it was a journey of silencing the mind, letting go of every fear, every doubt, and surrendering to the natural power within. The woman I once was stepped aside to make space for the mother I was becoming. There is something sacred in that space, where pain and love intertwine, where you realize just how strong you truly are.

In those moments, I wasn’t just giving birth to a baby—I was becoming a mother, in the truest sense of the word. Thank you, my sweet girl, for showing me strength I never knew I had. Thank you for teaching me that surrender isn’t weakness; it’s the ultimate form of trust.

Here’s to the journey of motherhood—a lifelong process of growth, learning, and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for the path that brought me to you, and for the new chapters still to be written. 💕

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