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I Hate You, I Love You (Roman Reigns) -- One Shot

Summary: It's Date Night for Mariah and Joe, but it doesn't go as planned. Insecurities were revealed. Words went flying, but it's okay. He's going to make her take it all back.

DISCLAIMER: Outside of the OC, I do not own any character mentioned. The real names of wrestlers are used in my writings. In this, Joe is Roman Reigns. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAANKS.

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, 18+, NSFW

WORD COUNT: 2,435

The front door to Mariah and Joe’s home swung open, bouncing off the wall behind it. “Get the fuck away from me.” She hisses, making sure to slam the door behind her. A shoulder stops it, forcing the door to open and hit the wall again. Dinner didn’t go as planned, and the entire drive home, she and him argued.

“Quit slamming doors in my fucking house, Mariah!” He shouts after her, slamming the door behind him. Mariah marched angrily up the stairs, her fingers fumbling with her earrings. She just wanted to get out of this stupid outfit.

“Fuck you, Joe.” She spat.

“Ay, watch your mouth.” He warns her. Joe would follow her up the stairs, his feet making thunderous sounds with each step he took. She enters the bedroom, walking over to her nightstand. “You’re always blowing things out of proportion.” That pissed her off. She grabs the lamp on the nightstand, sending it hurtling towards him. He dodges it, turning to watch it shatter against the wall.

“Don’t you dare try to flip this on me! I wasn’t the one eye fucking the waitress all night!” She shouts, pointing at him. “I try to do something nice for your ass—for us, and you make me look fucking dumb! You fucking pig! I fucking hate you!” Mariah’s body was shaking with rage, her body hot with anger. She’d clench and unclench her fists while she glared at him. He looks at her, his brows furrowing. He didn’t play any of that hate shit.

“Girl, are you out of your goddamn mind?” He says, stomping around the bed towards her. His hand reaches out, but she shoves it away.

“What did I just tell you!” She shouts at him. He reaches for her again, his advances falling short once more. “Get away—.”He snatches her arm up, yanking her towards him. They were now flush against each other, Joe towering over her. His large hand grasped wavy locks before pulling her head back to look at him.

“Say it again.” He growls.

Her heart was racing wildly in her chest thanks to this argument. Emotions were high, and there was a tingle in her throat. Her chest rose and fell with short breaths. She’d lock onto those brown eyes, tears beginning to fill her own. She’d blink quickly, ridding herself of the blurs her tears caused. She’d swallow back the urge to cry, her stare hardening. “I said I hate you—.” Before she could finish that sentence, Joe’s lips were on hers.

She’d press her lips tight together, protesting his kiss. He’d let go of her arm, his hand immediately reaching around to grab a handful of ass. It was his go-to move every time she stonewalled him. She’d let out a moan, allowing her mouth to fill with his tongue. Her mouth began to move against his own, returning his angry kiss. It was impressive how quickly she gave in to him when she was mad. He was a wrecking ball to every strong foundation she had ever built. Slender fingers travel up the lapel of his suit jacket before reaching around to connect at the back of his neck.

Joe’s hands would move from their places in her hair and on her ass, finding the neckline on the back of her dress. His fingers tried to find the zipper, but he would quickly get irritated with the hunt. They’d wrap around the neck, ripping the dress right down the center of her back. His hands would travel along the growing split, exposing her backside. Cold air rushed at her body, quickly raising goosebumps. His left hand traveled back up, now wrapping around the back of her neck. He’d grip it roughly, pulling her back from the kiss. She’d let out a pant at the unexpected motion but sharply gasped when he shoved her body into the comforter on their bed. He releases her neck, his hands pulling her arms back. He’d hold her wrists in one hand.

“Take it back.” He demands.

She lifts her head, her hair now a mess. “I hate you.” She says again. He’d strike her right ass cheek, causing her to yelp. The sensation from the sting traveled up her back, making her arch. “Fuck,” she says under her breath, letting her head drop back into the thick blanket.

“Don’t make me tell you again.” He says, his voice stern. She ignores his warning, remaining quiet. “Oh, now you have nothing to say.” His hand would collide with that cheek again, hitting in the same spot. Riah sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from reacting. A red, hand-shaped welt would appear on her skin. “Now, I can do this all night; it’s all up to you.” He boasts, bringing his hand down for a third time.

“God!” She cries out. “I—I take it back!” She moves her hips in an attempt to ease the burn.

He releases her hands, allowing them to drop to her sides. “Apologize.” He says calmly. Joe shrugs out of his suit jacket, draping it neatly across the bed beside her. He unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves, folding them up past his elbows. Even though she surrendered, he and she knew he was far from finished. She presses her palms into the soft bedding, slowly pushing herself up.

“I’m sorry.” She breathes. The front of her dress would slip down her arms, exposing her breasts. She peers up from the curtain of messy black hair, her eyes finding her disheveled appearance in the grand mirror against the wall.

“That’s not good enough for me.” He says, her head dropping at his words. Oh, for fucks sake, she thought. Suddenly, he pulls her head back, causing her to gasp. Her hands reach back for his shirt, barely grasping the fabric. “Say it right. Daddy, I’m sorry. I’ll never say it again. I love you, Daddy. I need you, Daddy. Forgive me, fuck me, Daddy.” He says into her ear, mocking her tone of voice. “That’s what I want to hear.” He confesses. His breath was heavy in her ear, causing her to shiver. She’d move against his crotch, squeezing her legs tight at the arousal she was feeling. She could feel his bulge against her backside and just knew he was aching to free it. She just had to say the words.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She whimpers.

“Say it again.” He purrs, nodding his head.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“And?” He presses. Joe’s attention now turns to the mirror, a devious smile on his face. He reaches up, pulling the front of her dress down more.

“I’ll never say it again.” She adds. His large hand cups a breast, massaging it slowly. His thumb would flick her sensitive nipple, causing her to moan.

“Go on.” He whispers.

“I love you, Daddy.” She continues, her hips still moving against his. The friction would cause him to give her a moan. Mariah smirked at the reward.

“I love you.” He replies. His tongue would drag up her neck, flicking her earlobe. If he could, he’d devour her and leave nothing behind. She’d shift her hips once more, the tension in her loins growing by the second.

“I need you, Joe.” She says, opting for his name. He’d drop her back to the bed, and she’d sigh at the relief her neck felt. He’d wedge his knee between her legs, pushing her legs open. “Fuck me.” She breathes.

“Fuck me what?” He asks. His hands grabbed the tattered dress she wore, ripping it more to expose her lower half to him. She wore no underwear with plans of their evening ending on a good note. Technically, it still was, but the outcome was different now. His hand would find the heat between her legs, his fingers becoming soaked in her wetness. His middle and index would push through her folds, finding her throbbing clit.

“Daddy.” She moans.

“Good girl.” He cooed at her, his fingers massaging the cluster of nerves at her center. She whimpered softly, her hips winding against his hand slowly. “We’re gonna fix that attitude.” He removes his hand from her glistening folds, his hand now having the same shine. He’d bring his hand to his lips, taking both fingers into his mouth. He sucks her fluids off his hand, humming softly at the sweet taste. Riah relaxes into the mattress, sighing softly.

The unfastening of a belt could be heard behind Mariah, followed by the sound of a zipper. Joe pushed his pants past his hips, his cock flopping out from the confines of his trousers. He’d position himself at her opening before slowly pressing into her. She’d suck in a breath when she felt him insert her, a loud moan shaking her core. “Hush all that up.” He says, teasing her now. His hips move slowly within her, allowing her walls to adjust to him comfortably. “You done ran that mouth too much tonight.” He slams his hips into hers once.

“F-Fuck.” She stammers.

“Talking about you hate me.” Slam. “You don’t hate me. You can never hate me.” Slam. “You love me, can’t get enough of me, can’t live without me.” His hands grip her hips. “I don’t hate you either,” He breathes. “But I’ma fuck you like I do.” His hips began to pound into her, causing her to cry out in pleasure. Her hands would feel along the comforter before gathering the fabric by the fistfuls. She pulls it towards her, revealing the black satin sheets beneath the large blanket.

“J-Joe!” She moans. “Ah, Joe—fuck!” He’d reach down, pulling her head up slightly.

“Look at yourself.” He says, talking about the mirror. Watching him degrade her in the most disgusting of ways only made her more aroused. “Done made me ruin a good dress.”

“I’m sorry,” She whimpers.

“Yeah, you better be.” He groans. “Fuck, Riah.” He lifts a hand to unbutton his shirt. Bit by bit, his shirt would reveal that chest piece she loved to kiss so much. Her fingers now ached to touch it.

Her legs would begin to tremble with each thrust. Her body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Oh, she was close. “I’m gonna cum!” She chokes out. Her walls begin to clench against him, her legs increasingly getting worse. Suddenly, he pulls out, stripping her of any chance of release. His hand releases her hair, and she drops back into the bed. “Please!” She begs, making him laugh.

“Please!” He mocks her again. “What happened to all that mouth you had earlier, hm? Slamming my doors, breaking my shit.” He tsks at her, his head shaking in disappointment. “Not so tough now, are you?” He flips her onto her back. She’d land with her hands by her head. He grabs the shredded dress, ridding her body of it completely. He balls it up and tosses it to the side.

Mariah covers her face, trying to give herself a moment to compose herself. Her cheeks were hot, her face damp with sweat. Rough fingers wrap around her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed. She drops her hands from her face, glaring up at Joe. He places both legs on his shoulders. “You can get that look off your face.” He tells her, pressing into her again. Her eyes would close in bliss, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

Joe begins to lean over her body. The pressure in her abdomen building as he did so. He was folding her in half, and she could only imagine what he had planned. Her legs would slide up his shoulders, crossing at the ankles. His hips would resume their vigorous motions, his cock now pushing up into her G-spot. Her hands would slam the bed three times as she cried out in pleasure at him. “Yes!” She exclaims, pushing her hips up into his. “Oh, God, yes!” Her legs trembled like never before, her toes curling hard.

“You hate me?” He asks, panting softly.

“No!” She moans.

“Look at me while I’m talking to you.” He growls. She forced her eyes open, meeting those dark eyes she loved terribly. “You love me?” He asks. She nods her head frantically.

“Yes! I love you, Daddy. I love you so much!” He was once again bringing her close to her climax. The closer she got, the louder her moans became. “I’m—I’m—.” before she could finish that sentence, he’d stop his hips. She let out a scream of frustration, earning a smug grin from her man. He was edging her into insanity. He moves her legs off his shoulders, now wrapping them around his waist.

“Simmer down.” He says, reaching up to fix his bun. Oh, this asshole, she thought. Hairs stood wildly on his head, but he slicked them back against his head.

“Joesph, if you don’t fuck me, I swear to—.” She says, her voice catching in her throat. His hips started moving again, this time extremely slow. This pace did nothing but quickly build her up again. Joe lets out a huff of his own, drawing close to his climax, too.

“No one gets me like this but you.” He tells her. “I don’t give a damn about anyone but you.” His hips begin to pick up speed again. He leans over her again, his fists pressing into the mattress. “Don’t fucking embarrass me like that again.” He says through clenched teeth. His hips collided with her own, filling the room with loud claps of flesh against flesh.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again. “I’m close, God, I’m so close.” She whines. Her walls began to spasm around his length again, but this time he powered through. He could feel his hips starting to tighten, his thrusts now stuttering. He would give her three more pumps before releasing in her. Her body would erupt with tremors with her orgasm, her back arching off the bed. “Thank you,” she breathes. “Thank—.” Joe would turn her head, playfully pushing it into the mattress. She’d swat his hand away, earning a laugh from him. He pulls out, stepping back from between her legs. Pain would shoot up her legs now that she was finally able to rest them. She winces slightly.

Mariah pushes herself onto her elbows, her chest quickly rising and falling. “Clean yourself up.” He says, fixing his pants. She’d scoff gently, watching after him. He was walking toward the door. He needed water.

“You owe me a dress!” She exclaims after him.

“I know.” He replies, halfway down the stairs.

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Yeah, lmao please tell me what you think. I plan to cry about it later LMAO. This is literally my second time writing smut. I hope this was good @kawaiigladiatorwolf. Your request was random to me and I don't take them really, but I figured I'd give it a try. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I'm not a fan of y/n and find it hard to follow at times, so I did what was comfortable to me!

Enjoy!

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how much longerr

Please don't rush me lol

I can put this off till tomorrow beloved 🖤

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Jimmy Uso x Reader - Untitled

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤

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Okay.. this is me working on my smut lol. If anyone has any pointers, let me know. ❤️

To Hubby 💍☝🏽: thank u for the flowers 💋❤️

From Hubby 💍☝🏽: U welcome beautiful. You gon be wearing that when i come back?

To: Hubby 💍☝🏽: Maybe 🤫

To Hubby 💍 ☝🏽 : miss you 😘

From Hubby 💍☝🏽: Fuck, im omw

“Oh shit,” Alani whined as Jon started hammering in and out of her wet pussy. He pushed one of her knees up to her chest and wrapped her other leg around his waist. The position allowed him to hit her sweet spot head on.”Jon, shit.” She moaned out, closing her eyes in ecstasy as he pounded into her. He was showing her no mercy. She had teased him all night sending him dirty text messages and pictures. He had left the arena as soon as his match was over, telling his brothers and cousin that he wasn’t feeling well.

“Nah , where you goin’?” He asked as she pushed on his lower stomach trying to push him away. He grabbed her hand and placed it above her head, holding it down to the bed. “This what you wanted right?” He asked, slowing his thrust and leaning down to press kisses on her neck. He picked his head up and slapped her thigh when she didn’t answer him. “You hear me talking to you”

Alani let her eyes roll into the back of her head and moaned out ”Yes”. He was absolutely right, this was exactly what she wanted. She knew that he was already wound up and horny from being constantly interrupted all week and she had not been any help by sending him those pictures earlier.

She gasped when he suddenly pulled out and flipped her on her stomach. “F-fuck” He stuttered once he pushed himself back inside of her. He placed one hand on the back of her neck pinning her down to the bed, his eyes glued to her ass as it ricocheted off of his stomach.

“Mmhmm'' He groaned, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. “Just like that” Jon’s head pulled back in pleasure as Alani continued to throw her ass back on him.

“You like that daddy?” She asked, feeling herself grow wetter at the sounds that he was making.

“I fucking love it.” Jon moaned, feeling her pussy tighten around him. He quickly maneuvered them back into missionary position, knowing that she liked to look in his eyes when she came. He had a wicked grin on his face as he watched her eyes become glazed over.

“Yeah, you gonna cum on your dick?” Alani could only muster up a loud moan in response. She pulled him back down by the back of his neck and captured his lips with hers. Moaning into each other's mouth as her pussy started to spasm around his length. Alani broke to kiss to let out a cry of his she came, her juices rushing out of her and soaking his pelvic area and the sheets below them.

“Shit” He moaned out, his thrust faltering. She opened her eyes, licking her lips as they made eye contact. “Where you want it at baby?” Jon asked, watching and letting out a moan as she brought her hand to her pussy and started rubbing her clit.

“Oh fuck, baby.” She moaned out feeling herself about to cum again. “I want you to cum in me.”

He looked at Alani with glossy eyes. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned out before pushing her legs up so her feet were almost touching the headboard, knees by her ears.

“Shit, i’m bouta cum” Jon moaned out as he pounded into her. He let out a loud groan as he came inside her, hops stuttering as continued to thrust slowly into her, her pussy milking him of every last drop. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to her holding his hand up for a high five.

Alani looked over at him. “You're so corny.” she rolled her eyes and slapped her hand against his. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow, trailing her fingers up and down his chest.

“Only for you baby, only for you.” He muttered, eyes closed as he puckered his lips from a kiss to which she happily obliged.

“I love you.” She whispered against his lips.

“I love you too.”

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so…i got a one shot dropping tonight. Super smutty. I’ve been working on it since I got that request and hoped to stop it at 1000 or less words but we might be on our way to 2000 LMAO

it’ll be finished soon! 👀

PS. I’ll be closing requests after it drops so I can work on getting better at writing that stuff. lol

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hiiii i have a request!! roman reigns x fem! reader can u please do one where roman hate fucks y/n and dominates her pleaseee

oh great heavens…

I don’t really write smut ((i’ve only done it once so far (we’re working on it)) or write in the perspective of the reader/y/n, but i’ll try LMAOOOOO

Aye, if it’s trash i’m blaming everyone but myself (im toxic) LMAO

you’ve been warned 🫵🏾😳

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BOOKUCE COLLECTION

Since we’re 2 stories deep now, here is a list of what I have right now! It’ll be updated with each story that comes out and you’ll know if it’s completed or ongoing.

JEY

CHANGE MY MIND — ONGOING

ROMAN

FOOLS RUSH IN — ONGOING

I HATE YOU, I LOVE YOU -- COMPLETED

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Fools Rush In (Roman Reigns)

SUMMARY: Nessa wasn’t looking for love, neither was Joe, but when you know, you know. Isn’t it funny how fate work?

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OCs. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, Joe is Roman. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Roman Reigns x Black OC

TROPE: Love At First Sight

WARNINGS: N/A

WORD COUNT: 1904

CHAPTER ONE

It was supposed to be a Girls’ Night for Nessa and Isabel. The plan was dinner and a movie, but now they wanted drinks. So they found themselves in a popular nightclub here in Miami. They approached the well-lit bar, their eyes visually drinking up the mountain of alcohol in front of them. “So,” Nessa breathes. “What do you want? The first round is on me.” The brunette turns her attention to her best friend. Her fingers excitedly tap the counter. “Are we feeling darks or clears?” She presses.

“Yes,” Isabel answers with a breathy laugh.

“Girl, I can’t drink like that anymore.” Nessa giggles. The statement wasn’t far from the truth. The last time she mixed her liquors, she woke up to potentially blackmailing videos on her phone. Never again. Nessa hums softly, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. “Let’s play it safe with clears. Vodka?” She asks. Isabel grimaces.

“Tequila?” She answers with a question.

They exchange stares in silence for a moment before putting their fists out. They shake them four times. “Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” They say in unison, throwing out different hand gestures. Nessa’s fist remains tight while Isabel’s hand is open. Paper beats rock.

“Lo siento, mi amor!” She exclaims while closing her hand around Nessa’s fist. “Maybe next time.” She turns her attention toward the bartender passing off shots to some nearby clubbers. “Two shots of Teremana, please!” The bartender nods at her request and turns to grab the bottle from the alcohol mountain. “With lime,” she adds with a smile. “Yeah.” she nods slightly.

Nessa shakes her head at the petite Latina. It was never a dull moment with her lively best friend. She turns over her left shoulder to grab her wallet from her back pocket but is halted by dark eyes watching her a few feet down. A smirk curls onto the lips of this bearded man once caught. Anxiety would rush through Nessa’s veins like electricity, causing slight chest pains for her.

Oh, he is handsome, she thought.

The bar lights lit his features well, the shadows chiseling out his bone structure. His hair laid against his head flat, pulled up into a bun, the sides shaved. He looks groomed—at least from here, he did.

“Ness,” Isabel calls, snapping Nessa out of the trance she was in.

The distracted woman turns her attention back to her friend, forgetting all about grabbing her wallet. “Yeah?” She asks. Isabel gestures towards the two shots in front of her. The bartender standing before them waited impatiently for a payment. “Oh shit, sorry.” She mutters, reaching into her back pocket for her wallet. A tan hand appears in front of her, a black credit card between two large fingers.

“Put it on my tab.” A deep voice says right above her ear. “I have their drinks all night.” He adds. The bartender eyed the black card in the man’s hand before taking it.

“What’s the name?” She asks.

“Joe.” He answers. Just as Nessa turns to look at the man, he lowers his hand for her to shake. “Nice to meet you.” He says to her with a half-grin. Behind her, she could hear the sounds of approval from her best friend at the tall man.

Ness takes the warm hand, shaking it slightly. His hands were rough, a sure indication of a hardworking man. She now wonders what he does. Construction? Maybe. Architect? Possibly. “Vanessa—Nessa for short.” She says finally. He presses his lips into a thin grin and nods his head once at her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nessa.” He says, opting for the shorter version of her name. Mentally, she was happy he did. She preferred it over her full name. She felt more like a Nessa than Vanessa. They would continue to shake hands slightly while gazing at each other, both not realizing that they were still doing it. Isabel would watch them curiously from behind Nessa. She gawked over the man’s size. In height, he towered over her and her friend. She could tell he was very fit. She’s now wondering if he has a regimen he’d be willing to share.

“It’s a pleasure,” Nessa says, finally looking away from the chocolate-brown eyes that entranced her. Her eyes find their hands still wrapped around each other’s, and she drops it. She would peer up at him from the side, noticing his eyes still on her. Her heart began to soar at the sight. My, this man was overwhelmingly attractive.

“Thank you for the drinks!” Isabel would say suddenly. Nessa clears her throat and nods.

“Yeah, thanks. You didn’t have to do that.” She says, chiming in.

“Well, I had to find a reason to come over here.” He explains with a shrug. “It’s no problem.” Silence would fall between the pair, causing Nessa to look ahead. She wasn’t too good at talking to men. It was only a matter of time before she said something to chase him off, or he realized she was not what he was looking for—whatever that may be.

“So…” Isabel chimes in. “Joe, what brings you here?”

“My cousins. Nightclubs aren’t really my thing, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He confesses. “What about you two? Here with anyone?” He asks. His second question is for Nessa. Joe hoped to God she wasn’t here with anyone. If she was, his efforts to know her would be in vain.

“It’s a Girl’s Night,” Nessa says, opting out of his second question.

“But are you here with anyone?” He asks, now directly asking her.

Isabel smiled at the interaction, mentally hoping Nessa would take what he was giving. Meeting guys in the club wasn’t the safest idea, but he seemed pretty sober to her. At the moment, she sees no warning lights flashing above his head. “I’m married,” Isabel says, jumping in again. If she could do anything for her best friend right now, it would be to set her up with this fine specimen of a man. She leans into her best friend, nudging her to speak up.

Nessa turns to Isabel briefly, her eyes widening before returning to Joe. “I’m not.” She says finally.

“A lucky guy at all?” He asks.

“No.”

“Lucky me.” He smiles, revealing perfectly white teeth. “Bartender,” He calls out, waving his hand. The same one that served us earlier approaches us. “Another round for us, please.” He says, whirling his index finger in the air.

Joe spoke with a swagger Nessa had never heard from a man. He radiated so much confidence. If he looks like that, how can you blame him? She’s now cycling through possible professions again. Lawyer, maybe. Doctor, no. Athlete, strong possibility. The poor girl was guessing everything but a serial killer. Nessa would take a glance down at his right hand. No ring, no ring tan. He was an unmarried man himself.

“Lucky girl?” She asks suddenly.

“Hm?” He hums, his thick brows lifting.

“I said, is there a lucky girl?” She repeats, leaning in towards him. Joe looks at her, quickly shaking his head.

“No, not for a little over a year now.” He answers, giving her more info than she was seeking. He reaches down to grab one of the three shots before them. He tosses it down the hatch, his jaw clenching and unclenching at the taste and burn. His last relationship wasn’t one he preferred to talk about. Though he should’ve been mad at his ex, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. He’s gone most of the year; who’d want to stay with someone they barely see?

“Are you from here?” She asks.

“No, I’m from Pensacola.” And there it was. Joe was from another city. One that happened to be six hundred miles away from here. He was here for vacation, here for fun. She was not interested in that. “What about you?”

“I’m local.” She breathed, her shoulders shrugging as she spoke. “Been here my entire life.” She adds now reaching to grab her shot. She tosses it back slowly, her eyes closing slightly. She places the glass on the counter.

“That—.”

“Look,” She says suddenly. “I’m sure you’re a great guy and all, and I really hate to assume, but I’m not looking for a hookup.” She looks around. “Especially here.” She looks at him with a shake of her head. “Not a smart idea.”

Joe’s eyes venture away from her face, his eyes now on the bar counter. His large fingers would curl against the surface while he chose his words. “I understand.” He says, nodding. He lifts his hand, his palm up and open. “I’m not much of—of a hookup person myself.” He explains looking over at her. “I barely know how to do that kind of stuff—the pickup lines and whatnot.” He explains, leaning towards her slightly.

“Right,” Nessa nods.

“My cousins tried to teach me, but I’m not really feeling it, you know what I mean? I’ve never been one to do that.” He was now rambling, his anxiety starting to spike. Maybe he shouldn’t have come out. He can already hear Jon and Josh teasing him for not being able to pick up women. It should come easy to him with the way he looked, but how he looked and who he was were two completely different people. He stops himself, a slow blink to follow while he gathers himself. Just talk, Joe, he thinks. He takes a breath. “I just figured I’d come over and introduce myself, maybe find a reason to come back to this place. Miami is a bit scary after a certain hour with all of the…colorful people.” She chuckles at that, receiving a grin from him in return. Maybe he was winning her over again. “Maybe I can get your number instead?” He proposes.

Nessa watches him for a moment, her eyes searching for ill intent she’d never find. He did seem like a sweet guy; at least she was hoping he was. Isabel was staring a hole in the back of Nessa’s head. Surely this woman has some sense. If she didn’t give this man her number, she was going to give her a piece of her mind after (and maybe sneak her number to him behind her back).

“Uh,” Nessa starts.

“Perra, dale tu número.” Isabel hisses, pinching her side. Nessa shrinks away from the pinch, looking back at her friend who was glaring at her.

“Sure, why not.” She says, looking at Joe. A large smile would spread across his face as he fished his phone out of his coat pocket. She’d take the warm phone, putting in her info as a contact. She passes the phone back to him. “Don’t make me regret it.” She warns him.

“I won’t.” He says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Thank you,” He nods, looking between her and her friend. “I’ll let you ladies get back to your Girls Night. Remember, your drinks are on me. Be safe.” He says, walking off to find his cousins. Nessa and Isabel both watched as he vanished into the crowded space that was the dance area.

“I can’t believe you almost fumbled that!” She exclaims. “That man is fine, fit, and looks rich, mi amoré, okay? Alex is lucky I love him, because that one would’ve gotten fu—.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Nessa snips.

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A/N: so…fancy seeing you here LMAO. Should’ve seen it coming tbh. This is the first chapter of another little fanfic I have tucked away. I hope you like it!

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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 22

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“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should’ve never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

It took everything in Airielle to push Josh away from her. “No” She said, holding her hand out when he tried to walk back towards her. “No, I kissed Ray and yes, it was wrong but you fucked her.” Josh felt his heart shatter at the pure anguish in her eyes. “Which means that it’s something that you've been wanting to do.” Josh started shaking his head.

“No. Don’t even think like that man,” This wasn’t going how Josh had planned. He understood that Airielle was pissed and she had every right to be. But what about him? She had broken up with him out of the blue. Then she had gone out on not one but TWO dates with that cornball and to top it off, she kissed him. So yeah, he had hit Yara up and asked if she wanted to chill. She was in the wrong just as much as he was.

“So what am I supposed to think?!” She shouted, getting extremely frustrated with him. “If I never came to your place that day, would you have told me about you and her?” Josh sighed and avoided her gaze. Because they both knew the answer. He wasn’t going to tell her shit.

“I’m sorry Airielle.” He finally said and she rolled her eyes heavenward. “How many times do you want me to apologize, Rih?” Josh asked. “I never wanted to hurt you. I wanna make it right. What can I do to fix this?”

“There’s nothing you can do to fix this.” She muttered, pushing her way past him and back over to the section where her friends were, with Josh hot on her heels.

“What happened?” Trinity asked, seeing the look on her friend's face. Airielle shook her and picked up her purse.

“Nothing.” She said too quickly for anyone to believe her. “Seriously, I have an early flight in the morning. Have fun on y’alls trip.” She said, giving Jon and Trinity a hug. As she turned to leave the section Josh stood in her way.

“Josh-” She started but Yara called out over her.

“Bae, move so she can leave. Nobody wants her here anyway.” She fake whispered the last part, but even with the thumping music of the club everyone heard her. Bae huh? Airielle chuckled as she remembered the kiss the two of them just shared.

“You heard you’re girl, move so I can leave.” Josh narrowed his eyes at Airielle.

“She ain’t my anything. How many times do you want me to tell you that? It was comical how fast Yara's face dropped at Josh’s words.

“Could have fooled me.” Airielle shrugged and tried to walk around Josh.

“If you leaving so am I.” Airielle sighed and rolled her eyes. “Come on, you wanna leave right?” He asked her, holding his hand out for her to take.

“You're kidding me right?” Yara scoffed and stood from her seat. She slid in between Josh and Airielle, with her back facing Airielle. But like he had been doing all night, he paid her dust and moved his body to the side a little bit to look at Airielle, since Yara was taller than her and was blocking his view of Airielle.

“Thea told me to stay away from you but noo, silly me right?” Yara scoffed as she started arguing with Josh. Airielle took that as her cue to leave. She slipped past Yara and Josh and darted for the exit of the nightclub. She was happy that the hotel was within walking distance, it gave her time to think about everything.

She had bigger problems to worry about. She was still looking over her shoulder every second of the day, waiting for Christopher to strike next. She had somewhat prepared herself. She had gone and brought a taser to protect herself. She knew that with the connections he had, it was only a matter of time before he showed up again.

“Just let her be Josh.” Trinity said as she grabbed his arm to stop him from following after Airielle. “She has a lot going on right now.”

“I can’t let her be Trin.” Josh stressed, rubbing his hand over his beard, before letting out a sigh. “I’m in love with her.”

“Ok, that’s it.” He heard Yara mutter before, she stood from the sofa and stomped off with Thea chasing after her. Trinity looked at him but he shrugged.

“Just give her time little bro.” Jon slurred as he sat back on the couch and closed his eyes. “She loves you too. Her feelings are hurt.”

“I’m trying Uce, I really am.” He didn’t know how much longer he could wait though.

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was.

Airielle wasn’t even in her hotel room for a full two minutes before there was a knock at her door. She let out an exasperated sigh, thinking it was Josh but it wasn’t and she so wished it was. Airielle felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach as Chris grinned at her.

“You were supposed to wait for me.” He said. “Color me surprised when I found out you were seeing someone. Joshua Samuel Fatu.” Christopher sneered, backing her into the room and shutting the door behind him.

“Shit.” Airielle whimpered as she fell backwards after tripping over one of her heels that she left in the middle of the floor, twisting her ankle in the process.

“I was biding my time, you know. Just waiting for the perfect opportunity to see you again and.” He stops and lets out a humorless chuckle. “And what do I see? You kissing this nigga like I don’t fucking exist. Like you not engaged to be married TO ME!.” He yelled at her, advancing towards her and fisting the front of the robe to pull her to her feet.

“Chris let go of me!” She yelled hoping and praying that her screams woke up her neighbors and one of them called security.

“How could you leave me and go with him! He’s a fucking wrestler Airielle. I’ve always treated you so fucking good. Gave you whatever you asked for. Can he do that! Huh?!” She let out another scream as he threw her to the nearest wall.

Josh had promised Trin that he would leave Airielle alone for the night and try to talk to her when they both were back in Pensacola and had clear minds. But he couldn’t do that. Something in his gut was telling him to go and talk to Airielle.

After bribing the ladies at the front desk, he made his way up to the 5th floor. He had no idea what he was going to say to her ,because he said everything. He already told her how he felt and that he would do anything and everything to win her back.

“1015” He muttered as he started walking down the hall. As he got closer to her room something in his gut was telling him to hurry up and get there. Just as he was about to knock her heard her scream, followed by the sound of glass shattering and a thud.

The door opened and Airielle ran right into Josh.

“No!” She lashed out “get off of me!”

“Airi chill, it's me, it's Josh” He said, as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his body. She couldn’t calm down. She started to hyperventilate. “Baby relax” He stated as he peeked into her room, eyebrows drawn together at the sight of the man passed out on her floor, a broken lamp shattered near his head.

Josh pulled her closer to his chest and pulled out his phone dialing 9-1-1. After hanging up with the police, he called Trin.

Airielle felt herself relax as she buried herself deeper into Josh’s embrace, the sound of his heartbeat calming her.

“Who is that?” He asked as Trinity and Jon walked off the elevator towards them.

“Christopher.” Josh had to strain to hear her because she had pressed her face into his chest.

“Wait, your ex?!”

“Airi!” Trinity called out as they got close and Airielle removed herself from Josh’s arms and threw her body into her bestfriends. “Did you call the cops?” Josh nodded, but kept his eyes on Airielle.

“You wanna stay with me tonight?” Airielle nodded and Josh and Jon. went into her room, still keeping an eye on Christopher’s unconscious body as he went to grab her suitcase and pack up some of her stuff that she hadn’t packed yet.

“What happened.?” Trinity asked her, tears glistening in her eyes at the thought of her best friend being hurt again by Christopher.

By the time Airielle was done recapping what happened, the police had arrived and taken her statement before arresting Chris. But Airielle knew that wasn’t going to be the end. He was a very high profile lawyer and his last name held some weight to it. He would be out of jail in no time with no actual repercussions and the thought of that scared Airielle to death, because how was she going to stop him?

Well... he attacked but Airielle is not the same girl she was 2 years ago, she wasn't going to let him put his hands on her again.

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Change My Mind

SUMMARY: Josh and Alina are great friends most days. Other days, they want to tear each other apart. Some days, they’re in love with each other, but neither of them will admit it.

*DISCLAIMER: This is a multi-part series. I do not own any of the characters in the writing except for the OC. The book uses actual names of wrestlers. Josh is Jey, Jon is Jimmy, Trinity is Naomi, and Alina is Alina. The book is not realistic and does not take place during real events, but some actual events (matches, storylines) could pop up in the story eventually. I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS ANYWHERE. THAAAAAANKS. *

PAIRING: Jey Uso x Black OC

TROPE: Friends to Lovers

WARNINGS: Language, 18+

WORD COUNT: 1505

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

Alina would wake up in Josh’s arms, her eyes meeting his heavily tattooed chest. She draws back a little, finding her best friend’s face. He was still peacefully sleeping, his eyelids fluttering ever so slightly. She unwraps her arm from his body before reaching down to remove his arm from hers. She moves from the bed, careful not to wake the sleeping man.

There’s an ache in her body that only a heavy Pilates session could give her. Her entire body was sore, and the man sleeping soundly behind her was to blame. She now takes a look at the room. Clothes were tossed around it, her suitcase and all its contents on the floor, and the office chair at the desk in the corner was on its back. The lamp that was once on the desk was now hanging off the side, and her makeup box was on the floor, destroyed. She scoffs softly to herself before spotting the shirt Jey had on last night. She walks over to it, wincing with each step she takes. “Fuck…” She whispers to herself, her hands going to her hips. Slowly, she bends over, grabbing the red garment from the floor.

With each motion to put the shirt over her bare body, she grimaces. Josh’s shirt smelled heavily of cologne, one she recognized she had bought him for Christmas. She pivots, now walking to the bathroom. She flicks on the lights, pausing when she sees her appearance in the mirror. Her hair stood wildly on her head, the leave-out from her sew-in now frizzed. Last night’s makeup smeared her face. There were streaks in her foundation and eyeshadow muddy around her eyes, but that wasn’t what shocked her the most. Along her neck were deep purple and red markings in many sizes. She sucks in a deep breath.

Oh, he got carried away.

She forces herself to look away from her appearance, her eyes now on the bathroom counter. She grabs a brush and a scrunchie, brushing her hair back into a semi-neat ponytail. After that, she grasps a container of makeup wipes, pulling two wipes from the package. She wipes her face, ridding it of everything that could cause a breakout later. Once finished, she exited the bathroom, making her way around the bed towards the balcony doors. She needed some fresh air.

The curtains are drawn shut, but sunshine pours through a thin opening, laying a warm, yellow streak across Josh’s sleeping frame. She grabs the thick curtain, drawing it back only a few inches so she can slip through the opening. Her fingers wrap around the doorknob as she pushes it down. It opens with a soft pop, causing Alina to look back at Josh. He didn’t move. Lucky for Alina, Josh was a heavy sleeper. If he could, he would sleep through the end of the world. She slides the door open, the outdoors filling the room with the faint ambiance of the city down below. She steps through the door, leaving it cracked only a bit.

The sunlight hit her eyes, causing a headache to build behind them. She groans softly, lifting her hand to shield herself from the light. Alina knew a hangover was coming for her after all the drinking she did last night. Her hands find the balcony railing, wrapping around the cool steel. She’d peer out at the early morning skyline.

The sky is filled with the haze of a retreating fog, leaving the air just a bit damp. It reminded Alina of the early mornings of her childhood. Nostalgic. The Sun rays would light this haze perfectly as it moved through the tall buildings in the area. Alina would close her eyes, sucking in a slow deep breath as she did so. What a crazy turn of events this is, she thinks. What do they even do after this? How does one continue as if they didn’t fuck their best friend after a night on the town? The answer was simple, but not one she was ready to admit: She couldn’t.

Warm hands would wrap around her forearms, prompting her to close her eyes. Josh presses against her back, his head resting against hers. They would stand there in silence for what felt like forever. “Sleep well?” She asks, now wanting to hear his voice.

“Yeah,” He breathes. “Would have slept better if I woke up next to you.” He finishes. His words would make her stomach swell with butterflies. She turns to face him, meeting those tired, dark eyes she’s grown accustomed to seeing over the last two years.

“Next time.” She promises.

Josh leans his forehead against hers, his arms wrapping around her waist. “You want there to be a next time?” He asks. Hearing her say that eased his soul of anxiety he had about where they would stand. He knew they would have to have this talk at some point today—he just thought it would be a more complicated conversation than this.

“Only if you want a next time.” She says, bringing her hands up to his chest. Her eyes shifted to it, noticing that she had left marks along the center of his chest and collarbone. Well, there goes fussing at him for the damage he caused.

“Uh, yeah, I want a next time!” He says enthusiastically, pulling back to look at her. “Girl, I want a next time, a next time, and another next time!” He confesses, making her laugh. He watches her with so much adoration, a faint smile on his lips. “I been about you since the day I met you, Alina. That ain’t changing.” He tells her. Hearing that from him causes her laughter to die down. Her smile, though, remained. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he rolls his shoulders in response. “Be careful where you touch, you fucked my back up.” He tells her. She pulls back, shock on her face.

“Boy, I know you’re not talking. Do you not see me?”

“Shit, you look loved to me.” He says, leaning over her for a kiss. His hands move to grip her ass, causing her to squeal. “And you ain’t got no drawls on?” He exclaims. Before she could fight, he had already tossed her over his shoulder.

“Josh!” She shouts as he runs back into the room with her.

ONE WEEK LATER

People rushed in and out of the green room the Anoa'i family occupied. They were getting ready for a segment with the quartet and Paul Heyman. Everyone was there—except for Josh. No one had heard from him for about forty-five minutes now. Jon tried to call him but was being sent straight to voicemail. Joe leaned forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his thighs. His large hands were clasped tight while he tried to wait patiently for his cousin to arrive.

“Jon,” He says, his voice husky.

“You ain’t even gotta say it, Uce,” Jon replies, his voice laced with slight annoyance. “Him and Lina getting on my nerves.” He mutters. Alina and Josh have been inseparable since they left that hotel room. Whatever free time they had, was spent with them ripping each other’s clothes off and going at it. He hadn’t seen his family until today.

“What Lina gotta do with this?” He asks.

“Oh, you ain’t know? They fucking.” Both Sefa and Joe look up at Jon, their thick brows furrowed. They did not know. Joe then straightens up, looking over his left shoulder for his little cousin. When he doesn’t find him there, he looks to the right. Joe lifts a tan finger at him.

“You owe me fifty.” He says. Sefa sucks his teeth at Joe, folding his arms. Right on cue, Josh comes rushing into the room.

“Sorry, yall.” He mumbles, avoiding everyone’s eye contact. “I had to talk to Nick about something.” He lies. No one answered him straight away, but everyone was staring. He didn’t even check himself before he left that room with Alina. The black Bloodline shirt he once wore was now missing, leaving him a black jean jacket. His pants were unbuttoned, hanging off his hips, and red lipstick stained his lips. The man looked like a mess.

“So,” Paul says, a smirk on his face. “When’s the wedding?” He asks, causing Josh to spin around.

“What?” He snaps.

“They know, Uce,” Jon says, looking up at him. “And pull your pants up before your dick falls out.” Josh glances down at his pants, pulling them up above his hips. “And clean your mouth,” He adds lastly. “Looking like you drank a pitcher of red Kool-Aid.” Josh quickly moved over to a mirror in the corner, now seeing what everyone else was seeing. He swears under his breath, turning to grab a paper towel from the snack table on the opposite wall.

Joe was amused, sitting back in his chair watching his scrambling cousin. “Wow, she got you all kinds of discombobulated, Uce.” He says, teasing him.

“Shut up.”

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Oop 👀

Unholy (Jey Uso)

Jey loves the taste of forbidden fruit.

PAIRING: Jey Uso x OC

A/N: I wanted to add this to my "200 words in May" collection, but 200 words were simply not enough. I hope you still like it! 😁

Fic title taken from "Unholy" by Sam Smith & Kim Petras

Word count: 730

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Apparently there are unwritten rules to life that have dire social consequences when broken. Luckily for me, it’s never been in my nature to follow such rules and I never plan to. The reason is I have since realized that such limitations will only hinder my approach to certain sexual fantasies of mine, the main one being my uncanny ability to seduce women that belong to someone else.

Terrible, I know. But there’s something about stealing forbidden fruit that turns me on. Perhaps it's the sense of scandal and superiority and the fulfillment of completing a seemingly impossible task that appeals to me in those situations. It’s even hotter when those women come running back to me realizing their men can’t fulfill their needs like I can. Take Kristal Johnson, for one. My Business Management teacher in college, she was a Pastor’s wife and my very first conquest. I had her in the palm of my hand for my entire sophomore year. I never failed her classes, and she never remarried after her husband left her when he found out about us. Oh well. Long story short, no woman is safe around me.

Not even the ones that belonged to my so-called brothers.

From the moment I set eyes on Savannah, I knew I had to have her. Add her to my little collection that included the spouses of Roman, Solo and my own twin. I done hit ‘em all, with no remorse. Their men had it coming after the way they treated me these past few years, anyway, so fuck them, too.

Now, back to Savannah. She and my dawg, the Honorary Uce Sami Zayn, were a cute little couple. Too cute, really, and maybe I envied them for it. They shared the same positive, bubbly, happy-go-lucky naiveté, and the Alpha competitor in me wanted to fuck that dynamic up. My Dominant craved to explore the inner submissiveness that Savannah clearly harbored and Sami was obviously letting waste away. I knew I could lure her in, make her ache, make her beg. God, I love it when they beg. I wondered how the fuck Sami even managed to bag such a sexy ass woman. Beautiful smooth milky brown skin, curvy body but fit, with an appetizing, round ass I planned to smack every chance I got. Striking face with lips so plump and full; all my mind could see each time she kissed Sami passionately in front of me, was my dick between those lips, fucking that mouth until it was covered in her spit. Something dark and needy was roused in me, starving, and I couldn’t rest until the hunger was satiated.

So, over the next few months, I put my plan in action. Flowers. Sweet texts. Dirty texts. Private phone calls, telling her everything she wanted to hear. Savannah showed some resistance, but that was fine. The harder the chase, the sweeter the reward, and the visual of Sami barreling into our locker room completely distraught was the sweetest payoff of them all. I held back my laughter as he cried on my shoulder, wondering how his relationship had deteriorated so quickly and what he did wrong. All I could offer him was my saddest facial expressions as I pretended to console him,

“Damn shame, Uce. Them females these days, they ain’t loyal, ya know?”

The moment he shuffled off to prepare for his IC title match with Chad Gable, I rolled my eyes and fished out my phone.

Ya boy just told me y’all broke up. Good girl 🤣

Her response made me smile.

It’s not funny. Show some empathy.

Lol took ur fine ass long enough to end that shit 🙄So this means you’re spending the weekend with me.

For what?

You know what 😉

🙄🙄🙄 You must think I’m some kinda whore. Just because I ended things with him don’t mean I’m gonna fuck you.

Snickering to myself, I type just one word. Liar.

Her silence speaks volumes.

I’m flying you to my place in Malibu on Saturday. Ima change your life, baby girl. That’s a promise, I continue.

You’d better. Sami is a good man and doesn’t deserve this.

I’m ten times the man that he is.

😒 We’ll see.

Bet 😈 Now let’s talk about all the dirty shit I’m gon' do to you when we meet up…

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