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Never Have I Ever // Jey Uso x Reader

Author's Note -> So I had this interesting little idea and figured I'd write it out for y'all... not sure how I feel about it yet but lmk if you like it 🤭 Oh! I have a masterlist now too, so you can check out some other stories I did recently :) happy reading!

Plot -> An innocent game leads to a new first, and new love.

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

Warnings -> Drinking, Cursing, Hickies, Oral (Fem!Receiving), Unprotected P in V, Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.3k

Game Night. The one night a month where you, Josh, Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina could have a night to yourselves. No kids, no wrestling events to stress over, just drinks and quality time with your people. You met them through work, and although you were part of the production crew you ended up clicking with them right away. Whenever you all were inevitably on the road for shows, you traveled together, stayed at the same hotel, ventured the cities together, you had basically become part of the family.

Game Night originally started as a couples get-together for Jon, Trin, Joe, and Galina but seeing as you and Josh were always around they happily extended the invitation to you two, despite both of you being single.

You were close with everybody in the group, but yours and Josh’s relationship was by far closer than the relationships you had with the others. Josh was the first WWE superstar to greet you on your first day on the job, showing you around and helping you get acclimated to your new work environment. Within the span of a couple weeks he was inviting you to family events, and the rest is history.

After helping yourself to a mixed drink in Joe and Galina's kitchen, you made your way back to the living room where everyone was congregated as they were trying to figure out the next game to play. “Why don’t we spice it up?” Trin suggested, “how about a game of ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

“Jesus, Trin. What are we, high schoolers?” You chimed in, “Might as well get a bottle out and start spinning it too.”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N, live a little,” she teased, “Sounds to me like you’ve got some secretssss!”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Start already, before you kill my buzz.” 

One by one everyone started taking turns going in a circle stating things they hadn’t done before; some sexual, some embarrassing, and some targeted to get certain players to put their fingers down. After a few rounds everyone in the group only had one finger remaining, and it was your turn. All you had to do was give one confession and everybody would be out of the game, making you the winner. You being as competitive as you were, you saved the best one for last. And you knew it would get everyone out. “Okay umm,” you paused dramatically even though you knew what you were going to say, “Never have I ever… received head.”

You smiled triumphantly as one by one, the group started putting down their fingers. Choruses of “Wowww, you had to go there,” “That’s so unfair,” and strings of curses came from everybody. Everybody except Josh.

“Nah, uce. That means nobody wins. Ma, the whole point of the game is to say somethin’ you haven’t done. You gotta put a finger down.”

“I know the rules, Josh,” you retorted, “I did say something I haven’t done. Which means I win.” “Wait, wait, wait. Girl, you’ve never had a man eat you out?” Trin asked shocked, her question making everyone realize what you had just said.

Josh interjects before you can respond, seemingly annoyed, “She has, Trin, she’s bullshittin’ rn. Because there ain’t no way-”

“There is a way, Josh, because it hasn’t happened. I’ve never had a man go down on me.”

Waves of shock cascaded across the room at your response. How could you go your entire adult life without getting your pussy eaten? It’s actually fairly easy,  just sleep with shitty dudes that don’t wanna reciprocate and there you have it. You’ve experimented a little bit within your sex life, but something as elementary as getting head was something you had yet to check off your bucket list? You can’t really blame everyone for being so surprised about it, shit you probably would be too if you were in their shoes. It seemed like with every second the group sat with this new revelation more and more questions were getting asked, almost an overwhelming amount.

“Okay okay chill, damn. Didn’t realize I was playing ‘truth or dare’ all of a sudden,” you joked before shifting to a more serious tone, “But yes, I’ve sucked dick before. Yes, I’ve been fingered. No, I’m not bullshitting. And yes, my taste in men is ass. Haven’t found a single one that wants to go down on me, yet they expect me to go down on them. Crazy I know, but it is what it is. Men ain’t shit apparently. Now there, did I cover everything?”

“So…,” Jon piped up, “What the fuck y’all be doin’ then? Just straight to pound town and that’s it? No warm up?”

“Pound town is crazyyyy,” you laughed, “But not exactly. Actually, I can break down every time I’ve ever had sex with somebody. It all follows the same steps: kiss on each other for a bit, take all our clothes off, I’ll suck his dick, we fuck, he cums, and then it’s over with.”

“Wait, girl, are you saying you’ve never cum during sex? If that’s what you’re saying honey, I’m sorry, but we gotta find you a fuckin’ man. No more of these boys that you’re messin’ with.” Galina asked.

“Oh, no, I have before. Just a handful of times though, most of the time I’ve gotta finish myself off after. Can’t really expect me to finish if you don’t warm me up a bit, you know?” You responded.

“Man, what the fuck is wrong with this generation? Giving your girl head should be a requirement, these boys you’re fuckin’ with are weird as fuck, Y/N, my girl’s right. We gotta find you a real man,” Joe stated.

“Oh, trust me, I agree with y’all. It’s why I just stopped having sex altogether; Imma have to finish myself off anyways, might as well not waste my time.”

“Y/N, babes, how fuckin’ long has it been since you’ve gotten dick?” Trin asked, anxiously waiting for your answer.

“Um…” Wow, you really had to think about it. “If I remember right, then around Christmas time…” “Oh, so less than a year then. For a second there I thought-”

“Of 2022,” you interrupted. Man, if earlier was chaotic, this new confession was fucking bedlam. Everyone seemed to be losing their minds, except Josh, who had stayed silent and kept his eyes locked on you throughout this entire exchange. 

“Alright, alright, yes I get it. It’s insane, I know. It is what it is, I guess. But as much as I’d love to continue sharing about my travesty of a sex life, I desperately need another drink. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?” Everyone started listing their drink of choice, and you were having a hard time keeping up with it all, until Josh spoke for the first time since your revelation.

“I’ll just come with you, seems like everybody needs something right now. You’re gonna need help carrying everyone’s shit.” You smiled at him, silently thanking him, but he didn’t say a word- he just followed closely behind you to the kitchen. You immediately went into bartender mode, making everyone’s drinks to bring back to the living room, but Josh stood still watching you from the entryway of the kitchen- still not talking.

“Hey, Josh, you mind helping me make a couple drinks real quick? I need some help over here,” you chuckled, but stopped when you noticed he wasn’t responding and turned to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Huh?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about you not getting your needs met? You know I would’ve helped you out, ma,” Josh asked, closing the distance between you two.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, turning back to finish making everyone’s drinks. “Helped me? What does that even mean? Look, I really don’t wanna talk about this right now, so can we put this convo on the back burner until the night is over with? Good, now help me carry these drinks back to the living room, would you?” You sighed, grabbing a few cups before brushing past him to head back to the group- leaving Josh alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

After a couple more games and a few more drinks, it was time for everyone to head out for the night. You rode to Joe’s house with Josh, who you hadn’t talked to since the conversation earlier in the kitchen. You were crashing there for the night, 1. Because you knew you’d have a drink too many and wouldn’t be able to drive, and 2. Because staying over at each others’ houses was a common occurrence nowadays. You both said your goodbyes to the group and headed back to his place. The car ride was silent, neither of you talking to the other and only the low hum of whatever songs were on Josh’s playlist. You stared out of the window the whole car ride, watching the blur of the city lights pass by and replaying you two’s conversation in your head over and over. What did he mean by, “I would’ve helped you out?” How would he have helped you?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the car pulling into Josh’s driveway and being put in park. Josh got out quickly, while you sat for a second to let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. Well, here goes nothing.

You got inside and went to take your jacket and shoes off, barely getting yourself situated before Josh spoke.

“So, are you ready to talk about it now or are you just not gonna address it?” Sigh, here we go.

“What is there to address, huh? All I did was tell the truth, I haven’t had a guy go down on me before. I don’t really understand what the big deal is.”

“The big deal is that you should’ve told me about this a long time ago,” Josh replied, “If you had told me I could’ve done something about it.”

“Done something about it? How, Josh? What could you have possibly done about it? It doesn’t even matter and honestly, I don’t understand why you’re so worked up over it.”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N, don’t act stupid. You know damn well if I had known about it I would’ve offered to be your ‘first’.” Sorry, what? You blinked hard, trying to make sure you heard him correctly. “Shit, as far as I’m concerned, offer’s still on the table,” his voice lowered, making slow strides towards you and backing you into the door, “What kind of ‘best friend’ would I be if I didn’t make sure you were taken care of, hmm?”

You shivered at his words, feeling the lust that was oozing from his words engulf the space between the two of you. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t imagined Josh like this before. Hell, he’s who you think about when you’re touching yourself at night. Sure, he was attractive, but lately you’d developed feelings for the man. You craved him in more ways than one, but never in a million years did you think you’d actually end up in this position- trapped between him and the door while he dragged his fingers along your sides, trailing further and further down…

“So, what’s it gonna be,” he paused, his hand finally reaching your core and rubbing you through your leggings you were wearing. He groaned, feeling your wetness that had soaked through now pooling on his fingers. “You gonna let me take care of you baby?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “Imma eat this pussy in every room of the house mamas, make you cum in every one of ‘em too. All you gotta do is say the word.”

Your skin felt like it was on fire. The sultriness in his voice had you ready to completely give yourself to him. You had completely soaked through your leggings at this point, and were convinced if they weren’t so restricting you’d be dripping wet for him. You had a choice to make: let him take you right here and raise some question marks surrounding your friendship, or decline his offer and leave yourself hot and bothered? Lucky for you, your voice made the decision before your mind did.

“Please, Josh, please.”

That was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours; desperately but passionate, lovingly yet intense. Your tongues battled for dominance while the two of you hastily removed any article of clothing separating you, craving to feel the warmth of each others’ skin with nothing in the way. Both of you were now left in just your undergarments, relentlessly kissing each other like your lives depended on it. His lips made their way to your neck, leaving trails of hickies in their wake. You moaned his name and fisted his hair with each one he created, trembling with every graze of his teeth or lick of his tongue.

“You… have no idea… how long… I’ve wanted this,” he muttered in between each bruise he made. Your head was thrown back against the wooden door, relishing every moment.

“Me too,” you breathed out, and it was the truth. You had only recently come to terms with seeing him as more than your best friend, but deep down you knew your feelings had begun months prior. He was all you ever thought about, and here you were, melting underneath him as he ensured not a single inch of your body went untouched by his lips. 

His hands traveled to the back of your thighs and by pure instinct you jumped into his arms, holding you tightly as he carried you to your first stop: the kitchen. Josh laid you down on the island countertop, goosebumps erupting all over as the cold surface touched your skin. You arched your back for him to remove your bra, and once removed, he placed a trail of kisses starting from your breasts and moving down to your sternum, then your stomach, and finally your hips, where the band of your thong rested. Looking up at you, his teeth grazed the soft skin before latching onto the waistband of your thong, before sliding it down your legs. His hands slowly traveled up your calves and to your thighs, spreading them apart to give him a look at what he’s been craving since earlier this evening.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he hummed, “And all mine too. Look at how wet you are for me already, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding her from me all this time, ma.” And with that he lowers his head and licks between your aching folds, your eyes widening and rolling to the back of your head the moment his mouth makes contact. He hungrily attacks your folds as your fingers weave themselves into his hair, pushing his face deeper into your pussy. The moans coming from your mouth are uncontrollable, repeating his name over and over as you fall further into oblivion. 

“Tastes so sweet, baby girl, could eat you for every meal.” His words vibrate through your core and your pussy flutters. You inadvertently buck your hips but his arm stops you, holding you down so you can take everything he’s giving you right now. His mouth wraps around your clit, paying special attention to the sensitive bud and you arch your back at the touch- feeling a familiar pressure building up in the pit of your stomach and quickly reaching its peak. “F-fuckk, Josh, feels so good. I’m gonna-”

“Let it out, princess. Show Daddy how good he makes you feel.”

Your orgasm rips through you, sending your body into a state you had never experienced before. You were writhing underneath him, holding onto his hair for dear life as your eyes roll into your skull and your back arches off the countertop. Strings of profanities and pants of his name cross your lips, lost in the flood of pleasure stemming from the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. You finally begin to take control of your breathing again, attempting to slow it as your body gives out and lies limp on the marble, completely wiped out. Josh lifts his head to reveal himself, mouth and beard dripping in your wetness. He smiles softly at you, proud that he was the first to eat your pussy and proud that he was able to make you completely fall apart for him. He leans up to you and gives a soft kiss to your lips, before lifting your body from the countertop and carrying you once again. “Oh, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I said I was gonna eat you in every room of this house tonight, and you know I don’t break my promises.”

“Ohh f-fuckk! J-Josh, I- I can’t, I’m-”

“Yes you can, mamas, gimme another one. You can do it, princess.” You were now on your 5th orgasm of the night. Josh had kept his promise alright, making you cum in the kitchen, living room, his office, master bathroom, and now his bedroom. You’d think after that many times a man would be exhausted, but with every time he had made you cum he had gained more energy. It’s like making you cum was his food source, and it was driving him to keep going. Once again you came hard from his mouth and tongue, vision turning white and seeing stars as you hit your orgasm. You were for sure tired, but one thought kept you going: you wanted his cock. Bad. 

“B-baby,” you panted, still coming down from your last orgasm, “Please… I want you. Fuck me, please.”

“You just came on my face 5 times, and now you want my dick? Fuck baby, you sure you can take it?” “Fuckk yes, Josh, just please… I need it, baby. I can handle one more.”

Josh takes off his boxers and climbs on top of you, passionately kissing your lips as he pumps his cock and rubs his tip up and down your sensitive pussy, making you whimper into the kiss. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, baby girl. Imma take good care of you, I promise. You ready for me, baby?”

You nod, staring into his eyes as he slowly enters you. You cry out as his cock fully fills your pussy, already close to cumming again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so fuckin’ tight. Taking me so well,” he hisses, slowly thrusting inside of you. He wraps your legs around his waist and peppers kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips, whispering praises to you as he slowly pumps in and out of you. Your pussy tightens around him, signaling you’re close, making him moan loudly in response. “Shitt, do that again, mamas. Squeeze my shit just like that, gonna make me fuck you full of my cum, baby.” You dig your nails into his shoulders and moan in response, “Is that what you want, baby girl? You want Daddy to fill you up ‘til you’re dripping my cum? Want me to cum deep, don’t you baby?”

“F-fuck… oh my god… please, Daddy. Want your cum in me so fuckin’ bad… s-shitt, Josh, I’m so-”

“Go ahead and soak this dick, pretty girl. I’m there too, baby. Cum for me.”Any energy you had saved was completely wiped out, coming undone again for him as he buried his face in your neck and pumped you full of his cum. Both of your moans echoed in his room, engulfing you two as you fell apart together. Josh collapses on the bed next to you, you both breathing heavily, and silent. Nothing needed to be said, as you nestled into his side and drifted to sleep with only one thought on your mind: Never have I ever… well now I have… and more. 

[4milly]

childish - jey u.

parings: manipulative!jey uso x black!reader

warnings: angst, use of n word, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, jey being an asshole is my fav sorry, cream pie, shower sex, manipulative jey, impregnation, dacryphilia, dumbification (if you squint),

word count: 3.9k (I BEEN GONE I WANTED TO GIVE YALL SOME)

you make me so mad, but i just come right back. it’s like i can’t get over you…

the music blasting through the speakers was enough to tune out the sound of your phone ringing...for nearly the 100th time. sexy redd and a bottle of casamigos mixed together was good enough to take your mind off things, not erase them.

jey called. than he called again. and again. and againnnn. he was doing all he could to reach you. he could play stupid all he fucking wanted too, he knew what the fuck he did. minus the arguing all day—for the last year—, jacob going live on instagram with them in the club last night was the straw that broke the camels back.

"imma head to bed though, ma. my damn head is pounding against my skull and shit" he muttered through the phone on facetime last night.

the call ended with the two of you kissing the screen on some clingy teenager bullshit. you were all googly eyed at him, just completely enamored. your man, your man, your man...all to get a live sent to you 45 minutes later of him in the club with some groupie ass bitch grinding on his lap and his hands on her hips.

all day you were going back and forth, him wanting to know what the problem is and you dodging it, making shady subliminal posts on the gram instead.

"bitch, get out your fucking head! fuck that nigga! he gone feel you this time!" you snapped out of your thoughts hearing lana, your best friend. she was kind enough to round up all the girls, give you her most see through and shortest outfit, do your hair, and makeup. honestly? you felt horrible. you wanted to do nothing more but lay in bed and cry you eyes out. but that nagging anger bubbling inside you was stronger.

she was right. he was gone feel it this time. no matter how much you missed him, it was fuck him right now.

a smile broke out on your glossed lips as, get it sexy began to play, "aw shit nah. get it bitch! cmon y'all!" you all headed to the dance floor ready to leave your problems there.

you lowered to your knees, bouncing your ass to the music. the liquor was starting to flow through your veins rapidly. you even raised your dress up a little just below your ass. one wrong move and you'd be flashing everyone in this damn place.

your back collided with a strong chest, "you showing out over here, baby." the man groaned in your ear, snaking his hands over your waist to pull your ass towards his growing crotch.

the man started kissing and sucking on your neck whilst his hands snaked downwards to your exposed thighs. you leaned your head back against his shoulder, grinding your ass in a circle on his crotch. 

for a moment, your mind went to jey. you felt guilty. what he did was considered inappropriate, and it embarrassed the fuck out you. it was like every month for the last year, it was another random ass bitch he wanted to show his 32's too.

you knew jey would never cheat on you, but that didn't stop the insistent feeling that he didn't at least come close to. coming home smelling like perfume, taking pictures with random ho's from the club, the mall, or at wrestling events. liking their pictures on the gram. it's like you aren't enough for him anymore.

yet, just letting this man touch all on you made you sick. you had a man...even if it felt like you were in the relationship all alone.

"oh shit..." lana mumbled, her eyes nearly falling on the floor

the mans hands raised to squeeze one of your breast, just as he was yanked off you, "aye yo! what the fuck is this shit? this the shit yo ass fuckin doin? you got me so fucked up!"

speak of the devil they shall appear, i guess. anger radiated off jey's body. his nose flared, snarl on his face, and his dickriding ass cousins in tow right behind him. just perfect.

"boy fuck you! you can't take shit you dish out," you yelled back, frustration from the last 24 hours finally spilling out. "get the fuck out my face."

"how do you barge in here like that shit, after having some random—"

"mind yo hoe ass business, lana. you don't know shit about what the fuck you talkin' bout!"

you pushed jey backwards by his chest, "don't talk to her like that! chill—"

"fuck is yo ass even doin' in here! i'm callin' all day to see where my girl at and you letting some random ass motherfucka touch all on you?" jey's eyes narrowed with hatred as his voice continued to raise

"excuse me," a man clearing his throat caught everyone's attention, "i'm going to have to ask all of you to leave the property. this drama has no place here."

jey slowly nodded his head before kissing his teeth. his eyes held so much hate, you barely could recognize him. for a split second, you regretted this whole night. had you just stayed your ass home all this could've been avoided. but he had no right to be a hypocrite. especially, rolling in here with all that bass in his voice like he was a saint.

he mugged you up and down, "you know what? i'm out. have fun with yo hoe ass friends, mama. where that motherfuka at? i got a few condoms for ole boy"

jey's face snapped to the side. his cheek began to sting from the force of your hand, "you got some fucking nerve! you had a fucking headache last night, right? lemme guess, random ass bitches make you feel better? I was on that damn live. but im the hoe? hopefully yo chest hurt just as fuckin bad as my feelings do!"

the next morning felt like war. the house once filled with love between two lovers felt like a cage holding a lion and a tiger...one just waiting for the other to pounce. jey's face adorned with bags, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he stared at you in the kitchen. when the club owner forced everyone to get the fuck out of his establishment before he called the police, jey snatched you by your arm, pushing you into the car.

the whole ride home the both of you shouted at each other. name calling, you hitting the dashboard, him hitting the stirring wheel. the car felt like it was suffocating under the weight of all the things you both wanted to say but couldn’t find the right words for. instead? you choose to just say 'fuck you' over and over. his knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel tighter, while your voice cracked from the strain of yelling. the tension was so thick, even the air outside the car seemed to press in through the windows. by the time you pulled into the driveway, the silence that followed was deafening, a sharp contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. neither of you moved, both staring straight ahead, unwilling to be the first to speak or step out.

jey choose to sleep on the couch, giving you the option to sleep in the bedroom. this morning was no different than last night. neither one of you wanted to speak first. you were tired of arguing with him—tired of him especially. you were sick of the random ass insta tags from women, the dm's, getting sent live videos...it was too much. what was supposed to be growing together felt like growing apart.

you looked up over the counter to see jey still mean muggin' you, "stop fuckin' looking at me!" you finally snapped. call you childish, for starting a fight again, but he was the one doing this. not you.

"watch yo fuckin' voice hollerin' and shit at my ass. you was the one shakin' yo ass and shit in the club. all on instagram throwing shade at me, taking pictures of yo ass out. but im the damn problem. mane, get the fuck outta here with that," jey groaned rubbing his head in his hands

"so what? you can have bitches on your lap, but i dance on a nigga, and thats your problem? you're a fucking hypocrite! i hate your ass!" you instantly regretted that, not even just saying it. but thinking of it.

"i was pushing her off me! had yo ass looked you would've seen that shit! yo ass wasn't pushing ole boy off you. was you? yo ass wanted to get back at me so bad, you damn near was finna fuck him." the thought of you and the man was vivid in jey's mind. his eyes darkening all over.

"you're a fucking liar! you were letting her grind all in your lap! I seen it! what about a few weeks ago? the bitch from your job? asking you to autograph her panties?" you scoffed before looking away. the whole conversation was a dead end. it was getting no where. he was being a hypocrite and you only wanted your point to get across. but that was jey: never wanting to take accountability or listen to shit anybody else has to say.

"thats my fuckin' job! you know that shit!"

you threw your hands in the air, before walking into the bedroom. as you slammed the door behind you, your chest heaved with a mix of anger and frustration. you couldn’t wrap your head around how jey always managed to twist things, how he never took accountability for anything.

it felt like every fight ended the same—with you drained and him unfazed. you sat on the edge of the bed, gripping the sheets as if they could anchor you to something solid. what stung more was the realization that he probably didn’t even care. it was like he lived in a world where he could do no wrong, and you were just a storm he had to wait out.

jey leaned back on the couch with a smug smirk creeping onto his face. he rubbed his jaw, shaking his head like the whole argument was nothing more than a joke, "always trippin’ over nothing," he muttered to himself, grabbing his phone and scrolling aimlessly on instagram. in his mind, he wasn’t the problem—you were.

all he’d done was go out, and you couldn’t handle it. he did have a headache, but when he felt better, his cousin invited him to the club.

after a few drinks started making their rounds, so did the women. he did let the woman dance on him, and he did grab her hips to grind against her. but as soon as he remembered you—how you were waiting at home in nothing but a shirt and a pair of panties, probably fresh out of the shower smelling like vanilla—he pushed her off him. it was just dancing.

nothing more.

He chuckled low under his breath, his ego shielding him from any self-reflection. "man, she really be actin’ like I’m out here wildin’ for real," he said to no one in particular, tossing his phone onto the coffee table.

to him, the whole fight was just another example of you being “dramatic.”

you’d come out of the room eventually, probably still mad, but Jey figured he’d smooth things over like he always did. after all, you weren’t going anywhere. at least, that’s what he told himself as he stretched out on the couch, arms behind his head, convinced he was untouchable.

the sound of the shower turning on caught his attention, the thought of you undressing, body soaked with water, instantly got him worked up. he immediately stood up, his body moving almost on its own accord. the temptation was too strong to resist. jey made his way to the bathroom door, listening intently to the sound of water hitting tile. he hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the doorknob.

Was this crossing a line? you were still upset with him, after all. But the image of your wet skin, droplets and soap cascading down your curves, consumed his thoughts. he swallowed hard, desire overriding his better judgment. he wanted to make up to you the only way he knew how.

slowly, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. steam billowed out, enveloping him in its warm embrace. through the foggy glass of the shower door, he could make out your silhouette. his breath caught in his throat as he watched you run your hands through your hair, completely unaware of his presence. he began to undress himself, leaving his clothes in a small pile near yours. his hand grabbing his rock hard dick, beginning to stroke it to the sight of your body.

jey's heart raced as he silently slid open the shower door, stepping into the warm spray behind you. you tensed, startled by his sudden presence, but didn't turn around. he placed his hands gently on your hips, pressing his body against your back.

"i'm sorry," he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing your wet skin. "let me make it up to you, mama."

you remained still, conflicted. part of you wanted to push him away, to hold onto your anger. but his touch sent shivers down your spine, awakening a familiar hunger.

jey's hands roamed up your sides, cupping your breasts as he kissed along your shoulder. a small gasp escaped your lips, betraying yourself. he smiled against your skin, knowing he was breaking through your defenses.

slowly, you turned to face him, water cascading down your front. your eyes stained red as tears flowed freely from them, "i love you, baby." he sighed before wrapping his arm under your thigh to push it against your chest, "you love me?"

you knew his question was a ploy to get you to break down. you feel for it every time. you nodded weakly, your resolve crumbling. "i love you too," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rush of water.

his signature smirk appeared on his face—he won. you weren't going anywhere. he kissed you deeply, passionately, as if trying to convey all his emotions through that single act. your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, your body betraying your lingering anger.

you knew you should resist, should hold onto your anger, but your body responded to his touch instinct. jey's lips crashed into yours, passionate and hungry. you melted into his embrace, your body responding to his touch despite your lingering hurt. his fingers dug into your thigh as he pressed you against the cool tile wall.

"show me," he growled, nipping at your earlobe. "show me how much you love me, mama."

he positioned himself at your entrance, sliding his dick between your folds. your arousal leaking all over him, "its yo dick, mama. you all mines. y'hear me? ion want nobody else..." you whimpered as Jey teased you, your body trembling with need.

"fuck," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders, "i need you so bad."

jey smirked, clearly pleased with your surrender. in one swift motion, he thrust into you with a grunt at the feelings of your pussy hugging him tightly, filling you completely. you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation, "that's right, mama. no one else can make you feel this good. yea?"

"look at you, taking my dick so well," he purred, his voice dripping with arrogance. "you can't stay mad at me when I'm fucking you like this, can you?"

you shook your head weakly, overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through your body. your anger melted away, replaced by a desperate need for more.

"tell me I'm the best you ever had," jey demanded, his ego swelling with every word, his voice low and dripping with arrogance as he leaned closer, his eyes locked on yours like a challenge he knew he’d already won

as he began to move, setting a punishing rhythm, you lost yourself in the sensations. the steam, the heat of his body, the fullness of him inside you, was all so familiar. all of jey's apologies ended this way. you lowered your head into the crook of his neck as your mewls bounced off the glass walls. jey felt the sensation of tears on his shoulder, warm and damp against his skin. at first, he rolled his eyes, a slight smirk tugging at his lips again.

the more he moved, the less pain you felt—and soon you were taking him so well. his dick was coated in your slick, a ring of white started form around his base as he plunged in and out of your pussy.

you felt pathetic. here you were; screaming and yelling at jey for being so inconsiderate about your relationship, inappropriate with other women, swearing you were done with him...and now you're crying about letting him fuck you in the shower. his dick thrusting in and out of your pussy, and bouncing you on it.

right where you belonged.

"this all you needed right, mama? stop crying. tell me whatchu needed. you just wanted to get fucked, hm?" jey laughed breathlessly, pressing you deeper against the wall as his hips pounded into you, "gotta remind my girl she ain't leavin' me. only place she belongs is right here. fuck me back, baby."

jey placed small kisses on your cheeks, where your tears rolled down. you hated him for making you like this—complete putty in his hands. you knew he was ruining you for all others. but what could you say? no matter how many fights, you still loved him. everything with him just felt right. you couldn't picture it with anybody else.

he chuckled darkly, increasing his pace. "that's right, mama. you all mine. no matter how mad you get."

your pussy clenched around him. the only sound in the room was you pussy making obscene noises every time he stroked, "j-jey.." you sobbed out against his shoulder as jey hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

he was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard.

"i-i hate you," you whimpered unconvincingly, your walls clenching around him.

jey laughed, the sound rich and condescending. "no you don't, mama. you close? focus on cummin' baby. i love that shit."

each thrust puts stars in your vision. he’s splitting you open from behind with a steady, strong pace. your pussy clenches down on his cock and he curses under his breath at the feeling. he loved how you squeezed his length as quiet, pained mewls escaped your throat. your stomach dropped and your hips shuddered as he went deeper and deeper inside of you. your mouth opened on a loud string of sobs as you push your hips towards his. you felt your belly start to tighten as his strokes sped up.

"m-m-m gonna c-cummm," you let out a strangled cry as your orgasm flooded the both of you.

"shit! fuck, baby. you can take it. it's your dick" he growled as your pussy tightened from overstimulation. it made his eyes roll and stomach clench so hard that it hurts.

"you ha-have to pull, aw fuck! you have to pull out." you and jey always used some sort of protection. jey remembered, you mentioning how you forgot to renew your birth control pills. he finally found his way out of another one of your dramatic ass arguments. he was gonna make you a mommy, "w-we can't bring a baby into th—"

"shh, shh," he hushed your protest as his hips continued to rock into your pussy, his dick coated in a sheer layer of white slicking him up, "don't worry bout that, right now. just focus on cummin' again, baby. you so pretty when you do." his voice almost hypnotic

jey's thrusts grew even more forceful, your body bouncing against the slick tile with each powerful movement. He gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you in place.

you sniffled as you finally calmed down. your body still betraying you by leaking onto jey's dick. he pressed his lips to yours and groaned spilling rope after rope inside you with choking gasps. your over-sensitive, aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum inside of you, sending another mini orgasm out of you. he kept his dick plugged inside of you, feeding you soft thrust, making sure all his cum was drained into you.

"you know I love you, right?" he let out a small chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement as he pressed soft kisses on your face—your eyes welling with tears again, "i told you it wasn't that deep. stop being so childish, ight? y'know you my baby. no other motherfucka but you."

you blinked, confused, a mix of frustration and guilt clouding your thoughts. he could see it in your eyes, how the doubt started to creep in. you opened your mouth to argue but found yourself hesitating. the way he framed it, the way he made you feel like the one in the wrong, made you question everything, "you're right...i'm sorry, jey. i really am."

"that's what i thought," jey murmured, his smile widening as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you like nothing had ever happened. his touch felt possessive, almost reassuring, but you couldn’t shake the knot in your stomach.

you’d said it—apologized when it wasn’t even your fault—but his manipulation left you feeling small, but once again, it didn't bother you.

he kissed the top of your head, acting like everything was fine, like the argument had never happened. "you’re good, baby," he whispered, his voice smooth, convincing. "stop letting these lil things mess wit us. we gone start our own lil family soon. my baby's gonna have my baby."

his words made your pussy soak his dick again absentmindedly and tighten all over. your body betrayed you once again, your pussy clenching and fluttering around jey's softening cock still buried inside you. a rush of warmth flooded your core as you felt his seed seeping deeper, seeking out your womb with primal purpose. your inner walls rippled with aftershocks, milking every last drop from him as if desperate to be filled.

jey set this up...he flooded his cum into you and right now it was rushing towards your womb. you couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the right time, and maybe, just maybe, jey wasn’t the right person. yet, it all still felt so perfect.

his voice was honey-sweet, dripping with false tenderness that you desperately wanted to believe. "yo body knows what it needs, even when that pretty lil head of yours get all mixed up with drama and being childish."

you nodded, your chest tight as you fought the overwhelming urge to pull away, to tell him the truth—that this wasn’t okay, that it shouldn’t be this way. but you didn’t. because the way he looked at you, so certain and calm, made you second guess yourself again.

yet, imagine the look on your face when you see two pink lines on a pregnancy test 3 weeks later and a DM of a video with another woman's lips on your mans in the back of the club. but of course, he was pushing her off...right?

right?

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Hi there!!

So I really don't have a specific request for Damian, I'm just wanting to read some raunchy naughty smut with him in it!! 😈😈😈😈

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‼️smut, soft!damian, dom!damian, degradation and praise, overstimulation, jealous!damian, sweet and gentle damian, fluff, aftercare‼️

what did i tell you?

damian’s fingers teasing your clit for the second time that night after making you cum twice in less than ten minutes was something you weren’t expecting. sure, you knew that he would have found a way to make you pay for your bratty behaviour but teasing you like that didn’t even cross your mind.

“what did i tell you? uh? what did i tell you?” his voice dark, teasing your earlobe as he whispered, sending shivers down your spine “do you remember what i told you? no one messes with me, not my colleagues and definitely not you” - he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy having you naked and panting under his body.

“i’m sorry…” you whispered while his fingers moved fast over your clit.

you weren’t sorry. not at all.

damian has been neglecting you for days. you thought that it would be over once his feud with finn balor was completed at bad blood. you were so happy that damian won, you were there to celebrate with him and he asked you if you wanted to follow him and rhea along his tour before his break.

you agreed, taking the opportunity of spending time with your boyfriend but you definitely weren’t expecting that you would be travelling with a ghost. damian was always in the gym, training, and when he was not, he was probably sleeping in your shared hotel room.

one night he caught you getting too friendly with jey uso and he didn’t like that at all.

you didn’t like jey but he was a nice companion. he would make you laugh and forget about damian for a moment.

damian saw how happy and smiley you were around him, letting him move closer to you on the sofa backstage. gently squeezing your cheeks and making fun of you. he didn’t want to show it but he was mad, jealous and probably too insecure. he never felt like he deserved you and seeing you messing around with another man - even if it was just in a friendly way - made his heart ache and blood boil.

he didn’t speak with you until you both got back home after travelling together for weeks. when you reached for your bedroom and unpacked your bag, you tried to initiate a conversation he roughly grabbed you and threw you on the bed.

that’s how you found yourself naked and overstimulated by your own boyfriend.

“you’re not sorry hermosa and i can see it in your eyes…you liked being all touchy with jey uso uh?” damian kept speaking while his lips travelled from your ear to your collarbone.

his gentle touch mixed with his rough one was making it hard for you to concentrate on what he was saying.

“acting like a slut in front of other men…you like being a slut? i’ll treat you like one…” he said taking one good look at your face. your mascara was all smudging under your eyes. tears stained your face. your eyes too fucked up to even understand what he was saying. how he loved you “get on your hands and knees…i’ll treat you like the slut you are…” - he usually wasn’t this rough with you. you always set boundaries, having rules and a safe word. so damian made sure you were still into what he was doing.

you positioned as he said. hands and knees - making your legs shaking from the two orgasms you already had.

damian pushed your head over the comfy pillows and grabbed your hips, making them slam against his covered shaft “feel what you do to me? i bet jey uso can only imagine what a good slut you are” his words making you whimper.

taking his boxers off in a swift move, damian pumped his dick a couple of time before collecting juices from your already wet pussy, before teasing his tip against your entrance.

“tell me to stop” he whispered against your back, leaving tender kisses upon your skin “tell me to stop and i will” - a completely different damian from the rough one he was two minutes ago.

“fuck me damian…fuck me like you mean it” your raspy voice said, making him chuckle before he slammed his hard dick inside of you.

this time he didn’t give you time to adjust. he sped up, setting the rhythm. his hands both pressed against your hips while your hands gave up on you so half of your body now was laying over the pillows.

the only sounds filling the room where your pantings.

“fuck damian…just like that…” your voice almost broken for how you screamed earlier. damian’s voice moaning into your ear, his rough grunts making you shiver.

“what a pretty little girl, all naked and tight for me” he kissed your neck while one of his hands moved from your hips to your nipples, teasing and playing with them “i bet you’re not thinking of jey uso, are you?”

of course you weren’t.

you shook no with your head but damian wasn’t having any of it “say it…i need to hear you say it” he squeezed your nipple a little too hard making you yelp.

“fuck - no, i don’t think of him…i don’t want him, i only want you papi…” moaning into the bed, as damian kept his pace strong and fast. his balls slapping against your swollen clit, making you tremble a little.

“yeah…good girl mi amor, that’s right…remember who gave you the ring on your finger, remember who you’re going to marry in a few months” he grunted in your ear, sign that he was close.

“oh shit damian…just like that…please…mh, fuck” your words now incoherent. taking all the pleasure damian was giving you.

“cum with me hermosa, cum around my dick” he moaned as he sped up his movements, feeling how hard you were squeezing him “you coming amor?” he asked, knowing the answer already.

you frantically nodded your head - this third orgasm washing all over you, making you let out a silent cry as your hands grabbed the sheets under you. tears fell from your eyes as you felt damian coming and releasing inside of you. his movements slowed down and before you could collapse on the bed, damian’s hands gently grabbed your hips and lowered down on the bed, so now you were laying down - him still inside of you, watching your blissful face as you were still high on pleasure.

both trying to catch your breath, damian’s dick soften as he slowly slid out of you, making you whimper a little “i know i know baby…i’m proud of you amor, you did so good for me” his hands moved to your cheeks as he wiped some of your tears.

a feeling of comfort washed over you as damian told you how good you were for him.

he softly kissed your head “you’re my everything mi amor, you were so good for me…”

“thanks…” you slowly opened your eyes only to be met with damian’s loving ones. he looked at you with such tender and love “i never meant to make you jealous damian, im so sorry” you whispered.

he smiled, shaking his head “it’s okay baby, i know…let me take care of you” he looked at you, trying to see if he left any bruises but when he saw none, he took his sweet time cleaning you up, showering you with kisses and soft bites, giving you snacks and water if you asked them, letting you fall asleep on his chest.

“i love you damian, so much…” you whispered laying on his chest, finding the rhythm of his heart almost like a lullaby.

“te amo mi amor…te amo” he smiled before closing his eyes, hugging you and feeling the warm of your naked body pressed against him.

he loved you and he was going to show it to anyone if necessary.

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Show me.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have Jey Uso x Fem reader with the prompts "Remember, you're not alone" + "You're my home" with fluff and soft smut?

pairing: jey uso x fem reader.

genre: fluff,smut

warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. nipple play,fingering,oral (reader receiving),orgasm and I think that's all!

summary: after Jey announced your relationship to the wwe universe,people started to give you mean comments,and Jey's here to show you that you're his one and only love.

A/N: first time writing smut,kinda a challenge! but I did it for one of my dearest moots so it's okay!

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Sometimes you felt low,sure,but not as low as you were feeling today.

As Jey's girlfriend,you knew you had to be prepared when you knew that Jey wanted to tell the world you were in a 7 months relationship.

And you were,but,apparently, not enough.

As Jey announced it on Raw,you couldn't help but be scared.

You were scared of what people would think,and you were scares about the hate you or Jey were gonna receive.

The crowd had mixed reactions,some gasping and some shouting,while Jey happily talked about the strong and faithful love you shared for each other.

While he was rambling about you (with obvious heart eyes), you felt your phone lit up with notifications from twitter and instagram.

"Here goes nothing." You took a deep breath,and opened twitter.

Surprisingly, many people were happy and congratulated the both of you,but there always had to be the negative side.

@jimmyusoreturn9099: no way she isn't with him for money.

@_chaey2k: she doesn't deserve him,bffr. just leave the boy alone,you witch. 😘

@jeyusomainevent: he was happier with his ex!

You tried to not make your tears fall while scrolling on the cruel comments,but it was of no use.

Why did they they have to be so mean?

As your boyfriend's music hit in the small tv in his locker room,where you were,you hurriedly put away your phone,while trying to look presentable (and to make it seem like you didn't just have a mental breakdown.) .

It took a few minutes for Jey to barge in his locker room,since a lot of fellow wrestlers and staff workers congratulated him on the way.

"Hey,baby! Did you see me on tv? Have you heard what I said?" He asked,excitement evident in his voice and in his behaviour.

But,that excitement didn't last long,since he saw your tear stained cheeks and your watery eyes.

"Yeah,I did baby. You were grea-" You were gonna compliment his speech,but you got interrupted by him.

"Hold on,hold on,hold on. What gotchu crying,mhm?" He came closer to the black ottoman you were sitting on,and got on his knees,facing you.

You couldn't even look at him in the eye,and suddenly your nike shoes looked deeply interesting.

His pointer and middle finger raised your chin,forcing you to look at his chocolate brown eyes,capturing your every feeling.

"It's nothing,really." Your voice was quiet,and your tone was unsure,you didn't even believe yourself.

Jey sighed and caressed your soft and red cheeks,causing you to lean in his warm touch.

"C'mon,ma. I know you,and I also know that you ain't crying for nothing." His words combined with his touch mesmerised you,and you gave into his wishes.

"It's just that I've read some comments about me on twitter and they were a bit too mean,but don't worry. I should've prepared myself." You admitted,and he kissed your cheek,stopping tears that you didn't know formed again.

"Ma,let me see 'em. I'm gonna make them regret it all." He said and you handed him your phone,watching him scroll through all the mean comments from his "fans",and he immediately got irritated.

"Jealous bitches. Those hoes think I'd give them a chance. They can only wish they were me 'cause I got a girl like you by my side." He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

You giggled,liking this side of him.

"Watchu laughing at,huh?" He said jokingly,starting to tickle your sides. Your laugh filled the whole room,and you were sure that even out of there people could hear you laughing.

"Oh my god! Please stop! Oh god!" You said between laughs and giggles,and Jey finally stopped,while you were catching your breath.

"But seriously, baby. Don't listen to this jealous fuckers,cause I got you and you got me,hell,you're my home! Remember,you're not alone,and I'm always by your side. I'm like a guardian angel! A strong and hot one,I must say." He said while cockily showing off his muscles,and you slapped him on the chest.

"Oh,so you are my guardian angel now?" You smirked jokingly.

"Oh hell yeah,ma. Want me to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me?" He asked while peppering your neck with kisses.

"Do it then,show me."

smut below!

Without wasting anytime,he softly attached his lips to yours,tongues heavenly dancing together.

His hands roamed on your paradise-like body,touching every inch of your body.

The trail of kisses arrived to your soft breasts,and your breath hitched.

As he took your nipples in his mouth,he already felt delighted.

He was sucking on your left nipple,and stimulating the other with his right hand,and viceversa.

As his kisses continued their way down your body,you felt a familiar hot ache in your core,begging to be touched.

"Please,Jey." You said with a sigh caused from the immense pleasure he was making you feel,and you gripped his fluffy mullet,pulling him down to your pussy.

"Please what,mama? What are you begging for?" He asked teasingly, stopping his kisses on your belly,completely looking at you while waiting for a response.

"Please,touch me,Jey. Please!" You said whining,and he didn't waste a second to go down,eyeing your throbbing core.

He removed your panties that were on the way,and he admired your sweet nectar.

"All wet for me." He said groaning,slipping his digits in your silky folds that embraced his finger gladly.

You moaned when he inserted two of his fingers in your hole,while his tongue was working wonders on your clit.

As his pace started to speed up,you started to feel the knot in your stomach grow,and,soon enough you came on his fingers.

He slowly slipped out his digits,and you whined at the feeling of emptiness,while he licked the wetness off his fingers.

Your chest was going up and down quickly, and he caressed your now sweaty forehead to make you calm down.

"Such a good girl for me,aren't you?" He asked,and you mindlessly nodded,starting to doze off thanks to the intense orgasm he gave you.

"I love you..." You softly whispered,and she smiled fondly at the sight.

"I love you more." He whispered in response,planting a kiss on the crown of your head,sealing a secret promise to protect you.

Maybe he really was a guardian angel.

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Sugar baby | Jey Uso

Chapter two

Synopsis: Sex is not a big deal. ...You can have a no-strings-attached arrangement with someone you don’t care about.

Pairing: Jey uso X Black Fem reader | word count: 4.2k | warning: smut, toxic behavior , protected sex | 18+ ONLY

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“Jeyyy— ugh, fuck me just like that daddy” She moaned letting out a loud exclamation before enveloping the Jey’s head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

As she felt the chill of Josh's Sliver chain against her skin, a sudden shiver ran down her spine, almost like a fine mist of tiny droplets suspended in the air. The sensation was so cold and sharp that it seemed to permeate her very being, filling her with a sense of awe and wonder.

"Mmm, quiet baby, my pussy's talkin' to me." he groaned in inside her ear as he inched his fingers deeper into her hole forcing his curved dick down deeper. He tightened his arms around her body with her leggings wrapping ever so tight around him.

He wanted her to feel him alllll the way and he was successful at it. The aggression and lust filled the air as thick as a paper cut.

“Yessss Joshua!”

“You love me?” Jey moaned hormonally in her ear before flicking his tongue alone her earlobe, leaving a few wet kisses on her exposed neck.

“Huh? I asked you a fucking question.” he repeated once more speeding up his pace a loud gasp escaped her mouth with her breath taken away by how hard he was going.

He was an animal in the sheet per say.

“Yes!” Chanel shrieked out, sending shivers of passion coursing through her body, leaving her utterly in rapture. Her eyes rolled back into the back of her head as she felt an overwhelming surge of ecstasy overwhelm every inch of her being. She screamed it again, reveling in the pleasure swarming her body, reveling in it all as she told him how much she loved him. Her voice was filled with pure emotion as she said those words.

It seemed that in this very moment all he thought about was Dakota, all he could see was her; her soft touch, her gentle embrace, the light and playful touches of her short, painted nails he had paid for. It was as if she was wrapped around him with a warm, inviting hug that made him forget all about his previous encounters with countless women.

“I love you too.” Josh grunted afterwards, as much as he didn’t mean it he just said it in the moment to satisfy her.

“Daddy I’m about to cum!”

“Fuck…Cum on my dick Dakota , cover my shit!” Jey harshly mumbled on cue, Chanel reacted quickly as Joshua attempted to make a nut on her, pushing him away before he could go any further. In the heat of the moment, she lashed out and smacked him hard across the face. "What the fuck, Jey?!" she exclaimed, feeling a mix of anger and confusion at the mention of someone else’s name. Dakotas name at that.

“What?”Jey's eyes widened in confusion as he held his face, staring back at Chanel as if she had gone mad. He wondered if he had been too rough with her, or if he had accidentally caused her some pain. Before he could even open his mouth to ask her, she quickly replied with a response of her own.

Chanel shot a fierce glare at Josh as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "You just called me another bitch's name, Josh," she said, her voice dripping with anger and hurt.

“No I didn’t.” he denied.

“Yes you did.” She throw back at him quickly “you literally said Dakota, Do I look like a fucking Dakota to you? No so don’t call me that bitch name.”Chanel warned before wrapping the cover around her bare naked body grabbing her things off the floor.

“Aye, don’t call her a b!tch!”, Jey warned, his eyes filled with dominance and authority as he glared at the woman. Though he didn’t care who Chanel was to him, he wasn’t going to let her disrespect Dakota in his presence. He made his point loud and clear, his tone firm and unmistaken as he commanded her not to call her by those words.

“You know what, fuck you Jey,” Chanel shot back, angrily grabbing her white tank top shirt and throwing it over her head, storming towards the hotel door. She took one last look at him before storming out, shooting him a disgusted look as she left.

“Fuck.” Josh sighed before picking up the cover from the floor along with his black Versace boxers putting them back on he grabbed his phone from the night stand trying to reach Dakota with a call.

“Come on pick up ko.” He pleaded watching as the phone went to voicemail once again he threw his phone against the carpet floor taking a seat on the edge bed kneeling his head down rubbing against his beard mixed with grey hairs.

He had hoped she wasn’t mad about what he had said a few day ago, because if she was he didn’t understand why when they both knew the consequences of the situation. She couldn’t fall in love with him and neither could he.

He knew that he wasn’t ready for another relationship due to the recent divorce he went through a year before. The idea of falling into another serious relationship and having it go wrong was something he couldn’t bear to go through again. The difference was, though, that Dakota wasn’t that type of woman , but yet he knew he was falling for her. He knew he was falling deep for her, but he couldn’t admit it to himself.

A loud thud could be heard coming from the room as the door slammed closed, and his twin brother Jimmy walked inside, asking, "Yo uce, was that Chanel I just saw?"

Sighing, he lifted his head up and looked at his twin brother, stating, "Yeah, man."

His eyes widening and lips curling with an utter look of dissatisfaction and disgust on his face, he spoke, “I thought you were done with her, Josh. Man, where the hell is Koko at?”

“Don’t tell me you fucked up Joshua?” Jimmy stopped in his tracks staring at his brother, when he didn’t answer he knew he had fucked up.

Sitting beside him on the bed he asked “So what you do this time?”

“Uce she got mad because I said I didn’t think we could ever be a couple outside of what we do together. I mean I don’t see myself with her she just sex to me.” Josh confessed, even though it was slightly true he was also lying through his teeth.

“Look.” Jonathan forewarned “Steve wonder could see you like that Girl and is falling hard for her so just admit that shit man.”

“I know you aren’t ready for another serious relationship after what happened with Ashley and you last year, but Josh,” Jonathan said to his brother, “I know you, and I can tell when you’re in love with someone, and I can tell you’re in love with Dakota.” Jonathan went on to explain, even though it seemed like everything he was saying was going in one ear and out the other. He had hoped his brother would listen to what he had to say.

“I can list so many things of how I know you failing for this girl Josh.”

“Go ahead because I promise you I’m not in love with Dakota she just sex to me I don’t know why you can’t get that through your big ass head.” He joked but was serious as well he didn’t understand why his brother didn’t get he wasn’t in love with her as much as he tried to tell himself that.

“Okay, first off, you never take any of your clients to shows, especially live or non live televised ones. You spoil her rotten, you get mad when another man is in her presence, but you so-called don’t like her. She’s all you talk about at work, “Oh, I wonder what Dakota’s doing,” or “I wonder will Dakota like this necklace I bought her.” I mean, I could go on.”

“Two, You buy her expensive gifts and constantly check up on her to see if she needs anything. You stay up all night to talk to her when you should be resting before a show. You check your phone constantly to see if she has texted or called you, and you get upset if she doesn’t respond immediately. You’re always thinking about her, and you go out of your way to make her happy.”

“Three, You check on her both mentally and emotionally, constantly being there for her when she needs someone to talk to. You reassure her when she’s feeling down or stressed-out, and you make sure she’s okay emotionally.”

As he took in everything his brother was saying, Josh realized that he was right. He indeed did everything that was listed, because he loved Dakota, but he was scared. He was scared that the relationship wouldn’t work, but more so, he feared that it would, which is why he had been fighting his deep feelings of love for her all this time. The more he thought about it, the more his fear grew, but the more the feeling of love grew in his heart as well.

Josh loved Dakota more than anything, but for reasons unknown even to himself, he couldn’t admit it. He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of loving someone so deeply. It was as if his heart was locked up in a cage, and only Dakota had the key to his heart's release. The fear in him, the fear of love, was as great as the love he felt for Dakota. The love that he couldn’t admit to himself. The love that he was desperately trying to ignore.

“Alright, alright, I get it, Jimmy” Jey dismissed his brother, waving him off completely as he ignored what he was saying.

“Man whatever hurry and get ready with your hot dick ass.” Jimmy got up from the bed and headed towards the door, saying, “You better be down there in five minutes, Josh, ‘cause I’m the big brother!” He shouted as he walked out of the hotel room.

“Man, shut up! You’re only nine minutes older than me,” Jey shouted back, rolling his eyes, “and you act like it’s nine years!”

As Josh sat in bed thinking back to what his brother said he started to wonder did he actually love Dakota?

Was he also in love?

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“Dakota, you better be freaking ready by the time me and David get there!” Jasmine yelled into the phone during their FaceTime call with the two of them, her expression of annoyance clear on her face.

Dakota decided to go out with Jasmine and her boyfriend to a new club that had just opened up in Atlanta about a week ago called Club Pierce. It was now around 11:00 pm, but she was looking forward to the night out with her friends. She just needed to get ready, but the thought of the new club and what the night might hold filled her stomach with butterflies.

Dakota hadn't talked to Josh in a few days now, and honestly, she didn't really care to at all. Her feelings were completely bruised and broken, and she didn't know if they would ever have a chance together. As he had said, they were only having sex and nothing more, so she could do whatever she wanted. And she would, she told herself as she got ready to head to the new club.

“Girl fuck you and David I’m almost done.” Dakota rolled her eyes before she curled the last piece of her hair, sitting down and letting the flat irons cool off and unplugging them. She then threw the flat irons under the sink and grabbing her phone, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. She heard a faint knock at her door and stopped in her tracks. She wondered who was at the door.

“Who’s at your door, Kota?” Jasmine said worriedly with an expression, and Dakota responded, “I don’t know.”

"I’ll call you back, Jas," Dakota replied with a confused expression before she opened the door. Standing outside was Jey, holding flowers in his hands with pleading eyes.

Rolling her eyes, she tried to shut the door in Jey’s face, but he caught it with his foot, walking inside behind her. Taking one look back at her, he asked, “Ko, baby, please talk to me?”

Chuckling bitterly at the nickname he called her, Dakota quickly turned around with a frown on her face. “Baby?” She quickly fired back, “Last time I checked, I was your client, remember, or maybe you forgot because you were too busy fucking Chanel.”

Stunned by her new found attitude towards him Josh threw the flowers onto the ground shouting back “Dakota I ain’t fuck her!”

“Yes, you did, you ass hole. She sent me pictures of you asleep, Josh, and I know your big-ass head from anywhere!”

“Look ion even understand why you mad we’re just fucking , you’re my client just as much as she is Dakota.”

“Oh, you’re damn right, I am.” Dakota said, trying quickly to bust past Jey but he quickly pulled her back gently, turning her around to look into her eyes. “Ko, baby, why are you really mad at me?”

“Hmm? What did I do so bad? That hurt you because I apologize ma.” Josh confessed, caressing her cheek as her eyes filled with tears but she dared not let them fall and let him see her break.

“Nothing, don’t even worry about it, I have somewhere to be remember , I’m just a client.” She snarled, snatching her arm away from him, opening the door and walking out. “And lock my damn door!”

Club pierce

"Baby lemme rub, lemme rub on ya

Can I get a lil' love, lil' love from ya"

My body addictive it's driving him crazy

Think I got run from ya

The loud, catchy lyrics of Megan Thee Stallion’s song ‘Big Ole Freak’ blasted throughout the night club, the party atmosphere being illuminated by the bright, colorful lights flashing everywhere. Everything about the night club was dark but colorful, making the atmosphere exciting and dynamic.

Dakota was enjoying herself at the club, glad that she didn't have to deal with Jey for the moment since it had been two hours since she got there. The music and the party atmosphere was a good distraction from Jey, and she could just focus on enjoying herself and the club's environment.

And he wasn’t going to ruin her night.

Jasmine leaned over, shouting over the loud music to get Dakota's attention. “Koat! You want a drink?” Dakota nodded her head yes, and took the shot from Jasmine, downing it in one go. The shot burned down her throat, but she barely winced, seemingly used to the sensation.

To say the least she needed the drink to unwind tonight because it was simply fuck Jey.

Jasmine was shocked at how quickly Dakota took the shot down her throat. “Damn Kota, you okay?” she asked, her voice still having to be raised slightly to be heard over the loud music. Dakota didn't respond at first, seeming somewhat out of it. She then shook her head slightly, seemingly not quite ok but pretending she was fine.

“Come on let’s get up and dance on the floor! David get your ass up.” Dakota shocked excited grabbing jasmines hand leading her down to the dance floor.

The two of them danced together, having the time of their lives as they moved to the beat of the loud lyrics being played. Dakota twerked her ass on Jasmine as she cheered her on and snapped a video of them, having fun and making their own party. “Get it Kota! They ain’t fucking with you!” Jasmine cheered loudly over the music, seemingly having just as much fun as Dakota was.

After a while of dancing, the girls felt worn out and tired, so they decided to sit at the bar and take a few shots. Dakota noticed the bar tender looking at her and flirting with her, and she decided to flirt back a little, since she was single anyways."

“So this your first time here?” The bar tender asked Dakota, wiping up another drink for a customer.

Dakota sighed as she rested her hands on the bar, seeming a little tired from the whole dance session and the alcohol. She smiled as she spoke to the bar tender, “Yeah, very first time my bestie brought me and I’m glad she did because look who I met.” and was then met with his eyes seductively, which she then held. She liked the attention and the flirting, and was not even trying to be seductive. It just came naturally to her.

Dakota was naturally seductive without even trying. With her innocent eyes that were slightly lowered and her plump and big lips, she had the ability to rule guys without even thinking about it. Her seductive flirting came naturally to her, and it made her even more alluring to the bar tender.

Dakota was enjoying herself as she sat at the bar, seemingly having a nice conversation with the bar tender. However, Jasmine stepped up and tapped on her shoulder, pointing in the direction of a booth filled with a group of Samoan men. “Dakota isn’t that Jey?” One who Dakota recognized to be Jey. She turned around, and saw Jey and Chanel together in the flesh, and she immediately recognized Jey Fucking Uso. Her eyes then locked on his, and she stayed silent.

Dakota couldn't help but eye Jey from head to toe, taking in his fit in its entirety. He wore a gray, long-sleeved sweater that hugged his muscled arms tightly, and a gold chain also shining from the shirt. His white pants accompanied his white Air Forces, and he had one black cap on his head, turned slightly to the right side. His beard was also neatly groomed, and he just looked Sexy asf overall.

He looked damn good.

“Yeah that’s him, so.” Dakota spoke softly very unbothered turning back around to the bar tender continuing their conversation. “So what were you saying?”

The bar tender was seemingly puzzled at Dakota's nonchalance towards seeing Jey. 'Especially the fact he was his nephews favorite wrestler “You're not upset about seeing him here?' he questioned, since a lot of people would usually be upset about seeing an ex or just someone they knew. Dakota, however, seemed unbothered and just continued the conversation they had previously.

“Girl you and Jey need to talk like Frl. Jasmine sighed and rolled her eyes, seeming frustrated over the situation. She knew that Dakota would tend to be stubborn, and that they had this sort of status together. She also knew that they were just having casual sex, but she didn't really want to pick sides on the situation because she didn't want to put blame on either of them.

Jasmine walked away and went back to her date, David, shaking her head in disappointment. Meanwhile, she noticed that Jey was staring at Dakota, and she just rolled her eyes, knowing that the drama between them would continue. She then decided to walk up the stairs. “This gon be a long night.”

By now, it was 2 in the morning, but the group of people were still inside the club, not wanting to leave. It was clear that everyone was having a good time, and the music and drink kept everyone entertained for hours.

Jey watched Dakota closely as she danced with another man, grinding her ass back on him and throwing it all back. She did it all while she stared intently at him, like she was trying to get a reaction out of him. Jey knew that she was doing it on purpose to get a rise out of him, and it was working perfectly.

Nonetheless to say he was mad. Angry more like it.

Jeys' anger and jealousy burned through him as he saw Dakota dancing and grinding her ass back on that other man. He wanted to walk down there and punch him out for even looking her way and touching her, but he knew that there were too many eyes and ears inside the club that would get him fired and thrown on the shade room in seconds. So, he had to try and stay cool instead and try and contain his anger.

Jeys' drink tasted bitter as he looked at Dakota more, his eyes glued to her. Chanel kept attempting to get Jey's attention, but he paid her no mind on the floor and continued watching Dakota. The whole club seemed to be watching Dakota more than anything, so all attention was on her, rather than Chanel.

“I see you eyeing her , Damn she bad you know her?” His cousin Zilla asked sitting beside him drinking on a glass as well.

Jey spoke possessively and confidently about Dakota, like she was his girl and that there was no one else. "She's my girl, that's who she is.' he said in a cocky and confident voice, his bassy, low voice indicating the possessive dominance he had towards her. As well as not wanting to show much she meant to him he did.

Throwing his hands up in surrender he replied back “ oh my bad cous but go get your girl cause she dancing mighty hard on dude on the floor.” He joked while Jey glared at him. Jimmy then walked up to Jey and put his hand on his shoulder, signaling for him to look up. Jimmy's presence distracted Jey, and he glanced over at him. 'Yo man, what's good? Need something?" Jimmy asked, seemingly unaware of the tension between Jey and Dakota.

Jimmy looked over and realized where Jey's focus was, and the sight of Dakota dancing on another man. He let out a sigh and said 'Josh, if you don't take your ass down there and speak to that girl. You've been staring at her all night, uce, and she's probably wondering why.' He had a lighthearted tone when saying it, wanting to ease the tension and get Jey to go confront Dakota instead of stewing in his emotions.

Taking the initiative Jey got up from the seat without a word heading down to the dance floor he brushed past the crowd and a couple fans asking for pictures he pushed the man back harshly before gently grabbing Dakotas arm “Dakota come on we leaving.”

Dakota was caught off guard when she felt her arm being rudely grabbed by Jey without any warning whatsoever. She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing slightly, feeling slightly frustrated by the way he grabbed her arm without taking into consideration how she felt.

Dakota had a pissed off look on her face as she yanked her arm back strongly, showing her disgust and frustration with what Jey did. She had had enough of his bullshit, and she was clearly done with him and all of his stupid games. "Jey, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you.” She shouted over the loud music, being loud enough for everyone around to hear her and stop talking, looking for the source of her yelling.

Jey had a look of dominance fall over his face as he glared back at Dakota, his gaze firm and full of conviction. He knew that he was able to overpower and get his way with her, and he showed no signs of relenting either. When he spoke to her, he did so with a firm and final tone, “Dakota if I repeat myself you gon make the shit you got coming worse then it already is.”

Dakota pouted as she let herself be dragged outside of the club, following behind him and following his lead despite the fact that she didn't want to. She was annoyed and angry at him, but she still followed him, likely because she knew he was stronger than her and that he could easily overpower her. When she got into the car, she didn't hold back. "You know what, Jey? Fuck you. I don't know what you're on, but take me the fuck home," she said harshly.

Sighing in frustration he closed the door and got inside the car ran to the other side he pulled off getting on the interstate.

Jey gripped the steering wheel with his left hand firmly while his right rested on Dakota’s ’inner thigh, squeezing here and there.

He could tell that he had her body feeling some kind of way because he felt her somewhat shivering under his touch. He licked his full lips before taking his eyes off of the road and glancing over at her. “Look ko, Im sorry aight? I ain’t m—.”

“Whatever Joshua .” She mumbled, cutting him off while leaning against the window. “It doesn’t even matter anymore.”

“It do though, cause now you mad at me and haven’t spoken to me.” Jey's tone suddenly became softer when he spoke about how she was obviously mad at him. He was still looking over at her, and his eyes seemed to be more gentle and caring than before. "I'm right, aren't I? You're mad at me, and you haven't spoken to me at all." He said softly and calmly, as though he wanted to have a civil conversation with her.

“I’m not mad.” She denied once more.

“So you ignorin’ my calls , texts, and missing my show twice is you not bein’ mad?”

“I just didn’t wanna talk to you Jey, damn!” She yelled and smacked his hand away from touching her, now irritated.

“Don’t be raisin’ yo gahdamn voice at me girl! I’m tryna tell yo ass what the fuck it was and you ain’t even tryna listen to what I gotta say!”

“Because I don’t care! Better yet, pull over and let me out! I’ll find my own way home, I’m not about to do this with you!”

She reached for the door handle but Jey had gripped the back of her neck tightly, forcing her back body to come back. “Yo ass ain’t goin’ no damn where!”

Dakota huffed and folded her arms across her chest for the rest of the ride. Minutes later, they were pulling up at what she she knew was Josh house. Just as she looked over at him to fuss about him not taking her home, he leaned over the middle console and smashed his lips on to hers.

She moaned softly into the kiss, placing her hands on either side of his face as he placed his right hand firmly around her neck. The kiss began to get heated once their tongues started having an all out war, causing Jey’s dick to stiffen in his jeans and Dakota’s pussy to become moist.

Their make out session was broken when Jey pulled away while still keeping his hand around her neck. “You gon’ let me fuck you Pretty mama?”

“J-Jeyyyy.” Dakota moaned as he pushed two of his fingers inside of her, curving them each he pulled them out.

She was laid out across the back seat of his red Rolls Royce, completely naked with her smooth legs wide open as josh gently flicked his tongue against it a few times before fully latching his mouth onto it, sucking feverishly while continuing to slide his fingers in and out of her.

Dakota gasped when she felt his fingers start move inside of her in a circular motion, pushing her closer to her orgasm.

Josh felt her walls tighten around his fingers and Dakota gripped onto his shoulder as she felt her stomach tightening up. “You cummin’ huh mama?”

“Oh my God, yesssss!” She shouted as she came hard, covering Jey’s handsome face with her sweet juices.

“You taste good as fuck.” Jey licked her completely clean before sitting up.

Seconds later, Dakota sat up as well and pulled Jey’s face to hers, starting up another kissing match, which Josh eventually took the lead in and won.

She climbed over onto his lap, placing her legs on either side of him as the kiss grew more and more intense. She reached under herself and started to unbuckle his pants to free his beyond hard curved dick, something that she had been yearning for.

Josh caught her drift and lifted his hips, sliding his pants down and kicking them off completely. He broke the kiss to get rid of his shirt as well, throwing it to the opposite side of them.

Dakota reached down and grabbed his thick length, placing him at her entrance then sliding down onto it slowly, causing them both to moan in unison from the newfound pleasure on both ends. He gripped her ass tightly, loving how her wet pussy felt around his dick.

She always fit around him, perfectly.

“Ohhh babbby.” She leaned her head back in ecstasy as he gripped her hips, massaging them as she rode him.

“It feel good ma?”

“Sooo good baby, fuck!” Dakota grabbed his face and kissed him hard. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it.

Jey cut the kiss and lifted her off of him, leaving only his tip in and slammed her back down on him hard.

“Waaait!” She screamed as he repeated his last action, obviously feeling too much pleasure.

“Ain’t no wait!” Josh began thrusting upwards at a faster pace, fucking her even harder.

Dakota felt yet another orgasm creeping up on her, causing her to grip onto his broad shoulders as he slapped her ass cheek. “Mhm, cum on this dick.”

And that’s exactly what she did, shaking violently as her juices began to flow out and down onto him.

Jey waiting a few seconds for her to come down from her high and then slid lifted her smaller frame off of him, placing her on the seat. “Turn around and get on all fours fa me baby.”

Dakota did as told and Jey then hovered over her, high key loving the view. He placed one of his large hands on her hips while using the other to stroke himself before finally pushing back into her deeply.

“Fuck man.” He grunted lowly, now finding a specific pace to stroke her.. slow.

She then started throwing it back a slightly faster than the pace he was going at, so he took the hint and sped up his strokes. He bit down on his bottom lip and closed his eyes, loving the way her pussy felt and the gushy sound it made as he repeatedly slammed into her.

“This my pussy Dakota ?” Jey asked before gripping her hair and bringing her head up.

“Yes Daddy, it’s yours!”

“Yeah?”

“Yesssss! Ohhh my fu— baby, I’m cumming!” Dakota moaned loudly, triggering Jey’s own nut that was now approaching.

“Hold that shit baby. I’ma cum with you, aight?” Jey told her and at that moment Dakota felt his dick throbbing inside of her.

“I— fuck josh!” She came and squirted, causing her juices to spray all over his lower half and push him completely out of her.

After needing a few seconds to calm down, Dakota pushed Jey back down onto the seat. She used her small hands to grip his dick that was covered in her juices and wrapped her lips around it. He held her hair as she rolled her tongue around on his tip a few times before swallowing him down completely, without gagging.

Jey’s head flew back against the headrest as he enjoying the feeling of her throating his whole length.

“Shit princess.”

“You a slut ass bitch huh?” He cheered on holding her hair gripping it with force. “Mmhm gimme that shit Dakota.”

Dakota came up for air and started massaging his balls with one hand and stroked him with the other, trying to milk him.

“Hold on Dakota, fuck!” josh growled out once he felt his dick twitching.

She placed her lips back on his throbbing tip and started sucking, which was all that was needed for his hips to start jerking and his warm load to shoot down her throat.

Dakota made sure that she sucked every last drop completely out of him before pulling back, claiming the spot on the opposite side of him.

Maybe they both were in love?

To be continued.

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It was a roll coaster but it’s more to come but I promise next chapter will be better mostly romantic.

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How To Punish Your Brat | Roman Reigns x Reader x Jey Uso | SMUT! 18+ MDNI

Description: Jey walks in on Roman punishing reader.

Word Count: 3,385

Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, edging, bratting, brat taming, punishment, flogging, tit/pussy whipping, honorifics multiple partners, LOTS of degradation, humiliation, p in v, oral (male receiving) marking, Jey cums on her back and Roman cums in her mouth, praise, choking, kneeling. I think that's all? This ones pretty intense. I didn't write in aftercare but I assure you in did take place! Everything is SSC (Safe, Sane Consensual) and/or RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink).

Requested by: @acute-crashout-jeyuso

Jey enters the room unannounced, only to be greeted by the sight of Roman towering over Y/N, who's on her knees in front of him. Roman looks up as Jey enters, a stern expression on his face.

"What did I say about knocking before entering, Jey?" he asks, his voice firm.

Jey stutters, his eyes darting between Roman and Y/N.

"My bad, Uce," he says, backing up a step. "I didn't think-"

Roman shakes his head, clearly not pleased with Jey's interruption.

"Clearly," he says dryly. "You never think."

He looks down at Y/N, who's still kneeling at his feet, and motions for her to stand up.

Y/N stands up, her body trembling slightly as she moves to stand beside Roman. Her eyes flicker towards Jey for a moment before she looks down at the floor, avoiding eye contact.

Roman puts a hand on her shoulder, pulling her close to him possessively.

Jey watches the interaction between Roman and Y/N, his eyes widening as he realizes what he's walked in on.

"Uh, is this a bad time, Uce?" he asks nervously, taking another step back.

Roman lets out a frustrated sigh, his grip on Y/N's shoulder tightening.

"You're just in time to witness Y/N's punishment."

Jey swallows hard, his eyes flicking back and forth between Roman and Y/N.

"Punishment? What did she do?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Roman looks down at Y/N, his gaze stern.

"Y/N was disobedient," he says, his voice low and authoritative. "She didn't follow my instructions, and now she's going to be punished accordingly."

Y/N's face heats up with shame as Roman exposes her misbehavior to Jey. She keeps her eyes downcast, not daring to look up at either of them.

Jey's eyes widen even further, clearly taken aback by the situation.

Roman smirks at Jey's reaction, clearly enjoying the shock on his face.

"Isn't that right, Y/N?" he says, turning his attention back to her. "Tell Jey what you did."

Y/N hesitates for a moment before answering, her voice soft and shaky.

"I...I didn't do as you said, Sir," she admits feeling herself grow aroused with the humiliation. "I disobeyed my tribal chief's orders."

Roman nods, satisfied with her response.

"And what happens when you disobey me, Y/N?" he asks, his hand moving to grip her chin and force her to look up at him.

"I get punished," Y/N whispers, her eyes locked on Roman's as he holds her chin firmly in his hand.

Roman grins, clearly pleased with her response.

"That's right," he says, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "And today, you're going to be punished in front of Jey."

Jey's eyes widen even further, a mix of shock and arousal on his face. He can't believe what he's about to witness, but he can't deny that the thought of watching Y/N being punished is turning him on.

Roman notices Jey's reaction and smirks again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You like the idea of watching Y/N get punished for being a disobedient little slut?"

Jey nods silently, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. He's completely captivated by the sight of Y/N, submissive and pouty.

Roman chuckles, clearly enjoying the extra bit of humiliation having an audience is adding for Y/N.

"Good," he says, his hand sliding down from Y/N's chin to her neck. "Because I'm gon' need my right hand man to help me teach her a lesson"

"Wait, you want me to...to help you punish her?" he asks, his voice hoarse with a mix of surprise and excitement.

Roman nods, a sly smile spreading across his face.

Jey swallows hard, his eyes darting between Roman and Y/N. He's never been in a situation like this before, but he can't deny the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins at the thought of joining in on the punishment.

"What do you want me to do?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're going to hold her down," Roman grins, his grip on Y/N's neck tightening slightly.

Jey nods again, his mind racing with the possibilities. He steps forward, positioning himself behind Y/N and placing his hands on her shoulders. He can feel her trembling under his touch, and he can't help but feel a surge of power as he helps to restrain her.

Roman looks down at Y/N, his eyes dark with lust and dominance, his hand still wrapped around her neck. "Now, are you going to behave for us and take your punishment like a good little slut?"

Y/N nods meekly, her eyes wide and pleading as she looks up at Roman.

"Y-yes, Sir," she whispers, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Roman smiles, satisfied with her response.

"That's what I like to hear," he says, his fingers digging into her skin as he tightens his grip on her neck. "Now, let's get started."

Jey can feel his own arousal growing as he holds Y/N in place, his body pressed against her back. He can feel the heat radiating off of her, and he can hear the sound of her breathing growing heavier with each passing moment

"I want you to count every strike," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "And I want you to thank me after each one."

Y/N nods again, her body tensing in anticipation of the first blow.

"Y-yes, Sir," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll count."

"Jey, make sure you keep her arms behind her back and her tits exposed." Roman said grabbing a nearby flogger.

Jey obeys, grabbing Y/N's wrists and pulling her arms back behind her, forcing her chest to jut out.

Y/N's face burns with humiliation as she feels her breasts being exposed to Roman's gaze, her nipples hardening in the cool air.

Roman looks down at YN's exposed body. He runs his hand over her chest, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his fingers tracing circles around her hardened nipples.

Y/N can feel herself getting wetter as Roman touches her.

Jey watches in awe, his grip on her arms tightening as he feels her body tremble beneath him yet again.

Roman smirks, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on both of them.

"You like that, don't you?" he says, his hands continuing to tease her sensitive little buds. "You like being exposed and vulnerable like this."

Y/N tries to deny it, but her body betrays her. She can feel herself arching into his touch, her hips bucking involuntarily as she tries to get closer to him.

Jey lets out a low groan, his own arousal growing as he watches the scene unfold.

Roman chuckles, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Look at you, already a desperate little mess," he says

Roman picks up the flogger and runs the tails over Y/N's chest, the leather strands grazing her nipples and sending shivers through her body.

"Ready for your punishment, sweetheart?" Roman asks, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.

Y/N takes a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation.

"Y-yes, Sir," she stammers, her voice barely audible.

With a snap of his wrist, Roman brings the flogger down on Y/N's breasts, the tails leaving stinging pain in their wake.

"Count," he commands.

Y/N lets out a gasp as the flogger connects with her skin, the sting of the leather sending a wave of pain and pleasure through her body.

"One," she manages to choke out, her voice trembling.

Roman grins, clearly enjoying the way she's responding to the punishment.

"Good girl," he says, bringing the flogger down again, this time on her other breast.

The second strike is just as hard as the first, and Y/N's body jolts with the impact but Jey held her firmly in place.

"T-two," she gasps, her chest heaving with each labored breath.

Roman continues to flog her, his movements precise and deliberate, each blow landing in a different spot on her chest and stomach with a practiced and skilled expertise.

Y/N's body is a canvas of welts and bruises, and with each strike, her arousal grows stronger, her mind fogging with pleasure and pain.

Jey holds Y/N firmly, his grip on her wrists never wavering as he watches her body writhe beneath the flogger.

He can feel her trembling, her muscles tensing with each impact of the leather strands, and he can't help but feel a surge of arousal himself.

After what feels like an eternity, Roman finally stops, he takes a step back, admiring the sight of Y/N's battered tits, her skin marked with his handiwork.

"Your turn, Uce." Roman offers Jey the flogger

Jey takes the flogger from Roman, his eyes dark with lust and anticipation.

He runs his hand over YN's back, feeling the way she shivers under his touch.

"I've been waiting for this," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I want you to flog the whore's needy little pussy" Roman says.

Jey's eyes gleam with excitement at Roman's words, and he moves to stand in front of Y/N.

He runs the tails of the flogger over her thighs, teasing her sensitive skin.

"With pleasure, Uce." he says, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N whimpers, her body tensing in anticipation of the new form of punishment.

Jey raises the flogger and brings it down hard on her inner thigh, the leather strands biting into her sensitive skin.

Y/N cries out, the pain mixing with pleasure as the flogger connects with her thigh.

Her body jerks forward but Roman's strong arms hold her in place, her pussy clenching as she tries to process the sensations coursing through her.

Jey grins at her reaction, clearly enjoying the way she's responding to his touch.

He brings the flogger down again, this time on her pussy which was positively dripping at this point.

"You're doing so well," Jey murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Taking your punishment like a good little slut."

Y/N whimpers again, her body trembling as she tries to stay still under Jey's ministrations.

The combination of pain and pleasure is overwhelming, and she can feel herself getting wetter still.

Jey continues to flog her, moving the tails of the flogger higher and higher until they're brushing against her sensitive core.

"Look at how wet you are," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You love this, don't you?"

Y/N can't deny it, her body betraying her with each shiver and gasp.

She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a desperate whine as Jey moves the flogger over her clit, the leather strands teasing her sensitive flesh.

Jey chuckles at her response, clearly enjoying the way he's able to control her with just a few well-placed strikes of the flogger.

He moves the flogger away from her pussy, giving her a moment to catch her breath, before bringing it down again.

"Maybe next time I'll bring big Jim in too. Let y'all welcome our lil bitch to the uso penitentiary." Roman says watching on.

Y/N's eyes widen at the mention of Jimmy joining but her heart raced with desire.

Roman grins at her reaction, she was clearly enjoying the idea of Jimmy joining in on the punishment.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Three of us, taking turns with you, using you however we want," he says, his voice dripping with desire.

Jey chuckles again, clearly amused by the thought of Y/N being passed around between the three of them.

"She's so eager, it's almost pathetic," he says as Roman gives her ass a sharp slap with his hand.

Y/N moans at the slap, her body arching forward as pleasure shoots through her.

She's so close to the edge, her pussy aching with need, but she knows she won't be allowed to cum until they've had their fill of her.

Jey steps back, admiring the sight of her quivering body.

"I think she's ready for something more," he says, turning to Roman. "What do you think, Uce?"

Roman smirks, his eyes roving over Y/N's body hungrily.

"I think you're right," he says, stepping forward to run a hand over her hair. "She's been a good little slut, I think she deserves a reward."

Jey nods in agreement, his gaze dark with lust.

"On your knees, bitch," he says, his voice firm and commanding.

Y/N obediently drops to her knees, her legs shaking from the punishment and her own arousal.

She looks up at the two men towering over her, her heart pounding in her chest as she wonders what they have in store for her next.

Roman steps forward, his hand still tangled in her hair, and pulls her closer to him.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice rough with desire.

Y/N opens her mouth obediently, her eyes locked on Roman's as she waits for his next move.

Roman smirks down at her, clearly pleased with her submission.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, holding it just inches from her face.

"You're going to show me how grateful you are for your punishment," he says, his voice low and commanding.

Y/N nods, her mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock.

She leans forward, eager to please him, and takes him into her mouth.

Roman lets out a low groan as she takes him deeper, his grip on her hair tightening as he pushes her further down his shaft.

"That's it, take it all, whore." he growls, his hips bucking forward slightly.

Y/N chokes slightly as he hits the back of her throat, but she doesn't pull back.

Instead, she relaxes her jaw and takes him even deeper, determined to make him feel good.

"Jey, you can fuck her from behind." Roman says.

Jey grins at the suggestion, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Oh, hell yeah," he says, moving behind Y/N and running his hands over her hips.

Jey grabs her hips, his grip rough and possessive, and pulls her back against him.

"You're going to be a good little toy for us, aren't you?" he growls in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N can only moan around Roman's cock in response, her body trembling with anticipation as she feels Jey's hardness pressing against her.

Jey lines himself up with her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock for a moment before pushing inside her in one swift motion.

Roman groans as he feels her body tense up around him, her moans sending vibrations through his cock.

Jey starts to move, setting a brutal pace as he pounds into her from behind.

Roman's grip on her hair tightens even further, his hips bucking forward to match Jey's rhythm.

The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by the occasional grunt or moan from the men.

Y/N is lost in a haze of pleasure, her senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled from both ends.

Jey reaches around her, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in tight circles.

"You like this, don't you?" he growls in her ear, his voice thick with lust. "Being used by us like a toy, being passed back and forth between us."

Y/N can only moan in response, the sensation of his fingers on her clit combined with the feeling of being filled from both ends driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Roman can feel her starting to tense up, her body trembling with the need to cum.

"Not yet," he warns, his voice rough with control. "You don't get to cum until we say so."

Y/N whimpers in frustration, but obeys his command. She knows that trying to disobey would only result in punishment, and she's not in the mood to be denied her pleasure any longer than necessary.

Jey chuckles, clearly enjoying her desperation.

"Such a good little slut, listening to orders so well," he says, his pace never faltering as he continues to pound into her.

Roman smirks, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"That's right, keep her on edge," he says to Jey. "Let her feel every inch of us."

Jey leans forward, his chest pressing against her back as he whispers in her ear.

"We're going to make you beg for it, babygirl," he says, his breath hot against her skin. "We're going to make you crave the feeling of our cocks inside you more than anything."

Roman pulls out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva.

He grabs her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Are you going to beg for us, sweetheart?" he asks, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Please..." she gasps, her voice trembling with need. "Please let me cum, I can't take it anymore."

Roman smirks, clearly pleased with her response.

"That's more like it," he says, his grip on her chin loosening. "Good girl.. You still ain't coming though."

Jey lets out a low chuckle, his pace still relentless.

"Look at her, she's so desperate for us," he says, his eyes roaming over her body. "I bet she'd do anything to get what she wants."

Roman nods in agreement, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You'd do anything for us, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice dripping with dominance. "You'd be our good little toy, obeying our every command, doing whatever we ask of you."

"Say it," Roman commands, his tone brooking no argument. "Say you're our toy, our little plaything."

"I'm your toy, your little plaything," she whispers, the words spilling from her lips like a prayer. "I'll do whatever you want, just please let me cum."

"Nah" Roman chuckled.

Y/N lets out a frustrated sob, her body writhing between the two men as they continue to use her for their pleasure.

Jey smirks, clearly enjoying her desperation.

"You heard the tribal chief, slut" he says, his voice rough with desire.

Roman grins, his eyes dark with lust.

"You're so pretty when you're begging," he says, his hand moving to stroke her hair. "And you sound even better when you're choking on my cock."

Jey's pace starts to quicken, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he nears his climax.

"Fuck, she's so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into her hips. "I'm gonna cum soon."

Roman grins, his hand tightening in her hair as he looks down at her.

"You better be ready to swallow every drop," he says, his voice low and commanding. "Don't you dare waste a single drop of my cum."

Jey's grip on her hips tightens even further, his body tensing as he nears his release.

"Fuck, here it comes," he grunts, his thrusts becoming even more forceful.

Jey lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of her, his cock twitching as he reaches his climax.

With a final grunt, he spills his hot load all over her back, covering her skin in ropes of sticky white cum.

Y/N shivers as she feels the warmth of his release on her skin, her body trembling with need and anticipation.

Roman lets out a low groan as he spills his seed down her throat, his grip on her hair tightening as he holds her in place.

"Swallow it all, toy" he commands, his voice rough with pleasure.

She obeys, swallowing every drop of his cum as it fills her mouth.

Roman pulls out of her mouth with a satisfied sigh, a smirk on his face as he looks down at her.

"Such a good girl," he says, his hand moving to stroke her cheek. "You swallowed every last drop like the good little cum dumpster you are."

Jey steps back, admiring the sight of her body covered in his cum.

"She looks so pretty like this," he says, his eyes roaming over her. "Covered in our seed, completely at our mercy."

Roman nods in agreement,

"That, Uce, is how you punish your brat."

[bloodlinesgirly]

Hi!! Was wondering if you would do a Platonic Bloodline x Reader ,in which they’re all very protective of reader and she’s their biggest supporter. Always at ringside with Paul cheering for them and you best believe when she’s in the ring, she does not dissapoint so they always do mixed tag matches w her.

Quick little bloodline imagine

word count: 397

requested

platonic bloodline x reader (they call you “sis” and “girl” once)

“they ain’t ready for the smoke sis” jey laughed, obnoxiously sticking his tongue out before slapping jimmy on the back.

“you guys are such goofs” you giggle, tying your boots before you head to head to the gorilla. Tonight was another mixed tag match, you and the usos vs finn bálor, damien priest, and rhea ripley.

“good luck yall, jimmy…jey, keep her in check out there, don’t let her get hurt” roman points at each one of you. they know you better than anyone, it’s crazy the shit you’d do for them out there. solo sat stoic as always, giving you guys his version of a smile as you left the locker room.

“i’m for real though, don’t do no shit you ain’t ready for. We need you healthy…limbs completely intact.” jimmy grins as his speaks, the whole bloodline is like your second family. they took you in when you were alone and gave you the friendship you needed when first starting your career.

“you’re bout to wipe the floor with rhea, girl! she knows you don’t come to play around here.” jey and jimmy piggyback off each others sentences, excitedly bouncing around the gorilla before their music hits.

Matches with the twins were always fun, weather yall win or lost. you ended up getting them the win, pinning rhea for the first time in what felt like forever. backstage she gave you a hug, congratulating you, you gave her a smile before she went on her way.

“AYEEEEEE you know how we do it out there!!” jimmy yelled, picking you up and twirling you, you and jey did the same handshake you always do, grinning as you did so.

“i swear i was bout to fight yo ass myself when you started climbing those ropes. we told you not to try that yet” solo commented, showing up behind you, patting you on the back.

“i already told you i was ready for it, ive got this” you say as you sit down to untie your boots.

Roman finally joins you guys, hugging the twins and congratulating everyone. “you better be out there with us friday, we can’t be missin our best cheerleader.”

“i’d never miss a chance to cheer on my brothers” you smile, listening to everyone joke and laugh with each other. You’d always be there for them just as they would be for you.

[mrsfatu]

Part 1: Duel Desires

Paring: Jey Uso x Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing, fingering, oral fem receiving, swearing, 18+

Summary: You partied really hard last night in Vegas with the bloodline as a celebration. Your memory comes back to you the following morning.

A/N: hi guysss! don't be afraid to send in any requests, also leave a note and comment if you really enjoyed this part. Enjoy!

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As the dull ache pulsated through your temples, You slowly opened your eyes to the harsh sunlight seeping through the curtains of your hotel room. Squinting, you tried to piece together the fragments of memories from the night before, but they eluded you like water slipping through your fingers. The room was a disarray of half-empty bottles and scattered clothes, leaving you with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you groaned and struggled to sit up, the realization hit you like a ton of bricks - your underwear wasn't attached to your body. 

You stumbled across the plush carpet of your hotel room and into the bathroom. As you knelt in front of the toilet, your body convulsed and you retched, emptying the remnants of the previous night's revelry. Amidst the waves of nausea, a vivid flashback from the party flooded your mind - loud music, clinking glasses, and laughter echoing around you. you winced as the memories played out like a blurry movie, pieces of the puzzle slowly coming together in your throbbing head. 

-

Your eyes fluttered shut as you leaned against the bathroom sink, your legs spread wide as you felt his tongue delicately trace the contours of your folds. you moaned softly as he moved lower and lower until he finally reached your core. His tongue glided along your sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine as he explored every inch of your pussy with a slow and deliberate rhythm. you ran your fingers through his soft hair, pulling him closer as you felt yourself slipping further and further into a state of pure ecstasy. You could feel the cold metal of his grills on the inner lips of your pussy. "Fuuuuck Jeyyy pleasee!" you whimpered in a voice that was barely above a whisper as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure that he was delivering with his skilled tongue.

-

Your eyes fluttered open, and you gasped as you realized the full extent of what had happened. you had just had a sexual encounter with one of your favorite clients, something you had never done before and had always vowed never to do. your head still throbbed with the aftermath of the intense experience, but your pussy continued to tingle with a mix of pleasure and shock. you took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart and gather your thoughts. "SHIT," you whispered to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. "No way he actually-" you trailed off, unable to finish your thought as you struggled to come to terms with the reality of what had just occurred.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you attempted to calm yourself down in the wake of your recent sexual encounter. you turned on the sink and splashed your face with water, hoping to clear your head and wash away the memories that were still haunting you. But just as you were starting to feel a sense of calm, a loud ringing occurred in your ear, and your head began to ache more intensely. you frowned, feeling a sense of deja vu wash over you.

-

His fingers found their way to your wet pussy, and you moaned in anticipation as they began to explore your folds. You were desperate for his touch, begging him silently with your eyes as you pleaded for him to finger you. "Please," you whispered hoarsely as he complied, sliding his middle and ring finger deeply inside you. He pumped them harder and faster repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure through your body as you clung to the sink for support. You were so wet that the sound of your wetness filled the bathroom like the sound of macaroni cooking on the stove. "Jimmyyy!" you whined as you reached the height of your pleasure.

-

You almost lost your balance as the intensity of your pleasure threatened to overwhelm you. You clung to the door for support, your eyes closed as you tried to make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. "This is really, really bad," you whispered to yourself, but your pussy seemed to have a mind of its own, craving the touch of Jey's mouth and Jimmy's fingers. You felt a deep sense of guilt wash over you as you surrendered to the pleasure, knowing that your actions were wrong but unable to resist the temptation.

"What's bad?" a voice asked from the other side of the door, causing you to jump in fright. You quickly opened the door to reveal your best friend Jessica, whom you had invited along on the trip. you grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom, her eyes wide with concern. "Bitch, what's wrong with you? Did you smoke my weed?" she demanded. You hesitated, unsure of how to explain what had happened the previous night. "No, I... I did some fucked up shit last night," you admitted. Jessica's eyebrows rose as she swayed her hips, "Oh yeah girl, you were up on that table, shaking that ass girl whaaat. I aint never seen you like dat but you were lit as fuck tho-" you cut her off mid sentence, "No, I'm saying, Jey-," her eyes lit up. "Girl you fucked Jey?" she whispered excitedly. "No.. he ate me out.." you corrected. Jessica's hand covered her mouth in shock as you added, "And... Jimmy... he fingered me..."

"Both???" Jessica exclaimed in disbelief as you revealed that you had engaged in sexual acts with both Jey and Jimmy. You covered your face with both hands as you felt guilty about your actions but also exhilarated by the thrill of it all. "I don't know what to do, Jessica," you whined, feeling overwhelmed.  you felt the weight of the world crashing down on you. your best friend, Jessica, rushed to your side, embracing you tightly. "It's okay. You literally got a piece of the sexiest men in wwe babes,"Jessica whispered soothingly. your mascara streaked across your cheeks due to the water you splashed onto your face earlier. Jessica gently turned on the faucet, letting the warm water cascade over your face. With a soft towel, Jessica began wiping away the smeared makeup, all the while whispering words of encouragement. "You've got this shit in lock girl," Jessica repeated like a mantra, as she helped you wash away the physical and emotional remnants of your breakdown. The simple act of cleansing your face felt like a cathartic release, and you began to feel a glimmer of hope rekindle within her, knowing that you had a steadfast friend by your side.

There came a sudden, unexpected knock at the door of your hotel room, interrupting you. you cautiously approached the door and turned the knob, revealing Paul standing there with a solemn expression. His voice was low and urgent as he delivered the message, "The tribal chief wants to see you." With that, he swiftly turned on his heel and walked away, all while nonchalantly placing the phone back to his ear as if he had never stopped his conversation.  Curiosity and a sense of foreboding filled the room as you wondered what the tribal chief could possibly want with you.                                                                                                  

Jessica walked out of the bathroom and said, "Damn girl, I hope you didn't piss him off. Me? I'll piss him off on purpose because you know I like that dominant shit." Just then, she received a text on her phone, "Oh shit, I gotta go, girl, David wants to take me on a date!" She had met David the previous night at the party. As she walked past you towards the door, she exclaimed, "Good luck, girl, and tell me the tea later," blowing you a kiss. "Okay, love you, be safe," you added before she left.

You decided to get dressed. As you tugged the fitted shirt over your thick curls and down your frame, and then pulled a pair of blue jeans over your legs, the thought of whether he knew about your interactions with Jey and Jimmy made your head spin with questions. Grabbing your purse, you braced yourself for what was sure to be an awkward meeting.

[usomads]

Can you write one where reader is being bratty gets punished by Roman and Jey?

Tag Team // Roman Reigns x Jey Uso x Reader

Author’s Note -> Lordddd, I had so much fun writing this 🤭 I decided to experiment a lil bit with this one so I hope y'all enjoy! Happy reading!

Plot -> You had an idea to get the attention of the two cousins, but what you ended up getting was far better than you’d ever imagined…

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

Warnings -> Cursing, Oral Sex (M!Receiving, F!Receiving), Choking, Threesome, Spanking, Restraints, Unprotected P in V, Double Penetration, Double Creampie, Not Proofread, MDNI

Word Count -> 3.0k

“Where. The. Fuck. Are. You. Y/N,” Joe gritted through his teeth, his phone on speaker so Josh could hear. “You’re supposed to be here. You know the other two aren’t cleared, Paul’s missing, so we fuckin’ need you at ringside for this tag match. Now where are you?”

“Calm down, hot stuff, I’m getting ready right now,” you teased hearing Joe and Josh groan in frustration. “I’ll get there when I wanna get there, mmkay? You both need me, I don’t need you. So I’ll show up whenever I please.” Your history with the Bloodline was a complicated one, especially between the Tribal Chief and his former Right Hand Man. You had crossed paths every once in a while, the group knowing that keeping one of the most dominant women’s wrestlers in the company in their back pocket did them many favors, and you knowing the other girls in the locker room wouldn’t get any ideas and try to step to you and your WWE Women’s Championship. It was a mutual partnership, a transactional endeavor, and good business. 

You hear the phone shuffling a bit before hearing Josh speak up. “Aye, uce. Ion know what’s got into you, but you better watch who the fuck you talkin’ to like that.” “Make me. Oh wait, you can’t.” You laughed mockingly into the speaker. “Y/N, if you don’t-” “Shut the fuck up, Josh,” Joe growled, “and you too, Miss Y/N. Treading on thin ice, baby girl, you gon’ fuck around and find out if you ain’t careful. Now get your ass here, right now, ‘fore me and Josh gotta step in. Got it?”

“Oh no, I’m so scared… c’mon Joe, you can do better than that.” Joe went to respond but not before you hung up on him, putting your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ before walking through security and making your way to wardrobe to pick up your new gear and get ready for the night. You hadn’t told the two, but you were wearing new gear. You usually wore black with silver or gold accents, but tonight you wanted to switch it up, by wearing their usual color- red. You were handed your bottoms and top, unfolding them and holding them out to look. It wasn’t anything flashy, both the bottoms and top were black with sheer and leather sections, but what stood out was the droplet outlines filled in with red stones to give the illusion of blood. You hurriedly ran to change, excited to see what it looked like and you weren’t disappointed. The droplet details were stunning, the bottoms and top fit the contours of your body perfectly, the mix of leather and sheer gave you an edgy but sexy look; needless to say you looked hot. And you could not wait to see Joe and Josh’s reactions. 

The two of them never could quite hide their attraction to you. Between Joe raking his eyes up and down your body as you spoke to him and Josh taking every opportunity he could to stare at your ass, you had known for a while that they had ‘not-so innocent’ intentions with you, and you were dying to provoke them into action. You had given subtle hints over the past few weeks and all failed, which meant you had to step it up big time. If talking back to them and being there at ringside wearing practically nothing wasn’t gonna do it, you didn't know what would. You finished touching your makeup and hair and thanked them for their help as you went to gorilla position, getting there right after Jey and Roman entered for their match so you weren’t seen by them. They finally made it to the ring and stared down Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa, and the ref starts the match. Right after he does, you make your entrance and hear the crowd roar for you. Joe, who is on the apron as the non-legal man, sees you saunter your way to ringside and his expression turns dark. You make it to the ring, leaning on the apron as you rest your weight on your elbows, right next to Joe. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” Joe whispers at you, his eyes watching the light reflect off the bedazzled droplets on your top. “What?” You smile at him innocently, “I said I’d be here, so I’m here.” “Wearing th-, you know what? We’ll talk about this later.” Josh looks up and notices you, eyes widening as he takes in the revealing gear you’re wearing. He makes eye contact with Joe, who nods at him. Josh comes to the corner Joe is standing at to rest for a moment, and to talk to the two of you. “Oh, look who decided to show up, and what the fuck you wearing?” Josh muttered loud enough for you and Joe to hear. “I’m trying something new. What, you don’t like it?” You look up at him and bat your lashes, teasingly shaking your ass much to the crowd's enjoyment. His eyes flicker briefly to watch, before settling back to your face and giving a look of warning. “Hey!” Joe snaps at the two of you, “we got a fuckin’ match to worry about. We’ll deal with this shit later, ight?” You and Josh nod and Joe slaps Josh on the shoulder, tagging himself in. You use this moment to make your way over to Tonga Loa and Tama Tonga’s side of the ring, swaying your hips as you walk. You feel eyes, Josh’s eyes, staring a hole into your backside and smirk, engaging with the crowd as you do so. You grab Tonga’s attention almost immediately, getting him down from the apron and taking him over to the announce table, which you sit down on and allow him to stand between your legs. Your distraction is working, as Josh and Joe are imposing their will on Tama and setting him up for a finisher. They hit Tama with it and end the match, but their eyes are trained on you as you have your arms around Tonga’s neck and let him touch your thighs and hips right in front of them. They exit the ring and pull him off of you, beating him down outside the ring while you sneak off and race out of the arena before they can get to you first.

Somehow you made it to your hotel before they realized you were missing, but as soon as they did, the pair immediately started blowing your phone up. Calls, texts, voice messages, you name it, they were doing it. You had never seen Joe or Josh this upset before, and it turned you on so much. You were laid in bed, the oversized t-shirt you were wearing riding up as you rubbed your pussy through your panties thinking about how hot they looked while fuming at you during the match. Your actions are interrupted by a loud rapping at the door, and you know exactly who it is. “Y/N, we know you’re in there. Open the fuckin’ door. Now.” Josh demanded on the other side of the door. You peeked through the peephole at them both, feeling a fuzzy feeling in your stomach knowing your plan was working. 

Joe ushered Josh to the side, pulling out his wallet. “It’s alright, uce. We gave her a chance. If she wants to play games…” he pulls out a card, “she’s gon’ learn that we can play ‘em just a little bit better,” he slides the card into the keycard slot, and the lock buzzes to unlock the door. Shit. How the fuck-

You back away as the door slams open, the two men barging into your hotel room. Your eyes widen at their abrupt entrance, but have no time to think about it as Josh grabs you by the throat and pushes your back to the wall. “You think you can play with us, huh? You think you’re cute ‘n shit, talkin’ back to us, walkin’ out and sittin’ ringside basically butt ass naked, and then…” he squeezes your throat, making your head fall back as you groan, “you make us watch while another motherfucker puts his hands on you?” You whimper at his touch, not trusting your own voice as he asks you a question. “Oh, what’s the matter, princess, you were talkin’ like such a big girl earlier and now you can’t fuckin’ speak? Huh?”

“Answer him, Y/N, he’s not gon’ ask you again.” Joe demanded. “B-because,” you breathed in, opening your eyes to stare directly into Josh’s as you spoke, “I wanted t-to see what y-you two would do about it.” You smirked at Josh, his eyes somehow darkening even more and growling under his breath. “Uce, whatchu think?” Josh asked the man behind him, who had been staring you down this entire exchange. “Ion know ‘bout you, but if you ain’t gon’ do somethin’ ‘bout her then I wi-”

“Yo, slow down,” Joe puts a hand on Josh’s shoulder, pulling him away and taking his place as he lifts your chin. “You wanna act like a fuckin’ brat, Y/N? Talkin’ back to me, ignoring my calls, walkin’ around with your tits and ass showing through your gear like we wouldn’t notice? Baby girl, you want us, you fuckin’ got us. And we gon’ make sure you lose that fuckin’ attitude.” He growled.

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows at him, “I’d like to see you try.” 

Joe, without warning, takes you by the wrist and sits in the chair near your bed and strips you of your shirt, leaving you in just your panties. He bends you over his knee to reveal your round ass, kneading the soft skin and making you whimper in response to him. “Nah, nah, nah. You ain’t gon’ start whinin’ now, you wanna be a bad girl? You gon’ get treated like one. Now count, mess up imma start all the way over. Understand?” 

“Yes… yes, Daddy,” you breathed out. Joe moans at the name and delivers the first slap to your ass, and you wince. “1…” he delivers another, the pain fading into pleasure with each one, “2…” he rubs the skin of your ass cheeks as your wetness begins to soak through your panties and onto his joggers. 

“Oh, you love this shit, don’t you? Such a fuckin’ slut for me, dripping on me like that,” you moan louder as he delivers another slap, continuing your count. “You want Josh to have his turn first? Let him fuck you then when he’s done he’ll pass you to me? Is that what you want?” He delivers another smack to your ass. “5… f-fuck yes, please.” He gets through another 5 spankings, you keeping count and crying out for each one. Your ass is sore and definitely red, but Joe lifts you off of him and you slowly walk over to Josh, who is standing at the foot of the bed in just his boxers. Joe leans back in the chair and palms himself as he watches you two, Josh pushing you down to your knees so you can suck his dick. You remove him from his boxers and immediately get to work, hollowing your cheeks around him as you take him further and further down your throat. Josh throws his head back and grabs your hair, letting you work his cock in your mouth as he moans your name. Your head bobs up and down, picking up the pace with his moans encouraging you to keep going. He gets lost in the pure pleasure you’re providing and begins thrusting into your mouth, fucking it as the movement of your head meets his thrusts. You have tears streaming down your face as you take him inch by inch, feeling him twitch in your throat and gagging around him. He releases himself from your mouth. 

“Hands and knees, ma. On the bed.” You stand and climb onto the mattress as he smacks your ass, you moaning at the contact. Josh gets behind you and removes your thong, slowly dragging it off of your body as he takes in your glistening pussy. “Fuck, uce, she’s fuckin’ drippin f’us. He leans down and licks through your folds, letting his tongue massage you at a fast pace, you moaning his name in response. He eats you for a moment, giving Joe a show as you writhe at the hands of him and his mouth on your aching pussy. Once he sees you’re ready for him he stops what he’s doing, taking his cock and rubbing along your entrance, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness before slamming into you and grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The quick snap of his hips makes you cry out as he fucks you deep. Tears are again pricking at your eyes, as you grab the sheets and scream his name. Josh smacks your ass again as he pounds into you, hitting your spot with ease. Your body begins to shake as you inch closer to your orgasm, every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. “O-oh fuck, mmm, I’m s-so close. Please-”

“Yo, uce, you think she deserve that shit?” Josh asks Joe as he continues to slam into you. You look over at Joe, who is pumping his cock watching you. He thinks for a moment, before responding. “Not yet,” you whine as he continues, “bring her over here, lemme get her real quick.” Josh obeys, pulling out of you and helping you up, walking you to where Joe sat. You stood before him, fully exposed. “Turn around f’me, and put your hands behind your back.” You hesitate but oblige as Joe grabs his belt from the armrest and creates makeshift handcuffs around your wrists, tightening them so you can’t escape. He then turns you around and pulls you down to make you eye level with his cock. You take him in your hands and wrap your lips around his tip, looking up at him as you suck on it and bring your head lower on his dick, forcing you to choke on it. “Fuck, ma, get up here. Sit on my lap, babygirl.” He helps you up and moves you to straddle him, guiding you to sink down on him, and you hear him talking to Josh. “C’mere, uce, and get behind her. Y/N,” he looked at you, “you ever take two dicks at once?” You shake your head ‘no’, and he gives Josh a smirk before responding, “well, today’s your lucky day, babygirl.” And with that Josh arches your back to lift your ass in the air and slowly pushes his way into it. You don’t even have the words to describe this feeling. You feel full, and like you’re seconds away from being ripped in half. The two men begin slow thrusts inside of you and you can barely take it, it feels so good. They begin to pick up their rhythm and you begin bouncing to it, the three of you letting out a chorus of moans as you fuck each other. The three of you find your rhythm, allowing yourselves to speed up and hit deeper than before. Joe pulls you by the neck and your lips connect in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into each others’ mouths as you fight for dominance over each other. 

“Fuck, Y/N, so goddamn tight. Squeezin’ my shit. I- I’m close, baby. Want me to fill your ass up full of my cum? Hmm?” Josh moans and you nod frantically. “F-fuckkk yes, please, babyyyy. Need it so fuckin’ bad, cum for me..” Josh’s dick twitches inside of you at your words as he fills you up, riding it out before he pulls out and steps back. Joe lifts you by the thighs, still bottomed out inside your pussy, and lays you on the mattress on your back, lifting your legs and placing them on his shoulders. He leans his body weight over you and drills your pussy, fucking you hard enough for you to see stars and grip the sheets as tight as you can. You’re screaming Joe’s name as he grunts in your ear. “Holy s-shittt, Joe, I’m gonna-” “Hold it. You learn your lesson, huh? You gon’ be good for us from now on? No more of that bratty ass shit?” “Y-yes, I- I’ll be good, please, Joe, I-” “Go ‘head baby, I’m there. Cum all over this cock f’me. Let Josh see your pretty face as you let go.” Josh leans down and kisses you hard, full of passion as he slips his tongue in your mouth. Josh’s lips on your is the catalyst, reaching your peak as your body tenses and convulses as you let go. Joe follows suit, filling your pussy full of his cum as he continues to fuck you through both of your orgasms. He pulls out, catching his breath and laying on the bed with you and Josh now. Silence fills the air as the three of you stare at the ceiling, catching your breath until you speak up.

“Wow, that was, um…”

“Holy shit, that was insane,” Josh said, the three of you chuckling. “You got no idea how long we been wantin’ to do that shit witchu.”

“So.. you’re saying I should piss y’all off more often if I want that again? Shit, I can definitely make that happen.” You settle in between the two men, too sore to move any other way as Joe turns off the lights and the three of you drift off to sleep together.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes… a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley fanfic.

Chapter 24: Spread Thin No More..

*READER DISCRETION STRONGLY ADVISED*

Rhea curled up on the bed, her sobs filling the otherwise silent room. She buried her face in the pillow, trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of emotion but failing. The pain she felt deep inside, a mix of grief, confusion, and fear, spilled out in uncontrollable tears.

The sound of her crying stirred Jeyce from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, the little boy sat up in bed, confused by the muffled sounds of Rhea's sobs. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the dim light, before he quietly slipped out of bed and walked over to where Rhea was sitting. He placed a small, gentle hand on her shoulder, his innocent eyes full of concern.

"Why are you crying, Rhea?" Jeyce asked softly, as if afraid to upset her further.

Rhea lifted her head, wiping her tear-streaked face as she turned toward him, trying to force a smile through the pain. "It's nothing, sweetie," she replied, her voice trembling.

Jeyce wasn’t convinced. His little eyebrows furrowed in concern. "Do you want a hug?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Rhea, feeling her heart warm at his tenderness, nodded. "Yes, I would like that very much."

Jeyce wrapped his small arms around her waist, pulling her into a hug. Rhea held him back, his tiny gesture of kindness soothing her aching heart. As they sat there, Jeyce’s embrace was like a lifeline, grounding her in a moment of quiet solace amidst the emotional storm she was struggling to weather.

After a moment, Jeyce pulled back just enough to look up at her with big, innocent eyes. "Would you like to watch my favorite movie?" he asked, his tone brightening as if trying to cheer her up the only way he knew how.

Rhea gave a small nod, her tears slowing as she wiped her face again. "Sure," she said, her voice still shaky but touched by his thoughtfulness. "What’s your favorite movie?"

Without missing a beat, Jeyce climbed onto the bed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand. He turned the TV on and navigated to the movie he wanted to show her. With a bright grin, he pressed play on Shrek.

"Shrek always makes me happy," Jeyce said confidently as he lay back beside Rhea, resting his head against her arm as the movie started. "It makes me laugh every time!"

Rhea couldn’t help but smile, despite everything. She pulled the comforter over both of them as they settled in, the familiar sound of the movie filling the room. Jeyce’s little hand found hers, holding it tightly as if to remind her she wasn’t alone.

"You know," Jeyce said quietly after a while, "my dad told me it's okay to cry. He said it's how we let the sad out, so we can feel better."

Rhea nodded, her eyes still on the screen, though her thoughts were far away. "Your dad’s right," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "It is okay to cry."

Jeyce gave her a reassuring smile, like he knew she needed that extra bit of comfort. "And after you cry, we can laugh at Donkey and Shrek. That helps too."

Rhea let out a small, genuine laugh at his words, the first one she had felt in what seemed like forever. Jeyce was right, in his own sweet way. Watching the movie with Jeyce snuggled close beside her, was a reminder that even in the midst of overwhelming pain, there could be moments of light—no matter how small.

As the movie played on, Rhea felt herself begin to relax, her tears finally subsiding as she allowed herself to just be in the moment. For now, this was enough. And she held onto the simple comfort that Jeyce, in all his innocence and kindness, had offered her when she needed it the most.

The next morning, Jey stirred awake on the couch, blinking as the bright morning light filtered through the window. His head pounded, but the ache in his chest felt even worse. He ran a hand over his face, regretting the words he had thrown at Rhea the night before. It had been out of anger, a mix of frustration and hurt, but he knew he had gone too far.

The clock read 8:21 AM. Jey sat up, rubbing his tired eyes, and took a deep breath before getting to his feet. He didn’t know how to make things right, but he knew he had to try. Walking through the quiet house, he made his way to the guest room where Rhea and Jeyce had stayed.

When he softly opened the door, his heart immediately softened. There, on the bed, Rhea and Jeyce were curled up together, fast asleep. The TV screen was frozen on Shrek 3, Netflix asking if they were still watching. The remnants of the night were etched on Rhea’s face—her eyes puffy and red, her cheeks still streaked with dried tears. Jeyce had his little arm draped over her protectively, his mouth slightly open in peaceful slumber.

Jey stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of everything—his own pain, her pain, and the mess they were trying to navigate together. The sight of them, however, softened the turmoil in his heart. It reminded him of what really mattered. Despite all of the hurt and confusion, they had this—each other.

Jey quietly stepped inside and gently closed the door behind him. He moved to the edge of the bed and sat down beside Rhea. The sight of her so vulnerable made his chest tighten. He reached out and softly nudged her awake with a kiss to her forehead.

Rhea stirred, blinking a few times as she slowly came to. Her eyes, still red and swollen from the night before, met his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other in silence.

Jey’s voice was soft, filled with regret as he pushed her hair back gently. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. “I shouldn’t have said what I did. I was hurt, but... that wasn’t fair to you.”

Rhea didn’t say anything right away, her gaze shifting briefly to the still-sleeping Jeyce beside her. She swallowed hard, the pain of last night still lingering. But something in Jey’s eyes told her that he was genuine, that he meant it. The anger he had shown last night was replaced with sorrow, with love.

Jey took her hand, the weight of his words heavy but sincere. “I’ll wait for you,” he continued, his voice almost a plea. “I’ll wait for you to be ready, for us to move forward—whatever that looks like. I just need you to know... I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

Rhea’s throat tightened at his words. She fiddled with the ring on her finger, the weight of it reminding her of the promises they’d made. She wanted to say something, anything, but the emotions were too tangled, too raw. All she could do was nod slowly, blinking back the fresh tears that threatened to spill over.

Jey leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. “We’re in this together,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “No matter how messy it gets. I’m not giving up on you. On us.”

Rhea exhaled shakily, her fingers tightening around his hand. She didn’t have all the answers. She didn’t know how they would fix everything or where to go from here. But in that moment, feeling the warmth of Jey beside her, the comfort of his words, she realized that maybe they didn’t need to figure it all out right now. Maybe it was enough, for now, to just be there for each other.

As she closed her eyes and leaned into him, Jey pressed another soft kiss to her forehead. They had a long way to go, but they had each other. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to start with.

Jey and Rhea stayed close, holding on to each other in the quiet comfort of the moment. It was as though everything else faded away—the hurt, the confusion, the uncertainty—all replaced by the simple act of being there for each other. For now, that was enough.

Eventually, Jeyce stirred, waking up slowly as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. When he saw his dad, a sleepy grin spread across his face.

Jey smiled back and ruffled his son’s hair. "Morning, buddy. What do you wanna do today?"

Without missing a beat, Jeyce responded, "I need new shoes!" His tone was serious, almost like it was a matter of life and death. Rhea couldn't help but burst out laughing, the tension from the night before easing a little more with the innocent request.

Jey raised an eyebrow, amused. "Shoes? You’ve got more Nikes than I do!"

Jeyce shook his head, resolute. "I want Vans like Rhea."

Jey turned to Rhea, narrowing his eyes in playful accusation. "Are you corrupting my kid with these cheap shoes?"

Rhea grinned, raising her hands in mock defense. "Hey, Vans are practical! They’re cheap, and they go with everything."

Jey smirked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Cheap, huh? I love cheap."

They all laughed together, the air between them lighter now, the dark cloud from last night lifting as they shared the moment. Jeyce, always full of energy, scrambled off the bed and ran toward the bathroom to get ready for the mall, excited about his new shoe hunt.

Once the sound of the shower started, Jey turned back to Rhea, his expression softening again. He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her lips, the gesture warm and sincere. "Whatever you want at the mall, it’s on me. No arguments."

Rhea raised an eyebrow, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh, really? Are you trying to buy my love back?"

Jey gave her a mischievous grin, leaning in a little closer. "Maybe."

Rhea rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. She poked him lightly in the chest. "You’re ridiculous."

Jey shrugged, still grinning. "Anything for my wife-to-be."

The moment felt lighthearted, playful, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity in Jey's words. It wasn’t about the money or what he could buy—Jey was trying to show her that he was still committed, still willing to do anything to make things right between them.

As Rhea leaned back into him, resting her head against his shoulder, she felt that maybe, just maybe, they were going to be okay. There was still a lot they needed to work through, but as long as they had moments like this—filled with laughter, love, and a little bit of teasing—they could get through anything.

"Alright," Rhea sighed playfully, "but if I see something expensive, I’m not holding back."

Jey laughed and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her in closer. "Deal."

—

Jeyce and Rhea stood in front of the wall of Vans, their eyes wide with excitement, as if they had just entered a candy store. The vibrant colors and unique designs of the shoes mesmerized them. Jeyce looked up at his dad, Jey, with hopeful eyes. “Dad, would you be willing to get some Vans as well?”

Jey sighed dramatically but couldn’t hide his smile. “Of course,” he replied, ruffling Jeyce’s hair.

The three of them began picking out shoes. Jey chose a classic black pair, while Jeyce selected two pairs: one with a checkerboard pattern and another in a bright red. Rhea, feeling adventurous, opted for a floral print and a bold blue. Once they had their selections, they approached the counter.

The sales associate rang them up and said, “That’ll be 271.81.”

With a smile, Jey handed over his credit card. “What a steal,” he joked as they walked towards the food court, bags in hand.

Once seated at a small table, they decided on some Chinese food. Jeyce dove into his sweet and sour chicken while Rhea enjoyed her fried rice. As they ate, Jeyce looked up with a big grin. “I’m having the best time,” he said, his eyes sparkling.

Rhea beamed at Jeyce. “I’m glad! So, what do you want to do after the mall?”

Jeyce thought for a moment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Finally, he said, “The aquarium!”

Rhea turned to Jey, her eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Fishes? Do you want to go see the fishes?”

Jey looked at his fiancé and his son, both of whom wore identical eager expressions. He couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head. “Alright, alright. We can go see the fishes,” he relented, laughing at their enthusiasm.

“Yes!” Jeyce exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air.

After finishing their meal, they made their way to the aquarium. The trio stepped inside, and Jeyce’s eyes widened in awe at the sight of the large tanks filled with colorful fish swimming gracefully. Rhea walked beside him, her heart swelling with joy as she watched Jeyce's excitement.

“Look at that one!” Jeyce pointed at a bright clownfish darting in and out of the coral. “Can we get one for our house?”

Jey chuckled. “When we move into our home.”

“Yes!” Jeyce insisted, his voice filled with hope.

As they wandered through the aquarium, Rhea captured moments on her phone, taking pictures of Jeyce and Jey next to the various exhibits. The sounds of bubbling water and the soft murmur of other visitors created a calming atmosphere, and Rhea felt her heart heal a little more with each smile shared between them.

Eventually, they reached the jellyfish exhibit, and the glowing creatures captivated them. Jeyce stood in awe, entranced by the way the jellyfish pulsed and floated gracefully in the water.

“Wow, look at them! They’re so pretty!” Jeyce said, his eyes wide with wonder.

Rhea knelt down beside him. “They really are,” she agreed, smiling at the delight in his voice.

Jey, standing a bit behind them, couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment—the laughter, the joy, the connection they were building as a family. He stepped closer, wrapping an arm around Rhea's shoulders, pulling her in for a moment.

“I’m glad we did this,” he said softly, his eyes shining with affection.

Rhea leaned into him, feeling content. “Me too. It feels nice to just enjoy time together. Let’s take a picture.” she replied, looking up at him. Jey called Jeyce over and Rhea held out her phone as they took a selfie by the jellyfishes.

After taking some pictures, Jeyce pulled from them and headed towards the next exhibit. “Come on! There’s more to see!”

With Jeyce leading the way, Rhea and Jey followed, both knowing this day would become a cherished memory in their new family journey.

---

After a long, eventful day at the aquarium, Jey drove Rhea and Jeyce back to Jon and Trinity's house. The car ride was filled with laughter as Jeyce excitedly recounted his favorite moments from the day, while Rhea smiled, resting her hand on Jey's.

When they pulled into the driveway, Jey parked the car, feeling a knot tighten in his chest. He had no doubt the photos were already circulating. As soon as they stepped out of the car, Jon opened the front door, a knowing smirk on his face.

"How was the aquarium, bro?" Jon asked casually, but there was a glint in his eyes that told Jey something was up.

Jey shot Jon a look. "How'd you know we went there?"

Jon raised his phone, showing the screen to Jey. “TMZ, man.”

Rhea groaned, rolling her eyes.

Jey clenched his jaw. He hadn’t even had a moment to relax before the tabloid had already plastered their faces online. The tension between his shoulders tightened as they walked inside. Rhea, sensing the shift in Jey’s mood, crouched down to Jeyce’s level.

“Hey, little man, how about you take our new shoes to the guest room? Your dad and Uncle Jon need to talk about some boring adult stuff.”

“Sure!” Jeyce beamed, oblivious to the tension, and ran off with their bags.

The moment Jeyce disappeared, Jon handed his phone to Jey, already opened to the TMZ article. Jey scanned the headline:

"IT'S CONFIRMED! WWE SUPERSTARS RHEA RIPLEY AND JEY USO ARE GOING STEADY AMID PENDING DIVORCES."

Jey's heart sank as he scrolled through the article, the images that accompanied the story filling the screen. There they were—pictures of him, Rhea, and Jeyce, all smiling and carefree, caught completely off guard at the aquarium. One photo showed Rhea hugging Jeyce, and another captured all three of them walking together, looking every bit like a happy family. The final photo captured Rhea kissing Jey's cheek while they were standing by the Dolphin exhibit.

"Shit," Jey muttered under his breath, his anxiety spiking.

Rhea leaned in to glance at the photos, her expression tightening. "We didn't even see them… They must’ve been hiding."

Jey’s phone buzzed, breaking the moment. His stomach dropping when he saw the name on the screen: Takecia.

He stepped toward the patio door, glancing at Rhea before saying, “I gotta take this.”

Rhea nodded silently, concern in her eyes.

Jey stepped outside, closing the door behind him, the cool evening air doing little to calm the storm brewing inside him. He reluctantly answered the call, already bracing himself.

The second the line connected, Takecia’s voice burst through the speaker, seething with rage.

“What the fuck, Jey?!”

Jey winced. “Takecia, I can explain—”

“Explain? Explain what? That you’re fucking parading my son around with her in public? Do you know how humiliating this is? I have to find out through TMZ that Jeyce is all happy with her now? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Jey tried to keep his voice calm. “Takecia, it’s not like that. We just took him to the aquarium, that’s all—”

“Oh, that’s all?!” She cut him off, her voice venomous. “I don’t give a shit if it’s ‘just the aquarium.’ You had my son with her! And there’s a picture of her hugging him! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? Like you’re trying to replace me, like you’re trying to—”

“I’m not trying to replace you!” Jey shouted, his frustration finally spilling over. “Jeyce is our son, and he loves Rhea—”

“Don’t you dare,” Takecia spat. Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Don’t you dare say that to me, Jey. He is my son, and if I see one more picture of him with her, I swear to God… I’ll make this divorce a living hell. You hear me? You want this to be easy, huh? You think I’m just gonna roll over and let you play house with her? Think again. I will withdraw the divorce, and you’ll be stuck with me. I’ll drag this out for years if I have to. You’ll never be with her. I’ll make sure of it.”

Jey’s heart pounded as her words sank in. He stood there, stunned, unable to respond. He knew she was serious. Takecia wasn’t the type to make empty threats. If she followed through, if she really pulled the divorce, he’d be trapped in a legal nightmare, unable to move on with Rhea, unable to be free.

“Takecia…” Jey’s voice was tight, torn between anger and desperation. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t drag Jeyce into this. He—”

“You dragged him into this the moment you let him get close to her,” Takecia snapped. “He’s coming back to San Francisco. Tomorrow.”

Jey’s grip tightened on the phone. “Tomorrow? Takecia, he’s—”

“Tomorrow, Jey. Or I’m done. And you can kiss any chance of being with her goodbye.”

The line went dead, leaving Jey standing on the patio, his pulse racing, the weight of her words crashing down on him. He felt trapped, cornered, like his entire world was collapsing in on itself. Everything he had worked so hard to keep together was falling apart, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

For a long moment, Jey just stood there, staring at his phone, his mind racing. How was he supposed to tell Rhea? How could he face her, knowing he had just agreed to keep her away from Jeyce, knowing he had just made a deal with Takecia to keep his son in San Francisco?

He couldn’t. Not right now.

Jey slipped his phone back into his pocket, his hands trembling as he walked back inside. Rhea was sitting on the couch, her eyes on him, but Jey didn’t meet her gaze. He couldn’t. The guilt was too much.

“Everything okay?” Rhea asked softly, sensing the tension radiating off him.

“Yeah,” Jey muttered, his voice flat. “I just… I need to check on Jeyce.”

Without another word, he headed down the hallway to the guest room, where Jeyce was sitting on the floor, excitedly arranging his new shoes. The sight of his son, so innocent, so unaware of the storm raging outside, made Jey’s chest tighten.

“Dad, look! I put them in order, see?” Jeyce beamed, pointing to his perfectly lined-up pairs of Vans.

Jey forced a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, I see, bud. They look great.”

Jeyce looked up at him, his smile fading slightly as he noticed the shift in his dad’s mood. “What’s wrong, Dad?”

Jey sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair. He didn’t know how to say this, didn’t know how to explain something that wasn’t fair to his son.

“Jeyce… you have to go back home tomorrow.”

Jeyce’s face fell. “What? But I don’t wanna go home. I like it here. I’m having fun with you and Rhea.”

“I know, buddy. I know.” Jey’s voice was thick with emotion. “But your mom wants you back home tomorrow.”

Jeyce frowned, his bottom lip trembling slightly. “But why? I don’t wanna go back. It’s boring at home. Jaciyah’s always mad at me.”

Jey winced at the mention of Jaciyah. He knew why his oldest son was mad—because of Rhea. Jaciyah had been caught in the middle of all the mess, and he didn’t hide his resentment.

“I know it’s hard, Jeyce,” Jey said softly. “But you have to go back. It’s not forever, okay? We’ll figure things out.”

Jeyce shook his head, his eyes welling up with tears. “I don’t care about figuring things out! I just wanna stay with you, Dad! Why can’t I stay with you?”

Jey’s heart broke as he pulled Jeyce into a tight hug, holding him close as his son’s small body trembled with emotion.

“I’m so sorry, Jeyce,” Jey whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m so, so sorry…”

Jeyce sniffled, pulling back slightly to look up at his dad. “I don’t wanna go,” he muttered again, his voice quieter now, filled with resignation.

Jey nodded, his own heart shattering with every tear that fell from his son’s eyes. “I know, buddy. I know.”

As Jey held his son, the weight of everything threatened to crush him—the impossible choices, the heartbreak, the love he felt for both his children and Rhea. No matter how hard he tried to keep things together, the pieces kept slipping through his fingers.

--

Jey gently ran a hand over Jeyce’s head, watching his little chest rise and fall, peaceful and unaware of the turmoil around him. Jey finally tiptoed away from the sofabed where Jeyce had finally fallen asleep and he slowly closed the door. Promising his son Waffle House before their flight had been enough to coax him into restful slumber, though the pain of sending him back to San Francisco gnawed at Jey’s insides.

Jey felt anything but peaceful. His heart weighed heavy with guilt, and the walls of the guest bedroom seemed to close in on him as the reality of tomorrow's departure loomed. He knew he had to tell Rhea. There was no putting it off anymore.

He left the room quietly, walking down the hall toward the living room where he could hear soft murmurs. As he approached, the voices grew clearer—Rhea, Jon, and Trinity. They were sitting together on the couch, their conversation halting the moment Jey entered the room. Their eyes turned to him, sensing the tension radiating from him.

“Everything okay?” Jon asked, concern written on his face.

Jey nodded briefly, though his eyes sought out Rhea. “Can we talk for a second? Outside?”

Rhea hesitated, but seeing the heaviness in Jey’s expression, she nodded and rose from the couch. Jon and Trinity exchanged a glance but said nothing, letting the two of them have their moment.

Jey led the way to the patio, pushing open the sliding door to step outside into the cool night air. The scent of rain filled the air, the skies dark and pregnant with an impending storm. They sat on the sectional under the awning, the world around them muted and quiet, as though waiting for something to break.

Rhea sat beside him, crossing her arms as she leaned back, watching him closely. “Did you get Jeyce to bed?”

Jey nodded, but he said nothing else. His gaze drifted toward the edge of the patio, his mind miles away. Rhea waited for him to speak, sensing that something was off, something deeper than just exhaustion from the long day.

Seconds passed in silence. Then minutes. With every tick of time, Rhea’s anxiety began to claw at her, the space between them filling with a tension so thick it felt suffocating. Jey was never this quiet, not with her. Not like this.

She shifted uneasily, her breath catching in her throat as the silence dragged on. The longer he didn’t speak, the more her nerves coiled tighter, like a rubber band on the verge of snapping. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but the weight of his silence held her back, as if somehow she knew the answer wouldn’t be something she was ready to hear.

Then, without warning, a loud crack of thunder ripped through the sky, shaking the air around them. The storm had arrived. But neither Jey nor Rhea flinched. The sudden roar did nothing to break the invisible wall of silence that had built between them. The rain began to fall, heavy droplets pounding against the roof and ground around them, creating a rhythmic, almost hypnotic sound. They were protected underneath the awning, but the storm felt like an echo of the turmoil inside Jey.

Finally, Jey drew in a deep breath, as though he had been holding it this whole time. He rubbed his hands together nervously, the words he needed to say lodged in his throat, stuck somewhere between regret and dread.

“Takecia called,” Jey began, his voice low and strained, almost drowned out by the rain. “She saw the pictures.”

Rhea’s heart dropped. She didn’t need him to explain what pictures he was talking about. The ones that had clearly sparked something far worse than just public gossip.

“What did she say?” Rhea asked quietly, though part of her already knew it wasn’t going to be good.

Jey clenched his jaw, his eyes still avoiding hers. “She’s pissed, Rhea. More than pissed—she’s… She threatened to drag out the divorce. She’s furious that Jeyce is around you.”

The words hung in the air, suffocating.

“She said if I don’t bring Jeyce back to San Francisco tomorrow, she’ll pull the divorce. Make this hell. Keep us stuck for years.” Jey’s voice wavered, the weight of his helplessness evident. “I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t know how to fight that.”

Rhea remained silent, her body still, her heart sinking further with every word he spoke. She felt the ground shift beneath her, the solid foundation she thought she had with Jey cracking under the weight of the reality they were facing.

“I told her I’d take him back tomorrow,” Jey continued, his voice barely above a whisper now. “I’ll take him back, and I’ll be back here later in the day… But I agreed to keep him away from you, at least until things calm down. At least until—”

Rhea’s chest constricted as the words reached her. Jeyce—her little buddy, her light in this storm—would be taken away, and worse, she would have to stay away from him to avoid fueling Takecia’s wrath. And Jey… Jey had agreed to it.

Rhea remained quiet, her hands gripping the edge of the cushion beneath her as she tried to process the hurt swelling in her chest. The storm around them raged louder, the rain pounding harder on the patio roof, but inside her, the quiet grew deafening. She didn’t want to look at him—couldn’t look at him—because she knew if she did, the pain in his eyes would only make hers worse.

The silence stretched again, this time heavier, more painful than before. Jey’s fingers tapped against his thigh anxiously, the sound barely audible beneath the rain, but it was the only movement between them.

“Rhea,” Jey whispered, breaking the stillness. His voice was pleading now, desperate. “Say something. Please.”

But Rhea couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. She stared ahead, her throat tight, her mind reeling from the weight of everything he had just told her. There was nothing she could say that would change any of it. There was nothing she could do to stop the storm that was already tearing through their lives.

Jey turned toward her, his expression pained. “Please… Rhea…”

She still didn’t answer. The only sound was the relentless downpour and the rumble of distant thunder.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rhea spoke, her voice quiet, almost hollow. “Can I… Can I have a few moments to myself?”

Her request caught Jey off guard. He looked at her, his brows furrowing, but he could see the tension in her body, the way her hands trembled slightly in her lap. He nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat as he rose from the sectional.

“I’ll… I’ll be in the room,” Jey murmured, feeling the sting of her withdrawal, though he didn’t blame her. How could he?

He stood there for a moment longer, watching her as she stared out at the rain. It hurt to leave her like this, to walk away when all he wanted to do was hold her, tell her that they would get through it, that everything would be okay. But he knew that wasn’t true—not now, not after what he had just said.

Jey turned and walked back inside, leaving Rhea alone on the patio, surrounded by the storm. She stayed still, watching the rain cascade from the roof, her mind numb, her heart aching. Each drop felt like a ticking clock, each thunderclap like a hammer on her already fragile heart.

--

Rhea stood there, rain pouring down around her, but she felt no relief from the cool droplets; instead, they only mirrored the storm raging inside her. Each raindrop that hit the ground echoed her heart’s breaking rhythm, and with every thunderous roar, her thoughts grew louder, drowning out any semblance of calm.

She felt like she was suffocating in the reality of the moment. The weight of Takecia’s words hung over her like a dark cloud. How could Jey agree to send Jeyce away? Did he not see how much the boy needed her? Did he not understand the bond they had built, the laughter, the hugs, the little moments that made it all worth it? But now, it felt like everything they had worked for—everything they had been building together—was slipping away, just as quickly as the water washed away the earth.

Rhea’s thoughts spiraled deeper. The news headline flashed through her mind like a bad dream, the weight of “pending divorces” pressing down on her chest. She felt like she was in a nightmare where no matter how much she tried to fight back, the darkness would always win. Was this really how it was meant to be? A love that felt so right turning into a complicated mess of accusations, hurt, and a child caught in the crossfire?

As she stared into the rain-soaked night, Rhea's composure began to fracture. The anxiety that had been coiling tighter and tighter in her chest finally snapped. She gripped her knuckles almost white, as the first sob escaped her lips, raw and broken. The floodgates opened then, tears streaming down her cheeks unchecked. The pain, the fear, the overwhelming sense of loss—it all crashed down on her like the relentless rain. She felt utterly alone, drowning in her thoughts, in her heartache.

Hours seemed to pass as she stood there, the storm outside matching the tempest inside her. She thought of Jey, of their love, and of how they had fought against the odds to be together. But now, with Takecia’s threats hanging over their heads, it felt like a ticking time bomb, one that was ready to explode any moment, taking everything with it. Jey’s voice echoed in her mind, pleading with her to say something, to react, but she had nothing to say. She was lost.

Finally, Rhea took a shaky breath, her heart heavy with a decision she never thought she would have to make. She pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling as she scrolled through her contacts until she found Damian’s name. Before he could say anything, she blurted out, “Where are you at right now?”

“Hey, Rhea. I’m home in New York at my loft. Why?” Damian’s voice was warm, but Rhea could hear the concern behind it.

“Can I fly out tonight?” she asked, her voice thick with emotion.

“Of course,” Damian replied, sensing the urgency in her tone. “Just call me whenever you get in, okay?”

Rhea silently agreed, even though he couldn’t hear her. “Thanks, Damian.” She hung up the phone and quickly booked a flight to New York, her heart racing as she made the arrangements. She knew she needed to get away, to breathe, to think. She couldn’t stay here, trapped in a whirlwind of pain and uncertainty.

Rhea ordered an Uber, and as she walked back inside the house, the darkness felt suffocating. The lights were off, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in her mind. She let out a deep breath, the air heavy with the weight of her decision. Standing in the silence of the empty house, Rhea felt the gravity of what she was about to do.

With trembling hands, she pulled off her engagement ring, the metal cool against her skin as it slipped off her finger. The symbol of her commitment to Jey felt like a noose around her heart, and she dropped it on the counter without a second thought.

Next came her necklace, that had held memories close to her heart. The necklace that contained her baby's ashes. She unclasped it, feeling the weight of it fall away. Jey’s chain, followed suit, and with each piece of jewelry she removed, Rhea felt a part of herself unraveling.

Finally, she slid off the permanent name bracelet Jey had given her, the one that had felt like a promise of forever. She hadn’t realized that tears continued to fall, pooling on the counter beneath the pile of jewelry, glistening like her shattered dreams.

Just then, a notification pinged on her phone—the Uber had arrived.

Rhea took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. She glanced around the house one last time, a place that had once felt like home, but now felt like a prison. She was leaving it all behind: the laughter, the love, the hope. But she knew, deep down, that she had to do this for herself, for her heart.

As she stepped out into the night, the rain continued to pour, but this time, she felt a sense of clarity. She was choosing to walk away from the hurt, even if it meant leaving Jey behind. With each step away from the house, she felt a weight lift, even as another settled heavily on her heart.

--

Thursday October 10th, 2024 8:45 AM.

Jey jolted awake to the piercing sound of his alarm, confusion clouding his mind as the memories of the previous night flooded back. He squinted against the morning light, realizing he was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, crumpled and heavy with the weight of his despair. Rhea hadn’t returned, and the thought struck him like a dagger. He glanced over to the other side of the bed; Jeyce was still asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaos surrounding them.

With a heavy heart, Jey swung his legs off the sofabed and trudged out of the guest bedroom and into the living room. The house was eerily quiet, and a feeling of dread crept in as he turned toward the kitchen. He spotted Jon and Trinity leaning over something on the counter, their expressions tense and guarded.

“Where’s Rhea?” Jey’s voice broke through the silence, his tone sharper than he intended. As soon as he spoke, Trinity quickly covered whatever was on the counter with a plate, a sudden movement that sent a jolt of anxiety through Jey.

Jon stepped closer, his face serious. “Let’s talk, Jey.”

Jey felt irritation bubbling inside him, a mixture of anger and fear rising to the surface. “What the hell is going on?” he demanded, trying to sidestep Jon, but Jon blocked his path.

“Not now, Uce,” Jon said, his voice firm.

“Get out of my way!” Jey pushed Jon aside, urgency driving him forward. Trinity freaked out as she backed away, Jey reached for the plate that Trinity had tried to hide, lifting it with shaking hands. When he saw the contents, his heart sank.

There lay Rhea’s engagement ring, Jey's cuban chain, her necklace, and the permanent bracelet he brought with her—all carefully placed together in a small pile, glinting coldly in the light. Jey’s face turned white, and a scream tore from his throat, raw and heart-wrenching.

“NO!” he shouted, tears flooding his eyes as he clutched the jewelry to his chest. “Rhea! Why?!”

Jon rushed to him, crouching down on the floor beside his brother, refusing to let him go. Jey leaned into Jon's embrace, the warmth of his brother a small comfort amid his crushing despair. “I can’t believe she’s gone,” Jey cried, his voice trembling. “Why did she have to leave me?”

Jon held him tightly, whispering soothing words, but they were drowned out by Jey’s sobs. The world around him faded, replaced by an all-consuming sorrow. Rhea was gone, leaving behind these painful reminders of a love that now felt like a distant dream.

Just then, Jeyce appeared at the kitchen doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. “Dad, why are you crying?” he asked innocently, his small voice cutting through the chaos like a beacon.

Trinity instinctively stepped forward, kneeling to guide Jeyce away from the distressing scene. “Come on, sweetie, let’s go find something to do,” she said gently, ushering him away from his father’s heartbreak.

Jey cradling the jewelry in his hands, the weight of it almost too much to bear. The tears streamed down his cheeks, each drop a testament to his agony. He buried his face in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably as Jon held him tightly, refusing to let go amid the storm of Jey’s emotions.

The reality of Rhea’s departure settled over him like a suffocating blanket, heavy and inescapable. He felt as if he were losing everything—the love of his life, the dreams they had shared, and the family they were building together. In that moment, as he held onto the remnants of their love, Jey realized he wasn’t just grieving the loss of Rhea; he was mourning the future they would never have.

“Why, Rhea?” he gasped, his voice trembling with despair. “Why did you have to leave me?”

With every sob, Jey sank deeper into his emotional turmoil, feeling utterly lost. He knew he needed to find a way to keep his family together, but in his pain, he couldn’t see the way forward. All he could do was cry, the sound echoing in the empty kitchen, reverberating his heartache as Jon stayed beside him, holding him together in the face of a devastating loss.

--

Damian moved around his kitchen with a sense of purpose, scrambling egg whites and cooking turkey sausage links, the familiar scents filling the air. He poured a steaming cup of coffee, savoring the aroma that wafted up, hoping it might bring some comfort to Rhea. Once the food was done, he carefully arranged everything on a plate and headed toward the guest bedroom in his loft.

He pushed the door open softly, finding Rhea sitting up in bed, her gaze fixed on the window. The light from the overcast sky painted her face with a muted glow, but her expression was anything but bright. She looked utterly exhausted, her body slumped with the weight of everything that had transpired.

“Hey,” Damian said gently as he sat down next to her, placing the plate of food in her lap and setting the coffee on the nightstand. Rhea absently picked at the eggs, not truly focused on what was in front of her.

Damian took a deep breath, the heaviness in the room palpable. “You wanna talk?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

Rhea shook her head, a firm ‘no’ conveyed through her body language as she took a bite of the turkey sausage link. Damian nodded, understanding that she wasn’t ready to share her thoughts or feelings just yet.

“You wanna invoke the 24-hour rule?” he asked, and Rhea nodded ‘yes’ in response. The 24-hour rule was their mutual agreement, a pact that allowed each of them to retreat into their own emotional space during traumatic events. It was a way to avoid bottling up feelings, ensuring they could express themselves later without holding onto grudges or resentment.

Damian watched as Rhea finished her food, taking a sip of her coffee with a distracted expression. He gently rubbed her back, wishing he could alleviate the pain that radiated from her. But he respected her need for solitude. Without another word, he rose and grabbed the plate and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.

As the rain began to pour outside, Rhea got up from the bed and moved to the window, opening the curtain wider. The dark, overcast sky provided the only light in the room, creating an almost somber atmosphere. She sank into a bean bag chair nearby, curling up into a tight ball as she watched the rain cascade down the glass.

With each droplet that fell, Rhea felt her own tears flow freely. She allowed herself to cry, the sound of the rain drowning out her heartache. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within her, each tear a release of the emotions she had been holding inside. She felt lost, overwhelmed by the weight of her decisions and the consequences that followed.

Time slipped away as she sat there, wrapped in her thoughts and feelings. The rain continued to fall, each drop a reminder of her sorrow and confusion. She longed for clarity, for a sense of peace that seemed so far away. But for now, all she could do was let the tears fall, allowing the storm within her to match the one outside, each sob a step toward healing as she navigated through the aftermath of her heartache.

--

Jey, Jon, and Jeyce waited for a taxi. Jey had moved their flight towards a later time and added Jon to the itinerary, desperately needing his brother’s support. The thought of facing Takecia alone filled him with dread, and he felt a weight pressing down on him. Memories of Rhea flooded his mind—the laughter, the love, and the heartache—and he struggled to reconcile the man he once was with the uncertainty of the present.

When the taxi finally pulled up, they climbed in, Jeyce nestled between his father and uncle. The ride to Jey's old house was filled with an uncomfortable silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Jey’s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—thoughts of Rhea, the love they had shared, and the heartbreak that loomed over him. He could feel Jeyce’s innocent presence beside him, and it made his heart ache all the more. He knew Jeyce deserved a stable family, and yet here they were, caught in the chaos of broken relationships.

Upon arriving at the house, Jey and Jeyce got out, leaving Jon in the taxi. Taking a deep breath, Jey approached the door and knocked. It swung open to reveal Jaciyah, his oldest son, standing there with a serious expression. The sight of him stirred a protective instinct in Jey; he wanted to shield his boys from the pain of their fractured family. Jeyce tried to hug his older brother and Jaciyah rubbed Jeyce's back. Jeyce went inside and up the stairs to his room and Jey's eldest son now faced him.

“Where’s Rhea?” Jaciyah asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.

Jey looked at his son, feeling the gravity of the moment. “She left,” he admitted, the pain evident in his tone. The words felt heavy on his tongue, as if they carried the weight of his failure as a husband and father.

His expression shifted from curiosity to shock, and Jey could see the turmoil unfolding in his son's eyes. Without a word, Jaciyah closed the door behind him, stepping out with Jey standing on the porch, feeling some sort of relief. Moments later and to Jey’s surprise, Jaciyah stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him in an unexpected hug. Jey was taken aback, warmth flooding through him amidst the chaos.

“Are you coming back to be with Mom?” Jaciyah asked, his voice small and uncertain, as if he were afraid of the answer.

The question struck Jey deeply, a dagger to his heart. It forced him to confront the reality of his situation. “I may have hurt your mother, but I won’t go back to someone I’m not in love with,” he replied, his voice steady despite the heartbreak inside him. The honesty felt raw and liberating, but it also stung with the realization of what that meant for his family.

Jaciyah stepped back, confusion swirling in his eyes. “Don’t you love us?” His question hung in the air, heavy with emotion.

That question pierced Jey’s heart, and he struggled to find the right words. “I let go of someone I loved for you and Jeyce,” he said softly. “I love you, son.” His voice was filled with conviction, but inside, he felt the cracks beginning to show. How could he explain the complexities of love and responsibility to a boy who only wanted to feel secure?

Jaciyah nodded, understanding slowly dawning on him. Without another word, he retreated into the house, leaving Jey alone on the porch. The door closed softly behind him, a symbol of the reality he was trying to navigate. Jey turned back to the taxi, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Climbing in beside Jon, the eldest Uso could sense the tension in the air. Jon glanced at him, concern etched on his face. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low.

“No,” Jey admitted, running a hand through his hair, frustration and sadness mixing within him. “I just… I don’t know what to do anymore. I thought I was doing the right thing, but now everything is just a mess.”

Jon offered him a reassuring nod, understanding the depths of his brother’s pain. “You’re not alone in this, Jey. We’ll figure it out together.”

Jey sighed, the gravity of the situation settling in. He watched the familiar streets of his old neighborhood blur by outside the window. Everything felt different now—changed by the events that had unfolded in the past few weeks. As they drove off into the fading light, Jey’s heart was heavy with the knowledge that life would never be the same again.

Now, he was left grappling with the consequences of his choices, not just for himself but for his sons. Jey felt torn between his love for Rhea and the family he had built with Takecia. He could only hope now.. that there is a silver lining left.

--

As the plane soared through the clouds, Jon and Jey sat side by side, the hum of the engines a constant backdrop to their thoughts. Jey's gaze was fixed on the engagement ring resting in his palm, a heavy symbol of the life he had once envisioned. The ring, meant to signify love and commitment, held within it the ashes of their unborn child—a tangible reminder of loss that gnawed at his heart. He felt completely and utterly hopeless, adrift in a sea of grief and regret.

Jon glanced over, sensing the weight of his brother's silence. He opened his mouth, searching for the right words of encouragement. “Jey, I know this is hard. You loved Rhea, and this is a lot to deal with. But you’ve got to remember that—”

“Just stop,” Jey interrupted, his voice barely above a whisper. The edge of his frustration cut through the air, and Jon fell silent, the words of comfort dying on his lips. Jey continued to stare at the ring, lost in memories of laughter and dreams that felt increasingly distant.

The entire flight passed in a blur of turbulence and quiet contemplation. Jey’s mind replayed the moments he had shared with Rhea, the laughter, the plans for their future, and the hopes they had for their child. Each recollection felt like a knife twisting deeper into his heart. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed them both, and the silence of the cabin echoed the void inside him.

Finally, the plane touched down, jolting Jey from his thoughts. The familiar sight of Pensacola brought a pang of nostalgia mixed with dread. As they navigated their way through the airport, Jey felt as though he were moving in slow motion, every step weighed down by the burden of his emotions. The bustling crowds felt foreign to him, their laughter and chatter contrasting sharply with his internal struggle.

Once they reached the parking lot, Jey slid into the passenger seat of Jon’s Mustang. The roar of the engine ignited a spark of adrenaline in him, but it quickly faded. He felt as if he were sitting in a car headed for a destination he didn’t want to reach. The air was thick with unspoken thoughts as Jon navigated through the streets, the familiarity of their surroundings bringing a hint of comfort.

After a moment of silence, Jey finally turned to Jon, his voice shaky. “What should I do?” he asked, vulnerability creeping into his tone. He needed guidance, someone to help him find a way forward, but the weight of his grief made it hard to see the path ahead.

Jon took a deep breath, knowing this was a delicate moment. “Maybe give her some time,” he suggested gently. “It’s possible she just needs space to sort through everything. You know how overwhelming this can be.”

“Time?” Jey echoed, a bitter taste in his mouth. “She deserves to be here with us. I can’t just stand by and do nothing.” Anguish rippled through his voice, the desperation evident as he clutched the ring tightly in his hand. “I can’t lose her, Jon. Not like this.”

“I know, Jey,” Jon replied, his voice steady and soothing. “But rushing in might make things worse. You’ve both been through so much. Maybe if you give her a little room, she’ll find her way back to you.”

Jey leaned back against the seat, frustration battling with understanding. He knew Jon was right, but the thought of being apart from Rhea felt unbearable. The longing to hold her again, to reassure her that everything would be okay, twisted in his chest like a vice. The ring felt heavier than ever, a constant reminder of what was lost and the hope he still clung to.

As they drove through the streets of Pensacola, the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over everything. Jey's mind raced with possibilities and fears, each one battling for dominance. Could he truly give her the space she needed? Would she come back? And if she did, would it be the same?

In the fading light, Jey's heart ached with uncertainty, but he knew he had to try. He had to believe that love could bridge the chasm between them, that with time, healing could begin. As they approached their destination, he resolved to find a way to show Rhea just how much she meant to him, to remind her that they were in this together—no matter how dark the road ahead might seem.

--

Friday October 11th, 2024

As the sun struggled to break through the heavy clouds, casting a muted light through the rain-soaked windows, Damian prepared breakfast with a newfound sense of purpose. He deftly assembled a bagel sandwich, layering fluffy scrambled eggs, melted cheese, and savory ham. The enticing aroma filled the kitchen, a difference to the heavy silence that enveloped the rest of the loft. With another steaming cup of coffee in hand, he made his way back to the guest bedroom, ready to check on Rhea once more.

Pushing the door open gently, he found Rhea nestled in the oversized bean bag chair, her body wrapped in a thick blanket. She was staring out the window, transfixed by the relentless rain, her expression distant and hollow. It was as if the storm outside mirrored the turmoil inside her. Damian couldn’t shake the thought that Rhea seemed to have absorbed the weather’s despair; at this point, it felt like she might have some control over it.

“Hey,” he said softly, clearing his throat to break the silence. Rhea turned her gaze toward him, and he was struck by how exhausted she looked. Her hair hung in disarray, and the shadows under her eyes spoke volumes of sleepless nights and unanswered worries. “Have you slept at all?”

She shook her head, her eyes dull. “No.”

“The 24-hour rule is up, Rhea,” he said gently, sitting beside her on the other bean bag chair. “It’s time to lay it all out.”

She took the bagel sandwich he offered, her fingers brushing against his as she accepted it. Taking a tentative bite, she chewed slowly, as if trying to find the right words hidden in her discomfort. Finally, after a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, she let the floodgates open.

“Takecia saw the photos,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “The ones TMZ posted. She lost it when she saw Jeyce and me hugging.” Her hands trembled as she spoke, the weight of her emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Damian felt his heart sink at the mention of Takecia’s name. “What did she say?”

Rhea inhaled deeply, her brow furrowing in frustration. “She threatened to withdraw the divorce if Jey didn’t bring Jeyce back home. She basically had him choose between the kids or me.” Her voice trembled with anger and pain. “I can’t believe it’s come to this. It’s not fair to Jeyce or to me.”

“That’s so unfair,” Damian replied, his tone low and empathetic. He reached out, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, wanting to shield her from the emotional storm that was brewing within her.

“I thought it was real,” she continued, her voice cracking. “I thought we could make it work. But now everything feels like it’s falling apart.” Tears began to well in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away, but they escaped regardless. “After I called you, I took off all the jewelry Jey had given me. I just… I couldn’t look at it anymore.”

“Where is it?” Damian asked softly, genuinely concerned.

“On the counter,” she replied, her gaze dropping to the sandwich as if the act of speaking had stripped her of her strength. “I just wanted to remove everything that reminded me of him.”

Damian felt a surge of protectiveness for her, a fierce desire to help her navigate through this heartbreak. “You shouldn’t have to go through this alone, Rhea. You deserve to be happy and supported.” He squeezed her shoulder gently, wishing he could take away her pain.

“I don’t know what to do, Damian,” she admitted, her voice breaking. “I feel like I’m caught in the middle of something I can’t control, and I’m terrified that I’ll lose Jey.”

“You can control your choices,” he encouraged, his voice steady. “Take it one step at a time. You don’t have to rush anything. We’ll figure this out together.” He held her gaze, hoping to reassure her that she wasn’t alone in this fight.

As they sat in silence, the rain continued to patter against the windows, a soothing rhythm that seemed to hold its own wisdom. Rhea slowly set the sandwich aside, her mind racing with possibilities and fears. She felt lost, adrift in a sea of uncertainty, but maybe, just maybe, with Damian by her side, she could start to find her way back to herself.

“I just wanted to build a life with Jey, and now it feels like everything is slipping away,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I never wanted to hurt anyone, especially not the kids. I love them, and I thought we could create a family together.”

Damian nodded, his expression softening. “It’s okay to feel that way. Your feelings are valid, Rhea. But you have to remember that love doesn’t mean sacrificing your happiness or compromising your values. You deserve to be with someone who loves you fully, not someone who makes you choose.”

Rhea took a deep breath, contemplating his words. “You’re right, but it’s hard. I keep thinking about the memories we shared, the plans we made. I just don’t want to lose the connection I have with Jey.”

“Losing a relationship doesn’t mean losing love,” Damian reassured her. “You can still care for them from a distance. Sometimes, letting go is the only way to truly grow.”

As they shared this moment, the rain continued to pour, a steady reminder of the storm outside. Rhea felt a small flicker of hope igniting within her. Maybe she could find a way to embrace the uncertainty, to navigate the tumultuous waters ahead. “Thank you,” she finally whispered, her voice tinged with gratitude. “For being here.”

“Always,” Damian replied, offering her a reassuring smile. “We’ll face this storm together.” In that moment, Rhea felt a glimmer of strength return, realizing that she had a friend in her corner, ready to help her find her way back to herself amidst the chaos.

Rhea took a moment to collect herself, her heart still heavy with the weight of her emotions. She turned to Damian, her voice barely above a whisper. “Damian, could you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” he replied, his expression earnest.

“Can you go to a store for me?” she asked, her eyes pleading. “I just need some clothes—nothing special, just enough for today and tomorrow. I don’t have the strength to go out, let alone face people in public.”

Damian nodded without hesitation. “Of course. I’ll grab whatever you need.” He paused for a moment, then added with a teasing grin, “Even if I don’t particularly want to go to Target and be seen buying women’s underwear, I’ll do it for you.”

Rhea managed a small laugh, a brief reprieve from the sadness that had enveloped her. “Thank you, Damian. I really appreciate it.”

“Just sit tight,” he said, standing up. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He started walking towards the door but stopped, he turned to Rhea and said, “Happy Birthday.. for what it’s worth.” Rhea actually couldn’t believe it… she had forgotten her own birthday.

As he left the room, Rhea returned her gaze to the rain, which continued to pour relentlessly outside. The sound was both soothing and melancholic, a perfect reflection of her tumultuous feelings. As she watched the droplets race down the windowpane, she couldn't help but think of Jey. The pain he must be feeling gnawed at her heart, an echo of the hurt that had become all too familiar.

Rhea closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning Jey sitting alone in the guest bedroom, grappling with the same emotional storm that raged within her. She remembered the way his face lit up when he talked about his kids, how fiercely he loved them, and how much he had fought to keep their family together. The thought of Jey being caught in the crossfire of Takecia's demands was unbearable.

She could only imagine the torment he must be experiencing—torn between his love for Rhea and his responsibilities as a father. Did he feel hopeless? Did he blame himself for the chaos? Rhea wished she could reach out to him, to tell him that they could find a way through this together, but the reality of the situation weighed heavily on her.

Her thoughts drifted to the moments they had shared, the laughter, the joy, and the intimate conversations that had woven their lives together. It was painful to think about how quickly everything had unraveled. She felt a deep sense of loss—not just for the relationship she had with Jey, but for the future they had dreamed of building together.

A shiver ran through her as the chill from the rain seeped into the room. Rhea wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, feeling small and fragile against the weight of her emotions. She wanted to believe that things could get better, that she and Jey could find a way back to each other. But how could they when everything felt so broken?

Just then, her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was a message from Trinity: “Hey, where are you? We’ve been worried about you.”

Rhea hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. Should she tell her where she was? She knew Trinity would want to come and be with her, but part of her wanted to keep her location a secret, to hold on to the solitude for just a little longer. After a moment’s thought, she typed back, “I’m okay, just taking some time for myself.”

Trinity replied almost immediately: “Rhea, please. We’re all here for you. Jey just wants to talk with you. He needs to understand why you gave up… it’s not fair to him.”

Rhea’s heart ached at Trinity’s concern. She wanted to reach out, to feel the comfort of her friend’s presence, but she couldn’t bring herself to disclose her location let alone face Jey. She took a deep breath and replied, “I know, but I just need a little more time. I promise I’ll reach out soon.”

Trinity’s response was immediate: “Just know that we love you and want to help. You’re not alone in this.”

Rhea felt a small flicker of warmth at her words, the reminder that she had a support system, even in her darkest moments. She took a deep breath, allowing the love from Trinity to seep into her heart.

As she settled deeper into the bean bag chair, Rhea closed her eyes and listened to the rain, allowing it to wash over her like a balm. She envisioned a brighter future—a future where healing was possible, where love could be rekindled amidst the chaos… but as she thought about Takecia’s words, Rhea decided to just do what felt right.

Rhea’s heart raced as she dialed Hunter’s number. Her hands trembled as she waited for him to answer, the weight of what she was about to do pressing down on her chest like a suffocating blanket. When he picked up, his voice was full of energy—clearly excited about the plans he had for her and Jey in the upcoming weeks.

"Rhea, hey! I’ve been meaning to talk to you. We’ve got some great stuff lined up for you and Jey!”

At the sound of Jey’s name, Rhea’s heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn’t bear it. Couldn’t bear the thought of being connected to him, hearing his name, or thinking about the life they had almost built together. Her voice cracked as she spoke.

"Hunter... I need to ask you something." There was a long pause, and she took a deep breath before continuing. "I need two weeks off... for my mental health."

There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the line, as if Hunter was processing her request. "Rhea, I get it, but you know how big these upcoming weeks are. It’s everything we’ve been working towards for you. Are you sure this is the right time?"

Her heart was screaming no, but her mind and body were so broken that she couldn’t imagine going on. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought to keep her voice steady. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Hunter the real reason.

"Please, Hunter," she begged. "I need this. I can’t... I just can’t right now."

Hunter sighed heavily. "Alright," he finally agreed, his voice softening. "Take the two weeks, Rhea. Get yourself right. But come back ready. We’re counting on you."

"Thank you," she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

After hanging up, she sat in the silence of Damian’s guest room, feeling the weight of her decision bearing down on her. It wasn’t just about work or the plans Hunter had for her. It was about everything—Jey, the life she had lost, the endless pain that had become her reality. Rhea’s fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of the blanket draped over her lap as she let out a long, shaky breath.

She stood up, her legs feeling heavy as she walked around the room, searching for something. Her mind wasn’t entirely clear, but it didn’t matter. She found an old notebook and a pen, and with trembling hands, she opened to a blank page and began to write.

"Dear Damian,

Please go to Pensacola and take care of Bella, Barry, Luna, and Storm. They’re at Jon and Trinity’s house. If they ask you to, speak at my funeral—you’ll do your fellow Terror Twin justice. I did this for me.

I love you, Damian.

Tell Jey I will always love him, no matter what.

—Demi.”

Rhea stared at the note, her chest tightening as she folded it carefully and placed it on the bed. A small part of her wanted someone to find it, wanted someone to stop her. But that part of her felt so far away, buried under the unbearable weight of her heartache.

She walked slowly to the bathroom, her feet dragging as she opened the medicine cabinet. Damian’s bottles of painkillers stared back at her. She grabbed two of them, her hands trembling even more now as she unscrewed the caps. She didn’t think twice. She couldn’t think twice. The thought of continuing on with this endless, soul-crushing pain was too much to bear.

She poured a handful of the pills into her palm and swallowed them dry, one after the other. The taste was bitter, and they scratched at her throat, but she didn’t care. She finished the first bottle and then the second, swallowing every last one of the pills.

Rhea stumbled back to the bed, her vision already beginning to blur as the effects of the drugs started to take hold. She lay down on the mattress, feeling her body sink into the softness of the sheets. Her head was spinning, and her eyelids felt heavy as lead.

In the quiet of the room, the sound of rain outside the window grew softer, more distant. The world was fading away, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she welcomed the numbness.

As her eyes fluttered closed, the last thing she thought about was Jey—his face, his smile, the way he had held her when the world seemed like it was falling apart. And even though she couldn’t bring herself to keep going, she knew, in some small corner of her heart, that she would always love him.

But she couldn’t do this anymore.

With her final breath, Rhea let herself drift away, the rain falling softly outside the window as the world slipped from her grasp.

—

Damian entered his loft, balancing the shopping bags filled with clothes he’d picked up for Rhea. He called out her name as he kicked the door closed behind him. “Rhea! I got some stuff for you to try on. Thought I’d pick up a few things that might fit your style." He walked further into the space, expecting to hear her voice in response, but all he got in return was silence.

He frowned, feeling a slight knot form in his stomach. He made his way down the hall toward the guest bedroom, the bags rustling against his legs. “Rhea?" he called again, his voice a little more urgent now. Still, there was no answer.

When Damian reached the door to the guest bedroom, he pushed it open. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on the bed. Rhea was there, sprawled out, her body still, a blanket loosely draped over her. For a brief moment, he thought she was just sleeping—her body turned slightly to the side, her hair cascading over the pillow.

But something was wrong. Damian's heart skipped a beat as his gaze flickered to the small, crumpled piece of paper next to her. His hand trembled as he picked it up, recognizing her handwriting immediately.

"Dear Damian..." he read, the words becoming a blur as panic surged through his veins. His eyes widened as he processed the rest of the note.

"No... no, no, no," Damian muttered under his breath, dropping the bags onto the floor. He rushed to Rhea’s side and grabbed her shoulders, trying to shake her awake. Her body was limp, her head lolled to the side as though she were a broken doll.

"Rhea, wake up!" Damian’s voice cracked as he desperately shook her again, but there was no response. His hand moved to her wrist, trying to find a pulse, but his fingers were trembling too much to get a clear reading. His breath quickened, panic swelling inside of him as he realized what was happening.

He fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking violently as he dialed 911. Each ring felt like a lifetime, the panic mounting with every second. Finally, the operator answered, and Damian’s voice was shaky, barely able to get the words out.

“I—I need help! My friend... my friend—she’s not breathing! I think she—she took something. Please, please, send someone now!” His words tumbled out in a frantic rush, his voice breaking as he explained the situation. Tears welled in his eyes, his chest tightening as he looked down at Rhea’s lifeless form.

The operator’s voice was calm, trying to guide him through the steps, but Damian could barely focus. He was trying everything, his mind racing as he listened to the operator tell him to begin chest compressions, to do anything to keep Rhea’s heart beating until help arrived. His hands pressed down on her chest, his mind flashing to every moment they had shared, every laugh, every time they had called each other their "Terror Twin."

"Come on, come on, don’t do this to me, Rhea. Please!" Damian’s voice cracked with emotion as he continued to push down on her chest, desperate to keep her alive.

The minutes felt like hours as he continued, his own breath ragged and shaky. In his mind, all he could hear was the haunting final words of her letter, echoing over and over again.

"I love you, Damian... tell Jey I will always love him."

Damian didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. His hands pushed against her chest until his arms ached, until his vision blurred with tears. All he could do was wait, his heart breaking as he fought to save her, praying with everything he had that it wasn’t too late.

The sound of the ambulance sirens blared in the distance, and Damian felt like time had slowed to a crawl. Damian’s hand repeatedly pushing on her chest, whispering her name, begging her to wake up. His heart was pounding in his chest, a steady drumbeat of fear and helplessness. When the door burst open and the paramedics rushed in, Damian scrambled back, his voice hoarse from shouting, his hands still shaking.

One of the paramedics, a middle-aged man with a calm but urgent demeanor, knelt down beside Rhea. "What happened?" he asked, already checking her vitals. His partner was busy opening a medical kit on the floor.

“I—I don’t know,” Damian stammered, his voice breaking. “I—I just found her like this. There was a note, and—” His voice trailed off, his chest tightening with panic. “She—she might have taken something. I— but I don’t know what.”

The paramedic frowned and quickly glanced over at his partner. “What kind of pills?” the paramedic asked, his voice steady but firm.

Damian shook his head, his mind spinning. “I don’t know!”

The paramedic didn’t waste any time. He barked out orders to his partner, who was already pulling out an oxygen mask and a portable defibrillator, while Damian watched, frozen in place. The first paramedic carefully inserted an IV into Rhea’s arm, the needle sliding under her pale skin as he connected her to fluids. Then, he began attempting to insert a breathing tube into her mouth.

Damian’s heart raced as he watched, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. The room felt like it was spinning around him, his thoughts a chaotic mess. He barely registered the paramedic speaking to him again.

"We’re taking her to the hospital," the paramedic said as they lifted Rhea onto a stretcher, strapping her in. “Her pulse is very weak, but we’ve got to move quickly.”

Damian nodded numbly, following them out of the loft. His mind was clouded with panic and confusion as he climbed into the back of the ambulance with Rhea. He sat beside her, his heart heavy with dread as the paramedics worked quickly around him. The ambulance doors slammed shut, and the sirens wailed again as they sped through the streets.

Damian’s breath hitched in his throat as he looked down at Rhea. Her face was pale, her eyes closed, her body still. One of the paramedics was monitoring her heart rate, while the other inserted another IV in her arm. Damian watched, his stomach twisting with fear as they carefully placed the oxygen mask over her face and began attempting to intubate her.

When Damian saw a flicker of movement on the heart monitor—an indication of a weak but present pulse—he felt a glimmer of hope. But it was fleeting, as the reality of how fragile she was set in. He reached out, gently taking her hand in his, and held on tightly.

"Come on, Rhea. Stay with me," Damian whispered, his voice trembling as he leaned closer to her. He could feel his own pulse thundering in his ears, the weight of his fear pressing down on him like a heavy burden.

The paramedic next to him glanced up at the monitor as the heartbeat began to drop. “We’ll do everything we can.”

Damian nodded, squeezing Rhea’s hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He was terrified that he might lose her, that her note—the one he hadn’t even had the chance to fully process—might be the last thing she ever left behind.

As the ambulance sped through the streets toward the hospital, Damian leaned his head back against the cool metal wall of the vehicle, his eyes never leaving Rhea’s still form. He couldn’t lose her, not like this.

"Please," he whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. "Please don’t leave me, Rhea."

As the paramedics wheeled her in, Damian stood frozen as the nurse gently but firmly informed him that he couldn’t accompany Rhea into the surgery room. His grip on her hand loosened reluctantly as the nurse pulled the stretcher toward the double doors, leaving him standing alone in the hallway. His chest felt tight, as though someone had taken the air out of the room.

"Please, take care of her," he whispered to no one in particular, but his words felt hollow, lost in the sterile noise of the hospital.

The nurse's parting instructions echoed in his mind. Wait in the waiting room. But Damian couldn’t bring himself to do it. He felt utterly powerless. His feet carried him aimlessly down the hall, his mind a swirling storm of regret and helplessness. He couldn’t just sit and wait. Not when Rhea’s life was on the line, not after what had just happened.

He stumbled into a nearby corner and pulled out his phone, his hands trembling as he scrolled through his contacts. He found Hunter’s name and pressed call, his fingers gripping the phone so tightly it nearly slipped from his grasp.

Hunter picked up after a few rings, his voice filled with his usual commanding tone. “Damian? What’s up?”

Damian swallowed hard, trying to steady his voice, but the weight of the situation came crashing down on him all at once. “It’s Rhea,” he said, barely able to get the words out. “She…she just tried to—she just tried to end her own life, Hunter.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. When Hunter finally spoke, his voice was full of shock and disbelief. “What? No… I just talked to her, Damian. She didn’t say anything about this! What the hell happened?”

Damian felt his throat tighten. “I don’t know, man. I didn’t even see it coming. I found her in my loft with a note and she wasn’t breathing. The paramedics said her pulse is weak. The doctors are taking her into surgery now.”

Hunter’s tone shifted, becoming more urgent, almost panicked. “Stay there, Damian. I’ll get in touch with Rhea’s family right away. Just don’t move. Keep me updated.”

Damian nodded, though Hunter couldn’t see it. “I’ll stay. I’m not going anywhere.”

They hung up, and the silence that followed was deafening. The reality of what had just happened finally started sinking in. Damian had known Rhea was struggling, but not like this. He hadn’t seen the depths of her pain until it was almost too late.

Desperate to get away from the noise and the sterile lights of the hospital, he spotted a private, handicap-accessible bathroom down the hallway. Without thinking, he pushed the door open, walked inside, and locked it behind him.

As soon as he was alone, Damian collapsed against the wall, burying his face in his hands. The sobs came fast and uncontrollable, wracking his entire body as the weight of everything he had been holding in came crashing down on him. He didn’t know how to handle this, how to process the thought of losing her. He had tried to be strong for her, to be the one person she could always rely on, but he had missed the signs.

He had failed her.

Tears streamed down his face as he leaned his head back against the cool tile, his breathing ragged and uneven. He replayed every moment in his mind—the way she had seemed so distant, how she’d stopped talking to him, how he had chalked it up to the stress of everything that had happened with Jey and Takecia. He hadn’t realized that Rhea was drowning in her own pain.

His phone buzzed in his hand, but Damian ignored it. He didn’t have the strength to talk to anyone else. Not now. All he could think about was the sight of Rhea’s lifeless body on the bed, her skin cold, her pulse barely there. The image was burned into his mind, and it terrified him.

After what felt like an eternity, Damian slowly pulled himself up from the floor, wiping his face with the back of his sleeve. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady himself. He couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Rhea needed him, and if she made it through this, he had to be there for her. He had to be the person she needed, the one who wouldn’t give up on her.

But as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, Damian couldn’t shake the gnawing guilt in his chest. He couldn’t help but wonder if he could have done more, if he could have somehow saved her before it had come to this.

“Please,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. “Please let her make it.”

And with that, he unlocked the door and stepped back out into the bright, sterile hallway, the weight of his fear and guilt still heavy on his shoulders. Now, all he could do was wait.

—

Three hours later, Jey, Jon, and Trinity sat on the couch , idly watching TV. Jey was cuddled into a pillow, resting his eyes, when suddenly, all three of them perked up at the sound of breaking news.

“Breaking News: 28-year-old Demi Addams, known professionally as WWE Superstar Rhea Ripley, has been rushed into surgery after attempting to take her own life. This news was confirmed by WWE Chief Content Officer Paul Levesque, as he was seen leaving WWE Headquarters in Stamford, Connecticut. CNN’s New York Native Jessica Dean is on the scene.”

The screen shifted to show the reporter standing outside Mount Sinai Hospital, her expression serious. “Thank you so much. I’m standing outside Mount Sinai, where doctors are working extensively on Mrs. Addams. Unnamed sources have shared information that Mrs. Addams was found by fellow WWE Superstar and close friend of Mrs. Addams, Luis Martinez, also known as Damian Priest. WWE sources have further declined any type of interview at this time, but we can only hope this young wrestler has a fighting chance. Kathy, back to you.”

At the mention of Rhea's name, Jey's heart sank. He stared at the screen, his expression blank, the weight of the news crushing down on him.

“Jey?” Jon’s voice cut through the silence, but it sounded distant, muffled. Jey didn’t respond, lost in a haze of disbelief.

“Jey!” Jon's tone turned urgent as he reached over and shook his brother’s shoulder. “Snap out of it!”

Jey blinked rapidly, finally focusing on Jon and Trinity. The fear in their eyes matched the chaos swirling in his chest. “What... what do we do?” he whispered, his voice trembling.

“We need to get to New York. Now,” Jon replied, determination flooding his tone.

Trinity nodded, her expression fierce. “We can’t just sit here. Rhea needs us.”

Jey felt a surge of adrenaline push through the fog of despair. “You’re right. Let’s go.” He jumped up from the couch, urgency taking over as he ran to the guest room to throw some clothes in a duffel bag.

Jon and Trinity quickly followed suit, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and determination. They wouldn’t let Rhea face this battle alone. Together, they would fight for her.

—

Damian sat in the waiting room of Mount Sinai Hospital, anxiety gnawing at him as he paced back and forth. He was now joined by Hunter, who had arrived moments ago with a team of security and assistants. Upon arrival, Hunter informed Damian that he already contacted Rhea’s family and they were on the way in from Australia. The tension in the air was palpable, and the atmosphere was thick with worry. Rhea was still in surgery, and the uncertainty was eating away at everyone present.

“Do you have any updates?” Hunter asked, his voice low but firm, trying to maintain a sense of control amid the chaos.

“Nothing yet,” Damian replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “They’ve been in there for hours. I just can’t believe this is happening.”

Hunter nodded, his brow furrowed with concern. “Rhea’s strong. She’ll pull through this.” But even he seemed unsure, glancing toward the surgery doors as if willing them to open.

Damian took a deep breath, his mind racing. He knew he needed to reach out to Jey. “Do you think I could text Jey?” he asked Hunter, desperate for his friend to be there.

“Of course,” Hunter replied, nodding in understanding. “He should know.”

Damian quickly pulled out his phone and typed a message, sending the hospital’s location along with a brief note about Rhea’s condition. Almost instantly, he received a reply. The tension in his chest eased slightly as he read Jey’s response: I’m about to board a plane. I’ll be on my way.

“Jey’s coming,” Damian said, looking up at Hunter with a mixture of relief and urgency. “He’s already at the airport.”

“Good,” Hunter said, a flicker of hope crossing his face. “He needs to be here. Rhea will want to see him when she wakes up.”

Just then, the waiting area door swung open, and a nurse emerged, her expression serious but compassionate. The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward her, anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

“Is there news?” Damian asked, stepping forward.

“She’s still in surgery,” the nurse said, her tone calm yet firm. “The doctors are doing everything they can. It’s a delicate situation, but we’re monitoring her closely.”

Damian felt his heart race again, and he glanced at Hunter, who nodded in acknowledgment. They needed to hold onto hope. As the minutes turned into what felt like hours, Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that Rhea’s fight was far from over, and they would all be right there, ready to support her when she needed them most.

—

Another four hours had passed, and Jey, Jon, and Trinity were finally on their way to Mount Sinai Hospital. It had been an hour since they landed in New York, and they decided to drop their bags at the hotel before heading straight to the hospital because they still hadn’t received an update. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and with every minute that passed without an update, Jey’s anxiety grew.

As they approached the hospital, Jey was taken aback by the sight before him. The entrance was lined with hundreds of fans, each one holding candles and posters adorned with messages of love and support for Rhea. Some signs read “Stay Strong, Rhea” and “We Love You, Rhea!” The sheer number of people rooting for her surprised Jey, filling him with a mix of admiration and sorrow.

“This is incredible,” Trinity said, her voice filled with awe. “I didn’t realize how much she meant to so many people.”

Jey nodded, feeling a sense of warmth despite the grim circumstances. “She deserves all of this and more,” he replied, his heart swelling with pride for Rhea.

They were dropped off in front of the hospital, where police officers were stationed, carefully checking the identities of those entering. As the trio walked toward the entrance, the crowd erupted in cheers, calling out Rhea's name. It was a testament to her impact, and Jey felt a surge of emotions as they made their way through the throng of supporters.

One of Paul’s assistants approached the police officer at the entrance, explaining who they were and instructing him to let them through. The officer nodded and waved them in, and as they stepped inside, Jey spotted Damian sitting down with Hunter, both looking worn but relieved to see them.

“Jey!” Damian exclaimed as he stood up, pulling Jey into a quick embrace. “I’m glad you made it.”

“What happened?” Jey asked, urgency in his voice as he searched Damian's eyes for answers.

“I still don’t know,” Damian said, shaking his head in frustration. “She’s been in surgery for hours now. It’s been excruciating waiting without any news.”

Jey felt a knot tighten in his stomach. “What can we do?” he asked, desperate to feel useful.

“Just being here means everything,” Hunter interjected, placing a reassuring hand on Jey’s shoulder. “Rhea needs to know that she’s not alone in this.”

As they settled into the waiting area, Jey glanced around at the faces of the fans outside the hospital, each one holding onto hope for Rhea’s recovery. He felt the weight of their support, and for the first time that day, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, Rhea would pull through this.

—

After another hour of tense waiting, a doctor finally emerged, his presence commanding immediate attention. “I’m looking for Demi Addams’s family,” he called out, and everyone stood up, anticipation flooding the room.

The doctor motioned for them to follow him, leading them into an empty conference room further inside the hospital, away from the bustling emergency room. Four WWE security guards stood at the door, ensuring their privacy as the doctor prepared to deliver the news.

“Thank you all for coming,” he began, his tone somber. “I’m Dr. Morris. I’m here to provide an update on Demi’s condition.”

The group leaned in closer, their hearts racing as they braced for the worst. “Demi has experienced a hypoxic brain injury,” Dr. Morris explained, his gaze serious as he addressed them.

Paul, unable to contain himself, interjected, “Can you elaborate on that?”

“Due to the drug overdose, her brain was deprived of oxygen for an extended period,” the doctor continued, his voice steady but heavy with the weight of his words. “She has been placed on a mechanical ventilator and is currently in a coma.”

Trinity gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. “Will she make it?” she asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Dr. Morris hesitated, his expression pained as if he was grappling with the words. “It would be best if her parents were here to say their goodbyes first,” he replied gently.

Paul stood up, desperation etched across his face. “Is there any chance?” he pressed, tears brimming in his eyes. “Please, just tell me there’s a chance.”

The doctor’s expression remained grave. “She has about a 5% chance of waking up,” he admitted. “And a 3% chance of a full recovery.”

The room fell silent, the reality of the situation crashing down on them. Jey felt the walls closing in as he struggled to process the devastating news. Tears streamed down his face, and he broke down completely, the weight of Rhea’s condition overwhelming him. Trinity held him in her arms as she saw her brother in law, completely broken.

“Is there any way we can see her?” Jey managed to ask through his sobs.

Dr. Morris nodded, but his gaze was serious. “There’s a two-person max for the ICU at this time,” he explained. “I can bring in a nurse to escort you.”

After a moment of discussion, the doctor offered for Jey to go in first, but he shook his head. “I want to see her alone,” he insisted, his voice shaking with emotion.

Damian and Paul went in first, followed by Jon and Trinity. Each of them emerged, their faces pale and stricken with grief.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Jey mustered the strength to face the reality of the situation. He was led to the ICU by a nurse, who motioned to the door. As Jey stood before it, he felt his heart racing in his chest. He opened the door slightly, and the sight before him nearly brought him to his knees.

Rhea lay there, surrounded by machines, her body still and vulnerable. The nurse held him up, noticing the change in his demeanor. “If you can’t go in, it’s okay,” she said gently.

Jey took a few short, shaky breaths, his mind racing with memories of Rhea—the laughter, the late-night talks, the love they shared. Damian saw him from a distance, his own eyes freshly red from crying. He rushed over to Jey and the nurse, placing a comforting hand on Jey’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of him,” he said firmly.

Jey turned to Damian, his voice breaking. “Don’t make me go in there, man,” he pleaded, the fear and heartbreak evident in his eyes.

Damian’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at Jey, feeling his pain. “You have to go,” he urged softly, his voice filled with compassion. “She needs you now more than ever.”

With that, Jey steeled himself, knowing he had to face the truth. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open wider and stepped into the ICU, not ready to confront the reality of Rhea’s condition.

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Summary: Sami figures out why you and Jey hate him, and gives you a different kind of attention you both have been craving.

warnings: smut, male, female receiving, top!sami, bottom reader, bottom jey.

pairings: Sami Zayn x fem!Black!Reader x Jey Uso

word count: 6,306

timeline: before war-games 2022

tagged: @southerngirl41@venusesworld@jeysbae@reci1996@tbones450 @steakwithasideofmashngravy @hope4more @selena-tyler-564@saintaquarius@whatdoeseverybodywant@raya-hunter01

a/n: I am sorry for this, just want to say that in advance. Samijey is 😩 Hope ya'll enjoy!

Sami were sure that you and Jey had never hated anyone in your life more than you hated him.

Which is why he knew it was gonna be hard when Roman told him you and Jey were his responsibility, and as the Honorary Uce, needed to watch over you guys.

Sami tried, god did he try. But he just didn't know why you and Jey hated him. Jey would constantly undermine him, get into arguments with him, and the tension between them could always end in a fight.

You, on the other hand, didn't share that same anger. You just simply ignored him. If Sami asked you to do something, such as not attack other women, you would go and do the complete opposite. You didn't get angry with him, but somehow the silence was even more infuriating to Sami. It was like you didn't care about anything he said or did.

Which made Sami confused when Roman handed him a bag and keycard that opened the door to a luxurious suite in the finest hotel in town.

Sami blushed when he opened the bag and quickly closed it, gaping at Roman with a a mix of surprise and confusion. "What's all this for?" Sami stammered, glancing between the bag and Roman.

Roman smirked, crossing his arms. "For you, Jey and Y/N," he replied.

Sami couldn't help but feel skeptical, given the history of animosity. "But they hate me?"

Roman laughed at Sami's comment. "They don't hate you. They like you a little too much, and that's why they are acting like this. They don't want to seem weak, so they put up a tough exterior."

Roman's words puzzled Sami. He couldn't comprehend how being liked could translate into such hostility. Still, the prospect of a luxurious suite and Roman's assurance intrigued him. And Sami liked the both of you and wanted to make things better.

Sami raised an eyebrow, still unsure. "So, why the hotel suite?"

Roman grinned, enjoying Sami's confusion. "To get rid of all the sexual tension between the three of you."

Sami's eyes widened as he processed Roman's words. He stammered, "Wait, what? Sexual tension?"

Roman chuckled, clearly finding amusement in Sami's reaction. "Look, I can see it, and so can everyone else. You and Jey are practically at each other's throats, and Y/N is being quiet because she finds you intriguing, and doesn't wanna embarrass herself. The sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. So, I thought a little getaway might help relieve some of that tension and bring you three closer together."

Sami's face turned several shades of red as he processed Roman's words. "You're suggesting a getaway to… what, exactly?" Sami couldn't deny the chemistry between him, you and Jey, but he never thought it was perceived as sexual tension. The idea of a hotel suite to resolve such matters left him bewildered.

Roman smirked knowingly. "Just relax, Sami. Have a great night, and when I see the three of you tomorrow I want there to be no more hostility. And that's an order, Sami."

With that, Roman beckoned Sami out of his office, and Sami stood there, still trying to wrap his head around Roman's unexpected directive. As he walked out of Roman's office, he clutched the bag and keycard in his hands, contemplating the surreal situation he found himself in.

He made his way to the luxurious suite, wondering how exactly this getaway was supposed to dissolve the tension between him, Jey, and you. Sami hesitated before using the keycard to open the door, half-expecting a prank or some kind of setup.

Upon entering, Sami was taken aback by the opulence of the suite. The room was adorned with lavish furnishings, and the atmosphere screamed extravagance. He couldn't help but think, "How is this going to solve anything?"

As Sami explored the suite, he noticed three separate bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom. He saw you and Jey talking in one of the bedrooms, the tension palpable even from a distance. Sami hesitated, unsure of how to approach the situation.

You and Jey glanced at Sami as he entered the room, the air thick with awkwardness. You stopped talking and cleared your throat, while Jey glared at Sami, standing up and crossing his arms. "What are you doing here? Roman's supposed to room with us." Jey grumbled.

Sami, still processing the unexpected turn of events, stammered, "Uh, Roman said this suite is for all three of us. He's rooming with Solo and Jimmy, so uh, sorry about that."

Sami was trying to finds signs that the two of you liked him more than you let on. He set the bag down before addressing the tension between them.

"Look, I know things have been rocky between us, but Roman said we need to get along, so we might as well make the best of this situation." Sami didn't mention the sexual tension part, but acknowledged the need to address the tension.

Jey scofffed and folded his arms, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "I ain't one for playing nice, but if Roman wants it, fine. Just stay out of my way."

With that, Jey glared at Sami one last time before going to the bathroom, leaving you and Sami in awkward silence.

Sami turned to you, his expression a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. "And you?" he asked, trying to gauge your reaction.

You met Sami's gaze, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. "I don't mind playing nice," you replied, your tone suggesting a hint of mischief. "But you'll have to keep up, Sami."

Sami couldn't help but chuckle nervously at your response. "I'll do my best," he said, a bit more at ease knowing that at least one of you seemed open to the idea.

You quickly went back to being silent though. It wasn't your fault, it was Sami's fault because of that damn shirt he was wearing. The shirt was tight, accentuating his muscles, and you found it distracting. Sami noticed your sudden silence and couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and self-consciousness.

Sami cleared his throat, attempting to break the awkward silence. "So, um, what do you guys want to do? I mean, Roman did get us this fancy suite, might as well enjoy it, right?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, your eyes nervously still fixed on Sami. If you didn't leave in the next 5 seconds, you were gonna jump his bones. "You know what, Jey was right. Just stay out of my way." You got up to go to the bathroom, leaving Sami standing there, bewildered by your abrupt dismissal.

Was that a blush on your face as you walked away? Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue. He glanced over at Jey, who was emerging from the bathroom with a scowl on his face.

"Great, now you've scared her off," Jey muttered, shooting a glare at Sami.

Sami, still trying to process the situation, defended himself. "I didn't do anything! She just… left."

Jey rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever. Just stay out of my way, and we won't have any problems."

As the tension lingered in the air, Sami realized that Roman's plan might be more challenging to execute than he initially thought. The luxurious surroundings did little to ease the palpable discomfort between the three of them.

Sami decided to take a moment to gather his thoughts. He needed to prove his theory that you both liked him, so he changed into a more revealing shirt, and shorts, hoping to gauge your reactions.

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't miss the way Jey's eyes widened slightly, and your gaze lingered for a moment before you averted your eyes. Sami couldn't help but smirk, feeling a small sense of victory.

Jey raised an eyebrow, trying to appear unimpressed. "Why the hell you wearing shorts in a hotel suite?" Jey grumbled.

Sami shrugged casually. "Just trying to be comfortable, Uce. Roman did say we're here to relax and get along, right?"

Jey scoffed, trying not to let his eyes linger to Sami's ass. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't make this any weirder than it already is."

You licked your lips nervously, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. The tension in the room seemed to shift, taking on a different, more charged quality. Sami, feeling a bit emboldened by the reactions he was getting, decided to take a playful approach.

"Well, since we're supposed to get along and all," Sami grinned, "how about we make the most of this fancy suite? Maybe order some room service, watch a movie, or, you know, just enjoy the amenities."

Jey sighed, clearly not thrilled with the idea but willing to go along with Roman's directive. "Fine, whatever. But I'm not sharing my food."

"Not even with me?" You pouted playfully, and Jey's eyes softened at your playful expression. Sami couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as it seemed like the atmosphere was starting to lighten up, even if just a little.

"Only with you though. Not this fucking fool." And there goes the sexual tension, Sami thought to himself. He chuckled, realizing that Roman might have been onto something after all.

"I'll grab the food." Jey announced, standing up and heading towards the door to get room service. If he spent another second in the room with Sami and you, he was afraid things might escalate in a way he didn't want them to. And he hated himself for that.

As Jey left, Sami turned to you with a frown. "Why does he act like that? I mean, it's like he's on edge all the time."

You shrugged, nervously watching the door as Jey left. "Jey's always been a bit intense. Takes time to warm up to people, I guess." Sami noticed your leg bouncing restlessly, a sign of unease. Without thinking, he placed his hand on your leg, attempting to offer some comfort. You looked at his hand on your leg, the heat and intensity in your gaze catching Sami off guard.

"I think I'm gonna help Jey get some food." You tried to run away for the second time, but this time Sami was quick to catch your arm gently.

"Wait, Y/N! Can you please stop running away from me when I feel like we make progress?" You paused, looking at Sami with a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Sami could see the internal struggle in your eyes.

"I'm not running away," you insisted, your tone defensive. "I just don't like you."

Sami scoffed, releasing your arm but maintaining eye contact. "Oh really? Then why the nervous glances and the pouting earlier? And don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me just now."

"Don't flatter yourself Sami. How was I even looking at you just now?" you retorted, crossing your arms and trying to regain composure.

Sami leaned in, a serious expression on his face."Like you wanted me to do something you wouldn't admit out loud."

Your cheeks flushed, and took a step back, a mix of defiance and uncertainty in your eyes. "I hate you, and that's never going to change."

Sami couldn't help but smirk, seeing through your attempt at defiance. "That's not what Roman said." Sami moved closer, the tension between you two palpable. "And I'm starting to believe him."

You pulled away abruptly, the intensity of the moment catching you off guard. "Whatever Roman said doesn't matter. I don't care what he thinks," you muttered, avoiding Sami's gaze.

Sami chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "God, you and Jey are so fucking stubborn."

You bristled at his comment. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Sami grinned, his playful demeanor returning. "It means you both run away whenever you feel like you are not in control."

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms defiantly. "I do not run away!"

"You were just about to when I stopped you," Sami pointed out, his tone teasing.

"No, I was gonna help Jey with the food," you retorted, sticking to your defense.

Sami raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, sure. Because running to Jey is definitely not a way to avoid dealing with this." He paused, studying your reaction.

"Shut your mouth!" You grabbed Sami by the collar and stared at him, a mixture of frustration and something else in your eyes. Sami couldn't help but notice the sudden change in the atmosphere, the fiery intensity replacing the previous tension.

Sami, now closer to you, felt the heat radiating between you two. The air was charged with a different kind of energy, a magnetic pull that neither of you could deny. He could sense the internal struggle within you, the conflict between the proclaimed hatred and the underlying tension. "Shut your mouth."

Sami licked his lips, his gaze locked with yours. "Stop running away from this."

You breathed heavily, your grip on Sami's collar tightening. "Stop saying that!" You tightened your grip on his collar, your eyes narrowing in frustration. Sami, sensing the intensity of the moment, couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline.

In that charged silence, Sami decided to take a risk and push you a bit more. "Why? That's what you do. You run away from things that make you uncomfortable."

"Shut. Your Mouth." You paused, your lips dangerously close to Sami's. The room felt like it was closing in, the air thick with a tension that neither of you could escape.

"It's in your blood. Running from things that you hate."

"Stop..." you whispered, your tone low and filled with a mix of anger and something Sami couldn't quite place.

Sami could feel a breakthrough coming, and knew he couldn't stop pushing until he got some answers. "Why? You hate me, so why should what I say matter to you?"

"Because I'm fucking attracted to you, okay-" You stopped breathing when you realized what you admitted. Sami's eyes widened, registering the shock and vulnerability in your confession. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as the weight of your words hung in the air.

You let go of Sami's collar, taking a step back, your face flushed with embarrassment. Sami, still processing your confession, couldn't believe what he just heard.

"You… what?" Sami stammered, a mix of surprise and realization crossing his face.

"I said it. Are you happy now?" You snapped, your previous defiance replaced with a sense of vulnerability.

Sami, still in shock, managed to mumble, "I… I didn't expect that."

"Well, now you know. So, can we drop it and go back to pretending we hate each other?" You tried to regain control of the situation, avoiding eye contact with Sami.

Sami, however, couldn't ignore the bombshell you just dropped. "No, wait. Y/N, are you serious?"

You sighed, frustration evident in your expression. "Yes, Sami. I hate that I'm attracted to you, but there, I said it. Happy now?"

Yes, Sami was actually happy. Very happy. And he wasn't gonna let you run away from him this time. He saw the signs of you about to succumb to the tension, and he wasn't about to let it slip away.

Sami took a step closer to you, his eyes now filled with a newfound confidence. "Then do something about it."

You looked at Sami with a mixture of surprise and defiance. Your confidence was shaky at Sami's bluntness. Now it was you who was stuttering. "I-I'm sorry… What?"

Sami smirked at your stunned expression. "You heard me. If you're attracted to me, stop running away and do something about it."

He was giving you control of the situation, challenging you to act on your admission. The room seemed to pulsate with the unresolved tension between you and Sami. You hesitated, your mind racing, but something in Sami's gaze urged you to confront the feelings you had been suppressing.

As you gathered your thoughts, Sami took another step closer, closing the distance between you two. His eyes bore into yours with a mixture of intensity and anticipation. "I won't let you run away this time, Y/N."

You took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to face what was happening. "I can't believe I'm doing this," you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to Sami.

Sami chuckled, a hint of triumph in his expression. "Hey, you said it yourself. You're attracted to me. No shame in admitting it."

Rolling your eyes, you decided to seize the moment. You closed the gap between you and Sami, surprising him as you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was a mixture of pent-up tension, frustration, and an unexpected surge of desire.

Sami, taken aback by your bold move, quickly reciprocated. The room seemed to fade away as you both surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. The initial fiery intensity softened into something more passionate, and for a moment, the history of animosity vanished.

You groaned in pleasure as your fantasies came true as Sami reciprocated the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

The tension that had built up between you two finally found its release in that electrifying moment. The kiss became an exploration of shared desire, and it seemed like all the animosity that existed between you and Sami was being used in a much more pleasurable way.

"What the hell going on?" Jey's voice made Sami break the kiss in a panic, not knowing how he was going to react. You, on the other hand, gave Jey a knowing look and pulled Sami into a heated embrace. Sami, still catching his breath, looked at Jey with a mix of surprise and defiance.

Jey stood there, his eyes narrowing as he processed the unexpected scene before him. "What the hell, Y/N?" he exclaimed, clearly caught off guard. His lower half heated up at the sight of the two of you entwined in a passionate kiss. Sami, still holding you close, tried to gauge Jey's reaction, unsure of what would come next.

You broke the kiss, your gaze shifting between Sami and Jey. "Well, Roman did say to get along, right?" you quipped, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Jey was trying not to blow his load right then and there. So he switched back to anger, crossing his arms and scowling. "Y/N…"

But you could see right through him. "Jey, it's fine. It's okay. Sami understands." You gave Sami a reassuring smile, silently communicating that you were in control of the situation. "Come sit on the bed with us."

Jey's scowl deepened, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Y/N, I aint think I should-"

"Sit on the bed, Jey." Your voice turned commanding, leaving no room for argument. Jey, despite his initial resistance, found himself complying and reluctantly took a seat on the bed, eyeing the two of you with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

Sami thought Jey's scowl meant he was about to witness a whole new level of animosity, but to his surprise, Jey's expression shifted from anger to something more complex.

Sami, still holding onto you, exchanged a glance with Jey. The tension in the room was undeniable, but it wasn't the hostile kind they were used to. Instead, it was a charged atmosphere filled with unspoken desires and unexpected connections.

You sat between Sami and Jey, looking at both of them with a mixture of determination and curiosity. Sami, feeling a bit nervous about what might unfold next, glanced at Jey, who was still processing the situation.

"Okay, let's talk about this," you said, breaking the charged silence. "Jey, he knows."

Jey glared at your words. "Knows what?"

You rolled your eyes, frustration evident in your tone. "That I like him. And I think he should know that you like him too."

Jey scoffed, looking away. "What are you talking about? I don't like him."

You shot him a skeptical look. "Jey, no one is gonna judge you-"

"I don't like him!" Jey shot a defensive response, but the intensity in his eyes told a different story. "I hate him! His stupid eyes, weird hair, annoying voice…"

Sami couldn't help but smirk at Jey's vehement denial. "Wow, Uce, really selling it there."

Jey shot Sami a warning glare. "Shut up, Sami. I ain't into you."

You crossed your arms, unconvinced. "Jey, you don't have to pretend. It's okay to have feelings, you know?"

Jey grumbled, avoiding eye contact. "Feelings? I don't have feelings for him-" He was cut off by your lips on his, effectively silencing his protests. The room fell into a charged silence once again as you kissed Jey passionately, catching him off guard.

Sami watched the unexpected turn of events with a mix of amusement and surprise. Jey, after a moment of resistance, found himself responding to the kiss. The tension in the room took on a different, more intimate quality.

As you pulled away, Jey looked at you with a mix of confusion and realization. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You smirked, your eyes flickering between Sami and Jey. "I like you too Jey, and I know you like me too. And you also like Sami. So can you stop being stubborn for one fucking second and just admit it?"

Jey sat there, still processing the whirlwind of emotions and the unexpected turn of events. Sami couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and satisfaction at the unfolding drama.

"Y/N, this ain't right," Jey finally muttered, his voice filled with a mix of confusion and frustration.

You sighed, about to respond, but surprisingly Sami interrupted, his eyes reassuring and his voice filled with an unexpected understanding. "Jey, it's okay. We're all adults here. If you like me, that's nothing to be ashamed of. And if you don't, that's fine too. But pretending won't help any of us."

Jey glared at Sami, still processing the situation. "This is messed up. We're not supposed to… I don't know, do this."

You rolled your eyes, a hint of impatience in your tone. "Jey, we're all consenting adults. Roman gave us this suite to resolve the tension, and this seems like a pretty effective way to do it. Stop being ashamed of your feelings, we aren't going to let anyone judge us for it."

Jey scowled, clearly torn between his usual tough exterior and the complex emotions surfacing. He trusted you, and deep down he trusted Sami, but he didn't trust his own emotions to guide him through this uncharted territory.

It felt like hours as you and Sami waited for a response, and you honestly thought he would leave and try to distance himself from the situation.

However, to your surprise, Jey took a deep breath, grabbed Sami by the collar, and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Sami squeaked in surprise as Jey kissed him so hard he almost stumbled backward, Jey's previous denial melting away in that passionate moment.

Jey licked at Sami's lips, his hands gripping Sami's shirt tightly. The room seemed to crackle with the intensity of the unexpected embrace, and you watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction.

As the kiss deepened, Jey pulled away, his eyes locking with Sami's. There was a raw, unspoken understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words. Sami, still a bit stunned, looked at Jey with a newfound sense of realization.

"I hate you," Jey muttered, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Sami chuckled, his usual playful demeanor returning. "Kiss me again."

Jey obliged, and the fire crackling in him erupted as Sami responded with equal intensity. The room became a battleground of desires, each kiss fueled by the complex emotions that had been hidden for far too long. As their lips met, it was as if the animosity and tension between them had transformed into a fiery passion that couldn't be contained.

Jey groaned as your lips met the soft skin on his neck, letting you leave a trail of kisses. The atmosphere in the room had shifted dramatically, and the initial tension had evolved into something more intoxicating. Sami, caught in the whirlwind of desire, couldn't help but reciprocate with fervor.

It was clear that control was not something you and Jey gave up easily. He could tell by the way you tried to push Jey onto the bed while Sami continued to kiss him. Jey, however, wasn't one to be easily dominated. He broke the kiss, giving Sami a defiant look.

"Y/N, I think we need to establish some ground rules here," Jey said, his voice low and commanding.

You smirked, enjoying the playful power struggle. "Oh? And what rules are you thinking of, Jey?"

Jey glanced at Sami before turning his attention back to you. "I'm in charge here."

You nipped at Jey's earlobe, teasingly challenging his declaration. "That's cute."

Jey tried to glare at you, but there was no heat behind it. He paused, his eyes flickering between you and Sami. "Get on the bed, and take off your clothes."

You giggled, a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Make me." You kissed him hungrily, the two of you getting lost in each others lips, not noticing Sami grabbing the bag and taking something out of it.

Before any of you could respond, you were both flipped onto the bed by Sami, and in the flash of an eye, handcuffed you both to the bedposts. The sudden turn of events left both you and Jey wide-eyed and surprised.

"What the hell, Sami?" Jey exclaimed, trying to tug at the handcuffs.

Sami chuckled, a sly grin on his face. "You guys have been getting on my nerves for the past couple of months, and you really think either one of you could be in charge? Not a chance in hell."

You and Jey exchanged surprised glances, realizing that Sami had just turned the tables on both of you. Jey, still trying to process the sudden change, muttered, "This ain't what I signed up for."

Sami laughed, his confidence evident. "Well, now you're stuck with me." He glanced at both of you, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "And I think it's about time we all stop running away from what we really want."

Heat spread through your body as Sami set his hands on your hips, his gaze lingering on both you and Jey. His gaze made Jey's skin tingle, and he couldn't deny the unexpected excitement that coursed through him.

Sami leaned in, placing a teasing kiss on your lips, then moving to Jey. Jey, despite his initial protests, seemed intrigued by the sudden turn of events, and moaned into Sami's lips when his hand grazed his hard on, and you let out a similar moan when Sami's other hand gently traced a path on your inner thigh.

"You think you can handle both of us, Sami?" Jey challenged as he groaned out, a smirk playing on his lips.

Sami grinned, a newfound confidence in his demeanor. "Trust me, I'm more than up for the challenge."

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Sami never thought he would be in the same room as you and Jey without an argument, let alone getting along.

But right now, you guys were more than getting alone, your weight on his face intoxicating as you sat on it while Jey rode Sami's cock like his life depended on it.

The only sounds in the room were the moans Sami forced out of you both that you tried and failed to hide, and Sami's grunts as he tasted your sweetness and Jey milked his cock.

"You're so fucking annoying Sami, but goddamn you fuck so good-oh, god, right there, right there!"

Sami thrusted upwards to stop Jey's complaining and smirked as he made him choke on a moan, giving into Jey's commands and thrusting into that same spot over and over.

Sami let out a moan himself as you grinded on his face, tugging at his hair and letting out unintelligible moans as Sami's tongue worked wonders on your clit, sucking and licking in ways that had you shaking in pleasure. 

"Not so quiet now, huh?" Sami teased you as he slid his fingers into the mix and you let out your loudest moan of the night, not even able to speak coherently. You nodded your head and tugging at Sami's hair like it was the only thing keeping you sane.

"That's what I thought, baby." Sami's voice had a cocky hint to it, and it made you melt into him even more.

Jey clenched his walls against Sami's cock, biting his lip so hard to try and suppress his moans from escaping as he tried to reach his high. Sami's other hand snaked down to grip Jey's member roughly, and Jey gasped at the feeling, his hips bucking upwards into hand.

"Right there Sami! Fuckkkk, right there! Right there, right there!!"

Sami chuckled and began pumping furiously, his fingers so fast and so strong it was difficult to breathe. How did Sami know exactly where to touch and when to stroke to make Jey lose his mind? How did he know exactly how to make you both lose your minds together without breaking either one of you apart?

You couldn't even remember how long this whole scene had been going on for; your senses were overwhelmed and you'd barely noticed anything else. 

Sami increased his pace when he noticed you both nearing your highs, your voice finally coming back when Sami sucked on your swollen clit so hard and his fingers  pumped faster than ever before.

"Sami, fuck, keep doing that please, oh fuck, oh God, yes!" You yelled out, your voice hoarse and legs trembling uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You whined when Sami slowed down at your words, his arms going down to still Jey's movements. Your head fell back to the mattress, your breath ragged and heavy as Jey panted loudly, his head thrown back and sweat coating his body as he continued to try and ride Sami's dick.

"Sami..." Jey groaned in protest as Sami's hands stopped him from riding Sami's cock, his own breathing heavily as his release built slowly, but steadily.

"Admit that you don't hate me." Sami's deep voice vibrated inside you, sending chills through your entire body. He pulled his lips away from your pussy, his dark brown eyes staring straight into both your souls.

Jey tried to say something, but couldn't come up with anything, unable to formulate a reply to Sami's words. His throat tightened as he stared at Sami, unable to break free of his hypnotic stare. 

 You closed your eyes tightly, trying to grind yourself on Sami's face, trying to get back to the high, but Sami  was having none of it. He stopped your movement, his thumb caressing you lovingly in his hand, making you whimper and open your eyes.

He leaned in, his face inches away from yours as he whispered, "Say it."

"Fuck man..I don't hate you." Jey finally managed to get out as the desperation for release hit him, his heart pounding painfully against his rib cage as Sami 's intense stare bore into his eyes.

"Y/N?" At this point you thought Sami enjoyed toying with you both, as all you could think of was him eating you out and sucking on your clit like you both had been starving. A shiver went down your spine at the thought of Sami doing that with Jey.

"Yes Sami?" You answered breathlessly as your face heated.

"Tell me you don't hate me." Sami replied softly. It was almost impossible to hear him speak.

Your face flushed crimson, yet a smile crossed your lips. This game was becoming too much. You licked your lips nervously and looked at him, trying to ignore the way his intense gaze affected you, and you answered quietly. "No... I don't hate you."

Sami smiled wickedly at you, his gaze softening. He finally got you both to release your stubborn defenses and open up to him (in more than one way.) "Good." 

Then he continued his ministrations, and both you and Jey moaned in unison as you both quickly went back to chasing your highs once again. Sami felt his own orgasm approaching with every moan you let out and Jey's cock milking his own, but pushed it away to  concentrate on the two of you.

He kept on stroking and letting Jey thrust into him, making sure each and every moan you released came out of you both like a symphony, the sounds echoing against the wall like a thousand music notes that all blended and intertwined and created a beautiful harmony.

"Oh god," Jey breathed out, his eyes shut in ecstasy as Sami kept hitting his prostate relentlessly, sending waves of pleasure surging through him.

You couldn't help the cries of pleasure that escaped you as well, your whole body quivering as your orgasm approached. Both of you had reached the peak of your arousal and were struggling for another breath.

"I'm so fucking close Sami, don't you dare fucking stop." Jey's voice was hoarse with arousal as he begged Sami to keep going. "I won't, I promise." Sami assured him softly.

Sami smiled at how desperate Jey sounded and he sped up, wanting you both to be satisfied, but the moment his fingers brushed against your clit again, you shot upwards with such force he was certain you would crack your neck if him and Jey weren't holding onto your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer of pure bliss.

"Sami, right there, right there-Samiiii!!" You chanted as your walls convulsed around Sami's fingers and mouth, Sami's other hand going down to Jey and stroking his throbbing length as you were still moaning and panting, and Jey was fucking gone.

"Samiiiii!" Sami's name was the only thing Jey could muster up as his orgasm consumed him entirely, spilling its sweet, salty taste into Sami. Jey's sweet noises triggered your own orgasm, and you shuddered as Sami licked your sweet juices as you rode his face, licking slowly to ease you from your high. 

Sami grunted lowly as he orgasmed himself, spilling his seed into Jey, who was closing his eyes in overstimulation but waiting for Sami to finish. And as soon as he were finished you fell limp against Jey, your body completely spent from your climax. 

Sami smiled at the sight of the both of you passed out on each other, feeling pride and elation at finally winning a battle for control. 

"You both okay?" Sami asked sweetly, leaning down to kiss both your cheeks gently while brushing the hair out of your eyes.

Jey grumbled incoherently, his mouth forming a frown as he rolled over so he was facing his bedsheets. "Yeet."

Sami just laughed at him fondly and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and kissing your cheek lightly.

"What about you?" You groaned and turned to face him properly, pressing your nose into his chest. "Mmmm, mmm I'm tiredddd.... So very tired." Sami rubbed circles onto the small of your back soothingly, giggling at your adorableness and letting out a content sigh. 

"Rest up. I'm not finished with either of you tonight."

It took you several seconds to register his words and then you smirked devilishly, rolling up onto your elbows and staring at him teasingly. "You're bluffing."

Sami raised an eyebrow at you. You should know by know he never bluffs when it comes to you and Jey. He adjusted both your handcuffs so you could move more with them, and Jey also rolled onto his side so he now faced you as well, his hand reaching out to brush your curls aside.

"Man, you just wore us out. Wait a damn minute." Jey grumbled into your neck before kissing you deeply, his tongue swirling inside of your mouth eagerly.

"Didn't you just say to wait a minute?" Sami teased , his finger tracing patterns on Jey's stomach. Jey sucked in a breath as Sami pressed a little harder into him, before you gently pushed Sami off of Jey and straddled him, making Jey groan as his dick  jerked beneath you.

"Not now, I need time, I'm still kinda sore." Jey muttered after pulling away from you slightly.

"Hmmm... we can give you some time." Sami responded suggestively, his hand cupping your ass and pulling you downwards so you could lay down with him.

Jey instantly hardened again when he heard your mounds of pleasure and looked up to see Sami licking a stripe up your ass,  his other hand moving down your thigh until he reached your wet pussy, his hot, rough fingers gliding across your folds as he slid one of his fingers into you with ease. 

Jey tugged on Sami's leg to get his attention, since he was still handcuffed and had limited mobility. Sami chuckled at Jey's pouty look, and looked down to meet Jey's eyes, and understood what Jey wanted.

You whined at the loss of Sami's hand and mouth on you, but that whine turned into a moan as Sami lifted you and placed you on Jey's cock,  his thick shaft filling you completely while Sami filled you up from behind, his own moans of pleasure making you feel even hotter. 

"I told you, tonight I'm in control." Sami growled out his promise into your ear huskily as he started rocking his hips against yours, making your moans turn into loud gasps, in turn making Jey groan against your neck.

Let's just say, for the rest of the night he defiantly made sure to keep that promise.

[daddyhausen]

commission for @uceyhoochie

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{ masterlists } | { wwe masterlist } | { jey uso masterlist } | { commissions info }

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{ summary } — half-drunk and fill with insatiable lust, jey’s ultimate need was to taste you once more

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, drunk sex, oral sex { female receiving }, daddy kink, size kink, dumbification, praise kink, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, squirting

{ word count } — 1.8k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jey uso

{ genre } — smut

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his lips still held that malt taste, whiskey evident on his breath. he was not as inebriated as the amount of alcohol had led you to believe. he was no lightweight, that was for sure. still the taste, it was warm, slightly sweet with a hint of butterscotch behind it, mingled with the concoction of gin and vodka on your tongue. his hand feverish, tugging at the jacket barely present on your body, thrown into a heap of material at the foot of the bed without a care, and all without breaking the intoxicating kiss

his words mumbled incoherently against your lips, a mix of groans and subtle praise, compliments and such. he was a man of few words be that as it may, but he definitely knows how to put them to good use when he needs to. his body hovered over yours, he seemed so large in comparison, despite only a couple of feet in height difference give or take.

his hands slipped from your waist down to your hips momentarily, your skin practically melted into the warmth of his palm, succumbing to it almost, he travelled down further, hand now resting idly on your ass, squeezing the flesh subtly as he deepened the kiss.

“you looked so fucking good tonight, babygirl” his voice, a growl almost present through the rasp. “no wonder they could not keep their eyes off you”

he referenced a birthday party your neighbour had thrown for his wife that night, the blare of the music still being heard three houses down, still echoing into the early morning hours. he’d mentioned the black silk dress you’d been wearing. it was short, stopping high on your thigh, just below your ass, thin straps with a low, straight neckline, barely supporting your bust, much to jey’s amusement. he was always very liberal in your relationship, he allowed you to wear what you wanted, as you should. he had endless trust and faith in your relationship, he knew you’d wear the dress for his eyes, others that would stare only caught a glimpse of what he gets to witness daily.

you thanked him silently with a soft, angelic bat of your eyelashes, prying away from the kiss, mind still dizzy with a mixture of intoxication and arousal.

“i thought i caught her husband staring at me” you joked, in remembrance of your neighbour, the birthday girl’s husband making eyes at you at various times throughout the night, specifically at the way your breasts seemed to perfectly fill the bust of your dress. noticing a cocky smirk from across jey’s lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your height.

“don’t worry,” you remarked. “this is all for your eyes only”

you pulled back for a moment. letting the straps of your dress fall daintily off your shoulders, with a soft thud to the carpeted floor below. you’d gone completely bare underneath, not even so much as a pair of panties beneath the skin tight silk. a gulp rose in jey’s throat, quickly swallowing it down, parting his lips with his tongue followed by a shaky exhale.

“aren’t you a naughty little thing” he remarked with a cock of his eyebrow, tilting his head to the side slightly. his eyes scanned your figure, as if gazing upon the statue of a roman goddess for the first time, simply admiring the beauty and poise in your figure.

“on the bed, now. i need to taste you” the gaze in his eyes grew darker. the void black’s of his pupils had soon replaced the deep warm browns of his irises. of course you obliged, who were you to deny him the sweetness between your thighs? after all, you’d been craving the feeling of his tongue.

you laid back, allowing yourself to get comfortable on the mattress. eyeing him down for a moment, to simply gauge his reaction. he remained stoic, eyes still heavily fixated on your figure, gaze shifting up to meet yours every now and then in sporadic intervals, bulge evident in his jeans, you could tell he was impatient.

“of course, daddy” you remarked with a sultry tone, spreading your legs to gain him full access to your dripping cunt. he licked his lips, still remaining silent as he fell to his knees, positioning himself between your thighs, sweetness shimmering against your skin indicating your arousal.

he gave no further remark, simply diving in, devouring you as if you were his last meal. he was hungry, unhinged, clinging to your hips almost afraid you’d disappear if he let go. his tongue swirled heavenly circled into your clit, the bundle of nerves shuddering each time his tongue passed over it, holding it against the flat of the appendage as his lips wrapped around, sucking, biting, toying.

the feeling was euphoric, your body felt weightless, shuddering and jolting with every movement he gave. a hand fell into his hair, tugging the roots of the mess of dark curls, pushing his tongue harder against your cunt.

“you taste so fucking good for me baby” his words, muffled into your void, teeth baring and lightly biting down on your folds, tugging as he pulled away for a moment to observe your dripping, swollen pussy. you were breathless, barely even five minutes in, his tongue just had that effect on you, so powerful even when he’s not exerting its full potential.

“look at you, i’ve barely tasted you and you're already so mindless” he smirked, leaning down to plant a soft, short kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste the faintest sample of yourself.

“you ain’t got a thought in that pretty little head of yours. have you babygirl”

he knew you didn’t, it was evident by the blank, fucked-out expression you had. absentmindedly you reached outward for his cock, only for him to halt your movements, grabbing your wrist, both of them just to be sure, and restraining them at your sides.

“not so fast baby, daddy’s still gotta make you cum”

he repositioned himself between your thighs, licking a long, slow stripe up your cunt, twirling the tip of his tongue around your overstimulated clit.

“cum for daddy and then you’ll get my cock, do we have a deal?”

you nodded, it was the only thing you could do at the moment since all rational thought and words had evaded you. a sly smirk crossed his lips once more, leaning down, lips now parallel with your void, the phantoms of his whiskey clad breath lingered against your skin.

“good girl” he whispered before repeating the action he'd previously done. tongue still circled your clit, licking, sucking, biting. the whole nine yards.

“oh fuck…” you whimpered, having found your voice once more. your body more reactive to the movements of his tongue, hips snapping upwards in uneven intervals, eventually meeting the same rhythm as him. feeling arousal bubbling in your stomach, so close it almost felt impending, like the floodgates were going to implode at any second.

“you’re so close babygirl, i can feel it” he moaned into you, the rumble of his voice reverberating against your folds. “that’s it, you’re such a good girl. cum for me, you’re doing such a good job, baby”

with the added aid of his praise, you could not help but release. his tongue pressed into your void, gathering your wetness on the appendage, drinking you in, savouring your taste. you felt him moan into, such a sensation left you practically vibrating, shuddering away into yourself momentarily as he breath lightly fanned against your clit

he pulled himself up from between your thighs, a slight shake in his breath, his beard glossy, sweetness dripping from his lips as he licked them clean. your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, trying to regain yourself momentarily, he kept a hand on your thigh, in an effort to stabilise one of the shaking limbs, still overcome with arousal, his other hand reaching for the button and zipper of his jeans. jey, far too impatient to relieve himself of his clothing, merely opted to shove his jeans down until they rested mid-thigh, freeing his cock from beneath his boxers, holding it idly in his palm for you to marvel at.

you gulped thickly, admiring his length. he towered over you, a hand on your hip, the other teasing your slick folds with the tip of his cock, your mind still not getting over the stark difference in size between your bodies, his cock alone looks like it could split you in half.

“you want my cock that bad huh? such an impatient little thing, aren’t you?” he teased upon noticing the way you practically drooled over him, how your hand instinctively reached out to his size to help guide him into you. he tsked in a mocking way, merely pressing his tip firmly against your overstimulated clit.

“daddy please!” you whined, angling your hips slightly, rocking them back and forth, grinding against his tip.

he chuckled at the sight, allowing you to continue your movements for the time being.

“since you were such a good girl for me, i guess i’ll let you have my cock”

without another word you felt him stretch you out, filling your void to the brim. you threw your head back, an exhilarated moan ripped through your throat as he bottomed out inside you, both hands positioned beside your head as he rested atop his forearms, your legs propped around his hips, making the movements of his hips short and rapid.

“shit, baby. i’ve already fucked you dumb” he muttered into your neck, peppering harsh kisses to the soft skin. your eyes rolled back, tongue parting through swollen lips, hanging out of your mouth, moans spilling from your throat. breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“such a dumb little girl, so needy for my cum aren’t you?”

you nodded mindlessly to his question, almost as if the response was automatic, like it had been programmed into you

“well you’re gonna get all of it. only the best for my baby”

his hips did not stop, fucking you with such relentless force you felt that you’d likely pass out. you could not hold out much longer, from the force of his movements to your own impending orgasm was far too much to handle

“fuck fuck daddy please! give me all your cum! please!-“

“that’s it babygirl. make a mess around daddy’s cock”

his grunts were feverishly muttered into your neck, your warmth spilling around his shaft, feeling the pulse of your cunt as you released around him.

he came inside you without warning, the heat radiating from his loins was enough to make you succumb to the pleasure, his seed dripping from between your thighs in warm strands of white, the feeling unmatched.

“damn baby, you always looked so fucking good full of my cum”

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[damiansgoodgirll]

 hi, can you please make a story where reader is young like 19 or 20 and everyone loves her and she’s a pretty close friend with basically everyone in the wwe and one day she has a match with like Nia or someone else and she gets injured so bad that everyone around her is worried sick.? maybe she has a closer feeling with the judgement day or Jey but like if you can mention more wrestlers it would be amazing. Thank you so much. I love your writing 

i love this type of requests cause it makes me travel back in time when i was 13 and i used to play wrestling with my best friend (don’t do this at home) and i remember everyone loving me…anyway

sorry for making nia the bad one!

the judgment day x reader (platonic) / jey uso x reader (platonic)

home is where you belong

you never thought you would find it but you did. the place where you felt safe and loved, the place that you called home.

you’ve been wrestling since you were fifteen and once you got eighteen wwe signed you in. two years later now you were living your dream;

travelling from city to city, having sleepovers with your wrestling friends, gossiping about what people you shipped together, talking nonsense with seth rollins and having becky teasing him, watching and learning new techniques from jey uso, training with the judgment day.

everything was a dream for you.

the fans loved you. even if they weren’t fans about your character, they still liked your persona and your positive energy. you had no enemies, you pretended of course, but you had no enemies at all.

many elders took you under their protective wing and you couldn’t be more grateful.

you we are currently training with rhea as you had a big match against nia and you wanted to be ready. you both already knew that the judgement they were gonna help you win this match because, according to the script they had to ruin this moment for you and for nia, but you didn’t care because you knew how fun it was going to be.

so you were ready to kick her ass.

nia, otherwise, wasn’t as happy as you thought. the idea of losing against some teenager like you made her blood boil. she was more experienced than you so why would you had to win? plus, by getting helped by the judgment day?

she didn’t like the idea but she didn’t tell you.

she had something else in mind.

so you were getting ready, your make up flawless, your hair perfectly posing over your shoulders and a smile that could make happy anyone who met you.

you were so ready.

you heard the “boos” when nia entered the ring and you heard everyone cheering for you when you entered. that’s how it was supposed to be so why did she have an envious look in her eyes?

you pretended it was nothing and you started the match as it was supposed to go.

ten minutes later, the judgment day music echoing through the arena, just like the script said.

rhea distracting nia.

following exactly what the script said.

so what did go wrong?

nia attacked rhea. it wasn’t in the script but rhea knew how to handle situations like that.

you could tell by damian’s look that this wasn’t supposed to happen but you took it as an opportunity to distract nia and make your final move, move that made you win that match.

earlier on the schedule but still, you had your win.

“someone beat your ass…” rhea screamed into the microphone, unleashing mixed reactions through the crowd. everyone cheering for you because of your win, not everyone was happy with the way you won but still, you better than nia.

that set her off.

she didn’t like the idea of a teenager beating her but she hated even more the way the crowd laughed at her face, making her seem weak, not strong enough.

the judgment day were leaving the arena, just like the script told them to do after your victory, so what didn’t go as planned?

you were still in the ring, fans clapping for you, the referee still held your hand high and as you were about the leave, nia hit you behind your back.

this wasn’t prepared.

you fell to your knees and before you could do something she dragged you through your hair into the middle of the ring.

“nia?” you said almost too terrified.

the referee tried to get into the two of you but nia pushed her away, hurting her.

“who do you think you are?” she said hoovering you with her body.

“nia what?” you weren’t understanding. why was she doing that? she was your friend, she wasn’t supposed to hurt you.

“don’t act so dumb…” she whispered before attacking you.

for real this time.

nothing prepared.

she was really hurting you. your face first, then your stomach, she kept hurting you, punching you over and over until you couldn’t feel your body anymore.

your head and nose were bleeding.

referees weren’t able to stop her either.

rhea and damian were the first one to intervene when they saw that the referee couldn’t stop her.

rhea attacking her, the referees, trying to get between the two of them, so damian so that as an opportunity to shield you with his body. he could handle nia attacking him.

“damian?” you almost cried.

“hey…shh it’s okay, i got you” he said, slowly moving your hair out of your face and it was in that moment that he saw your bleeding face.

“dam…it hurts” you said clenching your stomach. he felt his heart breaking. the way you were clenching your chest, the way your hands trembled a little, your bleeding face and your eyes full of tears.

he was mad. furious.

“i know…ssshhh…we will take care of you i promise” he whispered.

the crowd was cheering, assuming everything was scripted, but there was an uncomfortable silence going behind the scenes.

everyone watching what was happening in horror.

becky had tears in her eyes and seth was trying to keep her and himself calm because he was mad. cody was speechless. jey ran out of his locker room just to be stopped by the security. dom and finn paralysed in their steps as they were watching everything happening right before their eyes.

that’s what it went wrong.

thankfully, rhea and referees were able to drag nia away from the ring. she knew she went too far but her pride was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

damian was still in the ring with you as medical staff came and assisted you.

you already fell unconscious when damian lifted you up in his arms and dragged you down onto the stretcher waiting for you backstage.

you were rushed to the hospital and honestly no one felt like continuing the show but they had to. jey was next but all he wanted to do was rush to the hospital and stay by your side.

you didn’t even realised that when you woke up you weren’t in some hotel room but you were in a hospital bed. your head still pounding when you remembered what happened.

the doctor told you that you had a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder,a broken wrist, a sprained ankle and a heavy concussion. not to count all the bruising and red spots forming all over your body.

then what you didn’t want to hear : no wrestling for at least four months.

your body needed to rest and heal first.

you were trying to hold in all the tears but eventually let them out when the doctor left your room. you were supposed to have your first main event at wrestlemania and now that dream was gone.

while still crying a soft knock echoed through the room.

damian first, then rhea with the rest of the judgment day.

“hey…” she whispered but her heart broke when she saw the tears in your eyes “why are you crying pretty girl?” she asked sitting on the chair next to your bed, followed by the boys who sat on the small couch right beside the window.

“bye bye wrestlemania…” you said with a broken voice.

everyone knew how much you’ve been waiting and wanting that moment.

“i’m so sorry y/n…” she said softly.

“its just it’s not fair…” you whispered “why did she do that? i thought she was my friend…i would have never done that to her rhea…never”

“i know love…because you know your value, you’re kind and sweet and loving and unfortunately you’ve met someone who thought about her ego and her ego only…” she said smiling sadly at you.

“what matters now is that you rest and take your time to heal” damian joined the conversation “you scared everyone back there…” he said making you smile a little.

“i didn’t mean to…”

“we know…or you could tell them that yourself” finn joked.

“what?” you whispered.

“everyone’s here…jey almost punched the doctor when they wouldn’t let him see you” dom laughed “becky is here with seth, cody and shayna are here too…girl you even scared gunther”

“i don’t believe it…” you laughed.

“we can make you believe that” jey said entering the room with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. everyone followed him too.

you were relieved in seeing so many people caring for you in a way not even your friends cared about. you felt loved and appreciated.

you’ve spent the next hour talking nonsense with them all and you almost forgot about the wrestling problem thing.

almost.

when everyone left for your check up with the doctor, the only one who stayed was jey.

he was the only one who noticed the shift in your mood and he knew what was like staying away from what you love do the most, so if you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was willing to do that, if you needed a friendly advice, he was willing to do that too.

“care to tell me what’s on your mind sweetheart?” he asked when the doctor left.

“i’m going to miss all of these…four months of not seeing you all days, no wrestling, no wrestlemania and probably no summerslam too…it’s just, i feel useless and empty not doing what i love jey” you confessed.

“you’re not useless at all, and it’s normal to feel nostalgic right now but it’ll pass and i promise you that you’ll be on your feet for when summerslam comes! i promise you” he said sitting next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder - the healthy one - “i wish i could have done something to stop her but i was the useless one…i hated seeing you in so much pain…she lost her mind and finally she lost her job too”

“what?” you whispered.

“yup! got fired…you know you could sue her right?” jey asked.

“i would never do that…”

“i know…you’re too kind for that…what she did was wrong and completely unacceptable but i’m glad you’re here…” he said softly kissing your head.

“ill be here for a long long time…this is my home after all” you smiled, making jey laugh too.

and it was in that moment that you truly realised how important those weird people were for you, and how important you were for them.

[delilahcalicocat]

He's Back!?-

{Rating: Fluff, Fluff, and more Fluff} {Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, Reader Being Sweet.} {Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader <3}

《Summary: Cody Was Injured after the Cell match and didn't tell Y/N he was returning (I did not color code the sentences this time)》

WC: Probably 500

You cringed as you saw Seth drive the Kendo Stick into Cody's Chest, The Bruise was forever burned into your mind.

That was a year ago. Ever since then you've been thriving as a Solo Female Wrestler. You'd beaten the likes of Morgan and Bliss.

It was time for you to take a break, That was until Adam Pearce, Caught your attention and said you had to fight that night on RAW

You Walked out to the Ring begrudgingly, and had to fight Nia Jax, in a mixed tag match. Your tag partner. Was Jey Uso. Ugh.

After your Match you stood in the ring, Chest Heaving as you fought to Breathe.

Suddenly that familiar Music hit, you heard it last year... as... Cody stood victorious

No.. it couldn't be!

It was him, the smoke hit and he came from the floor. Cody Motherfucking Rhodes had come back from his injury

He came to the ring, and walked into it

"Hello Beautiful, Long time no see!" He said

"Cody! Oh my god!" You gasped

You'd ran over to hug him, only for him to kiss you.

"Aww! Cody... you didn't have to do this, you could've stayed home to heal up longer!" You pleaded with him

"Sweetie, to be honest, after that kiss I feel like I could run a 900 mile racetrack" He chuckled

"Oh you're so funny sometimes." You smile

[acknowledge-reigns]

Sugar | Jey Uso x Black fem!Reader (first person pov) 18+!! SMUT!! MDNI

Description: Reader takes care of Jey after his match with Gunther.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Praise (good girl), pet names (baby, babe, babygirl), service submission, blowjob, swallowing, extremely mild angst.

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My eyes went wide the second I laid eyes on him. "Oh my gods, baby! your chest." I cried out looking at the red welps on my husband, he had to be in horrible pain. But I knew what he was feeling physically had nothing on the pain he must be feeling emotionally after having Jimmy, his own twin, cost him yet another title match.

Jey had come so close. The battle wounds on his chest showed just how much hell the ring general had put him through. I'd watched at home, in horror the entire thing and counted down the seconds until he made it home to me so I could hold him and tell him I'm proud of him.

I rushed to him, I couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and admiration.

"I'm here, Jey. I've got you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. "You were incredible out there, baby. You fought with all your might."

He leaned into my embrace, his breath heavy and labored. "Thanks, babygirl." He said.

As we stood there, the tension between us began to shift. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, and I knew that he needed more than just words of encouragement. He needed to know that I was there for him, that I would always be there for him, no matter what.

"Let me take care of you, Daddy." I murmured sensually, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you how much I love you."

He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and desire as we made our way to the bedroom, He needed to feel my love and support in a more tangible way.

I began to gently massage his shoulders, kneading the tight muscles and working out the tension. He moaned softly, his head lolling forward as he surrendered to the sensation.

"That feels so good, babe," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "Such a good girl for Daddy."

I smiled to myself, pleased to see him relaxing in my arms. I continued to massage his shoulders and back, moving down to his lower back and hips.

"Turn over for me, Please Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Even though I was the one taking care of him and running the show tonight I was still very submissive.

He did as I asked, his eyes meeting mine as he lay on his back.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, my tongue exploring his mouth in a slow and sensual dance.

As we kissed I gently traced the red welts and bruises that marred his chest and he winced.

"Shh, it's okay," I murmured, pressing soft kisses to his wounds. "I'm here for you, Daddy. I'm here to take care of you."

He moaned softly, as I continued to kiss and lick his chest. I moved down his body, my lips trailing a path of fire as I went. I could feel his heart pounding, and I knew that he was ready for more.

"Ready for the main event?" I teased.

I reached his pants, and I could see the bulge that strained against the fabric. I undid his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation.

As I pulled down his pants, his dick sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my plump glossy lips around the tip, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.

He moaned loudly, his hands reaching down to grip my hair. I sucked him deeper into my mouth, my throat relaxing as I took him all in.

I soon picked up my pace, my head bobbing up and down on his dick. I was determined to give him the best night of his life.

"Oh god, babe!" he cried out, his hips thrusting up as he came hard in my mouth.

I swallowed him down, my throat working as I took every drop. I pulled back, my lips glistening with his essence.

"I love you," I whispered, my eyes meeting his.

He smiled, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I love you too, babe. Thank you for taking care of me."

I smiled, my heart swelling with love for this amazing man.

"Anytime, baby. I'll always be here for you, no matter what." I said.

"Promise, babygirl?" Jey questioned.

"Yeet" I giggled in response.

[amrcnnightmre]

Hi I see you take requests. Would you write a CM Punk x wrestler!fm!reader? Maybe one where him and Drew McIntyre are in the height of their feud, and Drew gets the reader hurt during a match. Angst, love, you know lol

I’ve got you - C.M Punk

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CM Punk x wrestler!fm!reader!

( tw: angst, fluff, injury, slight worry & panic )

Word count: 1,9K !

requested.

A feud between Punk and McIntyre had gotten to an all time high, both at each others throats constantly and the person in the middle of it all — y/n. Drew found just about all the ways he could to get under CM Punks skin but dragging y/n into the mix brought a whole other level of anger out of Punk, she was his long time partner after all.

Punk and y/n have been together almost 11 years now, their relationship Is as strong as ever. There is nobody who has supported him more then she has, you see him and you know y/n is never far behind — she always had his back.

The action of Monday night was in full effect— bright lights, loud pumped up crowd members and eager superstars ready to take to the ring for each of their scheduled matches. Y/n stood backstage with a furrowed expression as her gaze remained fixated on one of the many screens showcasing the action currently taking place beyond the curtain. Drew was getting the upper hand on his opponent Jey Uso while Punk sat ringside at the commentary desk, saying just about anything to distract the Scots man — a smug expression laced effortlessly on his face as he spoke to the two men next to him.

Y/n had been warming up for her own match that would take place later that night when her attention was caught by the screen closest to her, she wasn’t suppose to get involved in this match but watching drew get in Punks face and yell all sorts of insults the way he did just set her off. It took her no time at all to reach the gorilla, quickly asking one of the backstage tech crew to hit her music before she slipped out of the curtain towards the ring.

A sly smile graced y/n’s lips as she innocently skipped her way down the isle, her hands interlocked behind her back. Punk’s expression twitching slightly in confusion but he quickly hid it with a smile. “ladies and gentleman that is Cm Punks longtime partner y/n heading towards the ring, what is she doing out here during this match” Michael Cole exclaimed as he looked toward punk who responded almost immediately — “your guess is as good as mine Cole, you can’t tame a woman like her” he chuckled lightly to hide any concern in his tone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think y/n could handle herself but Drew was on a ruthless streak of aggression lately that Punk just didn’t trust. Y/n’s smile didn’t fade once as she locked eyes with Drew, Anger flashing across his face as he almost became distracted for a moment. She waved at him mischievously from ringside, the match continued until Drew began to get the upper hand, y/n was not going to let that happen on her watch — not after everything he had put her family through. Y/n climbed up on the ring apron with ease, immediately getting the referees attention in order to cause a distraction and as if on cue Punk slipped away from his spot on commentary and into the ring, a steel chair in hand.

Jey Uso was sprawled out on the mat from prior attack curtesy of Drew, Punk smirking at the Scots man across from him as he rose the chair above his head preparing to slam it down on Drews back that was turned away from him. The next few moments were a blur, happening quicker than anyone could even process, Drew turned and grabbed the chair in the process — nailing Punk in the face with a hard blow from his right hand, it caused such an impact that the man tumbled to the mat and it would now be the Scottish warrior holding the chair above his head.

Drew reeled the chair back as if preparing to strike Cm Punk with the cold steel, turning to his left instead and shocking everyone in attendance — he hit Y/n. The chair nailed Y/n right in the head before she had time to process it, the impact so loud you could’ve sworn it cracked her skull. The refs eyes were wide as Y/n tumbled off the apron and hit the floor with a rough thud. “should’ve kept your girlfriend at home where she belongs!” Drew growled at Punk with a sly grin, The rage that surged through Cm punks veins was unlike any other the moment he realised what had just transpired and within seconds he snapped.

An all out brawl ensued between the two men until Adam Pierce the Raw general manager came storming out to the ring, he signalled for back up and before long the ring was filled with superstars and backstage talent prying the two away from one another. The chaos all happening as medics checked on Y/n who was out cold, they worked quickly to get her on a stretcher and brought to the trainers room.

A few minutes later things began to calm down and that was when Punk realised Y/n was nowhere in sight, a panic washing over him immediately — where was she? Was she okay? Why didn’t he check on her first ? The second these thoughts flooded his mind he was out of the ring and sprinting to the back, pushing his way through the curtain yelling at everyone around him as he asked for y/n’s whereabouts. “Where is she?! Where is Y/N?!” He barked at Paul Levesque aka Triple H, “Phil she’s in the trainers office, they’re checking her out to see if she needs to be transported to the local medical facility” he replied in a soft tone, that was all Punk needed to hear before giving the man a nod and heading straight to the office.

The expression on Punks face immediately softening as he opened the door and saw Y/n sitting up slowly with a groan, their eyes immediately meeting as he walked to her side. “Fuck.. I’m so sorry.. I should’ve looked after you and went straight over-” his ramble was cut off by Y/n placing a gentle kiss to his lips as she held his face in her hands. “Hey, hey I’m okay I promise.. just a little sore” she smiled sweetly at him, Punks eyes rapidly scanned over her body checking for any obvious injuries — the bruising already forming only made him seethe with anger. “I’m gonna kill him I swear” he grumbled under his breathe as his eyes met hers again, “mm later” she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck loosely.

“Im going to go get ready for my match” y/n whispered knowing he would be disapproving given her current state, “to hell you are darlin” he shook his head, “hmm too late?” She giggled before getting up off the table and running out the door down the hall. “Hey don’t you dare!” He laughed chasing her, y/n’s loud giggles echoing through the halls as he chased her.

After a few moments she arrived at her locker room and quickly ran in while closing the door behind her, “y/n” Punk laughed, “y/n i know you’re in there, let me in” he spoke softly. “mm only if you don’t get mad that i’m still planning to do my match later tonight” she smiled as if he could see it through the door, “y/n y/m/n y/l/n.. you’ll be the death of me” he sighed with a gentle laugh after speaking her full name. “Okay fine, but you have to get medically cleared by the trainer first.. deal?” he spoke while standing back waiting for the door to open.

After a few seconds the door opened and revealed Y/n with a little grin on her face, “how can I say no to that?” she whispered before pulling him into the room by his shirt and locking the door behind her. “exactly” he replied before picking her up effortlessly and carrying her to the small couch that took up a space in the room. If there was one thing people probably didn’t know about Phil, it’s that behind closed doors he was a big softy, especially to y/n.

“I hope you know I really am sorry, I had no idea that was going to happen” he mumbled as one hand rested on her hip and the other slowly moved to her lower back. “hey it’s okay, it’s part of the job” she smiled softly, her hands roaming his body ever so gently. “I know but you shouldn’t of gotten hit like that, it could of caused serious damage and I just.. I don’t know what i would’ve done-” his voice almost shaking as he thought about what could of happened if things had gone worse. Y/n carefully moved her hands to his face, carefully resting on both his cheeks, “phil.. love.. i’m okay, i’m right here and that’s all that matters” she hummed looking at him solemnly - her heart speeding up just looking at him.

“alright.. I trust you, but i will get drew back for what he did, that’s a promise”. A smile grew on y/ns face hearing his words, she could not get over how much Phil loved her, that he’d do just about anything for her even though he knew damn well she could stand up for herself. “I appreciate that babe, you’re the best” she laughed lightly, “i have no doubt in my mind you’ll get him back and I simply cannot wait to see it”.

The tension in the room slowly rising as y/n moved her hands to Punks Hair, running her fingers through it softly before tightening her grip on it slightly to tug on it. This action earning a slight groan from the heavily tattooed superstar, “However, your pay back can wait.. I think I know what will make us both feel better, hm?” she whispered as she placed gentle kisses to his neck and up towards his jaw.

Soft groans continued to leave Punks lips as his eyes remained locked on hers, “oh yeah you want to show me exactly what that is?” he smirked running his hands up her body stopping right under her breasts. “I think that could be arranged” she shifted so she was properly straddling him, “You only get a preview though, and then the full thing comes after i win my match tonight” she grinned running her thumb across his jaw, both their eyes locked on one another full of lust.

“mm I can agree to that, IF you get cleared.. but either way i’m taking good care of you love” he hummed running his hands under her shirt while keeping his gaze fixed on her, “oh yeah? that’s if I don’t care for you first” she challenged with with a bright smile. A few seconds passed and Punk picked the smaller woman up and smoothly flipped her over so he was now hovering over her gently, a loud squeal followed by sweet laughter erupting from her lips at the sudden action. I think we can all guess that probably wasnt the only noise coming from the room that night.

“I’ve got you” he whispered lovingly, “in and outside of the ring.. i’ve got you, nobody gets away with hurting you like that” their foreheads pressed gently against one another.