#jeymian fanfiction

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

6WITCH: Jey x Rhea x Damian

Chapter 3: The Agreement

The moment Jey, Rhea, and Damian stepped into the secluded cabin in Aspen, a blast of icy mountain air swept through the doorway, making Jey shiver involuntarily. The snow outside was pristine, untouched, and the distant peaks were already bathed in the deep blues and purples of an approaching evening. The smell of pine and fresh air filled his lungs, but all he could focus on was the fact that he was cold as hell.

Pulling his hoodie tighter around himself, he grumbled as he stomped inside, making a direct beeline to the thermostat on the wall. Without hesitation, he cranked it up a few notches, rubbing his hands together as he felt the warm air begin to circulate.

Behind him, Damian chuckled, shaking his head as he set down their bags.

“That’s why you always pack more than just a hoodie, man. You knew we were going to Denver, and you didn’t think to pack something warmer?”

Rhea smirked, unzipping her jacket and tossing it over one of the armchairs.

“Exactly,” she added, nudging Jey’s shoulder playfully. “You should’ve been ready for anything, babe.”

Jey rolled his eyes, pouting slightly as he turned to face them.

“What I didn’t know,” he huffed, “was that I was suddenly starting a throuple with you two, and that instead of handling this like normal people, y���all decided to whisk me away to a damn cabin in Aspen.”

Damian leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, grinning.

“And you complaining?”

Jey sighed dramatically, rubbing his arms again.

“I’m just cold,” he muttered.

Rhea, amused, stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist, her body pressing against him like a warm blanket.

“Poor baby,” she teased, resting her chin on his shoulder. “We’ll warm you up.”

Damian smirked, kicking off his boots.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me get a fire going, princess.”

Jey shot him a glare, but Rhea just laughed, tightening her hold on him.

“You adore us,” she murmured into his ear, her voice low and playful.

Jey huffed again, but the corners of his lips twitched like he was fighting a small smile. She broke the embrace and patted his face softly before walking to the kitchen.

Jey, however began rubbing his arms in an attempt to shake the lingering chill. “Where’s my room?” he asked.

“Down the hall,” Rhea called after him, a smirk playing on her lips.

Jey walked down the short corridor, stopping in front of two closed doors. He opened the first one, only to find a bathroom.

Okay… cool.

Moving to the second door, he swung it open, expecting to see a cozy guest room—maybe a queen bed, some rustic decor, a nightstand. Instead, he was greeted with a California king bed, perfectly centered in the only bedroom.

Jey blinked.

He stepped inside, looking around. No second bed. No pull-out couch. Nothing.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before turning on his heel and marching back to the living room.

“Damian!” Jey shouted, his voice carrying through the cabin.

Damian, who had just finished stacking some firewood, turned around with an innocent expression. “Yes?”

Jey folded his arms, glaring. “Where’s my room?”

Damian smirked, exchanging a knowing glance with Rhea, who was biting back a grin.

“That was your room.”

Jey’s jaw clenched. “There’s only one bed.”

Damian’s smirk widened. “Yup.” His thoughts becoming filled with ideas… naughty ideas.

Jey threw his hands up. “And?”

Rhea finally stepped in, tilting her head as she studied him with amusement. “And… we all share.”

Jey narrowed his eyes. “Oh, hell no.”

Damian shrugged, walking past him towards the kitchen and patting his shoulder. “It’s a California King bed. There’s plenty of space.”

“That’s not the point, man,” Jey groaned. “Y’all didn’t think to tell me this?”

Rhea laughed softly, stepping up to him. “Would you have come if we did?”

Jey opened his mouth to argue but stopped, realizing she had a point. He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Y’all are insane.”

Damian chuckled, grabbing a beer from the fridge. “You’ll survive, princess.”

Jey shot him a glare. “Call me that again, and you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Rhea rolled her eyes and made her way to the couch, she adjusted so her legs could stretch out, becoming comfortably nestled against Damian, who had an arm casually draped across the back of the couch. The warmth of the cabin surrounded them, but there was an electricity in the air, filled with anticipation. “I need a drink..” Jey said as he made his way to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of some red wine.

“Pour me a glass, Jey. Would you please?” Rhea asked sweetly, the request laced with an edge of amusement.

Jey mumbled under his breath, his voice barely audible. “I need the whole bottle.” He didn’t know if he was being serious, or if it was just the tension between them that made him say it.

Rhea, catching his tone, laughed softly and leaned in to whisper to Damian, who was sitting beside her, his eyes glinting with mischievous amusement. “Is that how you’re gonna win Princess over? Alcohol poisoning?”

Damian chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who told me to pay the host extra to stock up the fridge.”

Jey returned to them with two glasses of wine in hand, handing one to Rhea with a small, resigned sigh. “Here,” he said, more out of obligation than enthusiasm.

Damian, never one to miss a beat, scooted over on the couch so Jey could sit between him and Rhea. The three of them now shared the same space, the air between them filled with unspoken things.

Jey, feeling the tension rise, broke the silence. “So, are we gonna talk about this?” he asked, his voice more serious than before. “What we are?”

Rhea smiled and raised the glass to her lips, swirling it as if savoring the moment. “Drink up first,” she said, her voice soft and playful, teasing him into silence.

Jey looked at her, not sure if he was about to get caught up in a game or if they were about to have the conversation he’d been avoiding. He took a sip of his wine, his mind spinning with thoughts of what this could all mean.

“Now finish the glass,” Damian’s voice was playful but firm, teasing yet demanding.

Rhea shot him a look, her expression shifting to a mock scolding. “Damian!”

Jey met her eyes, his jaw tightening slightly. He was already feeling the weight of the situation pressing in on him, and now Damian’s push to finish the glass felt like a challenge. He set his jaw and stared at both of them.

“Rhea, I’m a grown man,” Jey said with a faint edge to his voice. “I can handle one glass of wine.”

Before either of them could respond, Jey chugged the glass in one go, his throat burning slightly from the quickness of it. He set the empty glass down, not looking at either of them, but feeling their eyes on him.

Rhea’s eyes widened in genuine surprise, her lips parting as she looked at him, a mixture of admiration and intrigue in her gaze. “Well, I guess you can handle a little more than I thought,” she said softly, a teasing smile curling at the corner of her mouth, before downing her own glass and setting it next to Jey’s.

Damian, on the other hand, smirked and leaned back into the couch. “Guess we’ve got ourselves a real rebel, huh?”

Jey exhaled, feeling a bit lighter but still caught in the whirlwind of emotions and the heavy, unspoken tension between the three of them. “You’re both messing with me.”

Rhea leaned in closer to him, her voice dropping an octave as she whispered, “Maybe we are… but it’s more fun this way.”

“Let’s really talk about this. I’m serious,” Jey said, his voice firm, though there was a hint of nervousness in his tone.

Rhea sighed, looking at him for a moment before getting up. She walked over to the open bottle of wine and grabbed it, then returned to her place on the couch. Without a word, she took a generous sip from the bottle, her eyes never leaving Jey.

Damian watched them both, raising an eyebrow. “Okay… you wanna speak specifics so bad, go ahead, princess.”

Rhea shot him a quick look as she set the bottle down. “Damian…” she said with a warning in her voice as she glared at him. “Watch your tone.”

Damian simply chuckled, unfazed. “I’m just saying. He’s so quick to put a label on it. So, let’s speak.”

Rhea shot him another pointed look. “Papi, watch your tone,” she warned again, though her lips curled into a faint smile, as though she found his playful attitude endearing.

Damian leaned back, his hands behind his head. “Alright, alright. Let’s break it down for him then. What are we doing, exactly?” He looked at Jey. “We’re dating each other. And yes, it’s not just about one of us; it’s the three of us. You, me, and her. We’re… doing this together.”

Jey blinked at the words. “So, we are dating each other?” he repeated slowly, still trying to process the magnitude of it.

Damian didn’t skip a beat. “Yeah. That’s what I’m saying.”

Jey sat back, his mind racing. “So, does that mean me and you will go out? Like, go on dates?”

Damian laughed, leaning forward a bit. “Why does it sound like you’re more interested in figuring out what it is than just experiencing it, man?”

Jey didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just grabbed the bottle of wine from Rhea’s hand and took a long gulp. He needed something to distract himself from the flood of thoughts in his mind.

“I’m just saying,” Jey muttered as he set the bottle back down, “It’s publicly known that I married my high school sweetheart…”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, taking in his words. “What does that have to mean?” she asked, her tone sharp yet curious.

Jey looked over at Damian and then back at Rhea, his thoughts running through the implications of what he was saying. The sudden realization hit him hard: Rhea and Damian were the second and third people he’d ever slept with. The weight of that fact seemed heavier than he expected.

Damian took a swig of his beer, laughing. “I’m just saying. Only doing it with one person your whole life is different.”

Jey’s face flushed, and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, suddenly self-conscious about his experience—or lack thereof—compared to theirs. It was an awkward feeling, being exposed in a way he wasn’t used to.

“Damian!” Rhea snapped, her voice sharp and warning, but it didn’t hide the amused smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth. She shot him a glare, but Damian only grinned wider.

“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it,” Damian said, his eyes dancing with amusement. “But don’t worry, Jey. You’ll get used to it. All this… it’s different. But it’s not a bad thing.”

Jey didn’t respond right away, the room suddenly feeling a bit warmer as the laughter and teasing washed over him. He shifted again, realizing that the awkwardness wasn’t just about the situation—it was about how much he was still processing, how unfamiliar all of this felt.

Rhea, sensing the shift in his mood, reached over and placed her hand gently on his arm. Her touch was soft, grounding. “Jey,” she said, her voice a calm contrast to the teasing atmosphere around them, “I get it. But what we’re doing is different. You don’t have to have all the answers right now. We’re not rushing this.”

Damian, noticing the subtle shift in the air, leaned back a little, his smile softening as he studied Jey. “Yeah, man. Just take it as it comes.”

Jey nodded slowly, his emotions still a whirlwind, but the calmness in Rhea’s voice helped settle the chaos in his mind just a little. “Yeah… okay.”

Damian raised his beer to Jey. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine, princess.”

“I hope I will,” Jey muttered, still trying to shake off the discomfort he felt. His mind was spinning with all the new dynamics, and his nerves were a constant hum beneath his skin.

Rhea didn’t say anything right away. Instead, she reached for the bottle Jey had been holding and took another long sip, savoring it as she leaned back on the couch. After a moment, she set it down and looked at him, her eyes softening. “Just relax, okay?” she said, her tone gentle but firm, as if trying to soothe the tension that still clung to him.

Jey sighed, his breath deep as he tried to let go of his doubts. But it was hard. So much had changed in such a short amount of time, and the weight of it pressed on him.

Rhea seemed to sense the internal struggle he was battling. Without warning, she leaned in and kissed him, her lips warm and soft against his. Jey’s mind briefly shut down at the sensation, his whole focus shifting to her. It was grounding, a welcome distraction.

But before he could fully process the kiss, Damian was there, his lips on Jey’s in the next instant. The kiss was quick, unexpected, and left Jey’s heart racing in a way that both unsettled and exhilarated him.

Damian pulled back slightly, his gaze never leaving Jey’s eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Do you feel relaxed now?” he asked, his voice low, teasing.

Jey blinked, still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. He slowly nodded, his chest rising and falling with a deep breath as he gave a shaky chuckle. “Yeah,” he said quietly, a small smile playing on his lips. “I think I do.”

Jey felt the warm buzz of the wine making him a little lighter, the edges of his stress beginning to melt away. He stood up, the idea of the hot tub calling to him as a way to finally shake off the weight of the day. “Let’s try that hot tub,” he said, his voice more relaxed than it had been all evening. The warm water, nestled in the cold Aspen air, sounded like just what he needed to ease his mind.

Rhea’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, and without skipping a beat, she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door. “Let’s go,” she said with an almost mischievous grin, her energy infectious. Her excitement was magnetic, and for a moment, Jey forgot all the questions swirling around in his head. This wasn’t about figuring anything out. It was about experiencing it all, right here and now.

Damian, still lounging on the couch with his beer, let out a mock groan, raising an eyebrow as they both moved toward the door. “I gotta change, you know,” he said, but there was a playful undertone to his voice, like he wasn’t entirely serious about it.

Rhea shot him a look over her shoulder, one that left no room for argument. “Just use what you’ve got on,” she replied, her voice firm but teasing, her grip tightening on Jey’s hand as she pulled him along. “We’re not wasting any time. I’m not waiting for you to change.”

Jey raised an eyebrow at her, the familiar fire in her eyes still captivating, as it always was. He couldn’t help but smile at how quickly Rhea had turned their night upside down, and though he was slightly skeptical about Damian’s reluctance to just dive in, the thought of the hot tub warmed him in ways the wine hadn’t yet.

Damian raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Alright, alright, but I’m not gonna hear the end of this, am I?” he joked, standing up and following them toward the door. He let out a deep sigh, a playful grin never leaving his face. “I mean, I was planning to at least look presentable in a swimsuit.”

Rhea didn’t hesitate, clearly not caring about his reluctance. “You’re fine, Damian. The hot tub’s waiting, so let’s go.” She tugged them both through the door with determination, moving faster than either of them expected, her carefree energy pulling them into whatever adventure she had planned for the night.

Jey couldn’t help but chuckle, rolling his eyes but following along without protest. The night had been unexpected, and yet, in a strange way, it felt right. As they moved toward the back of the cabin, Jey glanced at Damian, who was laughing but also clearly warming up to the idea of joining them. There was something about the atmosphere tonight that made everything feel less complicated, like maybe they could just let go and enjoy the experience.

As they reached the back door leading to the hot tub, the cold mountain air hit Jey’s skin, and the contrast between the warmth inside and the chill outside was jarring. His breath misted in the air as he stepped out, feeling the cold bite his skin before the warm water promised to take it all away.

Damian was the first to step out into the night, his laugh filling the crisp air as he joined Rhea at the hot tub. “This better be worth it,” he joked, looking over at them with a grin. “I’m not doing all this just to freeze my ass off in some fancy mountain tub.”

Jey chuckled softly as he followed, the fresh mountain air filling his lungs as they approached the bubbling water. The light from the cabin shone dimly, and the stars above them seemed impossibly bright against the dark sky. The snow-covered trees in the distance framed the entire scene, adding a surreal, peaceful element to the whole experience. Everything felt oddly still, as though the world was holding its breath.

Rhea, already at the side of the tub, turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. Her hair was tousled slightly, and her presence was impossible to ignore. She grinned at Jey and then at Damian. “What’s the rush, boys?” she asked, raising an eyebrow playfully, her voice carrying that confident edge Jey found so magnetic. “We’re here now. Let’s make the most of it.”

Jey was barely paying attention to the words. His eyes were on her, the easy way she moved, the way her body seemed to flow from one moment to the next. For the first time that night, he wasn’t trying to overthink anything. He wasn’t worried about labels, or what this meant, or how complicated things could get. He just wanted to be here with her, and with Damian, experiencing whatever came next.

“Yeah, what’s the rush?” Damian echoed, his voice teasing but more relaxed now, too. He stepped closer to the hot tub, beginning to shed his jacket.

Jey stood a little further back, letting the other two get in first, still feeling a bit hesitant but eager all the same. Rhea was already settling into the hot water, her smile infectious. “Don’t tell me you’re not gonna join us now,” she teased, her gaze locking with Jey’s as he hesitated at the edge.

Jey grinned, the tension inside him finally beginning to unravel as he stepped closer. “Alright, alright. I’m coming,” he said, his voice carrying that playful edge now. He quickly stripped off his hoodie and joggers and tossed them aside before stepping into the hot tub, the heat of the water enveloping him almost instantly.

Damian followed soon after, his beer abandoned on the side as he sank into the tub with a contented sigh. The warm water felt like an oasis compared to the sharp chill of the night air, and Jey felt himself fully relax into the soothing warmth.

Rhea settled herself comfortably against the side, looking up at the stars for a moment before her eyes turned back to Jey and Damian. “This is nice, right?” she asked, her voice soft but full of meaning.

“Most definitely.” Jey agreed.

Damian’s eyes flicked to the remote next to the hot tub, noticing the stereo feature. He pressed the button with a smirk, and the stereo chimed, “Bluetooth ready.” A small laugh escaped him as he grabbed his phone from the discarded jeans.

Rhea leaned forward, eager to take control of the playlist. “Let me pick!” she exclaimed, her voice laced with excitement.

Jey, narrowing his eyes, smiled in warning. “Why do I feel like you’re gonna put it on something that is not my type?”

Damian’s grin widened as he leaned back against the edge of the tub. “Open your horizons, man,” he teased, sensing that Jey might not be prepared for what was coming.

Rhea, undeterred, scrolled through Damian’s versatile playlist. Her fingers paused before she tapped the screen, and the haunting strains of Marilyn Manson’s Sweet Dreams began to play, the eerie melody filling the air.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree?

Jey stared, his mouth slightly agape. “How can y’all listen to this music?” he asked, trying to make sense of the dark, brooding sound that seemed to permeate the hot tub’s steamy atmosphere.

Travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Rhea let out a soft laugh, meeting Jey’s gaze. “It sets the mood,” she said with a knowing smile, her voice dropping with a hint of… seduction. She leaned back against the tub, fully immersed in the vibe of the song.

Some of them want to use you

Jey raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “How?”

Some of them want to get used by you

Without another word, Damian crossed over to him. His lips found Jey’s with slow intent, drawing the kiss out, the heat of it intensifying under the seductive rhythm of the music. It was soft, more sensual than expected, leaving Jey momentarily lost in the feeling of Damian’s touch.

Some of them want to abuse you

When the kiss broke, Damian pulled back with a satisfied grin. “Do you feel relaxed now?” he asked, his voice thick with amusement and something else—something deeper.

Some of them want to be abused

Jey, still processing the unexpected chemistry between them, let out a low breath. “Yeah,” he said, his tone somewhat surprised. “I do.”

Rhea, watching the exchange with a smirk, didn’t waste a moment. She crossed over to Damian and kissed him, her lips claiming his with an intensity that seemed to match the music’s dark undertone. It was like a dance, a rhythm they’d both had known long before this night.

Sweet dreams are made of this

Jey watched them both—his gaze lingering on the interaction between Rhea and Damian. The ‘Terror Twins,’ as they’d affectionately called themselves, moved as one. Every touch, every kiss between them felt electric, and for a moment, Jey found himself both caught in their world and on the outside of it, unsure of what exactly he was feeling.

Who am I to disagree?

When Rhea broke the kiss, she turned to Jey, her lips parting with the same smoldering intent she had shared with Damian. She leaned into him, her mouth finding his with the same intensity, her kiss matching the fire that had burned between them earlier. It was like she was pulling him in deeper, drawing him into a connection he hadn’t yet fully understood.

Jey, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his senses, couldn’t find the words to speak. He didn’t know if he should be confused, overwhelmed, or grateful for the raw, unspoken bond between the three of them. Everything felt different now, and he was beginning to realize it wasn’t just the music making his heart race. It was them, all of them—together in this strange, tangled moment. The kiss broke as Rhea settled in once more, Jey couldn’t help but feel thankful—thankful Damian got the cabin.

The mountain air danced around them, contrasting the warmth that enveloped their bodies as they sank into the bubbling water once more. Damian, however had a growing problem he wanted to take care of. “Need a little help here..” Rhea, her own smirk deepening, moved closer to Damian once more, her body gliding effortlessly through the water. She pressed her lips to his, their kiss deep and passionate. But this kiss was different, this kiss was one of those kisses that lead into something else and as Jey watched, his own desire began stirring again.

Jey felt himself growing hard, his body responding to the erotic display unfolding before him. He moved towards the couple, positioning himself behind Rhea, his hands finding Rhea's body, cupping her breast. Rhea broke the kiss, throwing her head back onto Jey's shoulder, a moan escaping her lips as Damian's mouth found her neck, sucking viciously. Jey kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands deftly undid her bra. Rhea's bra floated away, discarded and forgotten as Jey broke the kiss, Rhea's mouth finding Damian's neck once more. She sucked and nipped at his skin, her hips grinding against him, the water lapping around them.

Suddenly, the deep bass of Cold by Static-X reverberated through the speakers, its industrial, dark vibe replacing the haunting tones of Marilyn Manson.

The heavy electronic beat made the water in the hot tub ripple, as if the song itself had physical weight.

The distorted vocals and grinding rhythm gave the atmosphere an even darker edge, a shift from sultry to cold, yet somehow still seductive.

Damian, who had pulled back slightly from Rhea’s neck, nodded in approval at the new track. "Now this is a vibe," he said, his voice almost lost beneath the intense, pounding beat.

We kiss the stars

We writhe, we are

Your name, desire

Your flesh, we are

Jey leaned in, his lips finding Damian's, their tongues dancing in a passionate duel. Damian's free hand found its way under the water, his fingers wrapping around Jey's hardness, stroking him. Jey's breath hitched, his body shuddering at the touch. Rhea, her eyes dark with desire, watched the two men, her hand slipping between her legs, her fingers finding her own wetness.

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

Damian broke the kiss, his eyes locking with Rhea's. He shifted towards her just a few centimeters more, his hand finding hers under the water, their fingers intertwining. He guided her hand to his own hardness, Rhea's fingers wrapping around him, stroking him in time with Jey's movements. The three of them moved in a rhythm, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the cool mountain air.

Your mouth, these words

Jey's hand found Rhea's breast once more, his fingers teasing her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Damian's mouth found hers again, their kiss… hungry. Jey's hand moved lower, finding the juncture of Rhea's thighs, his fingers slipping inside her. Rhea moaned into Damian's mouth, her body arching into Jey's touch.

Silence, it turns

Damian broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. He moved towards Jey, his hand finding Jey's hardness once more. He stroked him, his fingers teasing Jey's tip. Jey's breath hitched, his body shuddering at the touch.

Humming, we laugh

The three of them moved in a frenzy, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling in the cool mountain air. Rhea's body tensed, her orgasm building as Jey's fingers worked their magic. Damian's hand increased, his strokes quickening. Jey's body tensed, his orgasm building as Rhea's hand stroked Damian.

My head falls back

With a final gasp, Rhea's orgasm crashed over her, her body shuddering in Jey's arms. Damian's body tensed, his orgasm following close behind. Jey's body followed suit, his orgasm washing over him as he spilled into Damian's hand.

Cold, we're so cold

We are so

Cold, we're so cold

The three of them collapsed in the water, their bodies spent, their breaths mingling in the cool mountain air. They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in unison.

One thing was certain: Vampire music—dark, seductive, and mysterious—set the mood just right.

—

The next morning, Jey woke up first. The soft sounds of snoring from both Damian and Rhea filled the bedroom, a strange but comforting symphony of the night they’d shared. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light filtering through the blinds, and then slowly pushed himself out of bed, careful not to disturb them.

He walked to his bag, pulling out a fresh set of clothes and heading to the bathroom. The hot shower helped wash off the remnants of last night’s passion—the lingering warmth of the hot tub, the bed, everything that had come after. As the steam filled the room, Jey let himself relax for a few moments, trying to clear his head. The water ran over his skin, soothing the aches and tensions, but still, the uncertainty from last night lingered.

Once he was dressed, he made his way to the kitchen. He brewed himself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling the space, and it brought him a sense of calm he desperately needed. As he leaned against the counter, cradling the mug in his hands, a soft vibration interrupted his thoughts.

Jey glanced over to the dining table and noticed his phone, which he had left behind the night before. He picked it up and saw a barrage of new messages from his twin brother, Jon.

The first one from Jon was blunt as always.

Jon: Why didn’t you show up in Denver?

Jey sighed and took a sip of his coffee before typing a reply.

Jey: I’m with Rhea and Damian. I’m fine, bro.

Jon’s reply came almost immediately, a little more insistent.

Jon: Again?

Jey rolled his eyes, already feeling the pressure build.

Jey: So what?

Jon wasn’t letting up.

Jon: Jesus, you would think you three are a throuple or some weird ass shit.

Jey’s fingers hovered over the screen, and for a moment, he was tempted to send something snarky back. But something held him back. Instead, he typed out a calm response.

Jey: Yeah, that’s weird ass shit, but definitely not like that.

He put the phone down for a moment, letting out a deep breath. But then the next message from Jon came through, and it hit him in a different way.

Jon: Look, man… why don’t you come see me and Trinity? We wanna hang with you.

Jey stared at the message for a few long moments. His brother’s tone was casual, but Jey could hear the underlying concern. Jon didn’t fully understand everything going on in Jey’s life right now, and Jey wasn’t sure how to explain it to him. Things were complicated—more complicated than Jon could ever know.

Jey: I’m busy.

He pressed send, but the words tasted bitter as they left his fingertips. He was lying, but it was a lie he felt he had to tell. He wasn’t ready to explain everything—especially not to Jon. Not when he wasn’t even sure what was going on in his own head.

A few moments later, Jon’s reply came through again, more concerned now.

Jon: Alright. Just don’t shut us out, man. Trinity and I are here when you need us.

Jey felt a pang in his chest, his fingers tight around the phone. He wanted to tell Jon everything—that this wasn’t just about hanging out, that there was more going on in his life than he could even begin to explain. But he couldn’t. Not now. Not yet.

He set the phone down on the counter and stared out the window, the light streaming in from outside. It felt like the world was moving on without him, and he wasn’t sure where he fit anymore. Rhea, Damian, Jon, his family—everything was in flux, and Jey was struggling to keep his footing.

Jey’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft yawn that came from behind him. He turned to see Rhea, wearing nothing but his oversized t-shirt, her hair messy from sleep. She stretched, her eyes still half-lidded as she walked over to the counter and brewed herself a cup of coffee.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice laced with sleep but filled with something else—something Jey wasn’t sure how to read yet. She looked over at him, her gaze softening. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Jey replied, taking another sip of his coffee. “Jon just texted me.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, turning her attention to him. “About what?”

Jey showed her the screen, scrolling through the messages. She took a quick glance, but what caught her eye wasn’t just Jon’s insistence on seeing him. It was Jey’s response—the words he’d typed so quickly, without much thought.

She sighed, a little too quietly for Jey’s liking. “Oh.”

Jey blinked. “Oh?”

Rhea shrugged, her eyes meeting his with a faint flicker of something—disappointment, maybe? “Throuples are weird ass shit?”

“I had to say that,” Jey muttered, feeling the weight of her gaze. “I wasn’t going to explain everything, Rhea.”

Rhea looked at him for a long moment before speaking again, her tone a little more measured. “Nah, you could’ve said something else. Something different.”

Jey’s stomach tightened. He knew what she meant, and he hated it. Something in her shifted, like a subtle wall was being built between them.

“Rhea, don’t be like that,” he said, his voice softer, trying to meet her halfway. He hated this feeling—the uncertainty creeping in, the distance he could feel growing in the air.

Rhea’s lips twisted into something like a forced smile. “I’m cool,” she replied flatly. She put her coffee mug down and walked back toward the bedroom without another word.

Jey sat there for a moment, feeling the sting of her indifference. He wanted to call after her, but instead, he just sat with the silence. Something wasn’t right. Was it the message? Or was it something deeper? He couldn’t figure it out.

A few moments later, Damian walked into the kitchen, looking far too relaxed for someone who had just woken up. He leaned against the doorframe, eyes scanning Jey. “Hurt babygirl’s feelings on the first official day, huh?”

Jey rolled his eyes. “What am I supposed to do?”

Damian chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I ain’t in this one, bro.”

Jey shot him a glare. “How come you’re so nonchalant about this?”

Damian raised an eyebrow, eyes locking with Jey’s. “Because I know what I want,” he said simply. “I’m not going back and forth like you are.”

Jey let out a slow breath, his frustration bubbling. “What does that even mean?”

“It means,” Damian continued, his voice calm but firm, “you’re overthinking it. If you really knew what you wanted, you wouldn’t be stuck in this back-and-forth. You’d just go after it. No hesitation. No games.”

Jey stared at him, trying to process his words. Damian was always so damn sure of himself, so unwavering, while Jey felt like he was always caught in a storm of confusion. It made him feel small, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

“Maybe I’m not as sure as you are,” Jey muttered, looking away.

Damian chuckled darkly. “We all got our shit, Jey. But you gotta figure out what matters more: holding on to this confusion, or actually getting what you want.”

Before Jey could respond, Damian turned and walked toward the bedroom. Jey sat still, his mind a swirl of thoughts. What did he want? Was he ready to face whatever was waiting for him in the relationship with Rhea and Damian? Or was he just running away from something real?

The question echoed in his mind, unanswered, as the tension from the conversation with Rhea weighed heavily on him.

Jey finished his coffee and stared at his phone for a moment before sending a quick message to Jon: Wya?

The response came almost immediately, Jon’s address popping up on the screen. Jey typed back, Be there at 2.

He sat there for a second, looking at the messages, but then he stood up, feeling the weight of the silence around him. He knew Rhea was upset, but he couldn’t quite figure out how to bridge the gap.

He walked into the bedroom where Rhea and Damian were, Rhea’s eyes fixed on the TV, though her body language screamed that she was doing everything in her power to ignore him. Damian, as usual, was engrossed in his phone, his usual calm demeanor still in place.

Jey paused for a moment, feeling an uncomfortable knot in his stomach.

“I’m gonna go to Denver for a bit to see my brother,” he said, the words sounding strangely final as they left his mouth.

Rhea didn’t look up. The silence in the room increased, and Jey could feel the weight of her indifference, like she was actively choosing to shut him out.

Damian glanced up briefly and gave a small nod. “Go for it. We’ll be here.”

Jey wanted to say something more, maybe push for a conversation, but he could tell it wasn’t the right time. Instead, he grabbed a clean hoodie from the pile of clothes on the chair, pulling it over his head as he made his way toward the door.

“Alright,” he said softly, though it felt like an apology that wasn’t being accepted. “I’ll see you guys later.”

Rhea didn’t respond. Damian didn’t either.

The door clicked shut behind him, and Jey felt a pang of disappointment in his chest as he walked toward the rental car. The drive to Denver was long, a four-hour trip that gave him time to think. But the longer he drove, the more he realized that he wasn’t sure what he was thinking about—whether it was the tension with Rhea, the awkwardness with Damian, or the constant tug in his chest that he couldn’t shake.

By the time he arrived in Denver, he was exhausted. He didn’t even want to think about what was waiting for him back at the cabin. Instead, he focused on the familiar feeling of being with Jon. When he pulled into Jon’s airbnb driveway, he sent a quick text: Here.

Jon’s response was almost immediate: Come inside, we got food.

Jey smiled slightly at the simplicity of it, thankful for something normal in the midst of what his life had became in the last 32 hours. He left the car and walked toward the front door, trying to shake off the lingering unease. As much as he needed to be here with Jon, a part of him still felt the gravity of what he’d left behind.

—

Back at the cabin, the silence was louder than any argument. Damian sat on the couch, legs stretched out, scrolling through his phone. He could feel the weight of Rhea’s presence even without looking at her.

She was in the kitchen, absentmindedly stirring her tea, though it had long since gone cold. Her jaw was tense, her thoughts elsewhere—on Jey, on his words, on the lingering sting of his dismissal.

Damian sighed, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. “You gonna be like this all day?”

Rhea didn’t look at him. “Like what?”

“Like you’re plotting how to throw Jey off a cliff.”

That made Rhea’s lip twitch, but the amusement was fleeting. “I’m not mad.”

Damian huffed. “Yeah, and I don’t have fangs.” He stood up, making his way to her, leaning against the counter. “You’re mad ‘cause you know Jey is fighting himself. And you hate that.”

Rhea exhaled sharply, setting her mug down with more force than necessary. “It’s not just that, Damian. He made it sound like—like what all of us share is some shameful, weird-ass thing.”

Damian studied her, then shrugged. “To him, maybe it is. Not ‘cause he actually thinks that, but because he’s scared. He’s never had anything like this before.”

Rhea crossed her arms, her frustration simmering just below the surface. “And what? I’m just supposed to wait until he figures it out? Until he decides what we are?”

Damian’s gaze softened. He reached out, fingers brushing over her wrist before linking his hand with hers. “No. You don’t wait. You live. And if he wants to be part of it, he’ll catch up.”

Rhea’s shoulders loosened slightly, her gaze dropping to their joined hands. She hated how easily Damian could break down her walls, how he always found a way to make sense of the mess in her head.

“Yeah,” she muttered. “I just wish he’d stop running from it.”

Damian smirked. “He can only run so far before he realizes he’s running in circles.”

Rhea let out a breath, leaning against the counter. “You think he’ll come back?”

Damian squeezed her hand. “He always does.” Damian leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with an intentional slowness, his hands shifting to rest firmly on her waist. Unlike the stolen moments they had shared in the past—moments fueled by hunger, by convenience, by loneliness—this was different. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate. It was steady. Measured. Like he wanted her to feel every second of it of the kiss.

And she did.

Truth be told, ever since Rhea’s divorce last year from her ex-husband and Damian’s messy breakup from a certain Kayden Carter, they had been fooling around. It started as something casual, two people who knew each other too well to play games, but also knew exactly what the other needed. At first, it was just a way to forget—to drown out the nights that felt too long, the beds that felt too cold. A drink after a show turned into her staying over at his hotel room. The next week, it was a backseat encounter in his rental car. Before long, it became routine: quickies in airport bathrooms, stolen moments in locker rooms, hurried encounters in backstage closets. It was reckless, but neither of them cared.

Then, somewhere along the way, it changed.

Damian had never seen her like that until one night, after a particularly brutal day, she had asked him to hold her. No snide remarks, no jokes—just hold her. He remembered the way she curled into him, her breath warm against his collarbone, her fingers gripping his shirt like she needed the contact more than she’d ever admit. That was the moment it all shifted. It wasn’t just about sex anymore. It was about comfort. Stability. Something neither of them had felt in a long time.

Suddenly, Rhea was spending more time in New York with him than she was at her own place in Orlando. The flights back home became less frequent. Damian never had to ask why. He already knew.

Now, standing in the dim glow of the kitchen, he could feel the hesitation in her body, the way she allowed herself to fall into him but held back at the same time. He deepened the kiss, hoping to pull her back in, but as soon as he felt her stiffen slightly, he knew.

She was thinking about him.

“Damian…” Her forehead rested against his as she exhaled, fingers still gripping his arms.

He smirked knowingly, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. “Jey’s in your head.”

She swallowed, her jaw tightening. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m waiting for him to figure out what he wants. I don’t do waiting.”

“I understand you,” Damian said, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his eyes.

Silence settled between them, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy, filled with unspoken truths and lingering thoughts neither of them wanted to fully address.

Rhea’s voice was quieter when she finally spoke again. “And you?”

Damian’s lips curled into a small smirk, his thumb grazing her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And that was the difference between him and Jey.

“Besides,” Damian continued, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I have something planned for you.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Before she could react, Damian suddenly grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder with ease. A surprised yelp left her lips before it melted into laughter, her fists playfully pounding against his back.

“Damian!” she shrieked, kicking her legs. “Put me down, you asshole!”

Her protests were ignored as he carried her effortlessly through the cabin, his deep chuckle vibrating against her body. “Nah, I think you like it up there.”

She was still laughing when he reached the bedroom, only for it to turn into a breathless squeal as he threw her onto the bed without warning. She bounced against the mattress, landing on her back, her black hair fanned out beneath her. Damian stood at the edge of the bed, towering over her with that smug, satisfied smirk of his.

Rhea propped herself up on her elbows, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “You’re real proud of yourself, huh?”

Damian cocked his head, his smirk deepening. “A little bit.”

She rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips gave her away. She was enjoying this. Him. The playfulness, the familiarity, the way he always knew how to make her forget—if only for a little while.

He leaned down, hands bracing on either side of her body, caging her in. “Tell me something, babygirl,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that low, irresistible tone that always sent a shiver down her spine. “You still thinking about him?”

Her breath caught for half a second, but she refused to let him see that. Instead, she smirked, reaching up to grab the front of his hoodie, pulling him even closer. “Maybe.”

Damian chuckled, his lips hovering just over hers. “Then I guess I’m just gonna have to fuck you until you’re sore..”

And with that, he kissed her.

—

Jey sat there, barely touching his food, as Jon and Trinity hovered around him with their well-meaning concern. The same cycle, the same routine.

“How are you?”

“How are the kids?”

“Have you seen them?”

And now, the latest addition to the script:

“Do you want to live with me and Trinity until you get your life sorted out?”

Jey exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He knew they were trying to help. He knew they were coming from a place of love. But it didn’t make it any easier to hear. If anything, it just made the weight in his chest sink deeper.

Get his life sorted out.

As if that was something he could do overnight. As if all he needed was a little structure, a little stability, and suddenly everything would make sense again.

What they didn’t get—what no one really got—was that Jey didn’t even know what “sorted out” looked like anymore. He had spent so much time clawing his way through the wreckage of his divorce, through the humiliation of watching his private life become public spectacle, through the endless whispers and side-eyes, that he wasn’t sure he had anything left to rebuild with.

He had begged her—begged her—not to take it public.

He had sat across from her at that last real conversation they had, looking her in the eyes, swallowing every ounce of pride he had left, and said:

“Please. We don’t have to do it like this.”

But she did.

The cryptic Instagram stories. The passive-aggressive tweets. The interviews where she played the victim while he was painted as the villain.

And the worst part? He had to take it.

Because fighting back only made him look worse. Because responding would just add more fuel to the fire. Because the second he said anything, it would be twisted into something else.

So he let it happen.

Let them tell whatever version of the story they wanted. Let the headlines call him a deadbeat. Let the internet debate whether he deserved to see his own kids.

He felt like a burden even in his own damn life.

I guess you could say that’s why he gravitated toward Damian and Rhea.

Because with them, there was no script. No expectation for him to fix everything. No pressure to justify himself or perform his grief in a way that made other people comfortable.

They let him just be.

Some days, he needed to vent, to let the anger spill out of him in sharp words and bitter laughter. Other days, he didn’t want to talk at all, and they let him have that silence without making it feel like an accusation.

That’s why it was so easy to disappear with them. To lose himself in late nights, alcohol-soaked conversations, and whatever the hell this thing was starting to brewbetween the three of them.

Because with Damian and Rhea, he wasn’t a failure.

He wasn’t a divorced man, or a shitty dad, or a disappointment.

He was just Je—…. Joshua.

And right now, that was the only version of himself he could bear to be.

Jey blinked, shaking himself out of his stupor. He hadn’t realized he’d spaced out so deeply until he heard Jon’s voice, sharp and clear, calling his full name.

“Joshua Samuel Fatu.”

Jey snapped to attention, his heart giving a small jump at the sound of his full name. He quickly muttered, “Sorry.”

Jon didn’t let it go. “Shall I repeat the question?”

Jey hesitated for a moment, his stomach tightening. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for whatever Jon was about to ask, but he didn’t want to be caught looking distracted again. “Yeah, go for it.”

Jon didn’t waste any time. “Are you and Rhea sleeping together?”

Jey’s breath caught in his throat. That question hit him harder than he expected, and he found himself stumbling over his thoughts, his mind racing. What kind of question was that? He realized in that instant, too, that Jon hadn’t asked about him and Damian—only about him and Rhea.

Damn it.

Jey tried to steady himself, clearing his throat. “Nah, man. She’s only 28. Too young, I’m a few months from 40.”

He could tell Jon didn’t buy it. The skeptical look on his brother’s face said everything. Jon didn’t press, though. He just nodded, but Jey could feel the tension lingering between them. It wasn’t the kind of tension Jon usually left unspoken.

The silence stretched on for a moment, but Jey knew time was running out. The sun was dipping lower in the sky, and it was already nearing five o’clock. If he didn’t leave soon, he’d be getting back to the cabin well after midnight.

Jey stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, signaling the end of their conversation. “Alright, man. I gotta head back. Four hours to get back to the cabin.”

Jon stood up, not missing a beat, and pulled him into a brief, tight hug. “Alright, be careful on the road. And… think about what I said.”

Jey gave a tight nod, but his mind was already drifting back to the cabin, to Rhea, and the gnawing feeling of unresolved tension. He didn’t even say goodbye to Trinity, who was quietly sitting in the corner, but he could feel her eyes on him as he walked out the door.

The Denver air hit him as he stepped outside, and for a moment, Jey paused, taking a deep breath, the weight of his conversation with Jon pressing against his chest. He didn’t like the way he felt after lying, but what else could he do? He wasn’t ready to face the truth, not with Jon, not with anyone.

Shaking it off, he climbed into his car and started the engine, the road ahead stretching out before him.

The drive was long and quiet, the sound of the engine the only company Jey had as he navigated the winding roads leading back to the cabin. The air had turned piercing with the evening, and as he neared the final stretch, a familiar sight caught his eye—a small general merchandise store, its flickering neon sign still glowing against the darkening sky.

Jey pulled into the lot, stepping out with a stretch before making his way inside. The place was nearly empty, the soft buzz of an overhead radio playing some old country song as he walked through the aisles. He grabbed the essentials—some groceries, a few more bottles of liquor, things to keep the night going.

Just as he was about to head to the register, something caught his eye. A bouquet of fresh roses, sitting slightly apart from the rest. Deep red, petals soft and full. He hesitated for only a second before reaching out and picking them up.

Jey didn’t analyze it—why he felt the need to buy them, why he was thinking about her as he did. He just paid for everything, tucked the bouquet gently under his arm, and headed back to the car.

By the time he reached the cabin, the sky had fully darkened, stars scattered above the treetops. He entered the Airbnb code and stepped inside, greeted by the warmth of the dimly lit living room. The house smelled faintly of wood and something floral, like the lingering scent of perfume.

Jey made his way to the kitchen first, setting the groceries down and placing the liquor bottles on the counter. He glanced at the roses in his hand and smirked to himself. Proud. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was too much, but still—it felt right.

Holding the bouquet, he started toward the bedroom.

Then, he heard it.

Soft, intimate sounds. Low moans. The distinct rustling of sheets, the kind that sent a familiar sensation curling in his gut.

Jey’s feet slowed. His grip on the roses tightened slightly as he reached for the door, pushing it open just a fraction.

Rhea was riding Damian’s face, her back arched slightly as Damian’s large hands held her by the hips.

His breath caught in his throat, his free hand flying up to cover his mouth before he could make a sound. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out everything else.

“Make me cum please..”

Jey stood frozen in the doorway, the crushed bouquet hanging limply at his side. His chest felt tight, heat creeping up his neck as he tried to process what he’d just walked in on. His instincts screamed at him to turn around, to walk back out the door and leave this conversation for another time—or never. But before he could act, Rhea’s gaze snapped toward him, and she shifted, pulling the sheet around herself as she climbed off Damian.

“Jey honey…. Do you feel jealous?” she asked, her voice soft but steady.

Jey swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as he let out a breath through his nose. “A little.”

“That’s not our intention,” Rhea assured him, stepping closer, her bare feet padding against the wooden floor.

Damian leaned up on his elbows, nodding. “Come here, man. Let’s talk about this.”

Jey hesitated before stepping forward, his movements slow, deliberate. He sank onto the bed between them, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. He still held the roses, though now they were slightly crushed from his grip.

Rhea reached for them, her fingers brushing against his. “Thank you for the roses, baby,” she murmured before pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek.

Jey exhaled, tension unraveling just a fraction at her touch, but the weight in his chest remained. His mind was racing, emotions tangled in a way that didn’t quite make sense to him.

Damian watched him carefully. “Jey, don’t feel jealous,” he said, his voice low and calm. “Me and Rhea… we were intimate long before you joined us after WrestleMania.”

Jey tensed at that, fingers flexing against his thigh. “Then why do I feel jealous?” he admitted, voice filled with concern.

Rhea shifted beside him. “It’s because I’m a girl,” she said simply.

Jey’s head snapped toward her, brows furrowing. “What does that mean?”

Damian leaned forward, arms resting on his knees. “It means you’re not looking at this as a throuple,” he explained. “You’re looking at it like me and you are two separate people… and Rhea’s in the middle.”

Jey frowned, letting the words sink in. He’d never really thought about it like that before, but now that it was laid out in front of him, it struck a nerve. He wasn’t just jealous—he was territorial.

And that? That was a problem.

Jey ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply as he tried to process everything. “Is it bad to be territorial?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration and uncertainty.

Damian shook his head. “Nah, it’s not bad,” he admitted. “It’s natural. But if we’re gonna make this work, you gotta learn to share.”

Jey scoffed, still struggling to wrap his head around it. His gaze flickered to Rhea. “Are you jealous?”

Rhea smirked. “No.”

Jey’s eyes narrowed. “Really?! So if I were to kiss Damian right now, you wouldn’t get mad?”

Rhea laughed, tilting her head in amusement. “Nope.”

Jey let out a short, disbelieving chuckle before suddenly grabbing the back of Damian’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was quick but firm, catching Damian completely off guard. When Jey pulled back, he immediately turned to Rhea, searching for any flicker of jealousy or anger.

“Come on?! No ‘you asshole!’ or ‘how could you?!’” he demanded.

Rhea simply smiled. “Nope.”

Before Jey could respond, Rhea reached over and kissed Damian herself, slow and intentional. When she finally pulled back, she turned to Jey with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Are you jealous?”

Jey’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. His eyes flickered downward, staring at his hands as his fingers flexed in his lap.

Rhea softened, shifting closer. “Oh, Jey…” she murmured, voice gentle. “Baby.”

Damian watched him carefully, his usual cocky demeanor fading into something more serious. Jey wasn’t just playing—he was struggling.

Rhea exhaled and reached over to her purse that was on the nightstand, rummaging through it before pulling out a small leather journal and a pen. She flipped to a blank page and handed both items to Jey.

“Here,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “Write down what you want out of this. Out of us.”

Jey glanced between the journal and Rhea. “What?”

Rhea shrugged. “A list. Things you want, things you don’t want. Expectations, boundaries—whatever’s on your mind.” She held his gaze. “And yes, it’s a throuple.”

Jey hesitated before taking the journal, his fingers tracing the edges. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but for the first time, instead of running from them, he had a chance to define them.

Rhea leaned against his side, her hand warm on his thigh. “We’re not rushing you. Just be honest.”

Jey exhaled slowly, looking at the journal. Maybe this wasn’t as impossible as he thought. Maybe, just maybe… he could figure this out.

—

AN HOUR LATER

Damian leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched Jey, who sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, the journal resting on his lap. His brow was furrowed in deep thought, pen tapping against the page as he hesitated before writing something down. Every so often, he would sigh, scratch something out, and start again.

Rhea moved fluidly through the kitchen, the scent of garlic and butter filling the air as she sautéed vegetables in a pan. She had kept the late night meal that Damian requested simple—steaks, vegetables, and rice—something hearty but easy. She glanced over at Damian, who hadn’t taken his eyes off Jey.

“You’re staring,” she remarked with a smirk, flipping the steaks in the other pan.

Damian took a sip of his drink and shrugged. “I’m watching.”

Rhea hummed, stirring the vegetables. “He’ll figure it out.”

Damian set his glass down and folded his arms. “You think so?”

Rhea glanced over at Jey, who had just exhaled another long breath, rubbing a hand down his face before putting the pen to the paper again. “Yeah,” she said confidently. “He’s just never had to think about this kind of thing before. It’s new to him.”

Damian nodded, watching the way Jey’s shoulders tensed, the way he chewed on the inside of his cheek like he was deep in battle with himself. “And if he backs out?”

Rhea shrugged, plating the vegetables. “Then we deal with it.”

Damian let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You really believe that, huh?”

Rhea turned to face him, giving him a knowing look. “You underestimate him,” she said simply.

Damian didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he glanced back at Jey, who had finally stopped writing and was now staring into the fire, the flickering glow casting sharp shadows across his face.

“He’s overthinking it,” Damian muttered.

Rhea smirked, turning back to her cooking. “Of course he is. That’s what he does.”

Damian took another sip of his whiskey, eyes never leaving Jey. He wasn’t sure what was going on in Jey’s head, but one thing was certain—whatever he was writing, whatever he was deciding—it was going to change everything.

Rhea carefully plated the steaks, vegetables, and rice, the simple meal carrying a sense of warmth and comfort after the heavy conversation they’d just shared. The faint sizzle of the vegetables cooking in the pan filled the space around them, adding to the gentle, inviting atmosphere of the cabin. Once everything was ready, Rhea called out to Jey, her voice soft yet warm.

“Dinner’s ready, Jey,” she said, glancing up from her work.

Jey’s eyes flickered away from the journal, the weight of his thoughts still sitting heavy in his chest. He had written everything down—his concerns, his desires, his fears—but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to share it all. Not in front of them. Not like this. But the rumble in his stomach reminded him that it had been hours since he’d eaten, so he forced himself to stand up, his body stiff from sitting too long.

With a quiet sigh, he walked over to the kitchen and sat down at the table, glancing at the two plates already set before him. The smell of the food felt comforting, grounding him as he took his seat, but the tension in the room remained.

They ate in silence for a few moments, Jey focusing on the food in front of him, trying not to think too much about everything that had just been said. It was like the words he had written in the journal weighed a ton, each one pressing down on his chest. His thoughts swirled around—jealousy, fear, vulnerability—but he couldn’t hide from it anymore. He had to say it.

Once the plates were cleared, Jey finally broke the silence, his voice softer than usual, almost fragile.

“I wrote it down,” he said quietly, glancing up at Rhea, then Damian.

Rhea, still in the process of clearing the table, paused and turned her attention to him. Damian didn’t say anything, but his eyes were already locked on Jey, waiting for him to speak. There was no pressure, no judgment in their gazes, just an openness that felt like an invitation.

Jey stood up, trying to calm the swirling emotions inside of him. He grabbed the journal from the living room and returned to the kitchen, his hands shaking slightly as he opened it to the page where he had left off. The room felt smaller now, the words he had written earlier suddenly feeling more real, more important. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he started to read.

“I… I have a lot of concerns,” he began. He cleared his throat, unsure if he was even ready to say the words aloud. But there was no turning back now. “I’m scared. I’m scared of losing you both, of this falling apart. I’m scared that I’ll be… not enough. Or worse, that I’ll get left behind. And I know that sounds ridiculous, but it’s the truth. I’ve never been good at this kind of thing—sharing, letting go. I’m used to keeping people close to me, to protecting what’s mine, but I don’t know how to do that here. Not without… well, feeling like I’m failing.”

Jey paused for a moment, looking down at the journal in his hands, his heart hammering in his chest. He felt a pang of embarrassment, his vulnerability crashing over him like a wave. He could feel his palms sweating, his breath quickening. He wasn’t sure if he could keep going, but he pushed himself to do it anyway.

“I want to be honest with you both. I don’t want to hide anymore, but I’m scared of what that means,” he continued, his voice faltering. “I want to trust you. I want to believe that we can work through this, that I won’t be replaced, but I can’t help but feel… like I’m not enough. That I’m just a part of the equation, and nothing more.”

He took a shaky breath, his mind racing as he glanced up at Rhea and Damian. They were silent, watching him with understanding, their faces soft and patient, but Jey could still feel his heart pounding in his chest.

“I also want to explore,” Jey added, his voice more hesitant now. “I don’t know why, but I feel this pull—this need to know what it’s like to be more than just your partners. To be something else. And I guess… it scares me. But I need to say it. I need to be honest with both of you.”

The room seemed to freeze around them for a moment, the weight of his confession hanging in the air. He felt exposed, like his deepest fears and insecurities were laid bare in front of them. He was trembling now, his hands clutching the journal tightly, afraid of what they might say next.

Rhea stood up from her seat and walked over to him, her eyes gentle, but her expression unreadable. She reached for his hand, her touch grounding him.

“You don’t have to hide anything from us, Jey,” she said softly, her voice soothing, like a balm to his raw nerves. “We’re here for you. Always. And we’re not going anywhere.”

Damian joined her, standing beside Jey and resting a hand on his shoulder. His touch was firm, reassuring, but it didn’t feel like pressure. It felt like support, like they were both right there with him.

“You’re not alone in this,” Damian added, his voice calm but steady.

Jey felt his throat tighten, the emotion too much to bear. For so long, he had been afraid to let anyone see his vulnerabilities. Afraid to admit that he didn’t have everything under control. But here, with them both standing beside him, he felt a sense of relief. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t easy—but it was enough for now.

Jey swallowed hard, wiping away a stray tear that had slipped down his cheek without his permission.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Thank you both… for not running away.”

Damian smiled softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “We’re not going anywhere, Jey.”

Rhea pulled him into a tight hug, her arms wrapped around him like she was holding him together. “You’re safe here. You always will be.”

Author’s Note: I’m still struggling with threesome sex scenes so bare with me here. 😬

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Mami & Papi | Good Boy pt 2 | Jey Uso x Damian Priest x Rhea Ripley (SMUT) 18+!

(Not my gif)

Description: Part two of Good Boy.

Warnings: Dom/sub, multiple partners, threesome, sub!jey x Switch Rhea x Dom Damian, praise, degradation, orgasm delay and denial, edging, begging, petnames, honorifics (Mami and Papi), oral, handjob, teasing, swallowing, cum swapping/cum kissing.

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MDNI!! 18+!!!

The room is dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Rhea and Damian are seated on a plush sofa, their eyes fixed on Jey who is kneeling on the floor in front of them.

Jey looks up at them with a mixture of anticipation and submission, his big brown eyes wide and his body trembling slightly. He was desperate. The duo known as the terror twins hadn't let him cum in almost a week.

Rhea smirks, enjoying the sight of him on his knees. She runs her fingers through his curls, tugging gently.

"Such a good boy," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "On your knees for us."

Damian chuckles, his eyes raking over Jey's body.

"He has been such a good boy, hasn't he?" he says, his gaze lingering on Jey's erection.

Rhea nods, her hand still playing with Jey's hair.

"He has," she agrees. "He's been so patient, waiting for us to let him cum."

Jey whimpers, his body arching towards Rhea's touch. He's so desperate to be touched, to be allowed to cum.

Damian grins, enjoying the sight of Jey's desperation.

"Look at him," he says to Rhea. "He's practically begging for it."

Rhea looks down at Jey, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"You want to cum, don't you baby boy?" she asks, her voice dripping with teasing.

Jey nods eagerly, his eyes pleading with her. "Yes, Mami." he says.

Rhea chuckles and looks over at Damian.

"Should we give him what he wants?" she asks, her hand moving from Jey's hair to his chin, tilting his head up.

Damian pretends to think about it for a moment, then smirks.

"I suppose he's been good enough," he says. "He deserves a reward."

Rhea grins and turns her attention back to Jey.

"Stand up," she commands, her voice firm.

Jey quickly gets to his feet, his body trembling with anticipation.

Damian stands up as well, towering over Jey. He circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Look at him, so eager to please," he says, his hand trailing down Jey's back.

Jey shivers at Damian's touch, his eyes following the other man's movements. He's completely under their control, and he loves it.

Rhea steps closer to Jey, her body pressed against his. She runs her hands over his tattooed chest, her touch light and teasing.

"You're so beautiful like this," she whispers in his ear. "All ours to play with."

Damian comes up behind Jey, his chest against his back. He wraps his arms around Jey's waist, holding him in place.

"You're our good little toy," he murmurs, his lips grazing the back of Jey's neck.

Jey's breath hitches as Damian's lips touch his skin. He can feel Rhea's hands on his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Please..." he whimpers, his body aching with need.

Rhea smiles at his pleading, enjoying the sound of his desperation.

"Please what, baby boy?" she asks, her hands trailing lower.

Jey's face flushes with embarrassment, but he can't hold back his desires any longer.

"Please let me cum," he begs, his voice trembling.

Damian chuckles darkly, his grip on Jey tightening.

"Such a needy little thing," he says, his breath hot against Jey's ear. "We'll let you cum, but only when we're satisfied."

"Do you me to ride your face while Papi makes you feel good?" Rhea teases.

Jey's eyes widen at Rhea's suggestion, his cock twitching at the thought.

"Y-yes please..." he stutters, his voice filled with excitement.

Rhea grins, pleased with his reaction. She looks over at Damian, who is also smirking.

"I think he likes that idea," she says, her hand wrapping around Jey's cock.

Damian nods in agreement, his eyes dark with lust.

"I think so too," he says, his hands sliding down to Jey's hips. "Get on the bed, baby boy."

Jey obeys immediately, scrambling onto the bed and lying down on his back. He looks up at Rhea and Damian, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rhea and Damian climb onto the bed as well, each of them straddling one of Jey's legs. They look down at him, their eyes roaming over his body.

"You look so good like this," Rhea says, her hand tracing the lines of his abs.

Rhea grins and positions herself above Jey's face, her thighs on either side of his head.

"Are you ready, baby boy?" she asks, looking down at him with a playful glint in her eye.

Jey nods eagerly, his mouth watering at the sight of her. He can feel Damian's hands on his hips, holding him in place.

Rhea lowers herself down, her pussy hovering just above Jey's face. She teases him for a moment, her body tantalizingly close but not quite touching him.

Jey lets out a frustrated whine, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He tries to lift his head, desperate to taste her.

Rhea chuckles at his eagerness and finally lowers herself down completely, her pussy pressing against his mouth.

"Good boy," she says, her voice low and sultry.

Jey moans against her, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licks and sucks at her folds, his movements desperate and hungry.

Rhea gasps as Jey's tongue works magic on her, her hands gripping his hair tightly. She grinds against his face, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck, he's so good at this..." she moans, throwing her head back.

Damian watches them with a smirk, his hands still holding Jey's hips in place.

"He's such a lil puta," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Look at him, he's practically drooling for it."

Jey can't deny it, he's completely lost in the taste and scent of Rhea. Not to mention Damian degrading him in Spanish always gives him butterflies. He's moaning and whimpering against her, his body writhing beneath her.

Rhea continues to ride Jey's face, her movements becoming more frantic as she nears her climax.

"I'm so close," she pants, her eyes locked on Damian. "He's going to make me cum so hard..."

Damian grins and moves his hand to Jey's cock, wrapping his fingers around it. He starts to stroke him slowly, teasing him with a light touch.

Jey's body jerks at the sensation, his moans muffled by Rhea's pussy. He tries to buck his hips, but Damian's grip on him is too strong.

Damian chuckles and tightens his grip, denying Jey any chance of relief.

"Patience, baby boy," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You'll get to cum when we say so."

Rhea throws her head back and cries out as she reaches her peak, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

"Oh, god... yes..." she moans, her grip on Jey's hair tightening as she rides out her climax.

Jey eagerly laps up her juices, his face covered in her cum. He looks up at her with a dazed expression, his eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Rhea climbs off of Jey's face and moves down to his cock, replacing Damian's hand with her mouth.

Damian moves up to straddle Jey's chest, his cock inches away from Jey's lips.

"Open up, baby boy," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

Jey obeys, his mouth opening wide as Damian slides his cock into Jey's mouth, groaning as he feels the warmth and wetness envelop him.

Jey struggles to take all of Damian's length, his eyes watering as he gags slightly. But he doesn't pull away, instead he relaxes his throat and tries to accommodate him.

Damian grips Jey's hair tightly, holding his head in place as he begins to thrust in and out of his mouth.

"Good boy, take it all," he grunts, his eyes locked on Jey's face.

Rhea is expertly working Jey's cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and her lips forming a tight seal around him. She bobs her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat.

Jey is completely overwhelmed by the sensations, his body caught between the pleasure of Rhea's mouth and the fullness of Damian's cock in his throat. He's moaning and whimpering around Damian's length, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Damian increases the pace of his thrusts, his hips moving faster and harder as he nears his own climax.

"Fuck," he growls, looking down at Jey with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Such a good little cocksucker..."

Rhea can feel Jey's body tensing beneath her, a sure sign that he's close to cumming. She redoubles her efforts, sucking him even harder and faster.

Jey's body goes rigid as he reaches his peak, his hips bucking upwards as he shoots his load into Rhea's mouth. He lets out a strangled cry around Damian's cock, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.

Rhea swallows every drop of Jey's cum, licking his cock clean before pulling off with a satisfied smirk.

Damian grips Jey's hair tighter, his hips jerking as he reaches his own climax. He holds Jey's head in place as he shoots his load into his mouth, grunting loudly as he does so.

Damian grabs Jey's chin and forces him to look up at Rhea.

"Kiss her," he orders, his voice firm but gentle. "Show her how much you enjoyed it."

Jey's face is flushed and he's still breathing heavily, but he obeys Damian's command. He leans up and captures Rhea's lips in a messy, cum-filled kiss.

Rhea moans into the kiss, tasting Damian's cum on Jey's tongue. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as they continue to make out.

Damian watches them with a satisfied smile, enjoying the sight of his two lovers kissing passionately. He runs his fingers through Jey's hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Such good lil pets."

Eventually, Rhea pulls away from the kiss, a trail of cum and saliva connecting their lips. She looks down at Jey with a smirk.

"You did so well, baby boy," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Such a good little cumslut."

Jey doesn't even try to hide the shy smile spreading across his face at their praise.

"Thank you, Mami and Papi," he whispers, his voice hoarse from the rough treatment.

Damian chuckles and leans down to nuzzle Jey's neck.

"You're welcome, Mi Amor."

[usoinked]

“Sleepwalking Through the Shadows”

Summary: What if Jey had crossed paths with Damian Priest while he was still the Right Hand Man of the Bloodline, and Damian was still part of The Judgment Day?

CW: Angst

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Jey Uso stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him in the dim light. His soft curls hung low over his forehead. His shoulders were tense, a storm of emotions swirling in his chest, but he couldn’t name them. He’d been living in the shadows lately, like a sleepwalker lost between his role as the right hand man and the man he was beneath his crumbling shell. Jey never felt this angry, this demented, and was certainly not much of a crashout until this point due to the mental and physical abuse from Roman. His mind raced with unanswered questions, his place within the Bloodline felt like more a prison than a family. The only person that really could comfort him in times like this was his twin brother Jimmy, but unfortunately he was still out with a knee injury. Luckily for him though, Paul was out running errands for Roman and wouldn’t be here for another forty five minutes at the least. And Roman wasn’t here tonight at all, which gave him some time to reflect on everything that’s been happening lately.

Just then, the door to the locker room creaked open. Jey didn’t turn around; he knew who it was without having to look. The slow, deliberate footfalls were unmistakable.

Damian Priest stepped into the room, his presence magnetic, shadowy. The faint glow of the hallway lights illuminated the hard lines of his face, the dark glint in his eyes. His Puerto Rican heritage was reflected in the intensity he carried, like a simmering storm that could burst at any second. Him and Damian never really spoke much, however, they did see each other when Jey would be trailing behind Roman through the backstage hallways. Even behind that serious persona Damian had, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

“¿Todo bien, hermano?” Damian’s voice was smooth, but there was a certain weight to it—like he was asking more than just about Jey’s physical state.

Jey sighed, finally turning to face him, a mask of indifference plastered over his expression. But Damian could see through it. He always could.

“Yeah,” Jey muttered, though the word felt hollow even as he said it. “Just tired. A lot on my mind, you know?”

Damian stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been sleepwalking through it all, huh?” he said, his voice lowering, a touch of concern hidden behind the sharpness. “Just going through the motions.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, meeting Damian’s gaze, the intensity of it unsettling him just a little. “Man what’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back, his tone defensive.

Damian didn’t back down. “It means you ain’t living, Jey,” he said, his words heavy with meaning. “I see you, man. You’re trapped in your head, stuck between what you think you gotta do and what you wanna do. No one can live like that forever.” He stepped closer, his voice a little softer but still firm. “No me hagas esto, hermano. You deserve more.”

Jey swallowed hard, fighting the urge to look away. He didn’t want to admit it, but Damian was right. Something inside him had been shutting down for weeks. He didn’t know where the Bloodline was taking him, but he didn’t think he could keep playing the role of the right hand man for much longer.

“You ain’t the only one trapped in their own mind,” Jey muttered, voice low. “Guess we both stuck, huh?”

Damian’s eyes flashed for a moment, and he took another step closer, closing the distance between them. There was a fire in his gaze, like he was trying to pull Jey out of his own personal prison. “No, you ain’t stuck, Jey,” he said, his voice soft but full of an intensity that hit Jey in a place he didn’t know existed. “You just scared to step outta that shadow. But you don’t have to do this alone. Let me help you, hermano.”

Jey was silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling in a storm of doubt and uncertainty. The words hung in the air between them like an invisible tether, pulling him in, making it harder to fight. His eyes flicked down to Damian’s hand, inches away from his arm, the temptation of the offer lingering there, unspoken.

“Man, I don’t need nobody to help me,” Jey said, his voice just above a whisper, but even he could hear the lie in it.

Damian’s gaze softened, his hand reaching out slowly, fingers brushing the back of Jey’s neck in a gesture that was both gentle and firm. “You don’t gotta be alone in this, Jey. I got you. We got this.”

Jey stiffened, but only for a second. The pressure of the moment began to ease, replaced by something deeper, something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. Damian’s touch was grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, like someone was finally seeing past the mask he’d put on for years.

Jey looked at him, not saying anything at first. The words weren’t there—he didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. But in the quiet, Damian didn’t need him to. The understanding between them was clear, even if neither one said it out loud.

The two men stood in the dark room, close but not touching, the weight of the silence heavy with all the things they both knew but couldn’t quite say. Jey didn’t know if he was ready to break free yet, but with Damian standing there, with that steady, unwavering presence, he was starting to believe he didn’t have to walk this path alone.

Damian’s lips parted as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jey’s ear. “I ain’t leaving you in the dark. You ain’t gotta be a sleepwalker no more, Jey.”

Jey closed his eyes, a sense of relief settling over him. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, or how to even move forward, but Damian’s presence, his words, they made it all feel a little less impossible. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop sleepwalking through his own life.

He didn’t answer back because he didn’t need to. With the new found respect that Jey had for Damian, hearing and understanding him was all he needed.

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Note: The atmosphere I wanted for this story is deeply influenced by the mood and themes in “Sleepwalker” by Adam Lambert, which talks about feeling lost, disconnected, and emotionally trapped. Not to mention it’s also a really good song imo. Anyway, with the emotional intensity, longing, and complexity of both Jey and Damian’s characters—especially in the moments where Jey feels like he’s been sleepwalking through his own life—are reflected in Damian’s desire to pull him out of that state! So Damian offers some understanding, companionship, and a way out, not just from the shadows but also from the emotional isolation Jey feels🫶🏽😌

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Good Boy | Sub!Jey Uso x Dom!Damian Priest (with a little bit of Switch!Rhea at the end) | SMUT! 18+

Description: Damian Priest puts a Bratty Jey Uso in his place.

Warnings: Degradation, Man handling, Praise, Handjob, Oral, love bites, teasing, edging, swallowing, begging, petnames, face fucking, multiple partners, Dom/sub dynamic - or more particularly Dom/Switch/Switch dynamic.

Requested by: @lov3rla03 and some of her lovely horny anons.

Shoutout to @acute-crashout-jeyuso for the Spanish tips!

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It had to have been at least an hour of Damian going off on him in a mixture of English and Spanish for his reckless air headed behavior.

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When Jey had agreed to sharing a hotel room with Rhea and Damian on this live show tour he had no idea Rhea would disappear on them leaving him to get lectured by the big man.

Damian glares at Jey, his eyes burning with anger and frustration. "You're a damn fool, you know that?" he says, his voice low and dangerous. "A complete and utter idiot."

Jey tries to protest, but Damian cuts him off with a sharp glare.

"No, don't even try to defend yourself," he says, his tone cold and dismissive. "Mr. 'I don't have any friends on RAW'. Are you kidding me? You'd rather walk into wargames a man down then ask for my help?"

Damian steps closer to Jey, towering over him with a menacing aura.

"You're so damn stubborn," he says, his voice laced with anger. "You're too damn proud to ask for help when you need it, and now look where it's gotten you."

Jey swallows hard, his eyes darting nervously as he looks up at Damian, but he tries not show it. He sucks his teeth, full of attitude. "Man, you had shit going on, uce."

Damian's eyes flash with anger at Jey's response. He grabs Jey by the collar of his shirt and pulls him closer, their faces only inches apart.

"Watch your mouth, Uso," he growls, his grip tightening on Jey's shirt. "I'm not in the mood for your attitude right now."

Jey tries to wrench himself free from Damian's grip, but it's no use. Damian is much stronger than him and he easily holds him in place.

"You need to learn some respect," Damian says, his voice low and dangerous, his chuckle sinister. He had every intention of showing why he'd at one point been referred to as 'the punishment of the judgement day'.

Damian pushes Jey back against the wall, pinning him there with his body. He leans in close, his breath hot against Jey's ear.

"I forgot, you only respond to being pushed around and bullied, huh?" Damian says, his lips curling into a smirk as he looks at Jey's defiant expression. He loves seeing that look on his face.

Damian runs his fingers along Jey's jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"You know, you look so pretty when you're being all bratty," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "All tough and unbreakable, but I know better."

Damian's hand slides down Jey's neck, his fingers tracing a path along his collarbone before coming to rest on his tattooed chest.

"You might put on a brave face, but deep down, you're just a submissive little toy," he says, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And you know it."

Jey grits his teeth, trying to suppress a shiver as Damian's hand moves over his chest. He can feel his resolve wavering, but he refuses to give in so easily.

"No the fuck I'm not," Jey mutters, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

Damian chuckles, enjoying the effect he's having on Jey. He leans in even closer, his lips hovering just millimeters away from Jey's ear.

"Oh?" he whispers, his voice low and sultry. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy, and you're going to love every second of it."

Damian's hand slides lower, his fingers tracing over Jey's abs before coming to rest on his hip. He pulls him closer, their bodies now pressed tightly.

Damian leans in, his lips brushing against Jey's neck, leaving a trail of kisses along his skin. He knows all of Jey's weak spots, and he's not afraid to use them to his advantage.

"You can't resist me," he murmurs, his breath hot against Jey's ear. "No matter how hard you try to be a little brat, you always end up submitting to me."

Damian's hands roam over Jey's body, exploring every inch of him as he continues to tease and torment him. He knows exactly how to make Jey's knees weak and his resolve crumble.

"Now, let's get you out of those clothes." Damian grins.

Damian takes a step back, his eyes roaming over Jey's body with a hungry gaze. He slowly begins to undress him, taking his time to tease and savor every moment.

As he removes each article of clothing, Damian leaves a trail of kisses and bites along Jey's skin, marking him as his own. He takes particular pleasure in the little gasps and moans that escape Jey's lips as he's stripped bare.

"Expect me not to believe you're a submissive lil toy when you run around in these slutty ass crop tops, Jey?" Damian chuckled condescendingly.

Jey flushes with embarrassment at Damian's words, but he can't deny the truth in them. He knows how much Damian loves seeing him in those crop tops, and how much it drives him crazy.

"Shut up," he mutters again, but there's no real bite to his words this time. He's already starting to lose control.

Damian chuckles again, enjoying the way Jey's body responds to his touch, the way his breathing quickens.

"You're so easy to rile up," he says, his hands sliding down to Jey's hips, pulling him closer. "And you're even easier to break."

Damian's lips find their way back to Jey's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. He knows that Jey's neck is one of his most sensitive spots, and he takes full advantage of that knowledge.

He can feel Jey's body trembling in his arms,

Damian's hand wraps around Jey's cock, his touch firm and deliberate. He begins to stroke him slowly, taking his time to build up the tension and tease him mercilessly.

He watches Jey's face closely, enjoying the way his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open in a silent gasp. He knows that Jey is already close to the edge, but he has no intention of letting him reach it just yet.

Damian smirks, enjoying the sight of Jey completely at his mercy. He can see the desperation in his eyes, the need for release that he's denying him.

"Not yet," he says, his voice low and commanding. "You don't get to come until I say so."

Jey whimpers, his body arching towards Damian's touch. He's aching for release, but he knows better than to disobey Damian.

"Please," he whispers, his voice ragged with need. "Please, I need to come."

Damian grins at Jey's plea, enjoying the power he has over him. He continues to stroke him, keeping a slow and steady pace that's driving Jey insane.

"Not. Yet." Damian practically growls.

Jey moans, his body trembling with need. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he knows that Damian won't let him go over until he's good and ready.

"Please, please, please," he begs, his voice rising in desperation. "Papi, Please.."

Damian's heart skips a beat at the sound of Jey calling him "Papi". It's a term of endearment that he secretly loves, and it only serves to make even more possessive and dominant.

He quickens the pace of his strokes, his grip on Jey's cock tightening as he watches his lover fall apart.

Jey's body is taut with tension, every muscle clenched as he struggles to hold back his orgasm. He's on the brink, so close that he can almost taste it.

But Damian isn't done yet. He slows his strokes again, keeping Jey right on the edge but not letting him fall over.

Jey lets out a frustrated cry, his body practically vibrating with need. He's so desperate to come that he's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he begs and pleads for release.

Damian grins, enjoying the sight of Jey so completely undone. He loves seeing him like this, reduced to a begging mess by his touch alone.

Damian finally takes pity on Jey, increasing the pace of his strokes once again. He knows that his lover can't hold on much longer, and he's determined to make this orgasm as intense as possible.

"Come for me, baby," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Let go."

Jey's body arches off the bed as he finally, finally, reaches his peak. He comes with a shout, his cock pulsing in Damian's hand as he spills over his own stomach.

Damian watches him with a satisfied smile, his eyes dark with lust. He loves seeing Jey come undone, knowing that he's the one who caused it.

Damian grins as he watches Jey come down from his orgasm, his chest heaving and his body still trembling from the aftershocks. He leans in, his tongue flicking out to lick up the cum that's splattered across Jey's stomach.

He takes his time, savoring the taste and the way Jey shudders under his touch. He licks and sucks at the skin, making sure to clean up every last drop.

Once he's finished, Damian sits back and admires his handiwork. Jey is a mess beneath him, his skin flushed and sweaty, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Damian runs his hands up and down Jey's thighs, his touch possessive and soothing at the same time. "You're so beautiful like this, Caríno.." he murmurs, his eyes roaming over Jey's body hungrily. "All spent and exhausted."

Jey lets out a soft moan, his body still tingling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He's exhausted, but he can feel his arousal building again as Damian continues to touch him.

Damian can sense the shift in Jey's body, the way his muscles tense and his breathing quickens again. He grins, knowing that he is already ready for more.

"Be a good boy and suck my cock, Jey."

Jey nods weakly, his eyes still hazy with pleasure. He struggles to push himself up onto his elbows, but he manages to scoot forward and position himself between Damian's legs.

He looks up at Damian with a mix of adoration and desire, his lips parted and waiting.

Damian watches as Jey takes him into his mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he's engulfed in the wet heat of his mouth. He tangles his fingers in Jey's messy brown curls holding him in place as he starts to thrust gently into his mouth.

"That's it, baby," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that."

Jey's mouth is perfect, taking Damian's cock all the way down to the base without complaint. He relaxes his throat, allowing Damian to take control and use his mouth as he pleases.

Damian moans, his grip on Jey's hair tightening as he begins to fuck his mouth in earnest. He knows that Jey can take it, that he loves being used like this.

Jey's eyes flutter closed as he focuses on pleasing Damian, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock with each thrust. He can feel Damian getting close, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate.

Damian's breathing grows ragged, his hips jerking as he gets closer and closer to the edge. He looks down at Jey, his expression one of pure pleasure and adoration.

With a final, rough thrust, Damian comes undone. He spills down Jey's throat, his body tensing as he rides out his orgasm.

Jey swallows everything he's given, his eyes locked on Damian's face as he watches him come apart.

Damian pulls out of Jey's mouth, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He looks down at Jey, a mixture of affection and possessiveness in his gaze.

"You're incredible," he says, his voice still rough from his orgasm. "You take me so well, baby."

Jey smiles up at him, his lips swollen and slick with spit. He leans into Damian's touch as he reaches out to stroke his hair, his body humming with satisfaction.

"Anything for you, Papi," he murmurs, his voice hoarse from the abuse to his throat.

Damian pulls Jey up into his lap, holding him close as they both come down from their respective highs. He runs his hands up and down Jey's back, his touch gentle and soothing.

"You're all mine," he whispers, his lips brushing against Jey's ear.

Jey snuggles into Damian's chest, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. He lets out a contented sigh, basking in the afterglow.

"Always," he whispers back, his arms wrapping tightly around Damian's waist.

"You share with Rhea though." Jey corrected with a sly grin.

Damian chuckles, his grip on Jey tightening slightly. "Mhm, She is the only exception, Amor."

Jey and Damian both adore her. Jey was a switch and so was Rhea. Damian was the only one in their little trio with no submissive bone in his body.

They have a unique dynamic, with Damian being the dominant one in their relationship and Rhea and Jey switching between dominating and submitting to each other but Damian always being truly in charge. It works for them, and they're all incredibly happy with their arrangement. A little group of best friends who happen to fuck and be madly in love. "Where is Mami anyway?" Jey asked

Damian chuckled again, running his fingers through Jey's hair. "Probably plotting our downfall, as usual," he teased. "She had some business to attend to earlier, but she should be back soon."

As if on cue, the door to the room bursts open and Rhea strides in, a smirk on her face. She takes in the scene in front of her, Jey curled up in Damian's lap, both of them still looking thoroughly debauched.

"Well, well, well," she chuckles. "What do we have here?"

Damian grins up at her, his arms still wrapped tightly around Jey. "Just having a little fun with our boy," he says, his voice playful. "But now that you're here, we can have even more fun."

Rhea saunters over to the bed, her eyes glinting with mischief. She climbs onto the bed and straddles Damian's lap, effectively trapping Jey between them.

"I see you've been busy," she says, her gaze raking over Jey's body. "Baby boy looks so wrecked."

Jey shivers under her gaze, his body responding to her presence even as he's still recovering from his earlier orgasm.

Damian chuckles, his hands sliding down to grip Jey's hips. "He's still sensitive," he says, his voice low and rough. "But I'm sure we can coax another orgasm out of him."

Rhea grins wickedly, her eyes locking onto Jey's. "Oh, I'm sure we can," she purrs. "He's such a good boy, always willing to please."

She reaches out and cups Jey's cheek, her touch gentle but possessive. "Isn't that right, my sweet?"

"Yes, Mami." Jey agreed.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

6WITCH: Jey x Rhea x Damian fanfic.

Chapter One: The Afterglow

The suite smelled like fresh laundry, faint cologne, and alcohol. The remnants of their WrestleMania celebration were scattered across the marble countertops—half-empty beer bottles, an open bottle of vodka, and their personal objects like wallets and key cards. The weight of their victories still hung in the air, inviting and intoxicating, but not quite enough to shake the exhaustion settling into their muscles.

Rhea Ripley stretched out on the couch, legs crossed beneath her, clad in nothing but an oversized band tee and a pair of loose pajama shorts. The adrenaline from the night was finally wearing off, but the glow of her undisputed victory hadn’t dulled one bit. Two championship belts lay beside her, catching the dim hotel lighting, a reminder that she had everything she’d ever wanted.

Jey Uso sat across from her, shirtless, his freshly crowned World Heavyweight Championship resting on the coffee table in front of him. He was still riding the high of the night, of finally proving that he could stand alone and hold the gold to show for it. His grin hadn’t faded since the moment he walked through the curtain, still buzzing from the roar of the crowd, from the feel of his hand being raised in victory.

Damian Priest leaned against the arm of the couch, his Intercontinental Championship slung lazily over his shoulder. He had a beer in one hand, the other lazily tapping against his knee, his long frame stretched out as if he had nothing left to prove—but they all knew this night meant everything to him.

“Man…” Jey exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk as he raised his beer toward the others. “Y’all realize what we just did?”

Rhea smirked, grabbing her vodka glass and clinking it against his. “We made history.”

Damian chuckled, the deep rumble of it filling the space between them. “We fucking ran that show.”

They laughed, the kind of laugh that came from exhaustion, pride, and just enough alcohol to make everything feel a little lighter.

“Crazy how it all lined up like that,” Jey mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Three of us. Three victories. Same night.”

“It was fate,” Rhea teased, arching a brow at him as she leaned back.

Jey tilted his head, studying her with the kind of lazy amusement that came from years of knowing her. “You believe in all that?”

Rhea shrugged, twirling the glass in her fingers. “I believe in shit happening for a reason.”

Damian hummed in agreement. “Tonight felt like the start of something.” His voice was lower now, thoughtful.

A beat passed between them.

Rhea felt it first. That unspoken shift. The kind that had always been there but had never been acknowledged. It was in the way Jey looked at her—no different than before, yet somehow heavier. In the way Damian took another slow sip of his beer, watching her over the rim of the bottle like he was considering something he’d never let himself before.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the high of their victories. Maybe it was the fact that no one else was around, that there were no cameras, no locker room politics, no outside noise. Just them.

Whatever it was, it made the air feel different.

Rhea stretched, adjusting her seat on the couch, fully aware of the way both men’s eyes briefly flickered to the movement before they looked away. “Y’know,” she said, shifting the mood again, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… untouchable.”

Jey smirked. “Like a final boss.”

“Like a fucking queen,” Damian corrected, and the way he said it sent a slow chill up Rhea’s spine.

She lifted her drink in a mock toast. “To being the best in the business.”

Jey clinked his beer bottle against hers. “To owning this shit.”

Damian knocked his bottle against theirs, voice dropping into something lower, more intent. “To the three of us.”

They drank, the silence stretching just a little too long afterward.

Something about tonight felt different.

And none of them knew what that meant yet.

Jey’s phone vibrated, breaking the quiet moment in the room. He grabbed it, his face already contorting into a playful grimace as he saw the message from Jon.

“Yo, you sure you’re not coming? Trinity’s really looking forward to it.”

Jey snorted and typed back, “Nah, I’m good. With Damian and Rhea tonight.”

His finger hovered over the send button for a moment before he pressed it, rolling his eyes as he saw the response: a big, annoyed face emoji.

Damian caught the shift in Jey’s expression, his eyes narrowing as he set his beer down on the table. “You need to just let loose for a bit, man,” Damian said, his voice calm but firm, like he was giving Jey a gentle shove in the right direction.

Jey looked at him, a hint of amusement and frustration playing on his face. “It’s not that simple, bro. It’s Jon. He thinks I’m ditching him.”

“How about we do something to get your mind off of it?”

Rhea, who had been quietly watching the exchange, leaned forward from the couch with a mischievous grin. “Hell yeah, you wanna play a game? Maybe that’ll get your mind out of it for a while.”

Jey’s lips twitched into a smile as he looked at her, feeling the weight of the tension start to melt away. “A game, huh?” he said, his voice lightening. “You think that’ll do the trick?”

Damian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game we talking about here?”

Rhea stood up from the couch, walking over to her bag with a smirk. “I’ve got a couple of options. Hold on.” She rummaged through it for a moment, pulling out two boxes. “Uno Dare Adults Only, or good ol’ Candyland.”

Jey and Damian exchanged a look, both of them silently processing the options. Jey was the first to speak up, raising an eyebrow. “Candyland? You seriously wanna play a kiddie game right now?”

Damian chuckled but wasn’t dismissing the idea. “Candyland sounds… cute,” he said sarcastically, still unsure if he wanted to get into a sugar-coated game.

But Rhea wasn’t having it. She slid the Candyland box aside and held up the other one triumphantly. “Uno Dare Adults Only. Now, this… this could be fun.”

Damian’s head tilted, his curiosity piqued. “What’s Uno Dare Adults Only? Like, extra wild? Is it… like Uno but with a twist?”

Rhea’s eyes lit up with amusement as she sat back down on the couch, holding the box in her hands like it was a treasure. “Oh, it’s wild alright,” she said, leaning forward, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “You draw cards, and they make you do stuff. Some stuff’s harmless, like dancing or singing. Others… well, let’s just say there are some challenges that’ll test how far you’re willing to go.”

Jey laughed, shaking his head. “Sounds like a mess.” He gave a playful glance at Damian, who was already smirking.

“Exactly,” Damian said, his eyes glinting with interest. “You sure this is what you want, Rhea? I’m not scared.”

Rhea shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an edge to her voice. “You’ll see. It’s fun. Trust me.”

The challenge hung in the air as Jey and Damian exchanged a glance, both of them intrigued by what was coming next. Jey’s mood had lightened significantly since they’d started talking, but he could feel the tension from earlier still lingering in the back of his mind. The idea of letting loose, of shaking off all the responsibilities that weighed on him, felt more and more appealing.

“Alright, I’m in,” Jey finally said, his tone playful. “Let’s do it.”

Damian leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Well, now that we’ve got the party started, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

Rhea grinned, her fingers expertly opening the box and spreading the cards out on the table. “I’ll go first,” she said, pulling a card with a smirk. “I dare… Jey.”

Jey looked at her, intrigued. “What’s the dare?”

She waved the card slightly in front of him. “You have to do five push-ups right now. In front of us. No cheating.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Alright, you’re on.”

Damian laughed, clearly entertained by the sudden shift in energy. “This is gonna be a fun night,” he muttered to himself as he leaned back, watching the playful challenge unfold.

Jey dropped to the floor and started his push-ups, each one punctuated by a light chuckle as Rhea and Damian cheered him on. The room was filled with laughter, the sound of their playful banter echoing off the walls.

The game was just beginning, but for Jey, Damian, and Rhea, the night felt like the perfect opportunity to forget everything else—even for just a little while. It was a moment of escape, where the weight of their victories, their struggles, and their responsibilities could be left at the door.

And just for tonight, they could just be themselves—no pressure, no expectations. Just three people enjoying each other’s company.

Jey finished his last push-up, smirking as he stood back up, flexing just a little for effect. “That was too easy,” he teased, reaching for his beer. “You gotta do better than that, Rhea.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but grinned, shuffling the deck. “Alright, big shot, let’s see if you’re still talking when things get real.” She pulled another card, her eyes scanning over it before a slow, devious smile spread across her lips. “Damian, you’re up.”

Damian sat up straighter, intrigued. “Hit me with it.”

Rhea read the dare aloud, her voice dripping with mischief. “You have to kiss the person to your left.”

All three of them froze for a brief second before their gazes flickered between each other. Jey was to Damian’s left.

Jey’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned back. “Ayo.”

Damian let out a deep chuckle, clearly amused. “Damn, Rhea. You really tryna make things weird?”

Rhea shrugged, feigning innocence. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. The deck did.”

Jey narrowed his eyes at her. “You picked this game on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

Damian ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head with a grin. “You good, Uce? Or you tapping out?”

Jey exhaled, then downed a sip of his beer before shrugging. “Man, it’s just a game.”

Damian smirked. “That’s the spirit.”

With an exaggerated sense of dramatics, Damian leaned in, pressing a quick peck to Jey’s cheek. The second it happened, Rhea burst into laughter, Jey wiped at his cheek with mock disgust, and Damian leaned back, looking unbothered.

“There. Done,” Damian said, popping the cap off another beer. “Now gimme my damn turn.”

Rhea was still laughing as she handed him the deck. “Fine, fine. Pick your dare, big guy.”

Damian pulled a card and glanced at it, then slowly lifted his eyes toward Rhea. His lips curled into something almost sinister. “Oh, this one’s perfect. Rhea, you have to sit on Jey’s lap for the next three rounds.”

Rhea’s laughter immediately died in her throat. “Wait, hold on—”

Jey nearly choked on his drink. “Bruh.”

Damian waggled the card at her. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. The deck does.” He threw her words right back at her.

Rhea stared at him, then at Jey, who was still looking like he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or concerned. “That’s… a long time,” she muttered.

“You scared, champ?” Damian taunted.

Rhea scoffed. “Please.”

Damian gestured toward Jey’s lap. “Then go ahead.”

Jey sat back, one hand running down his face. “Man, this game is wild.”

Rhea took a deep breath, then moved over, settling herself onto Jey’s lap like it was no big deal. She was lightweight against him, but the shift in atmosphere was undeniable.

Jey tried to play it cool, resting his arms on the back of the couch. “Alright. Next round.”

Damian pulled another card, his smirk only growing. “Oh, you really gonna love this one.”

The night was only getting started, and the dares were getting worse by the second.

Jey could feel the heat of Rhea’s body against his, and if he said it didn’t affect him, he’d be lying. He kept his hands to himself, though, keeping his arms stretched along the couch as if the distance would somehow help. But he could see the way she would slightly shift, her round backside brushing up against him, he wouldn’t sit here and lie: but he had to admit, he always wanted to see how Rhea took it from the back.

Damian, on the other hand, was thriving on the beginning sexual tension, his smirk widening as he glanced at his new card. “Alright, Jey,” he announced, his voice laced with mischief. “Your turn, Uce.”

Jey exhaled, already knowing this was about to be some bullshit. “Let’s hear it.”

Damian tilted the card toward the dim hotel lighting, his eyes scanning the text. Then he chuckled. “You have to whisper something dirty in Rhea’s ear.”

The air in the suite shifted.

Rhea stiffened slightly on Jey’s lap, and his entire body tensed beneath her. Even Damian—who had been enjoying pushing the limits—was now leaning back, watching how this played out.

Jey ran a hand down his face. “Bruh. What kinda—”

“Hey,” Damian interrupted, holding up the card with mock innocence. “The deck makes the rules.”

Rhea cleared her throat, glancing at Jey. “We can just drink instead,” she offered. “Skip it.”

Jey’s eyes flicked between her and Damian, then down at his drink. The alcohol was already humming in his system, making his usual inhibitions a little duller than they should’ve been.

Finally, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Rhea’s ear.

“I been thinking ‘bout this all night,” he murmured low enough that only she could hear. “You sittin’ on me like this? Makes me want to see that ass bounce on my dick.”

A slow shiver ran down Rhea’s spine, and she exhaled shakily, gripping the edge of her shorts. She wasn’t sure if it was the vodka, the atmosphere, or the fact that Jey’s voice in her ear had done something to her, but she felt a warmth creep up her neck.

Jey leaned back, as if nothing had happened, his face unreadable.

Rhea swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Uh… next round?”

Damian, for once, seemed genuinely taken aback before recovering with a slow, knowing smirk. “Damn, okay,” he muttered, shuffling the deck.

But he wasn’t done stirring the pot just yet.

He drew his next card and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, this one’s a good one,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate. “Rhea… you have to kiss someone in this room. And it ain’t specify where.”

Rhea’s heart jumped in her chest.

Jey’s jaw twitched.

Damian tilted his head, waiting. “So, champ… who’s it gonna be?”

Rhea drummed her fingers against her thigh, eyes flicking between Jey and Damian. The weight of the dare pressed against her like a loaded gun, daring her to pull the trigger.

The vodka burned in her veins, clouding her hesitation. It was just a game. Just another round. Nothing more.

Right?

Damian watched her with that same amused smirk, but there was something unreadable in his dark eyes—like he was testing her, waiting to see what she’d do.

Jey, on the other hand, was tense beneath her. His jaw was clenched, arms still stretched along the back of the couch like he was forcing himself to stay relaxed. But she could feel it. The shift in his breathing. The way his muscles coiled under her.

Rhea exhaled, slow and steady, before making her decision.

She turned to Damian first.

He barely had time to react before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the sharp line of his jaw. It was quick, barely lingering, but it was enough to send a wave of heat through the room.

When she pulled back, Damian let out a low chuckle, rubbing the spot she’d kissed. “Damn, that’s all I get?”

Rhea smirked. “You didn’t say where, papi.”

Damian laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

But Jey hadn’t said a word.

Rhea turned her head slightly, catching the way his fingers flexed against the couch. His expression was unreadable, but the heat in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

The air was now filled with something that hadn’t been there before.

Jey exhaled sharply through his nose, then reached for his beer, taking a long sip before setting it down with a soft clink. “Next round,” he muttered.

Damian, ever the instigator, grabbed the deck, clearly enjoying the tension. “Alright, let’s keep the energy up.”

He pulled another card, reading it with a wicked grin.

“Oh, this is perfect,” he said, dragging out the word. He looked between Jey and Rhea like he’d just been handed front-row seats to his own personal drama.

“Jey,” Damian continued. “You gotta bite Rhea. Anywhere you want.”

Rhea’s breath hitched.

Jey’s fingers twitched against his knee.

The room was too hot now, too small.

Damian leaned back, sipping his beer, watching them like a man who had set fire to something just to see how it would burn.

“So, Uce,” he said, his grin widening. “You gonna do it or be a chicken?”

Jey’s grip on his beer tightened, his knuckles flexing around the bottle as Damian’s taunts echoed between them.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Damian smirked, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. “Jey ain’t gonna do it. Man’s all talk.”

Rhea could feel Jey’s body tighten beneath her, his breath exhaling through his nose slow and controlled—but the way his fingers curled against his thigh gave him away.

Damian wasn’t done. He was never done.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with it, Uce.” Damian shrugged, the wicked glint in his eye making it clear he was enjoying every second of this. “Some people just ain’t built for the heat.”

Rhea swallowed, shifting slightly. The air in the room was shifting again, stretching that invisible wire between them so tight it was bound to snap.

Jey stayed silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. But the challenge in Damian’s words—some people just ain’t built for the heat—hung between them like smoke.

Jey wasn’t the type to back down.

He never had been.

Without a word, he adjusted Rhea to face him, his hands suddenly on her hips, firm and possessive, grounding her. The shift was so sudden that she barely had time to react before she felt the heat of his body pressing closer.

Her breath stilled.

The weight of his stare burned into her, dark and unreadable, the kind of look that made her chest tighten and her stomach twist.

And then, Jey moved.

It was slow—so slow it was agonizing—the way he dipped his head toward her, his lips barely grazing the skin of her shoulder. It was deliberate, teasing, every fraction of movement dragging out the tension until it was nearly unbearable.

Rhea’s fingers twitched against her thigh, her skin burning from the proximity, from the warmth of his breath ghosting over her.

Then—he bit her.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was firm, just enough pressure to make her body jolt, to make her fingers dig into his forearm. It sent a shiver straight through her, sharp and electric, curling in her gut like a slow-building fire.

Jey didn’t pull away immediately.

He lingered.

His teeth stayed pressed against her skin for a beat too long, just enough to make her thighs squeeze together involuntarily. His breath was hot against her collarbone, his grip on her hips tightening like he was anchoring himself.

Rhea felt dizzy.

The vodka was one thing, but this—this was something else entirely.

Finally, finally, Jey pulled back, his lips barely brushing over the spot he’d just bitten before he leaned away, his expression unreadable.

Rhea exhaled shakily, her pulse roaring in her ears. She thought of Jey, a whole bunch of thoughts running through her brain at a million miles per hour. She slowly lifted herself off Jey and that’s when he saw it: a slight wetness through her pajamas shorts and his growing erection.

The room felt different now.

The game had changed.

And Damian, always the devil on their shoulders, let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well, shit.” He chuckled, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Uce.”

Jey grabbed his beer and took a slow sip, still not saying a damn word. He didn’t even look at Damian when he muttered, “Shut up.”

Rhea swallowed hard, her skin still tingling, still burning.

Damian was watching them both now, eyes flicking between them, his smirk deepening.

“Oh, this is about to be real interesting,” he murmured, amusement dripping from every word.

Rhea’s skin still burned where Jey had bit her, the memory of his teeth lingering like a ghost of something unfinished. Jey, for his part, looked unbothered, but she wasn’t fooled. The way his thumb absentmindedly tapped against his beer bottle told her everything. They were toeing a line none of them had acknowledged out loud.

“Player on your right has to kiss both players in the game for a full ten seconds.”

The silence stretched.

Jey was on Damian’s right.

Rhea was on Jey’s right.

Rhea’s breath hitched.

Jey exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around his bottle before he set it down.

Rhea didn’t move.

She should have made a joke, maybe tossed in some smartass comment to cut the tension, but she couldn’t. Not when she could feel Jey’s hesitation, not when she could see the way Damian was watching him, waiting.

Waiting to see if he’d actually do it.

Jey’s jaw flexed.

And then—he made his decision.

He turned to Rhea first.

His movements were slow, hesitant almost. A silent warning, a question that hung in the space between them. He was giving her time to stop this, to tell him no.

She didn’t.

Instead, she tilted her chin up ever so slightly, a silent invitation.

Jey moved in.

The second their lips met, it was like a the wire snapped—months of pent up frustration, of lingering touches and stolen glances, igniting into something scorching.

Jey kissed her like he had something to prove, like he was claiming her, one hand cupping her jaw, the other fisting into the hem of her pajama top, as if holding himself back.

Rhea barely had time to process the heat of it before it was over.

Jey pulled back, his breath uneven.

The moment barely had time to settle before he turned toward Damian.

If there was hesitation in Jey before, it was gone now.

Damian held his gaze, his expression unreadable, but there was something beneath it—something dark, something expectant.

And when Jey finally closed the distance, Damian met him halfway.

This kiss was different.

Slower.

Deeper.

Like they were testing the weight of it, feeling the edges of something neither of them had ever dared to touch before.

Damian was the one who broke it, his teeth catching Jey’s bottom lip before he pulled back, smirking. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it, Uce,” he murmured.

“Man, shut the fuck up.”

Jey never realized how loud silence could be until now.

It filled the hotel suite like a fog, settling in the spaces between them. He could still feel it—the heat of Rhea’s lips, the way Damian tasted like vodka, the weight of the choice they had just made without saying a damn word.

And now?

Now, the spell was broken by a knock at the door.

“Room service!”

Jey blinked, his mind taking a second too long to process what was happening. Then it hit him. His burger. The one he ordered over an hour ago, back when things were still simple—before dares, before lines blurred, before he felt the weight of two different mouths on his.

He stood up, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he made his way to the door. It felt weird to move, like he wasn’t fully back in his body yet… partially because his crouch area was tight. He cracked his neck, inhaled deep, then opened the door.

A hotel worker stood there, a polite smile on his face, holding a tray. “Here you are, sir.”

Jey nodded, slipping him a tip and taking the tray without another word. The smell of hot fries and grilled beef should have made his stomach growl, but all it did was remind him how far they’d strayed from normal.

He shut the door and turned back to the couch.

Rhea was still curled up in the corner, her legs tucked under her, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t looking at him, not really—her gaze kept flickering between him and Damian, like she was waiting for someone to say something first.

Damian, on the other hand, was stretched out, the muscle tank doing nothing to hide the lazy confidence in his posture. He dragged a hand through his hair, letting out a short chuckle. “Damn. Forgot you even ordered that.”

Jey shrugged. “Had other shit on my mind.”

The weight of those words sat between them.

He placed the tray on the table, lifting the silver dome to reveal a perfectly cooked burger, crispy fries on the side. He should eat. Should focus on something normal.

But normal had left the room a long time ago.

Jey picked up a fry, rolling it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, watching as Damian’s smirk deepened.

“So,” Damian drawled, his voice low, teasing, but laced with something else. “We just gonna pretend that didn’t happen?”

Rhea let out a soft breath through her nose, her fingers still playing with the hem of her shirt. “You wanna pretend it didn’t?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Jey’s stomach twisted—not from nerves, but from the weight of knowing there was no going back now.

He swallowed, set his burger down, and leaned back against the couch. His fingers drummed against his thigh, his mind racing through a million different outcomes.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“Nah.” His voice was rough. Honest.

He met Rhea’s gaze first, then Damian’s.

They all knew.

They all felt it.

For a moment, the weight of their unsaid thoughts lingered between them, the room was charged. None of them wanted to be the first to move, to break whatever fragile tension still hung in the air.

Then Rhea stretched, slow and deliberate, pushing off the couch with ease. The oversized pajama shirt she wore draped over her frame, teasing the curve of her thighs as she stood. She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling like she was trying to clear her head.

“I’m gonna go to my room,” she murmured, voice smooth, unreadable.

Jey’s eyes flickered up to her, something unreadable in his stare. Damian, lounging against the couch, traced the rim of his vodka glass with his finger, watching her just as intently.

They knew what this was.

She walked toward the bedroom door, fingers curling around the handle. The soft click of the latch echoed in the quiet room as she pulled it open, but before stepping inside, she turned back.

Rhea’s lips curved into the slightest smirk, eyes flicking between the two men still seated on the couch.

“Bed is big enough for three.”

A breeze rolled in through the cracked window, stirring the air.

Neither Jey nor Damian spoke, but the shift was instant. Jey’s grip tightened against his knee, his jaw flexing. Damian, always the more openly reckless of the two, let out a low hum, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

Rhea held their gazes for another beat, her smirk widening just slightly before she turned on her heel, stepping inside and leaving the door open behind her.

The invitation lingered.

Jey exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly as if trying to steady himself. Damian was already watching him, sharp amusement flickering behind his dark eyes.

“Well, Uce?” Damian murmured, voice low, edged with challenge.

Jey dragged a hand down his face, but there was no denying the way his body had already made the decision before his mind could catch up.

Without a word, he stood.

Damian smirked and followed.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

6WITCH: a Jey x Rhea x Damian fic.

Chapter 2: The Morning After

Jey woke up to the quiet hum of the hotel suite, his body sinking into the mattress, exhaustion still clinging to his muscles. For a moment, he didn’t move. His eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, his mind sluggishly processing the weight of the night before.

Then he turned his head—and that’s when he saw it.

The scattered remnants of passion littered across the floor. The discarded sheets, the empty glasses, the way the air still carried the faint scent of sweat and vodka. It was all there, undeniable proof of the line they had crossed.

“She tastes fucking sweet..”

“Let me taste her…”

“Sharing is caring…”

Jey inhaled sharply.

He needed to move.

Carefully, he shifted out of bed, mindful not to stir the tangled bodies beside him. He stood, grabbing his jeans off the floor and yanking them on with a quiet urgency. His shirt was somewhere—he didn’t bother looking for it.

“Make her cum Jey..”

“You could do it Rhea.. cum for us..”

Barefoot, he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him with barely a sound.

“Tell me what you want..”

“I want YOU to fuck my mouth..”

“Tell me what you want..”

“I want YOU to fuck my pussy..”

The suite was still, the only noise coming from the distant hum of the city beyond the windows. Jey moved quickly, slipping on his sneakers and throwing on a hoodie by the door before stepping out into the hall. The moment the door clicked shut behind him, he exhaled, shoulders rolling back as if shaking off the weight of what had just happened.

He made a beeline for the elevator, pressing the button with more force than necessary. The numbers ticked down slowly, too damn slowly, but eventually, the doors slid open, and he stepped inside.

As the elevator descended, he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his mind racing.

“Damn she’s really tight, Damian…”

“She’s a fucking natural using her mouth..”

Was he tripping?

Had they really—

The ding of the elevator cut off the thought.

The lobby was bustling when he stepped out, the breakfast buffet in full swing. The scent of fresh coffee and crispy bacon hit him instantly, and for a second, he considered just walking out—finding somewhere else to be, somewhere quieter.

But then—

“Yo, you joining now or what?”

Jey barely had time to react before his twin’s voice cut through the noise.

Jon was already seated at one of the tables, his plate stacked high with food. Across from him, Trinity sipped at her orange juice, already mid-breakfast.

Jey hesitated for half a second, then forced himself forward.

“Something like that,” he muttered, grabbing a plate and quickly piling it with eggs, bacon, and toast. He wasn’t even sure he was hungry, but it gave him something to do, something to focus on.

He slid into the seat across from Trinity, reaching for a fork.

Trinity eyed him over the rim of her glass, brows raising slightly. “How was your night?”

Jey’s grip tightened around the fork for a beat too long.

His mind flashed back—Rhea’s smirk in the doorway, Damian’s teasing challenge, the heat, the tangle of limbs, the way everything blurred together like a fever dream.

“…It was a night,” Jey said, keeping his voice even, casual.

Jon snorted. “Yeah? That all we get?”

Jey just shoved a piece of bacon into his mouth and chewed. Because, really—what the hell was he supposed to say?

Trinity tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing as she set her glass down.

“Why are you wearing Damian’s sweater?”

Jey froze mid-chew.

His eyes flicked downward as if he hadn’t noticed before—but sure enough, the dark hoodie draped over his frame was definitely Damian’s. The scent of cologne and vodka clung to the fabric, and the sleeves were just a little too long, bunching at his wrists.

Jey exhaled through his nose, forcing himself to shrug like it was nothing. “Didn’t feel like looking for mine.”

Jon raised a brow. “Bruh, you left your whole damn room to come down here, and you just threw on that?”

Jey shoveled another forkful of eggs into his mouth, ignoring the way Trinity’s gaze sharpened like she was piecing something together.

“I was in a rush,” he said through the food, keeping his voice lazy, uninterested.

Trinity leaned in slightly, her lips pressing together in thought.

“You were in a rush…” she echoed, dragging the words out.

Jey kept chewing. Kept his eyes on his plate.

Jon, meanwhile, was already moving on, more focused on finishing his breakfast than analyzing his twin’s choice of outerwear. “Man, you coulda just said you crashed in their room. Ain’t that deep.”

Trinity, however, wasn’t done. “So, what, you were so tired you just threw on Damian’s hoodie, left the suite, and came down here like nothing?”

Jey’s jaw flexed.

He could feel her staring, trying to dissect him.

He swallowed, finally lifting his gaze. “Trin, you ask too many damn questions this early in the morning.”

Trinity let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I’m just saying—it’s not every day you come strolling in looking like you just rolled out of somebody’s bed.”

Jey almost choked on his next bite.

Jon, oblivious as ever, just sipped his coffee. “Let the man eat, babe.”

But Trinity was watching. Closely.

Jey knew she was good at this—at reading between the lines, at catching the details people wanted to ignore. And right now? Right now, he could tell she was already filing this away, storing it for later.

Jey exhaled, forcing himself to smirk. “Yeah, yeah. You done?”

“For now,” she said, taking another sip of her juice. “But I know there’s a story here.”

Jey rolled his eyes and went back to eating, but damn if he didn’t feel like he was already caught.

—

Rhea sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist as the reality of Jey’s absence settled in. The night had been intense—more than she expected, more than she was even willing to admit. But waking up alone, without him beside her, left a dull ache in her chest that she couldn’t shake.

She ran a hand down her face, exhaling through her nose before glancing to her side. Damian was still there, sprawled across the bed like he didn’t have a single care in the world. His arm was draped lazily over his stomach, lips parted slightly in sleep. At least one of them wasn’t running.

Rhea shifted, nudging his shoulder. “Hey. Wake up.”

Damian grumbled something incoherent before cracking one eye open. “If you’re waking me up to cry about Jey running off, I’m gonna need coffee first.”

Rhea scowled, smacking his arm. “I’m not crying.” But her voice lacked its usual bite.

Damian stretched with a satisfied groan before sitting up, his back resting against the headboard. His cocky smirk was already in place. “He’ll be back.”

Rhea frowned. “You sound pretty damn sure.”

Damian gestured around the room. “Because I am sure.” He pointed toward the corner where Jey’s duffle bag still sat, untouched. His sliders were lined up near the door, his hoodie draped over a chair. “His bags are still here. We don’t leave till Tuesday. Where the hell else is he gonna go and where is my hoodie?”

Rhea rolled her eyes and Damian’s question of his hoodie and glanced at Jey’s things, chewing the inside of her cheek. “That doesn’t mean he’s coming back here.”

Damian chuckled, shaking his head. “Mami, please. You know Jey better than that. He’s probably downstairs, stuffing his face at the buffet, acting like nothing happened. He just needs to freak out in peace for a bit.”

Rhea sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “And what if he doesn’t?”

Damian tilted his head, watching her closely. Then, with a lazy confidence that made her want to both punch him and believe him, he leaned in.

“He will.”

His breath was warm against Rhea’s skin as he gently cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing her jawline. “It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice softer now, the teasing edge gone. “I know you’re worried about him, but I promise you, he’ll come back. Jey isn’t the type to run forever.”

Rhea met his gaze, her brows furrowed. “How come you’re just now being… so caring?” There was an almost vulnerable edge to her words, something unspoken between them that she was still trying to figure out.

Damian chuckled lightly, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “I’ve always cared about you, Rhea.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his hand sliding down to rest on her neck. “I just know how you are. You’ve always acted like you didn’t need anyone, walking around like you’re Cleopatra. You don’t let people in.”

Rhea’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yeah, well, it’s hard to let anyone in when they don’t show they care.” She couldn’t help but feel the sting of his words, though she hid it well behind her tough exterior.

Damian’s expression softened, and he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Yeah, well, that’s my bad. But let’s just say I think me, you, and Jey all agree on one thing.”

Rhea turned her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

A cocky grin spread across Damian’s face, and he whispered with a teasing confidence, “Mami may like to be on top but she loves to be on the bottom more..”

Rhea blinked, her lips curving into a smile, amused by his boldness. “Is that so?” she murmured, her heart racing as the tension between them heightened.

Damian leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, lingering kiss. The warmth of his mouth and the familiarity of his touch grounded her, but there was still that question hanging in the air—what exactly was happening between them?

But before she could process it further, a sharp knock echoed through the suite.

Damian pulled away slightly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “What did I tell you?”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on her lips. “You really are something else.”

With a sigh, Damian pulled back and got up to answer the door, his steps purposeful but casual. Rhea sat there for a moment, her mind racing. She could still feel the remnants of his kiss, the heat of his touch, and the subtle way he had reassured her when she needed it most. But there was still Jey. Still that lingering tension. And Damian wasn’t going anywhere. Neither was Jey.

As Damian opened the door, Rhea leaned back against the headboard, her eyes distant, her heart uncertain but hopeful.

His expression was unreadable, his jaw tight, and his eyes flickered past Damian, scanning the room. He was still wearing Damian’s sweater, but he had thrown on a cap, shadowing part of his face. His fingers flexed at his sides, as if he had debated knocking for a while before actually going through with it.

Damian pulled open the door, expecting maybe room service or even some staff coming to check on them. But instead, standing there in the dim hallway, was Jey.

Rhea sat up instantly, her heart pounding as their eyes met.

Damian, always the one to break tension with humor, leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Took you long enough.”

Jey’s gaze snapped to him, and for a second, it was unclear what was running through his head. But then he let out a slow breath, shaking his head slightly as if to push away whatever thoughts had been eating at him.

“I forgot my bags,” Jey finally muttered, but the way his voice wavered slightly gave him away.

Damian scoffed. “Yeah? That all you forgot?”

Jey’s nostrils flared, his hand tightening around the doorframe, but he didn’t fire back. Instead, he stepped into the room, his movements careful. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, what to say.

Rhea swallowed hard before speaking, her voice softer than usual. “You left.”

Jey exhaled sharply. “I needed some air.” His eyes flicked between the two of them, then down to the bed. The sheets were still messy, a damn reminder of everything.

Rhea’s fingers curled into the blanket, her stomach twisting. “And now?”

Jey licked his lips, hesitating for only a second. “Now… I don’t know.”

Damian sighed and clapped him on the back. “Well, you’re here, so I’d say that’s a start.”

Jey didn’t flinch at the touch, but he didn’t relax either. Instead, he walked further into the suite, his movements slow and calculated, as if testing the waters.

Rhea couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t ignore the emotions between them. Last night had changed everything. And now, standing in the aftermath, they were all waiting to see what happened next.

Jey’s fingers twitched at his sides, his body stuck between leaving and stepping fully inside. The air in the room felt different now, heavier, filled with something he didn’t know how to handle. Rhea stayed on the bed, watching him carefully, while Damian observed, almost like he had all the time in the world.

Jey licked his lips again, his throat dry. “What the hell is this?” His voice was rough, uneasy, like he wasn’t sure if he even wanted an answer.

Damian barely blinked. “A throuple.”

Jey’s stomach twisted. The word hit his ears like it wasn’t real, like it belonged to someone else’s life, not his.

“The fuck?” He let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Nah, man. That’s not—” He stopped himself. What was he even about to say? That it wasn’t real? That last night had just been some kind of heat-of-the-moment thing? That if he ignored it long enough, it would just disappear?

Rhea crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Isn’t it?”

Jey shot her a sharp look. “You really think that’s what this is?”

Rhea’s gaze didn’t waver. “You tell me.”

Jey’s chest tightened. He glanced at Damian, who looked way too at ease for the weight of this conversation. His jaw clenched. “And you? You just—what? You just cool with this?”

Damian’s lips twitched. “Shouldn’t I be?”

Jey scoffed, rubbing a hand down his face. “Man, I dunno. Maybe ‘cause most people would be trippin’ over this? Maybe ‘cause most people would actually need a second to think before just slappin’ a label on it?” His eyes darkened. “But not you, huh? You just sittin’ back like it’s all easy.”

Damian’ eyes furrowed slightly, “Ain’t about being easy. It’s about knowing what I want.” He gestured between them. “And this? I want it. She wants it.” He shrugged. “The real question is, what do you want, Uce?”

Jey’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “Man, I don’t know what I want.” His voice cracked slightly, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded, how unsteady he felt. “All I know is this shit ain’t normal.”

Rhea got up from the bed, blanket wrapped tightly around her as she stepped forward, her fingers brushing against his wrist, but he pulled back before she could fully touch him. She hesitated, but didn’t retreat. “Says who?”

Jey exhaled sharply. “C’mon, Rhea.”

She held his gaze. “You’re in it.”

Damian nodded, his voice steady. “Yeah, Only difference is, you scared to call it what it is.”

Jey let out a hollow laugh. “Scared?”

“Yeah,” Damian said simply. “You scared ‘cause you don’t know what happens next.”

Jey clenched his jaw, looking between them. He wanted to argue, to tell them they were wrong. But the truth was, they weren’t.

Jey stood there, his mind spinning with questions he hadn’t even known he needed answers to. The weight of last night, of the chaos and confusion, sat heavy in his chest. He crossed his arms over his torso and finally asked, “So, what do we do now?”

Rhea raised an eyebrow as she sat back on the edge of the bed, her arms crossed. Damian was leaning against the wall, a calm smirk playing on his lips.

“You think we need a schedule or something?” Jey continued, sarcasm dripping in his voice. “Like, do we go on dates? Rent an apartment? Move in together, share the same bed every night?” His laugh was a little too bitter, and it was obvious he was spiraling.

Damian pushed off from the wall, his voice firm. “Don’t get sarcastic and ahead of yourself, Uce.”

“Why not?!” Jey threw his hands up, frustration evident. “I mean, hell, I don’t even know what I am anymore! I don’t even know what I like anymore!”

Damian raised an eyebrow, not phased. “You’re bisexual, Jey.”

Jey recoiled, his face reddening. “What? No, I’m not. I—” He cut himself off, trying to find his words. “That’s… that’s not me. I’m just… confused. This shit doesn’t make sense.”

Damian stayed calm, unflinching. “It doesn’t have to make sense to everyone else, just you.”

Jey shook his head, his mind still racing with disbelief. “I don’t know, man. I just don’t get it. You two seem like you have it all figured out. So, what are you, Rhea? You seem so sure about what you want.”

Rhea’s eyes softened, her expression open but guarded. “I’m pansexual.” She paused, watching Jey’s confusion build. “It means I’m attracted to people regardless of their gender. It’s not about whether you’re male or female, it’s about who you are.”

Jey absorbed that, processing it like it was some foreign language. He turned to Damian, his words heavy with skepticism. “And you? What do you consider yourself, then?”

Damian stood tall, his gaze steady. “I’m bisexual. Proudly. It means I’m attracted to both men and women. It’s just who I am.”

Jey’s heart hammered in his chest as he tried to wrap his mind around the words. His thoughts were all over the place, like his entire identity was being redefined in a single conversation.

But then the weight of his situation hit him in full force. He stepped back, exhaling a shaky breath. “Look, I get it… but things haven’t been right since my divorce. I’m still trying to figure my shit out. I can’t just jump into this—especially not publicly.”

Rhea tilted her head, her voice soft but firm. “It’s no one’s business but ours, Jey. What we choose to do and how we choose to love is up to us. You don’t need to figure everything out right now. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

Before Jey could respond, the silence in the room was interrupted by Damian, who checked his phone and glanced back at them.

“That’s our limo. It’ll be here in thirty minutes,” Damian said, straightening up.

Rhea shot up from the bed, heading straight for the bathroom. “I need to get ready.”

Damian turned back to Jey. “We have to do media now, man. Push all of this to the back of your head. You’re not gonna have answers right away. Just breathe and take it one step at a time.”

Jey stood in the middle of the room, watching Rhea disappear into the bathroom. He felt the overwhelming pressure of the conversation, the uncertainty of everything they’d just discussed weighing on him. He wanted to say something, to feel like he had control, but all he could do was nod, his mind swirling.

Damian gave him a soft, reassuring smile. “We got this, Uce. Just breathe. Let’s go knock this media stuff out, and we’ll deal with the rest later.”

Jey nodded, though his mind was still far from being at ease.

—

The media room was buzzing with activity. Bright flashes filled the space as photographers called out directions, capturing the newly crowned champions in all their glory. Jey stood side by side with Damian, both holding their championship belts, the weight of gold resting against their shoulders.

Jey was used to the cameras, used to posing, used to the pressure that came with holding a title. But today, he felt off. Like the spotlight was exposing something more than just his victory.

His eyes kept drifting.

Across the room, Rhea sat in front of a mirror, her face relaxed as a makeup artist worked on her. She looked untouched by the night before—composed, fierce, effortless. There was no hesitation in the way she held herself, no trace of the vulnerability she had shown between them just hours ago.

Damian was the same. Smiling for the cameras, carrying himself with the same effortless confidence he always did, as if nothing had shifted between them. Like they hadn’t just crossed a line they could never step back from.

Jey swallowed hard, gripping his title a little tighter.

“Yo, Jey, face forward,” the photographer instructed.

Jey turned back to the camera, but his expression wasn’t as easy as Damian’s. He could still feel last night in his body, in his thoughts. It wasn’t just the physicality of it—it was everything that had been said, everything that hadn’t been said.

Damian nudged him slightly, leaning in just enough so only Jey could hear. “You good?”

Jey didn’t answer right away. His jaw tensed as another camera flash went off.

“How do you do it?” Jey muttered under his breath.

“Do what?” Damian asked, shifting his title to his other shoulder.

Jey’s fingers flexed around his belt. “Act like nothing happened.”

Damian exhaled a small chuckle, though it wasn’t mocking. “Because I’m not overthinking it like you are.”

Jey shot him a look. “That easy, huh?”

Damian shrugged. “It’s not about it being easy. It’s about knowing what I want. And last night?” He grinned slightly, adjusting his stance for the next set of pictures. “I wanted that.”

Jey rolled his shoulders, trying to shake the tension out of them, but it didn’t help. “And now?”

Damian gave him a side glance. “Still do.”

Jey clenched his jaw, but before he could respond, the photographer gave them another direction.

“Hold up the belts together—make it look powerful.”

Jey and Damian raised their titles, standing strong, but Jey could still feel the weight of something much heavier pressing down on him.

He glanced at Rhea again.

She was talking with a stylist now, laughing at something they said. There was no hesitation in her face, no sign of nerves.

Jey wished he could say the same.

He felt exposed, and not because of the cameras. It was because of them. Because of what last night meant. Because of the way his body and mind still hadn’t figured out how to process it all.

And because deep down, he knew—this wasn’t something he could ignore.

Jey couldn’t focus. No matter how many times the photographer adjusted the angles, told him to relax his shoulders, or asked for another pose, his mind wasn’t in it.

“Jey, man, c’mon, give me something here,” the photographer sighed, lowering his camera. “You’re the World Heavyweight Champion, not some rookie who just got called up. Where’s that energy?”

Jey clenched his jaw, shifting his championship belt again, but the weight on his shoulder wasn’t what was throwing him off. His eyes flickered—again—to Rhea, who was now standing by a stylist, her fingers lazily grazing over the gear options they had laid out for her next shoot. She looked completely at ease, chatting with one of the crew members like she wasn’t carrying the same secret that was messing him up.

Damian, on the other hand, was playing along just fine. He struck the poses, smirked for the cameras, made it look effortless. If last night had affected him at all, he wasn’t showing it.

Jey had always been good at the game—at performing, at putting on whatever face the world needed to see. But right now? He wasn’t sure what face to put on.

The photographer lowered his camera with a frustrated sigh. “Alright, take five.”

Jey exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders before stepping away from the setup. He ran a hand over his face, trying to shake the lingering fog in his mind.

Damian handed off his championship belt to a crew member and stretched his arms over his head. “You wanna tell me what’s up?” he asked casually, stepping toward Jey.

Jey gave him a sideways glance. “Nothing’s up.”

Damian huffed a laugh. “That why you been starin’ at Rhea like you got unfinished business?”

Jey’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Uh-huh,” Damian said, not buying it. He crossed his arms, his smirk growing. “So you’re just distracted for no reason? You been in your head all morning.”

Jey exhaled, glancing around as if someone might be listening. “It’s just… a lot.”

Damian raised a brow. “Last night?”

Jey ran a hand over his beard before nodding.

“Yeah, well, you better get used to it,” Damian said, not unkindly. “It happened. It’s gonna keep happening. You still freakin’ out over what it means?”

Jey hesitated. “I just—” He stopped himself, shaking his head before looking at Damian. “How the hell are you and Rhea so normal about this?”

Damian tilted his head slightly, as if considering his words. “God I sound like a broken record right now. Because we already accepted it. You’re the one fightin’ it, bro.”

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. “I ain’t fightin’ nothin’—”

Damian raised a brow.

Jey exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright. Maybe a little.”

Damian smirked. “Thought so.”

Jey shot him a look. “That don’t mean I’m just gonna act like—like—”

“Like you didn’t have the best damn night of your life?” Damian finished for him.

Jey’s mouth opened, but no words came out.

Damian’s smirk widened. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Jey gritted his teeth, exhaling through his nose. He didn’t have an answer. He didn’t want to have an answer.

And the worst part? Damian was right.

Jey had barely processed Damian’s last words when a familiar presence approached. The scent of vanilla and something undeniably as Rhea drifted toward him before he even turned to face her.

“What’s going on?” Rhea asked, her voice smooth, teasing—like she already knew the answer.

Damian leaned against the nearby equipment crate, arms still crossed, smirking. “Jey’s still in his head,” he said, not bothering to soften the truth.

Rhea tilted her head slightly, her gaze flicking between the two of them before settling on Jey. He tried to look unaffected, but she wasn’t buying it. A knowing smirk pulled at her lips.

“Well,” she said, casually glancing at the clock on the wall. “We have about twenty minutes.”

Jey frowned slightly. “And?”

Rhea took a slow step closer. “And,” she said, her voice dropping ever so slightly, “you look a little tense.” Her fingers grazed the fabric of his hoodie—Damian’s hoodie. “A bit tired, even.”

Jey swallowed. He was tired. Maybe not in the way she meant, but in a way that made his muscles feel heavier than usual. He hadn’t stopped thinking, not since he walked out of their suite that morning.

“Why don’t you come to my dressing room?” Rhea continued, her voice soft yet playful. “Give me a massage.”

Jey blinked. “Give you a massage?”

Rhea’s smirk grew. “Yeah. You got strong hands, don’t you?”

Damian made a low sound, half laugh, half something else, clearly enjoying the show. “You walked into that one, Uce.”

Jey shot him a glare, but Damian just shrugged, as if to say, Don’t blame me for stating facts.

Rhea stepped in closer, tilting her chin up slightly as she locked eyes with Jey. “What do you say?” she murmured. “Help a girl out?”

Jey hesitated. He knew this game. Hell, he and Rhea had played it countless times in the ring—taunting, pushing, testing limits. But this was different.

Because the moment he touched her, he knew there wouldn’t be any going back.

Rhea didn’t wait for Jey to respond—she simply took his hand and led him toward her dressing room. Jey felt the weight of Damian’s smirk behind him, but he didn’t look back. He already knew what he’d see—Damian leaning back, thoroughly entertained.

The door shut behind them with a quiet click.

Rhea turned without hesitation, pulling her shirt over her head in one swift motion, revealing the snug black lace bra she wore underneath. The dim lighting of the room cast soft shadows across her toned shoulders, the defined lines of her arms. She rolled her neck, letting out a soft sigh.

Jey, however, was frozen. He swallowed hard.

She arched a brow. “You gonna stand there or actually give me that massage?”

Jey exhaled sharply through his nose and grabbed the lotion from the counter. His hands weren’t even on her yet, and he already knew this was a bad idea. But he had committed, and he wasn’t about to back down now.

He poured a small amount into his palms, rubbing them together before placing his hands on her shoulders.

Rhea sighed at the first touch. “Damn,” she muttered. “Okay… you might be good at this.”

Jey chuckled under his breath, forcing himself to focus. His fingers kneaded into the tense muscles at the base of her neck, thumbs working in slow, deliberate circles. She felt warm beneath his hands, her body responding to the pressure.

Her head dipped forward slightly, exposing the curve of her throat. “Mmm… that’s nice,” she murmured.

Jey felt his resolve slipping.

He tried—he really tried—to keep this innocent, to pretend that this was just a simple favor for a friend. But then Rhea shifted back, just enough that her body brushed against him, her breath coming a little heavier.

And suddenly, the air in the room felt too sensual to ignore.

Jey tried to focus on the pressure of his hands working through Rhea’s tense muscles, but his mind was in chaos. His fingers kneaded the knots along her shoulders, tracing the strain left behind from last night’s championship match. This should’ve been nothing—a simple massage. Something casual. Something harmless.

But there was nothing casual or harmless about the way Rhea let out a slow, deep sigh, tilting her head to the side to grant him better access. There was nothing simple about the way her skin felt under his palms, warm and firm, or the way her breathing changed when he pushed deeper into the muscles along her spine.

Fifteen minutes passed, each second stretching out longer than it should have.

He was too focused. Too aware.

Every time Rhea shifted, every time she adjusted, he felt the ghost of last night hanging between them. The way their bodies had tangled in sheets, the way she had sighed his name—hell, even the way Damian had watched him, smirking, knowing.

Jey swallowed hard. He needed to stop thinking about it.

Finally, he pulled his hands back, flexing his fingers. “There. That should help.”

Rhea rolled her shoulders, testing out the relief. She exhaled through her nose, cracking her neck before glancing at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were unreadable—mischief, curiosity, something deeper.

Then she smirked.

“My turn.”

Jey blinked. “Huh?”

Rhea turned in her seat, facing him fully. “You spent all that time working out my tension. Let me do the same for you.”

Jey hesitated, his body already locking up.

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

Jey scoffed, shifting in his seat. “Ain’t nobody scared.”

“Then sit down.”

He didn’t argue. He settled into the chair, feeling unreasonably on edge as Rhea stepped behind him. The air changed once more and before he could prepare himself, her hands were on his shoulders.

Jey inhaled sharply.

She wasn’t soft with him. Her fingers pressed into his muscles, thumbs digging deep into the tension buried beneath his skin. He gritted his teeth, his head tipping forward slightly as she kneaded into the spot right below his neck.

“Damn, Jey,” Rhea murmured. “You’re wound up tight.”

“Yeah, well,” Jey muttered, squeezing his eyes shut as her hands worked their way down his back. “Shit’s been stressful.”

Rhea hummed, dragging her nails lightly across his shoulders before applying firm pressure. “You should let me and Damian help with that.”

Jey’s breath caught.

She wasn’t just talking about the massage.

Her hands lingered, slow and deliberate, pressing warmth into his skin.

And for the first time since last night, Jey let himself think about what this really was—what it could be.

Something dangerous. Something tempting.

Something that terrified him.

Rhea's nimble fingers worked their magic on Jey's tired muscles, kneading and rubbing with just the right amount of pressure. Jey had closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh as he allowed himself to be fully present in the moment.

Suddenly, Jey heard the soft whirr of a door opening and closing, and Rhea's voice whispering, "just relax, baby." He opened his eyes and turned his head, only to see Damian, Rhea's equally talented partner in crime as she liked to call him, kneeling between his legs. Damian's dark eyes were fixed on Jey's crotch, and Jey's jeans were already undone, his dick half-hard and sticking out of his boxers.

He hadn’t even realized he was half hard until now..

Jey's heart rate quickened as he watched Damian wrap his lips around the head of his cock, his warm, wet mouth enveloping him in a way that made Jey's toes curl. Rhea's fingers never missed a beat as she continued to massage Jey's shoulders, her lips finding his neck and sucking gently, sending shivers down his spine. Feeling this… sober for the first time, was different. Addicting almost.

“Fuck mann…”

“Enjoy yourself baby..”

Jey couldn't believe what was happening. He had always known that Rhea and Damian were experienced in the art of pleasure due to some rumors spread awhile back, but he had never imagined that they would team up to give him the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life. He closed his eyes again, sinking deeper into the pleasure as he allowed himself to be fully present in the moment.

Jey didn’t know when it happened—when the way he saw them changed.

Rhea had always been larger than life, a force that demanded attention the second she walked into a room. He’d admired that about her. The confidence, the raw, unapologetic power. But last night had cracked something open, something he wasn’t sure he could close again. He wasn’t just looking at his friend, his tag partner—he was looking at her. The way she moved, the way she took control, the way she could turn a simple glance into something that made his skin burn.

And Damian… Damian was different.

Jey had never once questioned himself before. Not like this. He’d always been sure of what he liked, who he was. But then Damian had been there too, watching him with that smirk that saw too much. Damian had been steady, relaxed, in control of himself in a way that made Jey feel like he was the one out of his depth.

It should’ve felt wrong.

It didn’t.

That’s what scared him.

Because now, sitting here with Rhea’s hands on his shoulders, with Damian’s mouth on his dick, Jey wasn’t sure if he could go back to how things were before.

And even worse—he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.

Damian's mouth was like a vacuum, sucking and licking with a skill that only came from years of practice. Rhea's fingers worked their way down Jey's chest, tracing the lines of his abs before finding his nipples and tweaking them gently. Jey let out a low moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Rhea must have sensed his impending orgasm, because she pulled away from his neck and whispered in his ear, "cum for us, baby. Let papi taste you." The words were like a trigger, sending Jey hurtling over the edge. He opened his eyes and looked down, watching as Damian swallowed every last drop of his load, his lips still wrapped around Jey's dick.

Jey sat there, his breath still uneven. His mind was moving too slow, trying to grasp the weight of everything that had just happened. Damian had finally pulled away and left the room like it was nothing—like this was easy, like this didn’t shift something in Jey’s foundation.

Rhea, however, stayed.

She knelt in front of him, her fingers gentle as she wiped his damp skin with a towel. The warmth of her touch was grounding, but Jey felt himself flinch—not from her, but from the vulnerability clawing its way up his throat.

“You good?” she murmured, her voice softer than usual.

Jey scoffed, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what the hell just happened.”

Rhea tilted her head, studying him. “You want me to spell it out for you?”

“No,” Jey muttered, running a hand down his face. “I know what happened. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “Why ain’t y’all freaked out? Why is this so normal for you?”

Rhea didn’t answer right away. Instead, she folded the towel and set it aside, settling onto the couch beside him.

“Because we already accepted it,” she said finally.

Jey scoffed again, more out of frustration than anything else. “Man, I don’t even know what I am right now. I ain’t never thought about this—never thought about Damian like that, or you like…” He trailed off, shaking his head.

Rhea leaned in just slightly, her tone unwavering. “Then don’t force yourself to define it yet. Just sit with it.”

Jey turned to look at her then, and for the first time, he let himself really see her—not just as Rhea, his friend, his tag partner, the woman he’d been drawn to for so long. But as someone who understood him, someone who wasn’t rushing him for answers he didn’t have.

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he admitted.

Rhea smirked, but there was no teasing in her expression, just patience. “You can. And you will.”

Jey exhaled, his gaze falling to his hands. He knew she was right. But that didn’t make any of this easier.

And deep down, he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be.

—

Monday Night Raw – 6:42 PM

Jey sat on the leather bench in his locker room, lacing up his air forces with an exhale that came out sharper than he intended. His nerves were kicking in. Winning the World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania had been a career-defining moment, but tonight was his first promo as champion—the moment he set the tone for his reign. The pressure weighed on him more than he expected.

The door creaked open, and when he looked up, Rhea strode in, dressed in her full match gear. The Undisputed Women’s Champion carried herself with the same effortless confidence she always had, her two title belts secured around her waist as if they were extensions of her body. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking at him.

“You nervous?” she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Jey scoffed, running a hand over his face. “I can’t give a massage right now.”

Rhea chuckled, stepping further inside. “That’s not what I asked.”

Jey exhaled, shaking his head. “Kinda,” he admitted. “But you’re comin’ out there, right?”

Rhea nodded. “Of course. I love feuding with Dom and Liv,” she said with a smirk. “It’s basically a free pass to bully Dom on live television.”

Jey huffed out a laugh at that, but his fingers still fidgeted against his knee. There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, quieter this time.

“…Can I have a kiss?”

Rhea’s brow lifted, amusement flickering in her dark eyes. The request had been soft, hesitant—so unlike the man who had dominated the biggest stage of them all just days ago. She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled and uncurled, searching for something solid.

Stepping closer, she cocked her head. “Oh? The big bad champ needs a good luck kiss?”

Jey exhaled through his nose, smirking despite himself. “Shut up.”

She grinned before leaning down, her fingers finding his jaw. The kiss was slow, lingering just long enough to make his breath hitch. When she pulled away, Jey’s eyes were still half-lidded, his grip tightening around her wrist for just a second longer before letting go.

“You got this,” she murmured, brushing a thumb over his cheek. “Now go show them why they put that title on you.”

Jey let out a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah… yeah, a’ight.”

As Rhea turned to leave, she paused at the door, throwing him one last smirk. “And if you win the crowd over tonight, maybe we will give you a real celebration later.”

Jey shook his head, chuckling under his breath as he stood up, rolling out his shoulders. The nerves weren’t gone, but with Rhea’s kiss still buzzing on his lips, he felt a hell of a lot steadier.

Time to show the world who the real champion was.

—

As Damian leaned against the table, watching Rhea and Jey work in sync on the monitor, a proud smirk spread across his face. His two playthings, their movements precise and coordinated. They were unstoppable together, and it pleased him to see them so in tune with each other, just as he liked it. He couldn’t help but relish the fact that he was at the center of this little trio.

Before he could revel too much in the scene, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Jon, Jey’s twin, standing with his usual relaxed demeanor.

“Damian, how you doing?” Jon asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“Pretty good,” Damian replied casually, but his eyes flicked back to the monitor, watching as Rhea and Jey exchanged a few words in the ring with Dominik & Liv.

Jon leaned against the table next to him, crossing his arms. “You know, me and you got a match later on,” he said.

Damian nodded, still keeping an eye on the duo in the ring. “Yeah man, haven’t worked with you in a minute.”

Jon scratched his chin, clearly mulling something over. “Yeah… ugh, hey, I got a question.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Shoot.”

Jon hesitated for a moment, then asked, “What’s up with my brother hanging with you and Rhea nonstop?”

Damian turned his full attention to Jon now, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “We just vibed more since we all had feuds crossing over into SmackDown.”

Jon gave him a skeptical look. “I get that, but how come all of a sudden it’s just you three? It’s been this way for three months.”

Damian chuckled lightly, his smirk widening. “You jealous?”

Jon shook his head, but his concern was still evident. “No, just worried. Jey’s been… different since his divorce. He’s been distant with me and Trinity, and now it’s like he’s always with you two. I just want to make sure he’s not getting into something he doesn’t fully understand.”

Before Damian could respond, the sound of footsteps drew closer, cutting the tension between them. Jey and Dominik appeared at the corner, their conversation loud enough to interrupt.

“Cool it on that right hook,” Jey called to Dominik, half-joking but serious in his tone. Dominik shot a sheepish grin, adjusting his stance as if trying to play it cool.

“Cool it with the superkicks,” Dominik shot back, giving Jey a playful shove.

The two made their way over to where Damian and Jon were standing, and Jey addressed the situation with ease.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Jey greeted, his usual smile on his face, though his eyes flicked between Jon and Damian as if sensing that something was amiss.

Damian turned to Jon, still amused. “Jon wanted to know why we’ve all been hanging out more lately.”

Jon’s expression tightened slightly, but he didn’t immediately respond, clearly unsure of how to continue the conversation.

Jey shifted his weight and took a step closer to Jon, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Look, man, it’s nothing personal. It just happened naturally. We’ve all had business to handle, and sometimes that means we’re working together a little more closely.”

Dominik, sensing the change in the air, took a step back, looking between them all as if unsure of what to do with himself. Jey shot him a glance, and Dominik didn’t need to be told twice—he gave a sheepish grin and turned, making his way toward the locker room with a quiet “catch you later.”

Damian watched him go before his attention returned to Jon. “What’s the real issue here, Jon?” Damian asked, his voice low but playful. “Jey’s his own man. He makes his choices, and yeah, maybe you don’t understand them, but don’t act like you know what’s best for him.”

Jey nodded, his eyes meeting Jon’s. “I’m good, Jon. I’ve been through a lot, yeah, but I’m where I need to be. If you’re worried, you can talk to me. But this… this is working. I promise.”

Jon, still slightly wary, met Jey’s gaze. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out immediately. The tension still hung in the air, but something in Jey’s words seemed to have softened the edge of his concern.

“Alright, alright,” Jon muttered. “Just… just don’t let it get messy, man. Family’s always gotta come first.”

Damian shot Jon a knowing look. “We got it under control. Now, let’s focus on the match tonight, yeah?”

With that, the group fell into an uneasy silence, each with their thoughts lingering in the air, but there was no more questioning, at least not for now. Damian was content, watching as Jey and Jon exchanged a few more words before the tension fully dissipated. Jey was where he belonged, and Damian wasn’t about to let anyone interfere with that.

—

After Rhea’s match, Jey found himself in her private locker room, quietly focused on giving her a massage. The warm, steady pressure of his hands on her shoulders helped calm her down after the intensity of the match, but his mind was elsewhere. He glanced at her occasionally, but his thoughts lingered on something that had been bothering him since earlier.

“You know,” Jey started, his voice low as he worked on the muscles in her back, “Jon’s been acting a little weird. I think he’s starting to notice something with… us.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing, “I don’t know what to do about it.”

Rhea broke the massage, slowly turning to face him. Her eyes softened as she cupped his face gently in her hands, meeting his gaze. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, her voice reassuring. “Jon’s always been a bit protective. He just wants what’s best for you, that’s all.”

Jey looked down, his thoughts racing with the implications of it all. “But he’s getting suspicious,” he murmured, his worry evident in his eyes.

“Hey,” Rhea said, lifting his chin with her fingers. “Cheer up, okay? We’ve got a flight to catch later. You deserve this time, especially after everything.”

Jey looked at her, confused. “I don’t remember booking a flight. I thought we were leaving tomorrow morning?”

Rhea smiled, a twinkle in her eyes. “We were, but Damian decided you needed a little bit of a breather. Away from your family, your responsibilities… everything.”

Jey raised an eyebrow. “And what exactly is this ‘breather’ supposed to be?”

Rhea’s smile grew even bigger, her voice teasing now. “You, me, Damian… in Colorado.”

Jey furrowed his brow, still processing. “I thought we were already going to Denver next week?”

Rhea shook her head, her smile playful. “Nooooo, Damian booked a cabin in Aspen for the next few days.” She leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled back. “Just the three of us.”

Jey’s eyes widened in surprise, and Rhea’s smile deepened as she placed another kiss on his forehead. “Away from everyone,” she continued, her voice lowering. “A little getaway. Just you, me, and Damian. No distractions.”

She then leaned in and kissed him on the lips, a soft but lingering kiss, full of promise and something more. When she pulled away, her eyes were filled with playful warmth. “And a hot tub,” she whispered with a mischievous grin.

Jey couldn’t help but smile at the thought. “A hot tub, huh?” he said, his voice lighter now, the tension from earlier melting away.

“Exactly,” Rhea purred, her lips brushing against his again as she spoke. “A little time to relax, unwind… and just enjoy each other’s company.”

Jey, his mood shifting entirely, finally let out a relieved breath. “I think I could get used to that,” he said with a grin.

Rhea kissed Jey again, her lips soft but full of intent. Jey, feeling the heat of the moment, pulled her in closer, his arms wrapping around her body as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the tension between them, that unmistakable connection that had grown stronger with each passing day. But just as things started to heat up, the sound of the door opening abruptly interrupted them.

Damian’s laugh echoed through the room as he stepped inside, a smirk on his face. “I don’t get no love?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Rhea broke away from Jey with a small laugh, her cheeks flushed. She stood up and walked over to Damian, kissing him quickly on the lips. “There’s your love,” she said, her tone playful.

Jey raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Damian. “You want one from me too now?” he asked, a mix of sarcasm and amusement in his voice.

Damian, with his usual nonchalance, crossed over to his bag, completely unfazed. “Nahhh, no worries,” he replied, throwing Jey a knowing look. “I actually prefer the affection from the women.”

Jey rolled his eyes, clearly amused but still slightly on edge from the earlier conversation with Jon. “Jon give you any problems?” he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Damian shrugged casually, unzipping his bag to grab his phone. “Nah, not really. He’s been cool. You know how he is, just protective and all that. But it’s all good.”

Jey nodded, trying to shake off the lingering feeling of Jon’s suspicions. He didn’t want to dwell on it, not with Rhea and Damian here, but a part of him couldn’t help but worry. He gave a glance over at Rhea, trying to gauge her thoughts on it, but she just smiled at him reassuringly.

“Let’s not focus on that right now,” she said, her voice light and confident. “We’ve got a trip to Aspen ahead of us. All that other stuff can wait.”

Jey let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, offering her a small smile. “A little breather sounds like exactly what I need.”

Damian, who was already distracted by his phone, looked up with a sly grin. “Well, we can all use some time to relax. But for now, let’s get ready to go. We’ve got a flight to catch, and I’m not about to miss it because someone’s busy making out.”

Jey shot him a look, but couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his lips. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Damian just winked at him. “And you love me for it.”

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Id like the present the two finalists for what im going to write next. Don’t be disappointed that your story idea wasnt voted to win! After I wrap up the entire BTR Saga I will run another poll. I will phase out my old stories and into these news. These fics have an anticipated release date of late March 2025. But I will post the beginning chapters sometime during Valentine’s Day. HOWEVER: these two fics will not see updates until march :)

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6WITCH: Jey x Rhea x Damian fanfic.

Chapter One: The Afterglow

The suite smelled like fresh laundry, faint cologne, and alcohol. The remnants of their WrestleMania celebration were scattered across the marble countertops—half-empty beer bottles, an open bottle of vodka, and their personal objects like wallets and key cards. The weight of their victories still hung in the air, inviting and intoxicating, but not quite enough to shake the exhaustion settling into their muscles.

Rhea Ripley stretched out on the couch, legs crossed beneath her, clad in nothing but an oversized band tee and a pair of loose pajama shorts. The adrenaline from the night was finally wearing off, but the glow of her undisputed victory hadn’t dulled one bit. Two championship belts lay beside her, catching the dim hotel lighting, a reminder that she had everything she’d ever wanted.

Jey Uso sat across from her, shirtless, his freshly crowned World Heavyweight Championship resting on the coffee table in front of him. He was still riding the high of the night, of finally proving that he could stand alone and hold the gold to show for it. His grin hadn’t faded since the moment he walked through the curtain, still buzzing from the roar of the crowd, from the feel of his hand being raised in victory.

Damian Priest leaned against the arm of the couch, his Intercontinental Championship slung lazily over his shoulder. He had a beer in one hand, the other lazily tapping against his knee, his long frame stretched out as if he had nothing left to prove—but they all knew this night meant everything to him.

“Man…” Jey exhaled, shaking his head with a smirk as he raised his beer toward the others. “Y’all realize what we just did?”

Rhea smirked, grabbing her vodka glass and clinking it against his. “We made history.”

Damian chuckled, the deep rumble of it filling the space between them. “We fucking ran that show.”

They laughed, the kind of laugh that came from exhaustion, pride, and just enough alcohol to make everything feel a little lighter.

“Crazy how it all lined up like that,” Jey mused, taking a slow sip of his drink. “Three of us. Three victories. Same night.”

“It was fate,” Rhea teased, arching a brow at him as she leaned back.

Jey tilted his head, studying her with the kind of lazy amusement that came from years of knowing her. “You believe in all that?”

Rhea shrugged, twirling the glass in her fingers. “I believe in shit happening for a reason.”

Damian hummed in agreement. “Tonight felt like the start of something.” His voice was lower now, thoughtful.

A beat passed between them.

Rhea felt it first. That unspoken shift. The kind that had always been there but had never been acknowledged. It was in the way Jey looked at her—no different than before, yet somehow heavier. In the way Damian took another slow sip of his beer, watching her over the rim of the bottle like he was considering something he’d never let himself before.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the high of their victories. Maybe it was the fact that no one else was around, that there were no cameras, no locker room politics, no outside noise. Just them.

Whatever it was, it made the air feel different.

Rhea stretched, adjusting her seat on the couch, fully aware of the way both men’s eyes briefly flickered to the movement before they looked away. “Y’know,” she said, shifting the mood again, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this… untouchable.”

Jey smirked. “Like a final boss.”

“Like a fucking queen,” Damian corrected, and the way he said it sent a slow chill up Rhea’s spine.

She lifted her drink in a mock toast. “To being the best in the business.”

Jey clinked his beer bottle against hers. “To owning this shit.”

Damian knocked his bottle against theirs, voice dropping into something lower, more intent. “To the three of us.”

They drank, the silence stretching just a little too long afterward.

Something about tonight felt different.

And none of them knew what that meant yet.

Jey’s phone vibrated, breaking the quiet moment in the room. He grabbed it, his face already contorting into a playful grimace as he saw the message from Jon.

“Yo, you sure you’re not coming? Trinity’s really looking forward to it.”

Jey snorted and typed back, “Nah, I’m good. With Damian and Rhea tonight.”

His finger hovered over the send button for a moment before he pressed it, rolling his eyes as he saw the response: a big, annoyed face emoji.

Damian caught the shift in Jey’s expression, his eyes narrowing as he set his beer down on the table. “You need to just let loose for a bit, man,” Damian said, his voice calm but firm, like he was giving Jey a gentle shove in the right direction.

Jey looked at him, a hint of amusement and frustration playing on his face. “It’s not that simple, bro. It’s Jon. He thinks I’m ditching him.”

“How about we do something to get your mind off of it?”

Rhea, who had been quietly watching the exchange, leaned forward from the couch with a mischievous grin. “Hell yeah, you wanna play a game? Maybe that’ll get your mind out of it for a while.”

Jey’s lips twitched into a smile as he looked at her, feeling the weight of the tension start to melt away. “A game, huh?” he said, his voice lightening. “You think that’ll do the trick?”

Damian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of game we talking about here?”

Rhea stood up from the couch, walking over to her bag with a smirk. “I’ve got a couple of options. Hold on.” She rummaged through it for a moment, pulling out two boxes. “Uno Dare Adults Only, or good ol’ Candyland.”

Jey and Damian exchanged a look, both of them silently processing the options. Jey was the first to speak up, raising an eyebrow. “Candyland? You seriously wanna play a kiddie game right now?”

Damian chuckled but wasn’t dismissing the idea. “Candyland sounds… cute,” he said sarcastically, still unsure if he wanted to get into a sugar-coated game.

But Rhea wasn’t having it. She slid the Candyland box aside and held up the other one triumphantly. “Uno Dare Adults Only. Now, this… this could be fun.”

Damian’s head tilted, his curiosity piqued. “What’s Uno Dare Adults Only? Like, extra wild? Is it… like Uno but with a twist?”

Rhea’s eyes lit up with amusement as she sat back down on the couch, holding the box in her hands like it was a treasure. “Oh, it’s wild alright,” she said, leaning forward, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “You draw cards, and they make you do stuff. Some stuff’s harmless, like dancing or singing. Others… well, let’s just say there are some challenges that’ll test how far you’re willing to go.”

Jey laughed, shaking his head. “Sounds like a mess.” He gave a playful glance at Damian, who was already smirking.

“Exactly,” Damian said, his eyes glinting with interest. “You sure this is what you want, Rhea? I’m not scared.”

Rhea shrugged nonchalantly, but there was an edge to her voice. “You’ll see. It’s fun. Trust me.”

The challenge hung in the air as Jey and Damian exchanged a glance, both of them intrigued by what was coming next. Jey’s mood had lightened significantly since they’d started talking, but he could feel the tension from earlier still lingering in the back of his mind. The idea of letting loose, of shaking off all the responsibilities that weighed on him, felt more and more appealing.

“Alright, I’m in,” Jey finally said, his tone playful. “Let’s do it.”

Damian leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Well, now that we’ve got the party started, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

Rhea grinned, her fingers expertly opening the box and spreading the cards out on the table. “I’ll go first,” she said, pulling a card with a smirk. “I dare… Jey.”

Jey looked at her, intrigued. “What’s the dare?”

She waved the card slightly in front of him. “You have to do five push-ups right now. In front of us. No cheating.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Alright, you’re on.”

Damian laughed, clearly entertained by the sudden shift in energy. “This is gonna be a fun night,” he muttered to himself as he leaned back, watching the playful challenge unfold.

Jey dropped to the floor and started his push-ups, each one punctuated by a light chuckle as Rhea and Damian cheered him on. The room was filled with laughter, the sound of their playful banter echoing off the walls.

The game was just beginning, but for Jey, Damian, and Rhea, the night felt like the perfect opportunity to forget everything else—even for just a little while. It was a moment of escape, where the weight of their victories, their struggles, and their responsibilities could be left at the door.

And just for tonight, they could just be themselves—no pressure, no expectations. Just three people enjoying each other’s company.

Jey finished his last push-up, smirking as he stood back up, flexing just a little for effect. “That was too easy,” he teased, reaching for his beer. “You gotta do better than that, Rhea.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but grinned, shuffling the deck. “Alright, big shot, let’s see if you’re still talking when things get real.” She pulled another card, her eyes scanning over it before a slow, devious smile spread across her lips. “Damian, you’re up.”

Damian sat up straighter, intrigued. “Hit me with it.”

Rhea read the dare aloud, her voice dripping with mischief. “You have to kiss the person to your left.”

All three of them froze for a brief second before their gazes flickered between each other. Jey was to Damian’s left.

Jey’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned back. “Ayo.”

Damian let out a deep chuckle, clearly amused. “Damn, Rhea. You really tryna make things weird?”

Rhea shrugged, feigning innocence. “Hey, I didn’t make the rules. The deck did.”

Jey narrowed his eyes at her. “You picked this game on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

Damian ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head with a grin. “You good, Uce? Or you tapping out?”

Jey exhaled, then downed a sip of his beer before shrugging. “Man, it’s just a game.”

Damian smirked. “That’s the spirit.”

With an exaggerated sense of dramatics, Damian leaned in, pressing a quick peck to Jey’s cheek. The second it happened, Rhea burst into laughter, Jey wiped at his cheek with mock disgust, and Damian leaned back, looking unbothered.

“There. Done,” Damian said, popping the cap off another beer. “Now gimme my damn turn.”

Rhea was still laughing as she handed him the deck. “Fine, fine. Pick your dare, big guy.”

Damian pulled a card and glanced at it, then slowly lifted his eyes toward Rhea. His lips curled into something almost sinister. “Oh, this one’s perfect. Rhea, you have to sit on Jey’s lap for the next three rounds.”

Rhea’s laughter immediately died in her throat. “Wait, hold on—”

Jey nearly choked on his drink. “Bruh.”

Damian waggled the card at her. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. The deck does.” He threw her words right back at her.

Rhea stared at him, then at Jey, who was still looking like he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or concerned. “That’s… a long time,” she muttered.

“You scared, champ?” Damian taunted.

Rhea scoffed. “Please.”

Damian gestured toward Jey’s lap. “Then go ahead.”

Jey sat back, one hand running down his face. “Man, this game is wild.”

Rhea took a deep breath, then moved over, settling herself onto Jey’s lap like it was no big deal. She was lightweight against him, but the shift in atmosphere was undeniable.

Jey tried to play it cool, resting his arms on the back of the couch. “Alright. Next round.”

Damian pulled another card, his smirk only growing. “Oh, you really gonna love this one.”

The night was only getting started, and the dares were getting worse by the second.

Jey could feel the heat of Rhea’s body against his, and if he said it didn’t affect him, he’d be lying. He kept his hands to himself, though, keeping his arms stretched along the couch as if the distance would somehow help. But he could see the way she would slightly shift, her round backside brushing up against him, he wouldn’t sit here and lie: but he had to admit, he always wanted to see how Rhea took it from the back.

Damian, on the other hand, was thriving on the beginning sexual tension, his smirk widening as he glanced at his new card. “Alright, Jey,” he announced, his voice laced with mischief. “Your turn, Uce.”

Jey exhaled, already knowing this was about to be some bullshit. “Let’s hear it.”

Damian tilted the card toward the dim hotel lighting, his eyes scanning the text. Then he chuckled. “You have to whisper something dirty in Rhea’s ear.”

The air in the suite shifted.

Rhea stiffened slightly on Jey’s lap, and his entire body tensed beneath her. Even Damian—who had been enjoying pushing the limits—was now leaning back, watching how this played out.

Jey ran a hand down his face. “Bruh. What kinda—”

“Hey,” Damian interrupted, holding up the card with mock innocence. “The deck makes the rules.”

Rhea cleared her throat, glancing at Jey. “We can just drink instead,” she offered. “Skip it.”

Jey’s eyes flicked between her and Damian, then down at his drink. The alcohol was already humming in his system, making his usual inhibitions a little duller than they should’ve been.

Finally, he leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Rhea’s ear.

“I been thinking ‘bout this all night,” he murmured low enough that only she could hear. “You sittin’ on me like this? Makes me want to see that ass bounce on my dick.”

A slow shiver ran down Rhea’s spine, and she exhaled shakily, gripping the edge of her shorts. She wasn’t sure if it was the vodka, the atmosphere, or the fact that Jey’s voice in her ear had done something to her, but she felt a warmth creep up her neck.

Jey leaned back, as if nothing had happened, his face unreadable.

Rhea swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Uh… next round?”

Damian, for once, seemed genuinely taken aback before recovering with a slow, knowing smirk. “Damn, okay,” he muttered, shuffling the deck.

But he wasn’t done stirring the pot just yet.

He drew his next card and raised an eyebrow. “Oh, this one’s a good one,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate. “Rhea… you have to kiss someone in this room. And it ain’t specify where.”

Rhea’s heart jumped in her chest.

Jey’s jaw twitched.

Damian tilted his head, waiting. “So, champ… who’s it gonna be?”

Rhea drummed her fingers against her thigh, eyes flicking between Jey and Damian. The weight of the dare pressed against her like a loaded gun, daring her to pull the trigger.

The vodka burned in her veins, clouding her hesitation. It was just a game. Just another round. Nothing more.

Right?

Damian watched her with that same amused smirk, but there was something unreadable in his dark eyes—like he was testing her, waiting to see what she’d do.

Jey, on the other hand, was tense beneath her. His jaw was clenched, arms still stretched along the back of the couch like he was forcing himself to stay relaxed. But she could feel it. The shift in his breathing. The way his muscles coiled under her.

Rhea exhaled, slow and steady, before making her decision.

She turned to Damian first.

He barely had time to react before she leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the sharp line of his jaw. It was quick, barely lingering, but it was enough to send a wave of heat through the room.

When she pulled back, Damian let out a low chuckle, rubbing the spot she’d kissed. “Damn, that’s all I get?”

Rhea smirked. “You didn’t say where, papi.”

Damian laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough.”

But Jey hadn’t said a word.

Rhea turned her head slightly, catching the way his fingers flexed against the couch. His expression was unreadable, but the heat in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

The air was now filled with something that hadn’t been there before.

Jey exhaled sharply through his nose, then reached for his beer, taking a long sip before setting it down with a soft clink. “Next round,” he muttered.

Damian, ever the instigator, grabbed the deck, clearly enjoying the tension. “Alright, let’s keep the energy up.”

He pulled another card, reading it with a wicked grin.

“Oh, this is perfect,” he said, dragging out the word. He looked between Jey and Rhea like he’d just been handed front-row seats to his own personal drama.

“Jey,” Damian continued. “You gotta bite Rhea. Anywhere you want.”

Rhea’s breath hitched.

Jey’s fingers twitched against his knee.

The room was too hot now, too small.

Damian leaned back, sipping his beer, watching them like a man who had set fire to something just to see how it would burn.

“So, Uce,” he said, his grin widening. “You gonna do it or be a chicken?”

Jey’s grip on his beer tightened, his knuckles flexing around the bottle as Damian’s taunts echoed between them.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Damian smirked, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. “Jey ain’t gonna do it. Man’s all talk.”

Rhea could feel Jey’s body tighten beneath her, his breath exhaling through his nose slow and controlled—but the way his fingers curled against his thigh gave him away.

Damian wasn’t done. He was never done.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with it, Uce.” Damian shrugged, the wicked glint in his eye making it clear he was enjoying every second of this. “Some people just ain’t built for the heat.”

Rhea swallowed, shifting slightly. The air in the room was shifting again, stretching that invisible wire between them so tight it was bound to snap.

Jey stayed silent, his lips pressed into a thin line. But the challenge in Damian’s words—some people just ain’t built for the heat—hung between them like smoke.

Jey wasn’t the type to back down.

He never had been.

Without a word, he adjusted Rhea to face him, his hands suddenly on her hips, firm and possessive, grounding her. The shift was so sudden that she barely had time to react before she felt the heat of his body pressing closer.

Her breath stilled.

The weight of his stare burned into her, dark and unreadable, the kind of look that made her chest tighten and her stomach twist.

And then, Jey moved.

It was slow—so slow it was agonizing—the way he dipped his head toward her, his lips barely grazing the skin of her shoulder. It was deliberate, teasing, every fraction of movement dragging out the tension until it was nearly unbearable.

Rhea’s fingers twitched against her thigh, her skin burning from the proximity, from the warmth of his breath ghosting over her.

Then—he bit her.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t hesitant.

It was firm, just enough pressure to make her body jolt, to make her fingers dig into his forearm. It sent a shiver straight through her, sharp and electric, curling in her gut like a slow-building fire.

Jey didn’t pull away immediately.

He lingered.

His teeth stayed pressed against her skin for a beat too long, just enough to make her thighs squeeze together involuntarily. His breath was hot against her collarbone, his grip on her hips tightening like he was anchoring himself.

Rhea felt dizzy.

The vodka was one thing, but this—this was something else entirely.

Finally, finally, Jey pulled back, his lips barely brushing over the spot he’d just bitten before he leaned away, his expression unreadable.

Rhea exhaled shakily, her pulse roaring in her ears. She thought of Jey, a whole bunch of thoughts running through her brain at a million miles per hour. She slowly lifted herself off Jey and that’s when he saw it: a slight wetness through her pajamas shorts and his growing erection.

The room felt different now.

The game had changed.

And Damian, always the devil on their shoulders, let out a low, appreciative whistle.

“Well, shit.” He chuckled, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. “Didn’t think you had it in you, Uce.”

Jey grabbed his beer and took a slow sip, still not saying a damn word. He didn’t even look at Damian when he muttered, “Shut up.”

Rhea swallowed hard, her skin still tingling, still burning.

Damian was watching them both now, eyes flicking between them, his smirk deepening.

“Oh, this is about to be real interesting,” he murmured, amusement dripping from every word.

Rhea’s skin still burned where Jey had bit her, the memory of his teeth lingering like a ghost of something unfinished. Jey, for his part, looked unbothered, but she wasn’t fooled. The way his thumb absentmindedly tapped against his beer bottle told her everything. They were toeing a line none of them had acknowledged out loud.

“Player on your right has to kiss both players in the game for a full ten seconds.”

The silence stretched.

Jey was on Damian’s right.

Rhea was on Jey’s right.

Rhea’s breath hitched.

Jey exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening around his bottle before he set it down.

Rhea didn’t move.

She should have made a joke, maybe tossed in some smartass comment to cut the tension, but she couldn’t. Not when she could feel Jey’s hesitation, not when she could see the way Damian was watching him, waiting.

Waiting to see if he’d actually do it.

Jey’s jaw flexed.

And then—he made his decision.

He turned to Rhea first.

His movements were slow, hesitant almost. A silent warning, a question that hung in the space between them. He was giving her time to stop this, to tell him no.

She didn’t.

Instead, she tilted her chin up ever so slightly, a silent invitation.

Jey moved in.

The second their lips met, it was like a the wire snapped—months of pent up frustration, of lingering touches and stolen glances, igniting into something scorching.

Jey kissed her like he had something to prove, like he was claiming her, one hand cupping her jaw, the other fisting into the hem of her pajama top, as if holding himself back.

Rhea barely had time to process the heat of it before it was over.

Jey pulled back, his breath uneven.

The moment barely had time to settle before he turned toward Damian.

If there was hesitation in Jey before, it was gone now.

Damian held his gaze, his expression unreadable, but there was something beneath it—something dark, something expectant.

And when Jey finally closed the distance, Damian met him halfway.

This kiss was different.

Slower.

Deeper.

Like they were testing the weight of it, feeling the edges of something neither of them had ever dared to touch before.

Damian was the one who broke it, his teeth catching Jey’s bottom lip before he pulled back, smirking. “Didn’t think you’d actually do it, Uce,” he murmured.

“Man, shut the fuck up.”

Jey never realized how loud silence could be until now.

It filled the hotel suite like a fog, settling in the spaces between them. He could still feel it—the heat of Rhea’s lips, the way Damian tasted like vodka, the weight of the choice they had just made without saying a damn word.

And now?

Now, the spell was broken by a knock at the door.

“Room service!”

Jey blinked, his mind taking a second too long to process what was happening. Then it hit him. His burger. The one he ordered over an hour ago, back when things were still simple—before dares, before lines blurred, before he felt the weight of two different mouths on his.

He stood up, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he made his way to the door. It felt weird to move, like he wasn’t fully back in his body yet… partially because his crouch area was tight. He cracked his neck, inhaled deep, then opened the door.

A hotel worker stood there, a polite smile on his face, holding a tray. “Here you are, sir.”

Jey nodded, slipping him a tip and taking the tray without another word. The smell of hot fries and grilled beef should have made his stomach growl, but all it did was remind him how far they’d strayed from normal.

He shut the door and turned back to the couch.

Rhea was still curled up in the corner, her legs tucked under her, fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. She wasn’t looking at him, not really—her gaze kept flickering between him and Damian, like she was waiting for someone to say something first.

Damian, on the other hand, was stretched out, the muscle tank doing nothing to hide the lazy confidence in his posture. He dragged a hand through his hair, letting out a short chuckle. “Damn. Forgot you even ordered that.”

Jey shrugged. “Had other shit on my mind.”

The weight of those words sat between them.

He placed the tray on the table, lifting the silver dome to reveal a perfectly cooked burger, crispy fries on the side. He should eat. Should focus on something normal.

But normal had left the room a long time ago.

Jey picked up a fry, rolling it between his fingers before popping it into his mouth. He chewed slowly, watching as Damian’s smirk deepened.

“So,” Damian drawled, his voice low, teasing, but laced with something else. “We just gonna pretend that didn’t happen?”

Rhea let out a soft breath through her nose, her fingers still playing with the hem of her shirt. “You wanna pretend it didn’t?” she asked, her voice quieter than usual.

Jey’s stomach twisted—not from nerves, but from the weight of knowing there was no going back now.

He swallowed, set his burger down, and leaned back against the couch. His fingers drummed against his thigh, his mind racing through a million different outcomes.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“Nah.” His voice was rough. Honest.

He met Rhea’s gaze first, then Damian’s.

They all knew.

They all felt it.

For a moment, the weight of their unsaid thoughts lingered between them, the room was charged. None of them wanted to be the first to move, to break whatever fragile tension still hung in the air.

Then Rhea stretched, slow and deliberate, pushing off the couch with ease. The oversized pajama shirt she wore draped over her frame, teasing the curve of her thighs as she stood. She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling like she was trying to clear her head.

“I’m gonna go to my room,” she murmured, voice smooth, unreadable.

Jey’s eyes flickered up to her, something unreadable in his stare. Damian, lounging against the couch, traced the rim of his vodka glass with his finger, watching her just as intently.

They knew what this was.

She walked toward the bedroom door, fingers curling around the handle. The soft click of the latch echoed in the quiet room as she pulled it open, but before stepping inside, she turned back.

Rhea’s lips curved into the slightest smirk, eyes flicking between the two men still seated on the couch.

“Bed is big enough for three.”

A breeze rolled in through the cracked window, stirring the air.

Neither Jey nor Damian spoke, but the shift was instant. Jey’s grip tightened against his knee, his jaw flexing. Damian, always the more openly reckless of the two, let out a low hum, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

Rhea held their gazes for another beat, her smirk widening just slightly before she turned on her heel, stepping inside and leaving the door open behind her.

The invitation lingered.

Jey exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly as if trying to steady himself. Damian was already watching him, sharp amusement flickering behind his dark eyes.

“Well, Uce?” Damian murmured, voice low, edged with challenge.

Jey dragged a hand down his face, but there was no denying the way his body had already made the decision before his mind could catch up.

Without a word, he stood.

Damian smirked and followed.

[codyrhodeslover375]

This isnt mine this is

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Mami & Papi | Good Boy pt 2 | Jey Uso x Damian Priest x Rhea Ripley (SMUT) 18+!

(Not my gif)

Description: Part two of Good Boy.

Warnings: Dom/sub, multiple partners, threesome, sub!jey x Switch Rhea x Dom Damian, praise, degradation, orgasm delay and denial, edging, begging, petnames, honorifics (Mami and Papi), oral, handjob, teasing, swallowing, cum swapping/cum kissing.

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MDNI!! 18+!!!

The room is dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows on the walls.

Rhea and Damian are seated on a plush sofa, their eyes fixed on Jey who is kneeling on the floor in front of them.

Jey looks up at them with a mixture of anticipation and submission, his big brown eyes wide and his body trembling slightly. He was desperate. The duo known as the terror twins hadn't let him cum in almost a week.

Rhea smirks, enjoying the sight of him on his knees. She runs her fingers through his curls, tugging gently.

"Such a good boy," she purrs, her voice low and seductive. "On your knees for us."

Damian chuckles, his eyes raking over Jey's body.

"He has been such a good boy, hasn't he?" he says, his gaze lingering on Jey's erection.

Rhea nods, her hand still playing with Jey's hair.

"He has," she agrees. "He's been so patient, waiting for us to let him cum."

Jey whimpers, his body arching towards Rhea's touch. He's so desperate to be touched, to be allowed to cum.

Damian grins, enjoying the sight of Jey's desperation.

"Look at him," he says to Rhea. "He's practically begging for it."

Rhea looks down at Jey, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"You want to cum, don't you baby boy?" she asks, her voice dripping with teasing.

Jey nods eagerly, his eyes pleading with her. "Yes, Mami." he says.

Rhea chuckles and looks over at Damian.

"Should we give him what he wants?" she asks, her hand moving from Jey's hair to his chin, tilting his head up.

Damian pretends to think about it for a moment, then smirks.

"I suppose he's been good enough," he says. "He deserves a reward."

Rhea grins and turns her attention back to Jey.

"Stand up," she commands, her voice firm.

Jey quickly gets to his feet, his body trembling with anticipation.

Damian stands up as well, towering over Jey. He circles around him, like a predator stalking its prey.

"Look at him, so eager to please," he says, his hand trailing down Jey's back.

Jey shivers at Damian's touch, his eyes following the other man's movements. He's completely under their control, and he loves it.

Rhea steps closer to Jey, her body pressed against his. She runs her hands over his tattooed chest, her touch light and teasing.

"You're so beautiful like this," she whispers in his ear. "All ours to play with."

Damian comes up behind Jey, his chest against his back. He wraps his arms around Jey's waist, holding him in place.

"You're our good little toy," he murmurs, his lips grazing the back of Jey's neck.

Jey's breath hitches as Damian's lips touch his skin. He can feel Rhea's hands on his chest, her touch sending shivers down his spine.

"Please..." he whimpers, his body aching with need.

Rhea smiles at his pleading, enjoying the sound of his desperation.

"Please what, baby boy?" she asks, her hands trailing lower.

Jey's face flushes with embarrassment, but he can't hold back his desires any longer.

"Please let me cum," he begs, his voice trembling.

Damian chuckles darkly, his grip on Jey tightening.

"Such a needy little thing," he says, his breath hot against Jey's ear. "We'll let you cum, but only when we're satisfied."

"Do you me to ride your face while Papi makes you feel good?" Rhea teases.

Jey's eyes widen at Rhea's suggestion, his cock twitching at the thought.

"Y-yes please..." he stutters, his voice filled with excitement.

Rhea grins, pleased with his reaction. She looks over at Damian, who is also smirking.

"I think he likes that idea," she says, her hand wrapping around Jey's cock.

Damian nods in agreement, his eyes dark with lust.

"I think so too," he says, his hands sliding down to Jey's hips. "Get on the bed, baby boy."

Jey obeys immediately, scrambling onto the bed and lying down on his back. He looks up at Rhea and Damian, his body trembling with anticipation.

Rhea and Damian climb onto the bed as well, each of them straddling one of Jey's legs. They look down at him, their eyes roaming over his body.

"You look so good like this," Rhea says, her hand tracing the lines of his abs.

Rhea grins and positions herself above Jey's face, her thighs on either side of his head.

"Are you ready, baby boy?" she asks, looking down at him with a playful glint in her eye.

Jey nods eagerly, his mouth watering at the sight of her. He can feel Damian's hands on his hips, holding him in place.

Rhea lowers herself down, her pussy hovering just above Jey's face. She teases him for a moment, her body tantalizingly close but not quite touching him.

Jey lets out a frustrated whine, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. He tries to lift his head, desperate to taste her.

Rhea chuckles at his eagerness and finally lowers herself down completely, her pussy pressing against his mouth.

"Good boy," she says, her voice low and sultry.

Jey moans against her, his tongue darting out to taste her. He licks and sucks at her folds, his movements desperate and hungry.

Rhea gasps as Jey's tongue works magic on her, her hands gripping his hair tightly. She grinds against his face, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck, he's so good at this..." she moans, throwing her head back.

Damian watches them with a smirk, his hands still holding Jey's hips in place.

"He's such a lil puta," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Look at him, he's practically drooling for it."

Jey can't deny it, he's completely lost in the taste and scent of Rhea. Not to mention Damian degrading him in Spanish always gives him butterflies. He's moaning and whimpering against her, his body writhing beneath her.

Rhea continues to ride Jey's face, her movements becoming more frantic as she nears her climax.

"I'm so close," she pants, her eyes locked on Damian. "He's going to make me cum so hard..."

Damian grins and moves his hand to Jey's cock, wrapping his fingers around it. He starts to stroke him slowly, teasing him with a light touch.

Jey's body jerks at the sensation, his moans muffled by Rhea's pussy. He tries to buck his hips, but Damian's grip on him is too strong.

Damian chuckles and tightens his grip, denying Jey any chance of relief.

"Patience, baby boy," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You'll get to cum when we say so."

Rhea throws her head back and cries out as she reaches her peak, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

"Oh, god... yes..." she moans, her grip on Jey's hair tightening as she rides out her climax.

Jey eagerly laps up her juices, his face covered in her cum. He looks up at her with a dazed expression, his eyes glazed over with pleasure.

Rhea climbs off of Jey's face and moves down to his cock, replacing Damian's hand with her mouth.

Damian moves up to straddle Jey's chest, his cock inches away from Jey's lips.

"Open up, baby boy," he says, his voice firm but gentle.

Jey obeys, his mouth opening wide as Damian slides his cock into Jey's mouth, groaning as he feels the warmth and wetness envelop him.

Jey struggles to take all of Damian's length, his eyes watering as he gags slightly. But he doesn't pull away, instead he relaxes his throat and tries to accommodate him.

Damian grips Jey's hair tightly, holding his head in place as he begins to thrust in and out of his mouth.

"Good boy, take it all," he grunts, his eyes locked on Jey's face.

Rhea is expertly working Jey's cock with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head and her lips forming a tight seal around him. She bobs her head up and down, taking him deep into her throat.

Jey is completely overwhelmed by the sensations, his body caught between the pleasure of Rhea's mouth and the fullness of Damian's cock in his throat. He's moaning and whimpering around Damian's length, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Damian increases the pace of his thrusts, his hips moving faster and harder as he nears his own climax.

"Fuck," he growls, looking down at Jey with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Such a good little cocksucker..."

Rhea can feel Jey's body tensing beneath her, a sure sign that he's close to cumming. She redoubles her efforts, sucking him even harder and faster.

Jey's body goes rigid as he reaches his peak, his hips bucking upwards as he shoots his load into Rhea's mouth. He lets out a strangled cry around Damian's cock, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.

Rhea swallows every drop of Jey's cum, licking his cock clean before pulling off with a satisfied smirk.

Damian grips Jey's hair tighter, his hips jerking as he reaches his own climax. He holds Jey's head in place as he shoots his load into his mouth, grunting loudly as he does so.

Damian grabs Jey's chin and forces him to look up at Rhea.

"Kiss her," he orders, his voice firm but gentle. "Show her how much you enjoyed it."

Jey's face is flushed and he's still breathing heavily, but he obeys Damian's command. He leans up and captures Rhea's lips in a messy, cum-filled kiss.

Rhea moans into the kiss, tasting Damian's cum on Jey's tongue. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer as they continue to make out.

Damian watches them with a satisfied smile, enjoying the sight of his two lovers kissing passionately. He runs his fingers through Jey's hair, gently massaging his scalp. "Such good lil pets."

Eventually, Rhea pulls away from the kiss, a trail of cum and saliva connecting their lips. She looks down at Jey with a smirk.

"You did so well, baby boy," she says, her voice low and sultry. "Such a good little cumslut."

Jey doesn't even try to hide the shy smile spreading across his face at their praise.

"Thank you, Mami and Papi," he whispers, his voice hoarse from the rough treatment.

Damian chuckles and leans down to nuzzle Jey's neck.

"You're welcome, Mi Amor."

[plaidpajamallama]

I feel like I may have already rebloged this but 🤷🏽‍♀️

“Sleepwalking Through the Shadows”

Summary: What if Jey had crossed paths with Damian Priest while he was still the Right Hand Man of the Bloodline, and Damian was still part of The Judgment Day?

CW: Angst

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Jey Uso stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him in the dim light. His soft curls hung low over his forehead. His shoulders were tense, a storm of emotions swirling in his chest, but he couldn’t name them. He’d been living in the shadows lately, like a sleepwalker lost between his role as the right hand man and the man he was beneath his crumbling shell. Jey never felt this angry, this demented, and was certainly not much of a crashout until this point due to the mental and physical abuse from Roman. His mind raced with unanswered questions, his place within the Bloodline felt like more a prison than a family. The only person that really could comfort him in times like this was his twin brother Jimmy, but unfortunately he was still out with a knee injury. Luckily for him though, Paul was out running errands for Roman and wouldn’t be here for another forty five minutes at the least. And Roman wasn’t here tonight at all, which gave him some time to reflect on everything that’s been happening lately.

Just then, the door to the locker room creaked open. Jey didn’t turn around; he knew who it was without having to look. The slow, deliberate footfalls were unmistakable.

Damian Priest stepped into the room, his presence magnetic, shadowy. The faint glow of the hallway lights illuminated the hard lines of his face, the dark glint in his eyes. His Puerto Rican heritage was reflected in the intensity he carried, like a simmering storm that could burst at any second. Him and Damian never really spoke much, however, they did see each other when Jey would be trailing behind Roman through the backstage hallways. Even behind that serious persona Damian had, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable.

“¿Todo bien, hermano?” Damian’s voice was smooth, but there was a certain weight to it—like he was asking more than just about Jey’s physical state.

Jey sighed, finally turning to face him, a mask of indifference plastered over his expression. But Damian could see through it. He always could.

“Yeah,” Jey muttered, though the word felt hollow even as he said it. “Just tired. A lot on my mind, you know?”

Damian stepped closer, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You’ve been sleepwalking through it all, huh?” he said, his voice lowering, a touch of concern hidden behind the sharpness. “Just going through the motions.”

Jey raised an eyebrow, meeting Damian’s gaze, the intensity of it unsettling him just a little. “Man what’s that supposed to mean?” he shot back, his tone defensive.

Damian didn’t back down. “It means you ain’t living, Jey,” he said, his words heavy with meaning. “I see you, man. You’re trapped in your head, stuck between what you think you gotta do and what you wanna do. No one can live like that forever.” He stepped closer, his voice a little softer but still firm. “No me hagas esto, hermano. You deserve more.”

Jey swallowed hard, fighting the urge to look away. He didn’t want to admit it, but Damian was right. Something inside him had been shutting down for weeks. He didn’t know where the Bloodline was taking him, but he didn’t think he could keep playing the role of the right hand man for much longer.

“You ain’t the only one trapped in their own mind,” Jey muttered, voice low. “Guess we both stuck, huh?”

Damian’s eyes flashed for a moment, and he took another step closer, closing the distance between them. There was a fire in his gaze, like he was trying to pull Jey out of his own personal prison. “No, you ain’t stuck, Jey,” he said, his voice soft but full of an intensity that hit Jey in a place he didn’t know existed. “You just scared to step outta that shadow. But you don’t have to do this alone. Let me help you, hermano.”

Jey was silent for a moment, his thoughts swirling in a storm of doubt and uncertainty. The words hung in the air between them like an invisible tether, pulling him in, making it harder to fight. His eyes flicked down to Damian’s hand, inches away from his arm, the temptation of the offer lingering there, unspoken.

“Man, I don’t need nobody to help me,” Jey said, his voice just above a whisper, but even he could hear the lie in it.

Damian’s gaze softened, his hand reaching out slowly, fingers brushing the back of Jey’s neck in a gesture that was both gentle and firm. “You don’t gotta be alone in this, Jey. I got you. We got this.”

Jey stiffened, but only for a second. The pressure of the moment began to ease, replaced by something deeper, something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. Damian’s touch was grounding him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time, like someone was finally seeing past the mask he’d put on for years.

Jey looked at him, not saying anything at first. The words weren’t there—he didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. But in the quiet, Damian didn’t need him to. The understanding between them was clear, even if neither one said it out loud.

The two men stood in the dark room, close but not touching, the weight of the silence heavy with all the things they both knew but couldn’t quite say. Jey didn’t know if he was ready to break free yet, but with Damian standing there, with that steady, unwavering presence, he was starting to believe he didn’t have to walk this path alone.

Damian’s lips parted as he leaned in, his breath warm against Jey’s ear. “I ain’t leaving you in the dark. You ain’t gotta be a sleepwalker no more, Jey.”

Jey closed his eyes, a sense of relief settling over him. He wasn’t sure what would happen next, or how to even move forward, but Damian’s presence, his words, they made it all feel a little less impossible. Maybe, just maybe, he could stop sleepwalking through his own life.

He didn’t answer back because he didn’t need to. With the new found respect that Jey had for Damian, hearing and understanding him was all he needed.

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Note: The atmosphere I wanted for this story is deeply influenced by the mood and themes in “Sleepwalker” by Adam Lambert, which talks about feeling lost, disconnected, and emotionally trapped. Not to mention it’s also a really good song imo. Anyway, with the emotional intensity, longing, and complexity of both Jey and Damian’s characters—especially in the moments where Jey feels like he’s been sleepwalking through his own life—are reflected in Damian’s desire to pull him out of that state! So Damian offers some understanding, companionship, and a way out, not just from the shadows but also from the emotional isolation Jey feels🫶🏽😌