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Black Sweatpants (Roman Reigns)
Why did the Tribal Chief arrive late to the Pat McAfee Show? Based on Roman's appearance on March 22 2024. Pat was forced to cut a promo on the fly because Roman took too long to come out 😂
Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC
Word Count: 1.8k
Warning: Smut
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You knew he would get out there late, and you accepted full responsibility. But given the way you were getting dicked down right now, it was totally worth it.
Your blood-red lace thong dangled from your right ankle as Roman jackhammered into you, his thick shaft stuffed inside your tender walls. Biting down on your bottom lip, you wrapped your arms tight around the big man, long-awaited pleasure coursing down your spine all the way to your pastel-colored toes as he pounded you out in the corner of the spacious locker room.
"Oh, ohhh fuck," you couldn't help but cry out at one particularly deep thrust.
"Keep it down before someone comes in here," he growled. Hunched over you, the wicked gleam in his eyes watching you struggle to suppress your moans, told you he was relishing every second of your agony.
"I'm trying, you ain't helping," you whined back.
"Not hard enough," he countered, nudging your legs wider and making you watch his dick disappear inside your wetness. He slapped your hand away when you placed it on his abs to push him back because he was getting too deep. "Naw, you wanted this dick all day, you better take it now..."
When you ordered the new all-black hoodie and joggers set from Nike for Roman, you knew he would look good in it. However, when he returned for his scheduled private flight to Iowa for Pat McAfee's show wearing it, you didn't expect him to look that good. And you certainly did not expect his dick print to be on display like that. You had endured three tortuous weeks of no sex because he'd been away spending time with his two kids he shared with his ex-wife. So you were excited to have him back, and judging from that not-so-little bulge between his legs, he was excited to see you too. You could all but see it, that long, thick brown cock that time and again wreaked the unholiest of havoc in you, protruding against the cotton material and calling for your attention. But the man had the gall to play hard to get, deliberately spurning your advances, acting all platonic and professional, like the rest of his team didn't already know you were lovers. Never one to back down, you ramped up your actions, rubbing his inner thigh throughout the flight and on the ride to Field House, brushing your body against him every chance you got, teasing him right back, trying to get him to crack. As soon as he ordered everyone out of his locker room just minutes after arriving, you knew you succeeded.
Roman planted wet kisses along the side of your neck, the soft prickles of his thick beard unleashing another flood between your legs. His hulking body stretched over yours, his sweatpants rolled down to just underneath the curve of his ass cheeks for the purpose of this quickie. He was so hard inside you, demanding your pleasure as he impaled you with no mercy, his tempo hot and frenetic from the very start. His big hand slipped from your breast downwards to twirl his fingertips around your clit, your throaty whines music to his ears as your sweet moisture pooled around his fingers. The squelching noise pierced the air that was already thickened by your heavy breaths and his hips smacking into yours.
"Mmm, wet as fuck, just the way I like it," Roman grunted, leaning down to suckle on your left nipple, his saliva smearing the puckered skin when he released it with a wet pop, "I can tell you was goin' crazy without this dick, right, baby?"
"Yes, and yet your punk ass still ignored me all day, too fuckin' busy making your damn TikTok videos," you griped.
"Quit your whining, Daddy always gives you what you want in the end. Unh, how you feel so good all the time? I love it," he moaned, his brown irises rolling back briefly before they landed on yours again in an intense stare. Through the lustful haze of passion, you felt your heart thumping rapidly inside your chest as you looked into his eyes. It didn't matter if you were having sex or not; it always sped up in his mere presence.
You fell in love with him not long after you became his personal assistant a year and a half ago. You worked hard to please him, on the job and off it, and he showed you his gratitude in a plethora of ways, carnal and otherwise. You were a walking cliché, but you couldn't care less, not when it bagged you a man like that. The sex appeal oozed from his pores. He was confident and self-assured and had worked his ass off to get to where he was today. He got along with all of his team, was a decent and fair employer, and was generous to a fault, showering his staff with presents on birthdays and Christmases. The diamond pendant he gifted you for Valentine's Day currently hid between your cleavage he was kneading with his big hands. He was everything you could ask for in a boss and a boyfriend, which was honestly an impressive feat.
You placed one hand behind his neck and tugged him down to flick your tongue inside his warm mouth. His thrusts remained indulgent as you kissed hungrily, branding you, marking you, wiping out everything from your mind except the euphoric feeling that engulfed you every time he kissed and fucked you dumb. He pushed your dress further up your waist and gathered your supple ass cheek in his competent hand, lifting you right up against him. He was all up in your stomach and your walls suckled his cock greedily, holding him in a vice-like grip. The gruff yet sensual sounds pouring from him teased your core, making you need more of it, more of him.
"Awww, shit, yes," Your eyes fluttered shut when he began to wind his hips, circling clockwise and then in reverse, the head of his cock churning your sweet spot, his triumphant growl accompanying every thrust. In and out, in and out, the erotic loop punctuated by the low, husky groans of your Tribal Chief, causing your head to rock back from blinding bliss. "Ooooh baby, baby right there, ahh," you whimpered.
"Uh huh, I'm deep in that shit. Got this pussy feelin' good, huh?" Roman said, his haughty taunts disappearing in another moan as your pussy rippled around his dick over and over. He kept up his grinding strokes which seemed to intensify the throatier and more desperate your moans grew, as though the mere sound of them fueled his ruthlessness. His paw curled around your throat, his display of dominance leaving you a sopping, dripping mess as he made you take every inch of him. You were dizzy, on the verge of falling apart, and your body burned for release, yet all you could do was hold on while this man continued to destroy you, rendering you helpless and pathetic and under his heady spell.
"I'm gonna come, Daddy," you gasped. Your fingernails clawed at his forearm holding your neck, moaning his name as he fucked you harder, making sure there was no way you would last long with the kind of pounding he was giving you right now.
"Mmm-hmm, come on my dick, give it to me," he ordered, barely hanging on himself. He groaned as your pussy walls held his cock hostage, making him swell inside you as his climax beckoned. "Fuck, babe, ahhh, fuck..."
Burying your face in his broad chest, you barely kept your scream muffled as your orgasm tore through you, your body arching, legs trembling around his waist as you came hard. Time and space and coherence blurred into one sensual puddle. His heavy weight almost smothered you as he chased his own orgasm, his eyes glazing over in a telltale sign that he was right there with you. His hips jerked as his dick began to throb and twitch inside you, and you gasped at the feel of his seed spilling inside your walls, his big body shivering from the force of his release, his deep voice exhaling guttural moans as he succumbed to you. It felt so good, feeling him fall with you, toppling over the precipice of pleasure together.
After he finally caught his breath, Roman shifted back a bit to observe you, taking in your face, flushed with satisfaction, your lips plumped and ravaged by his own. You looked damn beautiful, and he showed you by brushing your mouths together in the gentlest, sweetest kisses.
"Happy now?" he smirked.
You grinned from ear to ear. "Very happy, Daddy. I've missed you. Love you so much."
"I love you too, baby," he replied with one last soft kiss, both of you moaning as his drained dick slipped out of your warm confines. You dragged yourself to a seated position when he climbed off you and hurriedly tugged his pants back up. Adjusting your dress, you checked your watch and sighed. "Great, you're two minutes behind schedule. You're not even mic'd up yet," you said, fishing out Roman's bottle of Jean-Paul Gaultier cologne from his backpack and giving the room a few quick spritzes to stifle the cloying scent of your latest sexscapade.
"Well, Pat's gonna have to wait," he answered flippantly as he raked his hair back into its trademark bun. He watched you reach for your underwear that had tangled around your foot and beat you to the punch, snatching up the tiny scrap of lingerie and tucking it into his back pocket.
"Roman!" you exclaimed.
"What? It's mine now," he declared, grabbing his gold championship belt and standing to his full height. You bit your lip as you drank him in, your gaze stopping between his sturdy thighs. You just had sex but you found yourself getting aroused again.
"Your dick print is still showing," you pointed out, licking your lips reflexively.
"Course it is, I got that thang on me," he bragged, smoothing his big hand over his groin, his body tingling from the memory of your delicious warmth. Noticing the heat in your eyes, he smiled that suggestive half-smile of his and tapped your backside. "Down, baby girl, Daddy's gotta go to work. You can have me all you want after TV tonight."
As you followed him out of the locker room and stepped into the cold sunshine, you caught the slightly pronounced limp in your man's walk, his glowing, kiss-swollen features, the extra width in his smile, and beamed with pride.
Yeah, I did that shit.
THE END
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Another short one. Thoughts?
I have a few more Roman ones I'm working on and hope to get out soon.
Thank you all so much for reading!
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Thick Thighs: Jey Uso
AN I do not own the image in this imagine.
You're not sure when you picked up this new kink of yours, but it was kind of embarrassing. But you couldn't help it. Everything your husband did was so attractive. From the grill wearing, the daddy shorts, the crop tops, and the exposed thighs were driving you insane and he didn't even know it. You watched as he was in the garage working out for his and the Bloodline's upcoming paper view this weekend. He had on his infamous hoochie daddy shorts and his thighs were exposed as he did some bench presses. You watch with hunger as his thighs flex each time, he brings the weight bar down. His thighs were so thick and tanned that you wanted to ride them badly. You wouldn't admit that to him though, too scared he might find your kink embarrassing. Sure he was into some kinky shit like daddy kink, choking kink, bondage, spitting, you name it, surely he wouldn't find this new kink any different right? Then again he seemed to be in a good mood so maybe he'd be down for it. Hell, your man was nasty as shit.
"You like what you see?" He asks throwing you out of your thoughts. He sits up from the bench wiping sweat from his forehead as he takes a drink of his water. You say nothing as you walk up to your man and straddle his lap. He wraps his beautifully tatted arms around your waist, groping your butt and massaging it gently. One thing about this man, he was going to touch you any chance he got.
"Hey daddy."
"Hey mama. What's up with you?" He asks looking to you with a smile. You know damn well this man ain't have his grill in too? Lord, he was about to kill you!
"Baby, I was thinking about trying something new. It might seem weird, but I think in the end it'll bring you and I both pleasure." You say biting your lip nervously. He raised a brow curiously while wrapping his arms around you tighter.
"What's what?"
"Welllll...I was wanting to try......" You somehow couldn't get the words out. Why was this so hard? You look away ashamed. He grabs your chin to look in square in the eye.
"Tell me."
"I want to try..t-thigh riding." You whisper.
"What was that?"
"Thigh riding."
"I can't hear you."
"Thigh riding Jey." When you don't hear anything, you look up to see your husband smirking at you as your face heats up a little. You hide your face on his chest. "Don't laugh."
"I ain't say nun baby, and I'm definitely not kink shaming, but where'd this come from?"
"I don't know it's just....you have really nice thighs and they're so thick and nice." You whimper as you look down at his beautiful thighs that you were sitting on. You begin massaging his thighs, inching closer and closer to his manhood. You were so damn needy right now and he wasn't making it any better. You desperately wanted your man. You feel him jerk under you at your sudden motion. You look up at your husband through hooded eyes as he stares you down intensely. He reaches his hands under the oversized shirt you were wearing just now noticing you weren't wearing any panties. Your pussy sitting directly on his naked thigh. He inwardly groans, feeling his dick slowly stiffening at the thought.
"Oh yeah?" He asks eyes darkening with lust. He was honestly ready to skip all the foreplay and just get straight to fucking, but he knew you wanted to try this new kink out. "Wanna get yourself off on my thighs baby?" He asks as you begin to slowly rock your naked pussy against his thigh, already dripping wet.
"Mmmm." You moan lying your hands on his chest.
"Words baby, words." He warns.
"Yes Jey mmm." You feel him flex his thighs under you causing you to throw your head back.
"Nah, you want it, you gon have to ride it, like it's my dick. Come on." He says wrapping one hand around your throat and the other on your hip guiding your hips as you begin to ride his thigh. The feel of his smooth skin rubbing against your folds were driving you mad. "Damn." He groans looking down at how soaked you were making his thigh. He grabs your chin and kisses your lips longingly. He flexes his thigh again causing as gasp to leave your lips, giving him access to your mouth. He slips his tongue into your mouth and you begin sucking on his tongue sloppily. His dick was twitching mercilessly and he couldn't wait to be inside you when this was over. He moves his hand from your hip to palm his aching bulge, hoping to ease the pain from being restrained. "Uhhhh fuck bae." He groans feeling overcome with need.
"I need you inside me right the fuck now Jey." You beg as you watch him hurriedly pull down his shorts, dick springing free, slapping gently against his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sight of his beautiful caramel dick, precum leaking from his tip.
"Come here baby, take what you need." He urges as you straddle his waist and sink down his dick a groan leaving both of your mouths simultaneously.
"Fuck me baby, please!" You beg shamelessly as you begin to bounce up and down on his dick. You kept clenching around his dick as he drove himself into you fast and hard, balls slapping against your ass as you bounce on him. Throwing your head back, you take in the feel of his dick hitting your spot relentlessly.
"Fuck, that shit feels so fucking good daddy!" You moan out wrapping your hands in his now damp hair.
"Look at how your pussy grippin this dick baby. Grip game on a hundred, shit!"
"S-Shit ugh, Jey you're so fuh-fucking deep!" You feel him begin to throb inside of you as you rode him faster. "Mmm you gonna cum for me daddy?"
"Hell yeah baby, I'm bout to bust. Shit!"
"Come on baby, give it to me." You encourage as you lift your up to where only his tip is inside you, before sinking back down as you squeeze around him, knowing that drives him crazy.
"Fuck baby, I'm cumin, I'm cumin." Burying his head in the crook of your neck, you feel the all too familiar feeling of his warm fluid filling you up. Heavily breathing your rest your head against his shoulder. "Hey, look at me." You lift your head to look at your husband who was a smirking mess. "Next time, don't be embarrassed to tell me, you never know what I'm in to."
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Night In ♡
Featuring 🌷: dom! roman reigns + sub!female reader
Warning ☁️: dub-con, arguing, throat fucking, unprotected p in v, rough sex, sir kink, edging, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, use of the word “bitch”, reassurance, 18+ Minors, please don't interact. Thanks! ୨୧
Word Count 🌷: 1.5k
Scenario ☁️: after an argument with Roman about your plans for the night, he decided to make you reconsider it.
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You and Roman stood in your living room, voices escalating into a heated argument. Your eyes flashed with determination, while Roman’s face was etched with anger.
"You ain’t goin’ no motherfuckin’ where," Roman cursed, his tone tinged with disappointment.
You sighed, your hands on your hips. "I’m not doing this shit tonight Roman, I need my alone time too!”
"It's not about needing it. It's about prioritizing our relationship," Roman countered, his voice tinged with hurt. "We barely spend time together as it is, and now you want to go out?"
"You’ve prioritized work even when you’re not working! I’m always holding you down, so let me have one night to myself. Please," You pleaded, your eyes searching for understanding.
"You heard what I said." Roman’s frustration bubbled to the surface, cutting his eyes over at you.
“No, you heard what the fuck I said. I’m grown,” Before you could even grab your keys and walk out of the door, Roman blows his breath and grabs your arm, guiding you upstairs.
"Getcho’ fucking hands off me! Let me go, Roman!" You screamed, trying to yank your arm away. His grip tightened as he began to dig his fingers into your wrist bone, making you wince. "You better pipe it the fuck down," Roman says through gritted teeth, clenching his jaw, his grip tightening even more.
As you both entered the bedroom, he scooped you up, his arms firm yet tender, and deposited you onto the bed with a force that spoke of both passion and possession. His gaze met the mixture of shock and fear etched on your face, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips, revealing the faint emergence of his darker desires. His eyes trailed down to where the hem of your dress delicately lifted, exposing your pink thongs. Anger filled his eyes when he saw your panties, he hovered over you and asked you in a sinister aggressive tone, “Who did you wear these for, hmm?”
“N..nobody! Roman, can you please just let me go.” You sniffled, afraid of the man that was on top of you. You’ve never seen him this angry.
You thought that those poor crocodile tears would move him, but they did quite the opposite. They turned him on. He doesn't care that you're crying. He doesn't care that you need “alone time”. He doesn't care that you are scared. He wants to teach you a lesson.
“Shut the fuck up,”
Roman crept off of the bed and silently watched you as he began to undress, “Sit up, lemme see how much mouth you got now.” You slowly sat up as Roman fingers entangled in your hair. You slowly opened your mouth and looked up at him, growing aroused at the hardened look on his face. He began to thrust his hips up as you looked at him with teary eyes,
“Can’t take it?” Roman groaned, biting his lip as he looked down at you. He lets out a loud groan, bucking his hips as his breath shutters, he mentally curses himself for having to cum so quickly. His seed soon spilled down your throat, he groaned in satisfaction as he watched you swallow it.
Removing your head from his dick, he looked at you with a smile. His large hands reached your thighs, and he tightly gripped the thong that clothed your pussy, dragging it down.
"Ro…."
“Who?”
“S..sir…”
He placed a finger across your wet slit, his voice condescending. "Need me to fuck some sense into you? ’S what you want?”
Finally speaking up, you whimper, and that was the signal to Roman that he could do anything he wanted to you. Roman bends down just enough to bring his face close to yours and whispers, “Tell me what you need, pretty.”
“Please sir, want..you…”
Roman pushes you down and begins to circle your clit, dangerously remaining silent as he watches your head fall back on the bed, and a pornographic moan leaves you. He sped up his motions as he watched your chest heave, “Wanna cum f’ me?”
“Y..yes sir!”
He grinned before his fingers went down to your hole, and he began to quickly finger you. You curse as you grind against his palm, he starts to scissor you, “Fuckk! Please, sir…” He smirked as his fingers pounded into you. You could barely keep your eyes open as you felt your thighs shake as you approached your orgasm. Roman knew you were close but like the obedient girl you are, all you had to do was ask.
“Please what, baby girl?” You cry as he roughly jabs at your spot. "Roman, Fuck! I..I mean sir!"
"Shut up," he snaps. That little slip-up just made all of this worse for you and you knew it. Roman removes his fingers before you could cum, leaving you squirming in frustration and in fear of what’s next to come.
Before you knew it, Roman flipped you onto your stomach causing you to jolt when you felt him enter you. He was so big and he always had to go in slowly but not this time. You squirm against his hold,
"Stop fucking moving," he commands. "If y’know what’s good for you."
A hiss escapes your lips as his hips were slamming against your ass with his rough thrusts. "Why couldn’t you just listen to me, baby girl?" he growls against your ear.
“S..sorryyy,” You rasped, all you could do was moan and grip the sheets. His dick filled you up so nicely, each stroke he was digging deeper into your wetness. "Should I let you cum?"
Your lower lip trembles as you feel warm salty tears roll down your face, your lack of response seems to piss Roman off as he grips your hair, making you yelp. "Answer me."
"Yes, sir," You cry, making him groan from your submission.
His speed picks up, his thrusts causing more tears to fall from your face. You can feel your muscles tightening in anticipation of your release, letting out a scream as a particularly rough thrust hits you. “Please, please, please! ‘M cumming, oh my-“
He reached down and grabbed your neck, slowing down his strokes, rotating his hips as you rode out your high, “Thank me, bitch.”
“Th..thank you, sir!”
His deep laugh rumbled as he spoke, “You don’t think that I’ll let you just get away with that, do you? You didn’t ask for permission,”
“But-“
“Fix your arch, you better not make a fucking sound,” You quickly obeyed before Roman thrusts came at full force. It felt so much more sensitive as the juices from your previous orgasm caused you to feel his length so much better. You tried to cover your mouth before he took your hand and put it behind your back.
“Yes, please don’t stop!”
“Didn’t I fuckin’ tell you to shut up?” Roman growled before shoving your face into the pillow, the discomfort turned you on even more as you took a mouth full of the pillow and bit down hard.
You felt your orgasm creeping on you again, causing you to groan against the pillow. Roman deep moans filled the room as the two of you felt your ends nearing. You began clenching tightly around him, causing him to ram into your spot. You lightly shook as he smiled,
"There we go" He grunted.
Pulling your face out of the pillow, he smiled, “Pussy feels ‘so good, pretty girl. Let me hear you,” Tears fell as you reached back scratching and pushing on his stomach. It felt so good you couldn't take it anymore. You tried desperately to crawl away but you couldn’t escape.
“P-please let me c..cum!”
With a smack to your ass, you came on command. Roman followed quickly after you, your name sounding like chants. Weakly, you turned over as he laid down to kiss you as the two of you came down from your high.
“Y’know, you did good for me baby.” He kissed you softly before moving down to your sensitive core.
“N-no, ‘s sensitive” You whimpered, trying to scoot away from him. He rubbed your thighs, comforting you.
“Shh, Daddy’s gonna clean you up,”
He slowly opened your thighs before he dragged his tongue around your clit, making you flench. He drifted his tongue from your clit to your leaking hole. Roman flicked his tongue inside of you while thumbing your clit. Your mind has gone completely blank, all you could do was say, "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" through gritted teeth. Trying your hardest to control your breathing as your legs started to close around Roman’s head.
You reached down, running your fingers through Roman’s hair causing him to groan. The vibrations caused a tingly feeling causing your high to accelerate.
"Oh, can I-" you began, your mouth becoming agape at the feeling of your juices beginning to flow out of you. "Cum for me," he groaned, feeling your juices coat his tongue. He smirked up at you, watching you come undone for the third time. Your body shook uncontrollably as Roman finally gave your sweet pussy one last kiss before pulling away from you.
Your chest heaved up and down as you watched Roman lick his lips and get the juices off his face that his tongue couldn't reach itself. He looked up at you and ran a hand through his damp beard, "You still goin’ out tonight?”
“No sir..”
“That’s my girl.”
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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷
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it always leads to you (in my hometown)
oh hi, im back after almost a year of not posting fics, and of course it's my main man who pulls me back in! this is my first jey uso fic, so pls comment & reblog & let me know what you think!! i tried to make it angsty, to fit the song more, but i guess that's not the direction my brain wanted to go!!
jey uso x afab!reader
smut, 18+, minors dni!!
word count: 2,420
some people i thought might like this (if you don't wanna be tagged, just let me know!): @southerngirl41 @bebesobrielo @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @rollinsland @wrestlezaynia @crxssjae
summary: when you're in town for the holidays, it always ends up with you in jey usos bed for the weekend. this time, it isn't enough, and jey shows you why you can't leave him behind.
You stared out the window, feeling content as you watched the snow fall outside, frost gathering on the glass. You and Jey had spent all weekend in bed, sleeping half the day away and sharing body heat in more ways than one; which is how you spent all the fleeting weekends together. You had so much to do before you left in two days, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the warm bed, especially when Jey was sleeping beside you, looking like a literal angel.
This had been happening for the last four years and you remembered it all too well; the bewildered, haunted look when Jey locked eyes with you for the first time in years, like he'd seen a ghost. You remembered the ice that ran through every vein in your body when he walked past you without acknowledging you, making you consider whether you were a ghost. You remember lying in your childhood bedroom, old photographs of you and Jey still on your walls, staring down at you, judging you. You knew you'd hurt him when you left, he didn't think your reasons were good enough; but it never crossed your mind that he'd pretend you were a stranger. But as you stared at the posters and photographs on your walls, you realised that you were a stranger now, you didn't recognise the girl in the photographs anymore.
A few days later, you bumped into Jey again, this time you were both alone, walking past the school you used to share, and things seemed different. He opened a dialogue, asked you how you'd been, asked about your life, and before you knew it, you'd been standing in the cold for half an hour. Jey offered you a ride, and you weren't ready for this to end; it felt familiar, but also new. So you accepted and you drove around the small town, commenting on how things hadn't changed. Four hours later, you were in his bed, doing things you had only dreamed about.
You thought it would be a one-off, that maybe the universe was giving you a better goodbye than the first time, a better reunion than the one in the bar. But the next holiday you were in town, he text you, and you ended up in his bed again. Then Jey started surprising you at the airport -sometimes you hadn't even told him what time your flight was- and although he dropped you off at your parents house, it wasn't long before you were spending most of the time with Jey. It was essentially a weekend-long holiday hook up, a way to make you feel less lonely during the holidays and a way to have what could've been -what should've been- if you had just stayed.
Jey stirred in his slumber, retracting his arm that was stretched over you, taking away the warmth and leaving a chill behind, as you pulled the quilt up further, you couldn't help but think of it as a metaphor for how you would feel in a couple of days when you left. You turned your back on the beautiful view outside the window to the -in your totally, unbiased opinion- the more beautiful view next to you. Even after all the years of knowing Jey, he still took your breath away, he still set your heart ablaze. Every time you were here, you took every opportunity to mentally record every detail of him to take back with you. Every new grey hair, every tattoo, every laughter line, every perfect imperfections, you took it all in. You basked in the warmth, the comfort, the happiness that you felt in this bed, knowing it would all be over in a flash.
"Mornin' babe," Jey said, with a sleepy smile, "you're watchin' me sleep, forgot you were a creep."
You hummed in response as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his pillow-like lips. "And I forgot you snore." You teased, and Jey scoffed, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.
"Such a liar." He mumbled against your lips and you smiled, pulling away and finding your place on his chest. Your fingertips traced the lines of his intricate tattoo on his chest, as his stroked your back, soothingly.
The time you spent with Jey, in this bed, the room, the house; felt like a different world. Like reality as you know it didn't exist here, it was just you and Jey, and nothing else mattered. You hated leaving, you hated getting on the plane, going back to your life like you hadn't just left the warmest place you'd ever known.
"So..." Jey started, and you knew what was coming. The dreaded question that he asked every time. "How long we got? Until you-"
You cut him off, not wanting the words to be said, as if it somehow wouldn't happen if Jey didn't speak it into the universe. "I know what you mean, Jey." You sighed. "Can't we just stay in this bubble for a little longer?"
"How much longer? Like, you wanna talk later, over dinner? Or how about the mornin' of your flight so we barely get to say goodbye?" He snapped, and you scoffed at the outburst. "Ay, you're the one who-"
"Okay," you cut him off before he finished the sentence, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe that had been thrown on the floor the night before as you stood up and pulled it over your body. "You really wanna spend the time arguing?"
"No! I jus'-" Jey groaned and turned on his side, his elbow resting on the mattress. "Okay listen, I know our whole thing; no stayin', no waitin', but-"
"No Jey, this works!" You lied. You knew you were trying to convince him more than yourself, because you knew it wasn't working. If it did, leaving him wouldn't break your heart, you wouldn't spend the year counting down to the next holiday. Nobody in your life knew you like Jey. They didn't know which smiles you were faking, or which laughs were genuine. They didn't even know your coffee order, or your favourite film.
"This works for you? This is enough for you?" Jey asked. "Because it isn't for me."
You bit your lips, you'd expected this every time, you knew it would happen eventually. Jey was always going to find someone who could give him more than you could offer.
"What are you saying?" You asked. "You don't-you wanna end this?"
Jey got his knees and shuffled towards you, leaning up and cupping your face with his hands, his eyes level with yours. "I don't wanna end this." He said. "I wanna be with you."
"Jey," you whispered, hoping he could see in your eyes how much love you have for him. "I can't- We can't-"
"Ay, just listen." Jey said. "What if I came wit' you?"
You stared at him, speechless, your face still in his hands. "That's not funny."
"It ain't supposed to be funny."
"Stop it. You can't just say stuff like this, not in here, not like this when we're all caught up in the bubble!" You said, throwing your hands around. "You have your family here, a life here, you're just gonna leave it all behind?!"
"Didn't stop you." Jey retorted, and you rolled your eyes.
"That was different! I didn't pack up my life to follow someone across the country!" He smirked at you, making you roll your eyes a second time.
"Ay, you think highly of yourself, don't ya?" He joked, but you groaned and pulled his hands away from your face, putting your own over your face. "What if I ain't doin' it for you? What if I'm doin' it for me?" He asked. He pulled your hands from your face and held them. "I know you tell me not to, but I wait, babe. I wait for you to call, to text, I ask your parents when you're comin', so I can wait at the airport for you. I don't wanna wait anymore, I wanna be wit' you, for real, and you can't stay."
You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let yourself smile, and you turned your back on him, sitting back down on the bed. He was saying all the right things, wearing your favourite smile, and it was hard to be logical right now. This was never an option, because what if he ended up resenting you? Having Jey sporadically in your life through the year was better than the alternative.
Jey ran his hands up and down your arms, planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. "Jus' think about it, babe." He whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. "We can have more than jus' weekends." His hands slid over your skin, grazing your breasts as he followed a path down to your stomach, sending shivers through your whole body. "We can do this-" His hand slipped into your underwear, teasing you. "-whenever we want."
You tilted your head back, leaning it against his shoulder as he nibbled your neck, and you hummed, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his fingers exactly where you needed them. He clicked his tongue before he dug his teeth into your neck, a moan escaping your mouth as his fingers teased your entrance.
His hard cock was pressed against your back, and as he played and teased you, you reached around and grabbed his cock. He rutted against your hand, moaning into your neck as you stroked the long length, the action making him push two fingers inside you. They moved inside you, matching the pace of your hand on his cock; when you slowed down, he did, and when you quickened the pace, he did too.
Jey upped the ante, his thumb flicking over your clit, making your hips buck, your grip on his cock tightening, making it twitch. Jey groaned into your shoulder, and when you ran your thumb over his tip, he pulled away from your hand. "Nah, you're gonna make me cum." He mumbled into your shoulder. He kissed your skin again, before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper pathetically. You watched as he slipped off the bed and pushed you backwards on the bed before getting on his knees. "Gotta remind you what you'll be missin' if you leave without me." He smirked, burying his head in between your legs.
You moaned loudly as he flattened his tongue against your cunt, slowly licking every part of you. He quickened the pace, and just as you arched your hips, he pinned them against the bed, while pushing two fingers inside you, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit. This was euphoric, you writhed underneath him as he drove you wild. Jey knew exactly what he was doing and his plan was working, you knew that he could ask you for anything right now -doing that thing with his tongue- you'd say yes to anything and everything.
"So wet for me." He muttered against you, nibbling the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his fingers. All you could do was gasp and moan as he didn't give you a moment to breathe, sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. You tried to hold out, to delay your orgasm, but it wasn't long before you let yourself go, bundling the sheets in your hands as your thighs gripped his head.
Jey pulled back and crawled up your body, his thick, hard cock grazing your cunt, making your body twitch. He grinned down at you, his beard glistening with your juices, his dark eyes full of lust and you pulled him down by the chain around his neck for a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other as you ran your hands down his toned back. He rubbed his cock against your cunt, and you bucked your hips against him. "Fuck me, Jey." You managed to gasp, and he grinned at you, his eyes darkening more. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning with you as your cunt tightened around him.
Your moans were lost in Jeys mouth as your bodies rocked together, your kisses getting rougher and more passionate. His free hand playing with your breasts, switching between them, refusing to let your hands free. "Such a good girl, takin' my cock like this." He grunted and you threw your head back as he attacked your neck once again. Your orgasm was bubbling up inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he fucked you harder and deeper, his own orgasm imminent. He brought his lips back to yours, the kiss slower, but not less passionate, and when he let go of your hands to grip your hips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
"Shit, baby, I'm so close." He groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts getting harder. You rolled your hips making his cock twitch inside you, and in all the bliss and passion as your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, three words slipped out of your mouth.
"Come with me." You whispered, nibbling his earlobe. "So close." He repeated, and you grabbed his head, making him look at you.
"No Jey, come with me." You said, and he looked in your eyes, he flashed you that beautiful smile -one that could light up a starless night sky. You nodded, and he kissed you, just as his own orgasm hit, and he thrusted into you a few more times, his moans being caught by your mouth.
He dropped onto you; his body like a welcome weighted blanket, and you wrapped your arms around him as he lay on your chest. "Did ya mean it?" He asked quietly. You ran your fingers through his hair, and thought about what you said. You hadn't meant to say it, especially in that moment, it had just slipped out. You also hadn't meant to confirm it was in fact, what you meant. But you meant it with your whole heart, and you knew as soon as Jey voiced it as an option, you knew you couldn't leave him behind again.
"I mean it, Jey. I've never meant anything more."
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Sugar | Jey Uso x Black fem!Reader (first person pov) 18+!! SMUT!! MDNI
Description: Reader takes care of Jey after his match with Gunther.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Praise (good girl), pet names (baby, babe, babygirl), service submission, blowjob, swallowing, extremely mild angst.
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My eyes went wide the second I laid eyes on him. "Oh my gods, baby! your chest." I cried out looking at the red welps on my husband, he had to be in horrible pain. But I knew what he was feeling physically had nothing on the pain he must be feeling emotionally after having Jimmy, his own twin, cost him yet another title match.
Jey had come so close. The battle wounds on his chest showed just how much hell the ring general had put him through. I'd watched at home, in horror the entire thing and counted down the seconds until he made it home to me so I could hold him and tell him I'm proud of him.
I rushed to him, I couldn't help but feel a mix of concern and admiration.
"I'm here, Jey. I've got you," I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. "You were incredible out there, baby. You fought with all your might."
He leaned into my embrace, his breath heavy and labored. "Thanks, babygirl." He said.
As we stood there, the tension between us began to shift. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, and I knew that he needed more than just words of encouragement. He needed to know that I was there for him, that I would always be there for him, no matter what.
"Let me take care of you, Daddy." I murmured sensually, my lips brushing against his ear. "Let me show you how much I love you."
He nodded, his eyes shining with a mix of gratitude and desire as we made our way to the bedroom, He needed to feel my love and support in a more tangible way.
I began to gently massage his shoulders, kneading the tight muscles and working out the tension. He moaned softly, his head lolling forward as he surrendered to the sensation.
"That feels so good, babe," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "Such a good girl for Daddy."
I smiled to myself, pleased to see him relaxing in my arms. I continued to massage his shoulders and back, moving down to his lower back and hips.
"Turn over for me, Please Daddy," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper. Even though I was the one taking care of him and running the show tonight I was still very submissive.
He did as I asked, his eyes meeting mine as he lay on his back.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, my tongue exploring his mouth in a slow and sensual dance.
As we kissed I gently traced the red welts and bruises that marred his chest and he winced.
"Shh, it's okay," I murmured, pressing soft kisses to his wounds. "I'm here for you, Daddy. I'm here to take care of you."
He moaned softly, as I continued to kiss and lick his chest. I moved down his body, my lips trailing a path of fire as I went. I could feel his heart pounding, and I knew that he was ready for more.
"Ready for the main event?" I teased.
I reached his pants, and I could see the bulge that strained against the fabric. I undid his belt, my fingers trembling with anticipation.
As I pulled down his pants, his dick sprang free, hard and ready. I wrapped my plump glossy lips around the tip, my tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh.
He moaned loudly, his hands reaching down to grip my hair. I sucked him deeper into my mouth, my throat relaxing as I took him all in.
I soon picked up my pace, my head bobbing up and down on his dick. I was determined to give him the best night of his life.
"Oh god, babe!" he cried out, his hips thrusting up as he came hard in my mouth.
I swallowed him down, my throat working as I took every drop. I pulled back, my lips glistening with his essence.
"I love you," I whispered, my eyes meeting his.
He smiled, his eyes shining with love and gratitude. "I love you too, babe. Thank you for taking care of me."
I smiled, my heart swelling with love for this amazing man.
"Anytime, baby. I'll always be here for you, no matter what." I said.
"Promise, babygirl?" Jey questioned.
"Yeet" I giggled in response.
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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒
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𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐀
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 @wrestlingprincess80 ✰ part1 of the Gif euphoria series
𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Desperate!JeyUso x Reader
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Kowing Jey could NEVER resist your pussy you use that to your advantage.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Daddy kink, Sl*t shaming and just full on nastiness
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 840
You and Jey got invited to one of Jimmy’s “ get wrecked ” parties in which you get shit face drunk and do whatever the fuck you want because Naomi and the kids went on holiday too spain for two weeks, so that means PARTY TIME! ( shhh don’t tell her tho ). Before you guys left your house you could already tell that Jey was horny due to him tryna pull up your dress every five seconds but you reassured him that when you guys get back home , he can damage your pussy all night long but for now you have a party to get to.
Pulling up to Jimmy’s house you knocked at the door and patiently waited for him to come out “Hold on guys , lemme just open this beer real quick”he shouted from behind the door , rolling your eyes annoyed you huffed and gave Jey a side eye , almost indirectly saying for him to fix up his brother. Lifting his hands up in defence he said “ Hey don’t blame me, it ain’t my fault your impatient ” and gave your ass a quick slap, before you could do anything back the door opened up and you were engulfed in a bear hug. “Heyyy sisssss , how u beennnn ? i ain’t seen yo ass since the last party .Jey got you locked up in his basement or sumn ?” he goofly remarked, laughing you said “ Nahh i’ve just been busy and shit , tryna keep your LITTLE brother under control “ you mockingly emphasised the “little”cause you knew it would rile him up. Attitude spreaded across his face and he kissed his pearly whites at you and remarked “ quit playin wit me lil girl , cause i wasn’t little when i was deep in ya gu-” Slapping you hand over his mouth you send him a glare and drag him inside the house , with Jimmy laughing behind you guys.
Walking in inside the house ,the stench of alcohol and bounce that ass over filled your nostrils, it almost made you wanna turn back around and leave but it would be a shame because you actually wanted to enjoy yourself so you walked down to the kitchen, swivelling past the drunk , dancing bodies. Reaching the kitchen you closed the door and grabed a red solo cup and poured yourself some of the alcohol fruit punch. Taking a seat on the counter you take a sip of the drink and close your eyes relishing the burning sensation going down your throat.
“ Hey baby , you good ?” Your boyfriend’s voice rang throughout the desolate kitchen scaring the shit outta you , snapping your eyes open you place your hands on your chest “ Baby you scared the shit outta me.” laughing he walked in between your spreaded legs and placed small kisses along your neck “ my bad bae,i ain’t mean to”. Knowing what he was trynna do , you decided to give in and let him take control since you kind of wanted it to and plus , this would be a new experience for the both of you. Pulling you at the edge of the counter he hastily pulls down your red lace panties “ Ooooo kinky , i see you baby ” he says and kneels down to face your already dripping pussy.
You felt a little bad that you were about to fuck on Jimmys counter but all that went down the drain as soon as you felt Jey’s lips kiss and prob at your outer lips.
Moaning in complete bliss , you lock your legs around his head to which he forcefully pries them back open and wraps his arms around your thighs, keeping you in place. “ That’s it baby , let daddy know how good he’s making you feel ” he said as his tongue skilfully glided against your swollen clit. Crying out you grip his hair “ Fuck, Fuck , Fucckkk ” was all you could chant out as you felt Jey’s fingers slowly slide inside your sloppy , wet hole . “You dirty slut , look at you . Imagine if someone was to walk in right now and see you all fucked out on the counter , i bet you would like that wouldn’t you ?” Gasping his filthy words you clutch your eyes closed and start to grip Jey’s hair even tighter , you felt your lower abdomen tense signifying your about to cum all over his face . Growling in response he fingers your pussy faster too the point all you could hear was squelching “ that’s it baby , let it all out , let the people outside hear much of a dirty slut you are”and on command you cum right then and there, eyes rolling back into your head as you squirt unto his freshly cut beard.
Just as Jey was about to say something, the door opens revealing a shocked Naomi and kids….
𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍𝐍
𝐈𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬𝐬 , 𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐲 😭
Ps this ain’t proofread since i was in a rush to get this out so , sorry for the mistakes.
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Checkmate - A Roman Reigns One-Shot
The new Smackdown GM reminds the Tribal Chief who’s boss, in more ways than one. The aftermath of the highly entertaining WrestleMania 40 Press Conference.
Pairing: Roman Reigns/OC
Word Count: 5.9k
Warning: Smut
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Answer your fuckin phone.
She's been expecting his text message, to add to the half-dozen missed calls he's already deluged her phone with. His WrestleMania plans were thrown into disarray tonight and for some reason he thinks she has something to do with it.
Too bad she doesn't give a fuck what he thinks.
I'm calling you one more time. You better pick up.
So bossy. Always has been. But he knows damn well who the boss really is. When her phone springs to life again with his beautiful face snarling at her through the screen, she rolls onto her back with a heavy sigh, smooths down her oversized t-shirt and presses the green button, waiting to hear his deep voice on the other end of the line.
"What the fuck, Joy!"
Damn. Even when he's pissed, he sounds sexy as hell; it's the same menacing timbre he adopts when he's folding her up and turning her out. The memory makes her hot between her thighs.
"Reigns." Her voice is calm and steady despite the thumps of her heart, calling out to him even when she doesn't want it to.
"Why was Cody there tonight? Hmm?" he demands, his temper simmering beneath his words. "I coulda sworn he agreed to step aside for Dwayne. Why he change his mind? Did you have something to do with it? What'chu say to him, huh?"
She extends her left hand to inspect her ombre-colored acrylic nails. "Calm your tits. I don't control Cody's actions, I'm Smackdown's GM, not Raw's. He won the Rumble and he has the right to choose who he wants."
"Don't patronize me, Joy! Rock and I were a done deal!"
"You sound tense, Reigns. Paranoid, even," she smirks, "Worried you can't beat the American Nightmare a second time? Besides, you heard the fans...they wanna see you and him-"
"Bullshit!" he cuts her off. "This wasn't about no fans. You wanted this and I know why. You saw the pictures of me and Venita over Christmas and you been in your feelings ever since."
It's a predictable, childish response, and though there's some truth to it, she dismisses its immature delivery. "What you do with your bitch is your business. You are marrying her, after all," she says coolly, hearing him bristle at the other end.
"See? We ain't had a civil conversation since those photos got out. I know exactly how you feel about her, so tell me I'm lying."
"Don't ever question my ability to separate business from pleasure. You are walking proof of that," Joy warns him. "My problem is with you questioning my authority, with your silly little threats and your temper tantrums. You did it leading up to the Rumble and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. In case you forgot, I run Smackdown now. You work for me. The Mania match is scheduled, so your ass better show up in Philly, you understand me?"
A long, tense moment crawls by.
"Are you done?" he says, sounding bored.
"No. Whatchu gon' do about it?" Joy challenges.
"You looked hot as fuck in that dress tonight."
She rolls her eyes. Of course he deflects. But it's not going to work this time. She wants him to feel as frustrated as she has been over the last couple of months. "Ain't your fiancée over there with you?" she retorts, her tone clipped and snarky.
"She's in the Hamptons. And even if she was here, that ain't never stopped us anyways," he calls her out.
"Whatever." As flippant as she's tried to be about it, she is growing tired of the same old song and dance between her and Roman. She's allowed him to juggle her and Venita, and she blames herself for not leaving him alone when he chose to stay with her. Perfect, pretty little naive Venita. The IG influencer extraordinaire whose only two cares in life are her follower count and the picture-perfect aesthetics of the 'Roman & Venita' brand.
Whatever helps her sleep at night, I guess.
Joy had wondered just how perfect they really were the first time she saw the couple backstage in the Thunderdome, with Venita looking bored as hell the entire time she was there. It was clear that she had no interest in Roman's world, and Joy told him just that. Certain she would be fired on her first day for opening her big mouth, he had merely laughed and agreed, and it was then she found out she was his producer for the upcoming Bloodline saga. Onscreen, they created magic with the now legendary Tribal Chief storyline, but the magic they soon began making behind the scenes and between the sheets was even better and way too hot for TV.
She's never had time to be ashamed of inserting herself in someone else's relationship, mainly because her career has accelerated to the top of WWE's creative hierarchy. Plus, she's not about to give up such great sex, not with a stroke game that superb and a libido as high as her ambitions. Sometimes she wishes she doesn't have to share him, but she accepts that she can't have it all. After all, she already lords over the A-show as Smackdown's General Manager, meaning she is virtually unstoppable now, with money, power, and most importantly, the balls of the biggest star in the industry in the palm of her hand. Literally.
But he's pissing her off right now.
"Look, I want us to talk. Come see me." He's turned on the charm but Joy refuses to fall for it.
"What I want is an apology for your constant disrespect ever since I became GM," she replies, "I told you; I don't give a damn that we're fucking. Do not make an enemy out of me, Roman."
The Tribal Chief sighs heavily. "Look. You're right. Let me make it up to you. Come to my room so we can talk things out."
"No. You just want pussy."
"That too," he snickers.
Joy bites her lip as she idly circles her middle and ring finger over her pussy lips. She had no prior plans to touch herself, but listening to his deep, haughty voice has sparked a throbbing between her thighs that needs urgent attention. "Right. Well, I don't feel like leaving my room. This bed is way too comfy," she emphasizes.
"Mine is comfier. Are you alone?" he asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"Woman, you better not be givin' my pussy to nobody else," he growls, making her laugh.
"You're hilarious. My pussy is mine and mine alone, no matter how good you beat it and eat it," she reminds him, her smile widening as she hears him taking deep breaths, trying to compose himself.
"I see that you get off on testing my patience. Does that turn you on, baby girl? Hmm? Does it make that pussy wet? I bet you wet right now." His voice drops an entire octave at that last part, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning when her slick honey pools around her fingers.
"I might be," she gasps.
"Then bring your ass over here and let me take care of it."
Joy huffs, determined to resist him for as long as she can. "I can take care of myself, Reigns. Matter of fact, I'm doing just that as we speak..."
"Aww, babe, don't be touchin' on my pussy without me," he grumbles. His frustration makes her grin in triumph. She holds all the cards and she's enjoying listening to him squirm.
"I wanna see you, beautiful. We ain't been together in so long. I miss you," Roman continues.
"Is that right?"
"Uh huh. Don't you miss me, Joy? Don't you miss this dick? It definitely misses you. Listen..."
The slippery, sticky sound that follows his words is unmistakable, and her heart pounds in her chest at his soft groan. The image of him lying in his bed, probably naked, jerking off to her, makes her stomach flip and her pussy spasm beneath her fingers. The tension crackles over the phone, simmering with the same intensity as though he were right there in person.
"Hear that, baby? That's how bad I need you. Come over." His silky-smooth whisper finally loosens the last thread of control she has held onto tightly up to this point. She knows that ultimately, she won't deny him...she never does because she can't, and he knows that.
"Gimme ten minutes," she relents.
"Make it five."
"I said, ten. Text me your room number." Cutting the call before he can respond, she leaves her bed and searches for a couple of accessories to wear. After a quick check in the mirror, she picks up her phone and sees he's already sent her his room number. The thought of what is about to transpire hastens her flight out of the room, the dead of night no match for her rapidly burning need for him. She has since accepted that she will always need him, too.
His door swings open seconds after she knocks, and a surprised yelp escapes her when he yanks her inside and tugs her flush against him. He is barefoot, in gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and shirtless to show off the majesty of his massive, inked chest. Joy meets his loaded stare head-on as he drinks in her own appearance. She is in one of his old Nike hoodies that she swiped from him and never gave back, with the open zipper in the middle showing the swell of her breasts underneath. Long pastel-pink stockings run up to her brown thighs with gray Crocs on her feet. As his eyes crawl hungrily up and down her frame, her body thrums with realization at just how hard he is, his sizable erection poking her lower belly. Despite their back-and-forth, it's no mistake that she intoxicates him, and that power thrills her.
"Like what you see, champ?" she asks, staring him down for his response.
Roman's moan is ragged as he clamps his huge paw around her throat and covers her mouth with his, and she instantly melts in his arms, her nerves alight from his touch. She is swept up in the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his taste that contrasts erotically with his aggressiveness and the eager, hungry flicking of their tongues as the kiss heats up. He feels wonderfully warm and smells incredible like he always does.
Reluctantly, his mouth retreats from hers and he tucks his face in the hollow of her neck. He nuzzles his cheek against her skin and inhales the fragrance he's missed so much, her hushed moan caressing the depths of his senses.
"You a vindictive little bitch, you know that?" he mumbles, pressing a kiss to her throat.
"Only when I wanna be," she hums, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
"You musta loved watching me lose my cool tonight," he adds, "I saw the look in your eyes on that stage when I got into it with those two bums. That shit turned you on. Your nipples were hard through your dress. And I'm sure that pussy was soaked."
Truth be told, seeing his cool calm composure collapse, with his long hair flying and cocky countenance as he talked shit to Cody and Seth, made her so wet she had to run into a restroom stall to take off her panties, forcing her to go commando for the rest of the night. She'll never admit it though; she never likes to give him the upper hand. "How do you know?" she challenges.
"Cuz I know you. I know everything about your body, sweetheart," Roman brags, "I know what you like, and I know you love testing me cuz it makes me wanna fuck the attitude outta you."
"So what are you waiting for?" She licks her glossy lips, full and pouting, goading him with her bedroom eyes. But the Tribal Chief can feel her body trembling, betraying her bravado. This time he has the upper hand and he plans to exploit it.
He pulls her hoodie over her head and his eyes immediately drop to the thin beaded belly chain adorning her slender waist, accentuating her delicious curves. Desire gleams in his brown irises at the sight of her bare breasts, the fleshy mounds popping out at him, her nipples hard and aching for his touch. "Fuck, you're sexy," he murmurs. He massages each one then leans down to lick and suck on them, his tongue and hands working together to pleasure her.
"Ooh, that feels good," she moans, placing her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him feasting on her nipples. Ever the multitasker, he grabs her white lace thong at the hem, yanking impatiently until it rips from her body. Joy bursts out laughing at his savagery. "I knew you was gon' fuck up my panties," she jokes.
"I replace 'em, don't I?" He abandons her breasts and kisses her again, this time sliding both hands down to her round backside and lifting her up to press her against the wall. The friction of their bare chests pressed together, nipples grazing, her legs wrapping around his waist and bringing them even closer, builds the desire. He grinds his throbbing hardness against the open heat between her thighs, and she gets him back by reaching inside his sweatpants and grabbing his dick, stroking the turgid flesh as it jumps in her grasp. "Mmm, baby you're so hard. Put it in me," she orders.
"Not yet," he cuts her off, his huge biceps flexing as he carries her across the lavish suite. "Come over here, you little slut. Come suck my dick in front of this great view of the Strip."
Next to the expansive window is an L-shaped sofa large enough for a good trip to Pound Town. As he takes off his pants, Joy can't stop herself from drooling at his towering form. Six foot three, bronzed Adonis with chocolate eyes, luscious hair, massive and muscled and all man, with a long, hefty cock pulsing between those powerful thighs. He looks like a demigod in all his glory, and she venerates at the altar of his beauty.
Roman settles himself at the other end of the sofa and eyes her down with a smug smirk. Tucking his hands behind his head, he spreads his legs. "Crawl to me," he commands, his smirk widening when she advances towards him on all fours. Joy is a work of art, with nicely sized titties, round hips, thick, mouth-watering thighs and ass and that fat pussy he dreams about at least once a day. Every part of her is real and silky soft to the touch. It's been years since he first tasted her, and he is still drunk off it. She is a potent drug he can't wean himself off of, and frankly, he doesn't want to. He loves Venita, but for all her prowess in bed, she does not possess a fraction of the wild thrill that encapsulates the woman before him. He wants Joy, needs her like he needs to breathe, and he always will. He will seek his fiancée's forgiveness when that day comes.
Joy slowly slithers up the length of his body, ignoring his erection for now as she straddles him and plants a long, wet kiss on his mouth, the sound of their lips meeting and parting filling the suite. Her hands caress the tight muscles of his body, having memorized all the spots that make his breath quicken and his pulse spike. He puts his hands on her hips, but she seizes them and pins them above his head without breaking stride, laughing when he moans out with frustration. She catches his tongue as it slides into her mouth, and she proceeds to suck on it, her head bobbing like she is sucking his dick. Saliva quickly gathers around their joined mouths as she feasts on only his tongue. It's the messiest, sloppiest, hottest kiss they've ever shared, and the tension is reaching fever pitch as a result.
"You want me to suck your dick like this, baby?" Joy asks. When Roman nods, she tugs his lower lip between her teeth. "Say it," she orders, her fingers digging into his wrists. Her hips are rolling too, moving in a seductive, serpentine dance that short circuits every fiber of his being. He can't move even if he wants to; his senses are pinned down to the bed along with his body. The Tribal Chief is helpless, forced to endure the sweetest agony, with the head of his dick grazing her wet slit and driving him insane. An uncharacteristic whimper deserts his lips as his blood pumps with agitation.
"Yes," he responds breathlessly.
"What's the magic word?" Joy presses. The mocking smirk gracing her pretty features should infuriate him, but it only arouses him instead.
"Please," he concedes, knowing full well that she will drag out the torture until he succumbs. With a triumphant smile and one more intoxicating kiss, she finally takes pity on him and makes the descent down his heaving body, soothing his butterscotch skin with soft kisses. As she nears his groin, his eyes squeeze shut, and he takes deep breaths to remain focused.
"You think you're in control, toying with two women's lives." Joy shakes her head. "Hell no. I'm in control, Roman. I own you. You're mine to do with however I want. And you know the best part?"
She closes her mouth over the tip of him, giving it a gentle suckle before driving home her point. "Deep down, you love that shit."
Roman merely grins. The power has shifted back in his possession and she doesn't even know it. He shows her when he strikes with lightning speed, grabbing her and twisting her around so her legs are on either side of his head. Stunned, Joy grabs his thighs to steady herself, as he's already grabbing handfuls of her ass while using his tongue to part her lower lips. Her body jerks from the warm fat wetness of his tongue lashing around her sensitive crevices, softening her up with his saliva. Heady with desire, she just lays there with his dick in her hand, too overwhelmed to do anything else but moan with pleasure.
A sudden, stinging smack on her left ass cheek jolts her back to earth.
"You gon' suck me off or what?" Roman demands impatiently before refocusing on his own task.
Regaining her senses, her mouth engulfs his length, her head bobbing with her wrist twisting around the base. She cups his balls and rolls them in her other hand, making him groan wantonly. Her mouth is warm and her pouty lips are tight around him, sliding up and down with her tongue trailing saliva along his hard flesh. He retaliates by spreading her pussy open and holding her down on him, sucking and licking her folds with rapid strokes and enjoying her sexy throaty sounds that mingle with the sloppy slurps of his mouth on her. The increased pressure on her sensitive pussy has her moaning and squirming against his face, which in turn floods his tongue with her taste. His appreciative groans while licking her in rhythm with her rolling hips sends shivers down her spine.
Mustering all the strength she possesses, Joy frees herself from his clutches and crawls back down his body, her juices smearing a slick trail along his torso as she guides his length inside her with impressive quickness. She moans out loud as he fills her, her head tipping forwards as his big palms paw at the supple flesh of her backside. Roman groans at the wetness that welcomes his dick as it disappears into the warm canal of her pussy. "Yeah, fuck me good, baby girl," he growls, slapping her ass in encouragement.
Holding onto his ankles, she rocks up and down his erection, winding her hips with each drop down to take him as deep as she can. His husky moans and his tight grip on her waist empower her. Joy seizes every chance she can to turn him into putty in her hands. Because the motherfucker never likes to relinquish control, always determined to break her down into submission; whether it's with his God-gifted tongue, or his huge hands choking her, or with that big ol' dick, fucking her against the wall of her office, bending her over the table in his locker room at TV, or making her ride him in the bowels of his private jet. It's fun taking control from him and showing him who's boss, on the job and especially outside of it.
"You love it when I ride this big dick dontcha? Got you deep in this pussy just the way you like it," she purrs haughtily, upping the ante by reaching down to grip his cock.
The Tribal Chief realizes she's on demon time to be stroking his dick while riding him. She looks so sexy on top of him, in them pretty waist beads and stockings. Her thick hips roll back lavishly, her even thicker ass presses down on his pelvis, grinding and twisting and nudging him all the way up in her creamy pussy. Damn. He loves the way she fucks him. Baby girl has mad skills and a juicy pussy, and he is glad to be the one she uses them on. "Go faster, baby. Bounce on my dick," he cajoles, massaging her ass cheeks and groaning softly when she obeys, "Uh-huh, just like that, babe, unnnh..."
She can almost see the look of pleasure on his face. She can definitely hear him as he tugs at the soft flesh of her butt, lost to the depths of her warm wetness, in the erotic sounds of their sex noises and their slapping skin filling the big room as she bounces on his dick. Another moan escapes her, her head tilting back as he angles his hips to make his dick reach that oh-so-sweet spot inside her. He smacks her ass again, earning yet another whimper from her lips as her juices trickle down his length down to his balls. Her thighs are starting to burn from her efforts, but she can't stop, not when she's so close...
"Uhhhn baby, I'm comin'," she gasps, leaning back to rest her hands on his chest as she gyrates her ass on him. Roman's breathing is as heavy as hers, his fingers digging into her hips to steer her movements. The sensations are overwhelming as her walls contract around him, her pussy moistening as she leans forward again and rides him even harder. Seconds later, a flooding orgasm bursts inside her with such power that it wracks her entire body with tremors. Through the thick fog of numbing pleasure, she hears Roman's surprised grunt as her cum leaks all over his groin area.
"Damn baby, you nuttin' all over me. I knew you been needin' this dick," he taunts her.
Truth be told, she wasn't expecting to come this hard, but fuck it always feels so good when she does. "Oh my god," her voice trembles, her hand clutching the headrest to keep from collapsing in a heap.
Roman spanks her again. "I ain't tell you to stop. Keep goin'..."
"Hol' up, you got me shakin' so much," Joy groans, her thighs still quivering. He is still deep inside her, his dick throbbing impatiently inside the warmth of her tight walls.
"If I take this shit over, you won't be able to walk in the morning, that's a promise," he threatens.
"Then quit talkin' and do that shit," she bites back, glaring at him over her shoulder.
"A'ight then." He pulls her backwards on top of him, with her back to his chest. He grabs her legs and holds her up by her knees, thrusting upwards into her, reveling in her surprised yelp that quickly dissolves into loud moans. This new position feels so good that she's whining and making noises that only seem to turn him on as he strokes in and out of her pussy from underneath, making her body react and remind her exactly why she's not leaving his trifling ass anytime soon.
"Uhnnn yes, Roman, fuck me," she whimpers over and over, her mind spiraling, her eyes rolling back. He is relentless, pulling her legs further back and pounding her faster, sparking another intense orgasm. She squirts so hard that she's left dizzy and boneless, causing her to slip off his sweat-slick body, a shivering crumpled mess. She curls up into a fetal position and gives in to the intense euphoria of her release. With a proud snicker, the Tribal Chief caresses all over her body, then rolls her onto her stomach, spreading her thighs to observe the damage he's inflicted on her pussy.
"We ain't finished," he informs her, tapping his hard, slickened dick against her soaked, puffy folds. She tenses and arches her back on instinct, anticipating his invasion. He smiles behind her, grabs her hips, and drags her limp body up and onto his hard, waiting dick. The moans they exhale together is a symphony that serenades the pair as he continues his hard, deep thrusts. With her hips in the air and her backside in his calloused palms, she is at his mercy yet again, and her vision swims at the feeling of him practically in her spine. She knows just how deep that big ass dick of his can get inside her, but it never fails to wipe her mind blank when it does.
"Oh, fuck," she mumbles into the couch, her face sinking further in it as he drills into her hard and rough. It hurts so good that it's quite literally taking her breath away. "Shit, fuck Roman, wait, wait," she pleads, reaching behind to push his thigh and forcing him to halt his movements.
"Too much?" he asks, laughing as he presses gentle kisses along her spine, feeling her body shiver from the contact. "That's what you get when your pussy is so good. You was talkin' all that shit earlier, best believe I ain't lettin' up, baby girl. Who owns who now, huh," he says, swatting her ass and starting again.
"You're a cocky asshole," she moans shakily, defiance swirling in her lust-filled gaze.
Roman's smirk is diabolical and panty-wetting. "And don't you forget it. Now shut up and take this dick."
Joy winces as his hand curves around her throat, the other clutching her lower hip as he fucks her prone body into the sofa. She clings to the cushions and her sanity with everything she has, tears filling her eyes as he pummels her with hurried, lethal thrusts, making her ass jiggle and her pussy drip some more as she's dragged dangerously close to the precipice. He pushes the arch out of her back and flips her around, sliding right back inside before she can regain her bearings and dropping his body weight on her. His intoxicating cologne surrounds her as their mouths crush together in a hungry, toe-curling kiss. Incoherent moans leave them both as he rolls his hips against hers, nestling his dick right there, eking a sob out of her as she falls apart again.
"Aww, f-f-fuuuck..."
"I know baby, I know it feels so good," He kisses away her tears and then her cheek, his fingers curling over her breast in a light squeeze which in turn squeezes her walls around his pounding thrusts. "Mmm, this pussy so tight and wet. Keep comin' for me, baby, gimme all that nut."
His sultry command sends another wave of pleasure crashing into her like one of his trademark Spears, and her jaw drops from the force of her orgasm, her pussy clenching painfully around his dick. Her pitiful moans that she struggles to muffle against his tattooed shoulder are music to the Tribal Chief's ears as his own body is moments away from the same fate.
"Shit," he groans gruffly, shuddering breaths tearing from his lungs as his balls tighten and his strokes become sloppier, heavier, "Fuck, I'm boutta buss..."
Joy lifts her left leg up and rests it on his shoulder, digging her other heel in his lower back to pull him in deeper and finally take him down. She runs her hands all over his sides, his back, his ass, her moans mingling with his as his hips snap harder and faster. Their foreheads touch, and a devilish smile forms on her face at the helplessness in his glazed eyes, licking his lips in between throaty gasps of pleasure. She has him right where she wants him. "There you go baby, pound that fuckin' pussy, fill it up," she coaxes.
"Unhhh, shit," Roman's whines disintegrate into a whimpering cry as his big body trembles viscerally against her own. Joy's toes curl as he lodges his dick all the way inside her, making her feel each throbbing spurt of his warm seed spilling generously in her pussy. She never minds him coming inside her; her IUD is always in place, mainly for his benefit and hers. His deep, sexy grunts as he rides out his nut with stuttered ruts of his hips wash over her, leaving her breathless and weak-kneed for him.
Kissing her leg and letting it down, Roman finally pulls his dick out with a hiss and strokes out the rest of his cum onto her softened, battered pussy lips. Joy stares dazedly at the ceiling, her body humming from the last vestiges of her orgasm and a touch of pain. She feels his big arms slide around her waist and draw her in so their lips meet, savoring their collective taste with their tongues as they bask in the afterglow. He takes her arms and winds them around his neck before picking her up, transferring her from the sofa to the king-sized bed a couple of feet away. He lays her carefully on the bed and sits at the edge, watching her snuggle against the soft sheets and pillows with a satisfied sigh. The outdoor lights peeking through the window cast a glittery shadow over her nude body, making her look even more beautiful. And speaking of beautiful...
"I got you something," he announces, taking a small gift box labeled Van Cleef & Arpels sat on the nightstand and handing it to her.
"What's this?" she questions, slowly sitting up.
"Just a lil' sumn I thought you'd like," he simply shrugs. "Open it."
Eyeing him suspiciously, she unties the ribbon at the top of the box and removes the lid. Nestled in navy-blue velvet are an eighteen-carat yellow-gold Alhambra bracelet and matching earrings. She wishes she disliked the warmth that blooms inside her at the sweet gesture. She meets his eyes, noting his cocked eyebrow and cocky smirk as he gauges her reaction.
"This a good enough apology for you?" he asks.
Joy smiles gratefully and kisses his lips. "They're beautiful. But I keep telling you, you don't have to buy me anything," she says.
"Well, I want to. Sue me." He goes quiet for a few seconds, contemplating his next words. "You got tickets to the SuperBowl, right? Let's go together. We can hang out in my skybox."
"And have people talk about us? We got reputations to uphold. And what about Venita?"
"She'll be there. She's still clueless about us. And I told you, ain't nobody gon' say shit. Between your lawyer and mine, all them NDAs are water-tight." When he speaks again, his voice is much softer. "I just miss spending time with you. I miss when we weren't at each other's throats like we are these days."
"That's only cuz you make my job harder, Reigns," she points out, scooting over when he rolls into the bed and sits up against the headboard next to her.
"And you, mine. But despite all of that, I would do anything for you. You know that, right? That's why I agreed to that damn match. For you," he adds, biting his lip as he caresses her chin and gazes tenderly at her. Joy feels her heart flutter as his chocolate-colored eyes gleam with that familiar, intense passion that the two of them have been sharing for almost four years now...
"You're so cute when you get all soft and sweet on me, champ," she smiles, leaning in for another kiss that lingers pleasantly this time. It's little moments like these that try to con her, even to this day, that their affair has veered towards the romantic side. She thanks the cynical businesswoman in her for swiftly kicking that childish notion to the curb every time the delusion attempts to rear its ugly head.
Their embrace is interrupted by the grating sound of his phone vibrating, forcing him to pull away from her with a tired sigh. On the nightstand, a text message with Venita's name lights up his phone screen.
Countin the minutes till I touch down in Vegas 🥺😍 Can't wait to see you again! Love you Baby Boo 😘
"Aww, poor baby," Joy's giggle is dark and mocking as she looks over Roman's shoulder. Snatching the phone out of his hand, she opens up the message and begins typing.
"Don't start no shit, now," he sighs, but makes no move to stop whatever havoc she's causing through his device.
"Relax, Baby Boo," she teases, pressing Send and holding his phone up to his face to show him her response.
I'm waiting for you babe. Can't wait to see you 😍 Love you sm.
"See? I was nice," she says, putting away his phone and climbing on top of his big body.
Roman rolls his eyes and runs his hands along her thighs. "I guess I should thank you, then?"
"Oh, no need to thank me. I'm just being a good, caring boss," she replies, bending to kiss his lips, trailing her tongue along his bearded jawline and tasting her dried juices. "You're my star employee, so it's important that I always give you what you need. And I always give it to you, don't I?"
Roman groans into her mouth as she kisses him harder, her dainty fingers stroking his dick which immediately pulses in her grasp as though it hasn't been touched all day. "Yeah, you do," he rasps, his body heating up as she starts to descend on him. "Oh shit, baby, you feelin' generous tonight..."
"Mmm, more like selfish..." She sits all the way down with a gasp, making both their hearts race with each twitch of his cock inside her. "Cuz I want that dick again, and I'm taking it..."
She is already moving, hunched over him, her titties in his face, sucking them both back into that sensual place of pleasure they like to visit together. He answers to her, in more ways than one, and he won't have it any other way. "Anything you want, boss. Anything you want," the Tribal Chief croaks out, allowing himself to sit back and enjoy the ride, quite literally.
THE END
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Pillow Talk: Jey Uso
You kiss your husband's tattoo on his ribcage as he lies on his back, eyes closed and enjoying the comfortable silence.
"Don't start something you can't finish." He says in his deep voice. He had just finished putting it on you and now y'all are both tired. Who wouldn't be, it's 4 in the morning. He woke you up an hour ago hungry and horny. Though you never got to making him a early morning breakfast, too tired to move.
"Who says I can't finish?" You smirk kissing along his jawline now. You pull away and relax in his open arms as he rubs your bare back.
"You remember how shy and quiet you were when we first met? Barely gave ya boy any of your time. Hell even when we started dating you were still standoffish. Wouldn't let a brotha do shit for you." Jey jokes reminiscing on when y'all started dating.
"I'm sorry about that baby. It's just, you've shown me love that no one else has ever given me outside of my family. It felt weird to be with someone that actually cared."
"Of course because you deserve it. We all deserve love. I mean I understood why you were the way you were. If the people you love are the ones to constantly hurt you, you tend to expect others to be the same."
"Yeah I mean, all before I was never anyone's first choice you know? No one got excited when they talked to me. No one thought of me. It was just me, myself and I. When I did try to open up to a guy, he didn't want me. So to be put in a position where I have to be vulnerable with someone else after being hurt so many times, it was scary." You admit. Jey pulls you closer to him and kisses the top of your head.
"I think we've all had that experience. Shit sucks and it honestly makes you wanna give up on love. But damn, I was determine to make you mine. We were both taking a leap of faith, but I'm glad we did. Or else how would we had learned that there is true love out there? People love flexing being able to have this person to call when the other acting up. Treating peoples hearts and bodies like backup plans. Nah, the real flex is being able to come home to the one person you know is going to be there til the end. I love the hell out of you girl, and ain't nothing gonna change that."
"I love you too Joshua. More than you could ever know. No matter what we go through, don't ever walk away from me. Fight but never forfeit." You say turning his head to the side to kiss his lips.
"Fight but never forfeit." Jey repeats after you. You stare up at his beautiful face and bite your lip.
"Round two?"
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"Oh fuck, enough Joshua!" You moan softly throwing your head back. You hands rest on the headboard, scratching it up. You've been riding your husband and even though you came, he showed no signs of stopping; fucking you right through your orgasm. Your walls kept spasming around him and even though you created a puddle on his lap, his hips kept rocking into yours hard and fast.
"That's right say my name. Baby you know I gave you my last name so you could scream my first. Say..that..shit..again." He demands hitting your g-spot with each hard thrust. You tried running and that didn't help, only making him put a vice grip on your hips.
"Oh my God, Joshua! Fuck me, shit!" You scream. "Come on baby, fuck me daddy!" Mouth open, you grip his shoulders as it felt like he was beating down your walls.
"Fuck bae, I'm deep inside that pussy. You like that shit don't you ma? Talk to me." He says smacking your ass. Only momentarily does he pull out just to get behind you. He takes his big tip smacking it against your clit rubbing your juices all over his tip, coating it.
"Stop playin Jey and put that dick inside me! Bout to show you how to bust a nut baby." He shivered at your words, a shiver going down his spine.
"Fuck." He groans sliding between your tight wet walls. You begin throwing it back on him as he looks down at where you connected. Watching as your cream coats his dick. He reaches down, grabbing you by the back of your neck, causing your back to arch. He rolls his hips into yours, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room.
"Mmmm baby I'm so close!" You grip the sheets feeling a knot form in your stomach. He was too fucking deep. Your walls tighten around him, trying to push him out from how intense he was fucking you.
"Shit don't do that, bout to make me nut baby!" His thrust become sloppy as he was nearing his orgasm. He couldn't handle the way you were going fool on the dick. He kept pumping into you as you beg him to cum.
"Cum inside Jey! Give me that nut!" You look back to see sweat dripping from his face down to his abdomen, his skin glistening in the early morning. He looked so good as the veins in his neck popped, his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on pleasing you. You feel his dick throbbing inside of your slippery walls as he cums.
"Yeah baby, I'm cummin'!" You soon feel the all too familiar as he releases ropes of cum into you, coating your walls. "Shit!" He falls to your side as you try and catch your breath.
"Dammit Joshua, you knocked my damn lashes off." You say peeling a eyelash extension off your pillow case. He says nothing and just smirks as he rests his hands behind his head.
"Don't know why you so fucked out, we not done yet." You look over at your husband like he's crazy.
"Boy what?!?!?!"
"Nuh uh, come hop on this face Mrs. Fatu."
FUCK! This man trynna kill me!
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Pool Party ♡
Featuring 🌷: jimmy uso + female!reader
Warning ☁️: angst, choking, semi-public sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough sex, angry sex, mirror sex, thumb in butt (sorry!), creampie, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧
Word count 🌷: 1.4k
Scenario ☁️: Thanks so much for this request! Due to the extreme weather, you’re irritable but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna disrespect Jimmy.
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As the scorching sun casts its relentless heat on the Saturday afternoon, the thought of enduring Grayson and Austin's pool party made you feel like you were truly in hell.
Jimmy, your ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, was bustling around, tossing a pack of Seagrams into a cooler.
“You ready, bae?”
“Mhm,” you muttered as you grasped your pool essentials and a handheld cooling fan, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
The two of you got to the car and instantly you felt the rays beaming on your exposed back. You let out an exasperated sigh, sinking into the car seat with a pout.
“What’s up witchu?” Jimmy asked. His hand rests comfortingly on your thigh, a small gesture amidst the heat. But in your state of misery, even the slightest touch feels unbearable.
“Moooveeeee,” you groaned, “It’s too hot to be touching me!”
As the car's air conditioning struggled to combat the relentless heat, you flicked on your portable fan in frustration as the sweat began to form on your skin.
Jimmy tried his best to reassure you, adjusting the vents to direct the cool air toward you, but you maintained your pout the entire drive to the party.
As you stepped out of the car, the poolside atmosphere pulsated with energy and excitement.
In one corner of the backyard, guests executed impressive flips and dives into the pool, their splashes creating a symphony of laughter and cheers. Nearby, a group engaged in playful water wrestling matches.
Under the refuge of colorful umbrellas, other guests lounged on comfortable chairs, sipping cool drinks and engaging in conversations. Meanwhile, by the poolside bar, the clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air as they indulged in games and shots.
Amidst the lively scene, Greyson and Austin, approached with wide smiles and open arms, eager to welcome you and Jimmy. Jimmy, effortlessly fell into step with them, exchanging jokes and laughter as you stood off to the side, arms crossed and lips pursed.
He shot you a stern glare before wrapping his arm around you, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, "Quit," his tone a mix of warning and affection.
As Jimmy continued to banter with the guys, you sought comfort with your friends Samantha and Bianca under the shade of the umbrella patio. “Here boo,” Bianca giggled, breaking the tension as she passed you a cool margarita and a plate of refreshing fruits. “Relax a little.”
Sipping the cool, fruity margarita, you couldn't help but moan in relief, “Oooohhh..it’s so hot out here! How are y’all so calm!?”
Samantha, her attention divided between her man and the pool, shrugged nonchalantly. "I've been distracted," she admitted, her gaze lingering on Ricochet’s athletic antics as he jumps in the pool.
As you laughed and gossiped, the sun began to descend, casting a bit of shade. But just as you began to relax, the sun returned, hotter than before prompting you to reach for the sunscreen. Before you could react, Jimmy swooped in, lifting you effortlessly and falling into the pool. Did he really just Samoan Drop you into the pool!?
"JIMMY! WHAT THE FUCKKK!?" you screamed, your voice echoing across the backyard, your anger boiling over.
Ignoring the curious glances from the other partygoers, you stormed out of the pool, wrapping a towel around yourself as you made a beeline for Jimmy, his laughter still echoing in the air.
“Why the fuck would you do that, huh!? That shit ain’t cool, bro.” Your voice cut through the chatter of the party, drawing the attention of those nearby as you unintentionally caused a scene.
“Chill o—“
“Don’t tell me to fucking chill! You already know I didn’t wanna fucking be here, then you gone sit here and get me all fucking wet!?”
Jimmy's laughter faltered, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and irritation. He tuned out momentarily, trying to shield himself from the confrontation, but the disrespect made him reach a breaking point.
He sniffed, a hint of irritation creeping into his demeanor as he rubbed his beard. "Who you talking to?"
“You, bitch!”
Jimmy's embarrassment turned to rage. With a swift motion, he grabbed you and ushered you towards the pool house, his grip firm and unwavering.
“ What the fuck you say to me?” He asked, slamming you against the bathroom door, he locked it with a click before turning to face you, his eyes ablaze with suppressed fury.
“Don’t you ever call me out of my motherfucking name, ever again,” he growled, his grip tightening on your throat. “You gon fuckin’ embarrass me and show your ass in public. Especially when someone was just fuckin’ playing witcho ass!”
You watched in stunned silence, his normal goofy demeanor was now overshadowed by anger that radiated from his every word and gesture.
“…..You got me fucked up.”
Without a word, he grabbed you by the waist, bending you over the sink. The cold, hard surface of the sink pressed against your skin as Jimmy swiftly stripped off his swimming trunks as well as your bikini bottom. His movements fueled by a mix of anger and desire.
With a forceful gesture, Jimmy hung both sets of clothing over the shower glass panel. He looked at you in the mirror with a mean mug. Before you could avert your gaze, his fingers wrapped around your jaw, guiding your gaze back to meet his in the mirror's reflection, the intensity of his stare causing the flood gates to open in between your legs.
He lifted your leg up on the sink just enough to be able to push himself inside of you. Instantly, you began to hiss at him stretching you out.
“Ssss…bae-“
“Shut up.” He stilled inside of you, to help ease your discomfort. Though he was pissed, he still didn’t want to hurt you. Once you began to get used to his size, you started to throw it back on him, which made him grip your ass tightly in both of his hands.
He drives relentlessly forward in rolling thrusts, your ass clapping loudly against him. “Oh shit!” you moaned. He pulled all the way out of you before slamming back in, watching your face in the mirror.
“Jimmy…” You whined, staring up at him as he pushed in and out of you. He deepened his fingers in your back and began giving you slow deep strokes, caressing your spot. He was way too deep for you to handle.
Your moans slipped from your mouth, you literally sounded like a porn star. He wasn’t phased at all until you managed to get louder.
“That’s ya spot?”
“Yesss—“
“Right here?” He rasped into your ear. You thought he’d slow down but on the contrary, he began thrusting harder into you. You wanted so badly to get the hell away from him.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuckkk!" you screamed, putting your head down and gripping the sink hard enough to break a nail. Realizing that you’d gotten too loud, you tried to cover your mouth and grasp his arm to slow his strokes.
"Move. Your. Hand." He knew what he was doing, talking to you between every stroke. Looking down, he saw your cream coating his dick. You felt your core tighten as your legs shook.
Covering your mouth, Jimmy taunted you. "Why yo legs shakin' baby?"
"Talked that shit earlier, lemme hear you now.” He grinned as he quickly placed his hand on your throat, making you face the mirror.
"Pleeeaaasseeee." The words strained from his grip on your throat, you were barely able to think straight.
"Please what?" He teased, "Use your words. Whatchu’ want?" Jimmy removed his hand from your throat and put his thumb in your ass causing you to gasp.
"Cumminnnnnggg!”
Immediately getting on your tippy toes to run. Tears were running down your face as he pulled you towards him as you came on his dick. Your juices ran down both of your legs as your orgasm instantly triggered his.
He let out a low guttural sigh as he released inside of you.
Both of you froze at the sudden knock on the door, the sound jolting you from the blissful high. "Hope you kids are using protection!" Grayson quipped, his tone lighthearted yet tinged with mischief.
His teasing remark hung in the air, eliciting a nervous chuckle from both of you.
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Whipped
Pairing: Solo Sikoa x Fem!Bloodline!Reader
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,391
Summary: Ever since you joined the team the boys notice how whipped you got Solo and tease him for it.
A/N: I know I’ve used this gif like 3 times, but it fits so well with everything! Hope You Enjoy!
It's been 3 months since you joined the Bloodline after impressing the leader Roman, and you're so glad you did because you have an amazing friendship with each and every member.
You and Jimmy are the clowns of the team. Always making jokes about people, not caring what they think.
You and Jey are kinda chill. Y'all talk to each other, but you're not that close.
And then there's Solo.
Solo's gotta be your favorite out of everyone. You don't know what it is about him, but you're so drawn to him. He barely even talks and he's got you like this.
You're always hanging out with him and making sure he feels included even when not talking, and that's probably what makes him feel so special to you.
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Right now, you, Jimmy, and Jey walked backstage as Jey patted your arms and neck with a towel. You just won your match against Zelina Vega, which was very easy.
“That match was a banger, Uce." You smiled at Jimmy's praise. "I know. I'm so tired of getting jobbers. Where’s the real competition at?" You complained, walking through the locker room door.
Roman was sitting on his throne with Solo and Paul standing behind him. You instantly made a b-line for Solo, hugging on his arm. “Did you see my match? I won!” Solo chuckled, nodding his head. “Yeah.” He shortly answered.
You squealed, jumping up and down. “I looked good didn’t I?” The boys watched as you gave Solo all your attention. “Speaking of looking good, is this new gear? You look real good in black and white.” The clearing of a throat cut your sweet conversation short.
You turned around and saw Roman staring at you. “What?” You didn’t mean for your sassy tone to come out. Roman cocked an eyebrow up. “So you’re not gonna talk to us?”
You ‘thought’ about it for a minute, before answering. “Uh, no? Come on Solo, let’s go to the catering before your match!” You dragged Solo out the locker room, leaving a shocked Roman and Uso’s.
“Damn Uce, she told you.” Jimmy joked, but shut up when Roman gave him a death glare.
The boys sat back, waiting for Solo’s match to come on.
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About 20 minutes later, Solo’s match came on. You accompanied him to the ring as he was set to fight Santos Escobar with Zelina in his corner.
As Santos made his entrance you sat on the top turnbuckle with Solo standing between your legs, and back facing you. You massaged his shoulders, helping him calm down before the match.
As Santos got in the ring Solo helped you through the ropes, opening them for you. At the locker room the Uso’s and Roman were making jokes about Solo, seeing how he was quick to do everything for you.
His match was going well, but Zelina must’ve thought she was gonna do something when she hopped on the apron. You were quick to run around the ring and swipe her feet off. She groaned in pain as her face hit the hard apron.
With the small distraction Solo hit Santos with a Samoan Spike before getting the pin. Fans booed and cheered as the 3 count hit. You jumped up and down, clapping loud. “My baby won!” You slid into the ring, pushing the referee and taking her place.
You raised his hand high, yelling at the fans who were booing. “Shut up, you’re just mad he’s better!” Solo bit back a smile, not wanting to break character.
After a little bit of celebrating you both made your way backstage and to the locker room. “Solo won! He beat Santos’s ass!” Solo finally broke character, laughing at your words. “Yeah, Solo’s the man!” Jimmy said, patting Solo’s chest.
Roman stood up from his throne, silencing everyone. “We’re not done. We got a promo tonight.” Everyone looked confused at his words. “We do?” Jey asked, earning a nod from Roman.
“Yeah, Judgement Day wanna call us out on Twitter, so let’s go put them in their place. Everyone, go wash up and change.” Everyone parted ways going to the showers.
After everyone showered and met up at the gorilla, the Bloodline music played, Roman taking lead and then everyone else.
Many fans held their ones up, supporting the team. You were with Solo the whole time despite the fact you were supposed to be on the side with Jey.
Roman talked in the microphone about how y’all were the best team that happens to WWE, but it wasn’t long before the Judgment Day’s theme hit.
Fans stood up, excited for what’s next between the two teams.
They entered the ring, everyone staring down at each other. Rhea winked at you, then grabbed a mic. “Oh Roman, please shut up. You’re just talking and talking about shit that nobody cares about.” Fans began to cheer as Rhea spoke.
Dominik laughed, getting the mic from Rhea. “Yeah and when-” As soon as Dominik began to speak fans booed. The whole Bloodline started laughing. You grabbed the mic from Roman.
“Oh, Dommy Dom, can you talk or are the fans louder than your voice?” You teased. “Or does Mami need to do all the talking for you?” All attention turned to Rhea as you challenged her.
Rhea laughed when you came after her. “Are you talking to me Y/n or do you need permission from Roman?” ‘Ooos’ echoed around the arena as your tongue poked through your cheek.
“Rhea, I might need permission on what I do with the team, but I don’t need permission from Roman to beat your ass. So if I was you, I would take you, your team, and Dommy boy out of this arena and go back to where you came from.” Fans watched in anticipation as you and Rhea exchanged words.
Rhea was about to say something, but JD snatched the mic away. “Oi, who do you think you’re talking to like that? Don’t ever talk to Mami like that again.”
You stepped back as JD got closer and closer to your face. “Solo!” You called. Solo was at your side in an instant, standing in front of you, and staring JD down. JD gulped seeing how serious Solo looked. “Oh, what’s wrong Jordon? Can’t handle my man? You might have Mami, but she’s NOTHING compared to Solo.”
It was all still in the ring, everyone looking at each other before all hell broke loose. Hits were being thrown. Roman was after Finn, Jimmy was on Priest, Jey with Dominik, and Solo after JD.
You fought Rhea for a little bit, but she quickly retreated, grabbing Dominik on her way out. The team stalked up the ramp, holding their body in pain.
“Bye, bye!” You waved, laughing as they cursed at you, but you couldn’t hear due to the loud fans. You went to Solo almost jumping on his body, hugging him. “You were so hot fighting JD.” You kissed his cheek, a blush spreading across his face.
Fans took pictures of the blushing Solo, surprised to see him break character. You all went backstage to get your bags.
After all that fighting Jimmy grew thirsty and seeing Solo with a water bottle made him ask. “Yo Uce, let me get some water.” Solo gave Jimmy the dirtiest glare. “Damn man, calm down I wanted some water, but nevermind.” Jimmy said, holding his hands up in surrender.
You came through the door with your bags in hand, panting. “Oh my god, I need some water, I’m so thirsty!” Before you went to Solo, Jimmy warned you. “Don’t go to Solo. He’s not gonna give you any wat-” Jimmy stopped talking as he watched Solo hand you the bottle of water.
He looked betrayed as you drank the cold water. “Are you serious bro, I wanted some!” The locker room was full of laughter as you gave Solo his water back.
“Don’t be mad, Uce. Y/n’s got Solo so whipped, it’s crazy.” Jey said and to everyone’s surprise Solo didn’t argue back.
You winked at the team with a smile. “I would be to if I was dating someone like me. Come on baby, let’s go to the hotel!” Solo got up quickly, taking all 3 of your medium sized bags and going to the car.
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Beautiful Nightmare
Jey Uso x Female Reader
Smut<3
(thanks for being patient. Hope you enjoy lovebugs<3)
I sigh as I walk out of my bathroom with a huge sigh. I had a stressful day today and just want to lay in bed. I turn off my light and I lay down and stare at the ceiling in the dark. I let my thoughts take over and bite my lip in anticipation. I wonder if I’ll see him in my dream tonight. His hands running all over my body making every part of me melt. I close my legs as my wetness grows. I feel like I can feel him kissing every part of my body. The kisses on my neck makes me moan as I close my legs desperately trying to get friction. I grip the sheets as I feel them moving down my body and kissing right above my pussy. I gasp and open my eyes wide as I feel a warm tongue lick a up my pussy. I look between my legs and see him. He winks at me before going back in and eating me like it’s his last meal. My hands fly to his head and hold it in place against me.
“Shit it feels so good”, I say as my back arches up.
He growls and says,”Damn this pussy taste good mama”, before going back to eating.
I feel like he’s slowly setting my body on fire and all I want to do is burn. I feel my stomach tighten up and my body spasms as I cum hard. He licks up all my juices and comes up and kisses me. I moan into the kiss as I taste myself. He pulls away and smiles down at me.
“Who in the hell are you?”, I ask, smiling at him.
He licks his lips and says,”It's Jey baby. Now I’m about to fuck this pussy up mama. All fours.”
I don’t waste any time and flip over getting on my hands and knees. He rubs his tip against my clit making me twitch. He kisses down my back and I whimper from the teasing. I shake my ass to tell him to hurry and he smacks it making me gasp.
“Be fucking patient before you don’t get anything”, he says as he rub the spot he just spanked.
I patiently wait and as he kisses my back he pushes his entire dick in making my eyes open wide and moan loud.
He comes to my ear and says,”Look at you letting me in like a good girl. Now give me them hands baby.”
I send my hands behind me and lay my head on the pillow. He grab my hand and hold them as he starts to pound the fuck out of me. The feeling is so unreal, it feels like a fairytale.
I scream out,”Fuckkk daddy.”
He doesn’t let up on strokes and my eyes roll in the back of my head. He comes down to my ear and groans. I try to get the words out that I’m about to come as my stomach knots but nothing can come out. Soon my body shakes as my juices roll down my leg.
“Daddy I’m cumming!”I scream as the euphoric wave comes over me.
After I’m done he flips me over on my back and says, “I’m not done with you yet.”
He enters me again and my back arches. This time he’s going slower but deeper. He’s digging me out so nicely. My body feels like it's floating on air at how deep he is. I put my hand on his lower stomach and try to push him away but he’s not budging.
“It's so deep daddy”, I say as my eyes roll in the back of my head.
He kisses on my neck making sure to mark me and says, “You can take it mama. Just a little while longer.”
From the way he’s breathing and groaning I can tell that he’s close. I wrap him in my thighs holding him in place and scratch down his back.
His eyes roll in the back of his head and he says,”Fuck mama this pussy is so fucking tight.”
I moan out as I feel my third orgasm of the night creeping up on me. He groans loud and his moves start to stutter.
“Oh fuckkk mama,” he says as he cums in me.
His orgasm sends me into mine and my back arches up and my toes curl as I feel my body squirting from the intense and passionate strokes he just gave me.
“Oh that's it mama, make it rain”, he says as he rubs my clit until I come down from my blissful orgasm. He comes down and kisses me as he disconnects our bodies. I whimper from the sensitivity and lay back on my pillow.
He goes into the restroom and gets a warm towel to clean us up. When he finishes he wraps me in his arms and says,”You did so good mama.”
I smile and snuggle into his arms. My eyes open and the only fucking thing I’m snuggling with his my pillow. I groan and kick around in my bed. I feel the pool between my legs which dripped all down my thighs. I sit up and my body is covered in sweat. I go into the bathroom and clean myself up and change. I groan into the kitchen and get me a glass of water. I walk back into my room and groan as I lay down.
“I’ll never fucking meet him.”
I roll my eyes and turn on my Tv and WWE is on. I decide to watch it and as I’m watching it I hear the name Jey. I sit up and see the man from my beautiful nightmare on Tv. I bite my lip and rub my thighs together as the feelings come back.
I lick my lips and say,”Maybe I will meet him.”
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Elevator for 3
a/n: y’all don’t kill me, i know i have like 4 other fics to work on but this popped up in my head last night and i had to write it 😭😭😭
word count: 407
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Soft giggles, and the shuffling of feet are the only sounds that could be heard in the empty hotel lobby.
Y/N groaned in need as she stood impatiently in front of the elevator doors, watching all three of their reflections on the steel doors.
She watched as their big hands caressed her body leaving not an inch untouched, and their lips nipped, bit and kissed the expanse of her exposed neck.
Her hands flew up, clawing at the back of Josh’s neck as he suckled the sweet spot of her neck.
“Josh,” she whimpered. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“What you need, baby?” he asked, staring hungrily at her full lips.
She didn’t answer, instead she captured his lips in a steamy kiss.
The sound of the elevator broke their kids. Once the doors flew open, Jon’s hands tugged her inside by her waist and he pressed her into himself. Josh strolled in behind, pushing the button for their floor before he pressed himself into Y/N from behind.
“You two are insatiable,” she sighed. They didn’t miss a beat as they continued their lust filled assault on her neck.
They didn’t speak, not that they had to. She was right, they knew that. The hunger in their eyes was proof enough.
“There are cameras in here,” she whispered as Josh’s hands traveled up her thighs, and under her sinfully short dress.
“So? Don’t act all shy now,” Josh said.
“Yeah, since when do you not like to be watched?” Jon smirked and Josh chuckled into her neck.
Her breath hitched in her throat as Jon’s hands joined Josh’s, kneading and massaging her ass and thighs.
“You wore this on purpose, didn’t you?” Jon’s eyes darkened with lust.
“Yeah she did, when does she ever miss an opportunity to tease us in public?”
Her head lolled back as Josh’s hand lightly gripped her throat.
“I hope you know we’re not gonna go easy on you tonight,” Josh whispered, kissing her right below her ear.
Y/N gasped out loud as she felt Jon’s thick fingers rub her through her soaked lace panties.
“She’s ready uce,”
“Please Jon,” she whimpered.
“Tell me what you need, mama.”
“I-”
Before she could answer, the elevator dinged, signaling they’ve arrived on their floor.
The boys reluctantly pulled away, making Y/N groan in frustration. Josh and Jon smirked, chuckling lightly.
“Who’s insatiable now, baby?”
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