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Final Part: Duel Desires

part 1 HERE

Paring: Jey Uso x Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kissing, fingering, oral fem receiving, swearing, p in v, smutty smutty smut, 18+

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You found yourself positioned in the middle of Roman's room, flanked by Jimmy on one side and Jey on the other. The intense feeling of anxiety caused your skin to feel as though it was crawling with discomfort, each moment passing by like a slow, unsettling creep. 

Roman let out a light chuckle, his tone teasing as he remarked, "You look like you seen a ghost or somethin." Feeling the weight of his gaze, you nervously shifted your grip on the notebook in your hand before answering, "Just a bit nervous, that's all." Sitting up in his chair, Roman reassured you, "Don't be. We really need to discuss this upcoming interview you have with me." 

Your gaze traveled from Jimmy to Jey, your mind consumed with thoughts of whether they were aware of your sexual encounters with each other. The presence of both men had a magnetic pull on you, causing a delicious sense of weakness to seep through your body. Their eyes held a seductive allure as they watched you, sparking a tantalizing tension that left you yearning for more.

As you refocused your attention, you found yourself responding tentatively, "Um, yeah, sure. Where should we begin, Roman?" The air filled with nervous anticipation as the two of you delved into a thorough discussion, meticulously planning every aspect of how tomorrow's interview on "Tonight's Show" would be orchestrated and structured. Each detail was carefully analyzed, ensuring that nothing was left to chance in creating a captivating and flawless on-air performance.

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During the interview, Roman abruptly receives a phone call, prompting him to dash out fiercely to attend to the urgent matter, leaving you in an unexpected situation with Jimmy and Jey. Anxiety grips you once again as you feel their intense gazes fixated on your body. In the midst of this tension, your grasp slips, causing your notebook to tumble to the floor. Reacting swiftly, both men rush to assist you, but a silent, charged moment ensues as they realize their mutual desire to be the one to aid you. Locked in a stare-off, a palpable sense of suspense hangs in the air between them, their eyes revealing unspoken words and uncharted territories of desire.

Realization crept over you that the situation was veering into dangerous territory. Their gaze locked onto each other, a silent battle of dominance unfolding as if they were unwittingly partaking in a competition over your affections. The intensity of their stares betrayed a hidden tension and unspoken rivalry, as if each twin was unaware of the sexual encounter you had with the other. 

In a tense exchange, Jey focused his gaze on Jimmy as he said, "aye, bruh, I got her." Jimmy's eyebrow raised in defiance, countered with, "Nah, uce, it's all me." Approaching you, Jey's hands found their way to your waist as he asked, "you ight? Is yo anxiety fuckin’ with you?" Before you could respond, Jimmy swiftly intervened, pulling Jey back by the arm, "I told you it's all me, fuck you doing, uce?" 

Jey withdrew from Jimmy's grip, his voice laced with irritation as he questioned, "the fuck you grabbing me like that for uce? yo ass over here acting like you did something with her." Your eyes widened with guilt, your stomach somersaulting as you struggled to process the situation. The two men fixated their gaze on you, your heart pounding frantically while your mind raced. Unable to withstand the tension any longer, you finally spoke up, confessing, "Fuck! I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry if I gave you both the wrong idea, but I'm sorry. Jimmy fingered me, and Jey ate me out.” The room was filled with the weight of unspoken truths.

Jimmy's fist, connected with Jey's left eye. The room echoed with the sharp sound of the impact. Jey stumbled backward, clutching his face in pain, while Jimmy stood there.

You gasped sharply, "JIMMY!" Your voice pierces the air with disbelief. Roman burst into the room, his expression one of disgust as he reprimanded, "I leave for two minutes, and yall in here fighting? In my room?" Feeling overwhelmed by the tension and guilt, you stormed out without a backward glance, your fear palpable as you stomped down the halls. The weight of remorse coursed through your veins as you reached your room, seeking solace in your journal to release the flood of emotions that threatened to consume you.

You tore through the lavish hotel room, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. your hands rifled through drawers, under the bed, and inside the closet in a desperate search for your journal. The room, adorned with expensive furnishings, felt claustrophobic as your sobs filled the air. Each moment without your journal felt like a piece of you being stripped away. 

A knock echoed at the door, and through the veil of tears, Jimmy's face appeared. You opened the door with fury, demanding, "What do you want?" as you stormed through the room. Jimmy followed, apologizing, "I'm sorry, ight? I ain’t mean to trip like that." Your anger flared, "Nigga please. Yall act like CHILDREN. Get out." You yelled, backing up until you reached the end of your bed. Jimmy remained resolute, standing in front of you, "Not til you forgive me," he insisted. 

With a roll of your eyes, you met his challenging gaze, filled with a hint of mischief. "Bet," he murmured, then forcefully pushed you onto the plush bed. You began to protest, "Jimmy-" but he silenced you with a commanding tone, "Lay yo ass down." You did as you were told.

your eyes locked with his. He slowly began to undress you, starting with the unbuttoning of your jeans. As each button gave way, the tension between you intensified. Once your pants were removed, he then slid them off your legs, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in his presence.

He then knelt beside the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, as he prepared to explore the intimate depths of your pussy. With a soft whisper, he assured you of his intentions, "forgive me." your breaths shallow and rapid, as you surrendered.

His skilled fingers traced the contours of your body, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you. As he gently parted your legs, he leaned in, his mouth teasing your most sensitive spots, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. The room was now filled with the sounds of your passion, as he continued to explore you with his tongue, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. You could feel his beard gliding along the wetness of your pussy, “so fuckin’ wet for me huh?” he mumbled.

His skilled tongue danced over your most sensitive spot, sending shivers through your body and causing your back to arch in pleasure. Each touch ignited a fire within you, and your moans grew more intense with each passing moment. "Fuck, Jimmy… Jimmy," you cried out, your voice echoing in the room as your body trembled under his expert attention.

He hummed in response, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through your core, further fueling your arousal. "Mhm, feel that shit, mama," he murmured, his words dripping with sensuality. His voice alone was enough to push you closer to the edge, as you clung to the pleasure he was providing, your body writhing beneath his skilled touch.

He positioned your legs on his shoulders, creating a deeper access to your core. He asked, "Did he eat you like this, hmm? This what you like?" His words were a mix of tease and dominance, sending a thrill through you as you nodded, your voice barely audible, "Yes."

He let out a low chuckle, watching you squirm beneath his gaze, your body responding to his every touch. The sight of your vulnerability and desire only fueled his own arousal, as he continued to explore you with his tongue, burying himself deeper into your pussy.

Your passion built, gasping, "I'm gonna-," you whispered, "mhm, cum in my mouth," he groaned as he intensified his kiss on your most sensitive spot. Your climax washed over you, causing shivers to ripple through your being, and he gently laid your legs back down, savoring the aftermath.

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After you had been intimate, you and Jimmy laid in each other's arms, enjoying the rush of emotions that came with being so close.  As you laid there, you couldn't stop thinking about how amazing it felt to be with him, but you also felt the desire to cool off and relax. The idea of going to the pool popped into your mind, and you decided to act on it. 

"I'm gonna go hit the pool, you coming?" you asked Jimmy as you rummaged through your bag to find your swimsuit. He shook his head, feeling comfortable where he was. "Nah, I got too comfortable, you go ahead. I'll probably hit the gym later." 

You nodded in understanding, slipping into your swimsuit as you prepared to head out. The thought of feeling the cool water against your skin was enticing, and you were eager to take a refreshing swim. With a quick goodbye to Jimmy, you made your way to the pool, ready to soak in the peacefulness and beauty of the water.

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As you made your way towards the pool, you couldn't help but admire the beauty of the surroundings. The lush greenery, the vibrant flowers, and the soothing sound of flowing water created a peaceful atmosphere. Your eyes were drawn to the pool, the sparkling blue water glistening in the sunlight, inviting you to take a dip and relax.

But as you approached closer, your attention shifted to a figure sitting in the pool with his back facing you. He had a distinct appearance - his wet, perfectly styled mullet, the intricate tribal tattoos that covered his muscular back, and a shiny Cuban link necklace around his neck. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized who it was - Jey.

With a mix of curiosity and apprehension, you took slow steps towards Jey, finally sitting down in the pool beside him. The sight of the black and blue bruise covering his eye filled you with a sense of guilt and concern. You reached out and gently grasped his face, your voice filled with sincerity as you apologized.

"I'm so sorry," you said, your eyes welling up with emotion. Jey, however, tried to reassure you, his tone calm and understanding. "It's okay, ma. I ain't trippin'." He turned to face you, his eyes searching yours, attempting to convey that there was no need for you to worry.

"Look, let's have fun or sum, you can swim?" he asked, gauging your swimming abilities. You shook your head, admitting that you couldn't swim. “Lemme teach you then”, his offering evident in his voice. "Fine, but don't drop me or I'll beat your ass," you said, trying to maintain a lighthearted atmosphere.

"Yeeet!" he exclaimed. Your eyes grew wide as You let out a small giggle. “Why you laughing?" he asked, curious about your reaction. You couldn't help but mock him in return, “ yeeet!”.

He rolled his eyes, "Man, come here so I can help yo ass swim." His words were filled with good-natured mockery, and you couldn't help but smile as you prepared to take his help and learn how to swim together.

Jey stood in the pool in front of you, grabbing your arms to pull you in deeper. Eventually the water came up to your neck. You began to look around you at the water, feeling as if you’re being choked and might possibly drown, “j-jey this is too deep” you said nervously. He grabs you by the waist, “cmere I got u,” he said. He swiftly pulled you up by your thighs, wrapping them around his waist, “better?” He asked. “Yeah” you answered softly.

God he looked so sexy. The tats, the hair, the chain, HIS GRILL. And you couldn’t even help the fact that you could see Jimmy in his eyes as well.The quietness felt heavy. "I'm still sorry for your eye," you mention. "I know baby," he replies. His eyes gleamed as his dick pulsed. You desperately moved your hips into his. With one of his hands, he moved it in between the two of you. Going further towards your aching pussy. “Jey-“ “shh ma.” He made little circles on your clit, “god” you moaned. 

As he continued to explore you, his touch became more arousing, and with a gentle ease, he inserted his middle finger within you. It was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but moan softly as you adjusted to his finger.

Once you were comfortable, he began to move with a rhythm that sent shivers down your spine. Your moans grew louder, filling the indoor pool with the sound of your desperate moans. "Oh my god, Jey," you cried out, your voice filled with a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

He responded to your cries by increasing the pace of his movements, his touch becoming more assertive as he guided you towards the peak of ecstasy. he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your neck, sending a wave of pleasure through you. "Mhh. Did he finger you like this? hm?" he teased, his voice low and seductive. You couldn't help but nod in response, your eyes locked onto his, filled with gratitude for this incredible connection.

"Yes. Yes," you said, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own moans. As the climax approached, you felt yourself losing control, your body trembling with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you. "Come for me, ma," he demanded, his voice filled with desire and lust. "Cum on my hand ma, you can do it."

And with those words, you did just that. Your body convulsed as waves of ecstasy washed over you, your moans filling the room as you reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Jey held you close, his touch gentle and reassuring, as you rode the waves of your orgasm.

"Lemme walk you to yo room," he whispered, his voice low. Having experienced two orgasms in one day, you felt a sense of euphoria wash over you, leaving you both breathless and a little dazed. As you stood there, leaning against Jey's strong embrace, he walked you two to the steps of the pool. He gently puts you down.

He supported you, guiding you towards your room. When you finally reached your room, Jey helped you inside, and Jimmy was standing in the center, waiting for you.

Tensions rose as Jimmy's anger flared once more, and Jey found himself becoming agitated as well. You tried to intervene, your voice calm and steady as you asked, "I thought you went to the gym."

Jimmy's gaze shifted to Jey, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and confusion. "I ain't wanna go no more," he replied, his voice tinged with resentment. Jey decided to intervene. "Why you here?" he inquired, his own temper simmering just beneath the surface. Undeterred, Jimmy stepped closer, his voice echoing Jey's question. "Why you here?" you attempted to diffuse the situation. "Don't start this," you pleaded, your hand slapping against your head in frustration. "I'm tired of it."

Despite your efforts, it seemed as though neither Jimmy nor Jey were willing to back down, their anger and frustration fueling the growing tension between them. You couldn't help but worry that the situation would spiral out of control if they didn't find a way to resolve their differences.

"What you do, uce?" Jimmy inquired, his tone tinged with suspicion. Jey responded by wrapping his hand around your neck, asserting, "I'll show you what I did." With a swift movement, Jey spun you around and leaned in to kiss you passionately. As his lips met yours, a wave of desire and intensity passed between you, leaving Jimmy visibly frustrated and agitated. In a moment of jealousy and defiance, Jimmy took hold of your hand and spun you around to face him. He pressed his lips forcefully against yours, his tongue entering your mouth in a possessive, almost aggressive manner.

It was like they were competing on who could kiss you better, eat you better, finger you better, and get you wetter. Jey spun you around and demanded, "Get on the bed, ma." You complied, taking a seat on the bed with your knees bent, your eyes darting between the two men.

The tension between Jimmy and Jey hung heavy in the air, as they stood facing each other in a tense, unspoken confrontation. After a moment of intense scrutiny, they exchanged a subtle nod, signaling an unspoken understanding between them.

With the air now charged with anticipation, Jey made his way to the edge of the bed, while Jimmy positioned himself behind you. The room seemed to grow smaller as the two men prepared to make their moves, and you couldn't help but feel caught in the middle of their unspoken agreement.

Although unsure of where this was headed at the moment. Jey gently lifted your chin with a tender touch, while Jimmy deftly removed your bikini, guiding you into a position on all fours.

As Jimmy tenderly caressed your backside, Jey's hand softly grazed your cheek, his eyes searching yours for a sign of trust. "Do you trust us?" Jey questioned, his voice filled with a mix of concern and desire. With a silent nod, you conveyed your willingness to surrender.

But Jimmy, wanting a more explicit confirmation, encouraged you to vocalize your trust. "Use your words, mama," he urged. For a moment, hesitation hung in the air before you finally mustered the courage to respond, "Y-yes," your voice tinged with anticipation.

Jey and Jimmy, both undressing with an air of confidence and desire, revealed their arousal to you. As their clothing fell to the floor, you couldn't help but notice the impressive size of both men. Your eyes widened in a mix of surprise and anticipation.

You found yourself drawn to Jey, his erection standing proud before you. Simultaneously, Jimmy positioned himself at the entrance of your dripping pussy, the anticipation of the moment heightening your senses. Your gaze shifted back and forth between the two men, your focus returning to Jey as he gently guided his member to your lips. With a shared look of understanding, they exchanged a single nod, signaling their readiness to proceed. 

Jey's dick slowly filled your mouth, while Jimmy's slid deep within your core. Your tightness surprised them both, but the pleasure it brought was undeniable, and you couldn't help but moan in response.

"So fucking tight, mama," Jimmy groaned, his voice filled with a mix of lust and desire. Jey, too, couldn't resist voicing his pleasure, "mm-fuck, your mouth feels so good, ma," he murmured between fucking your face. The rhythm of their movements intensified, their bodies rocking in harmony with yours.

As they drove deeper into you, Jimmy's hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a stinging imprint on the plump flesh. "This ass so damn fat," he growled, his voice a mix of dominance. Your moans echoed through the room, a blend of pleasure and pain that only heightened your arousal.

Jey, with a firm grip on your face, thrust deeper into your mouth, his movements forcefully fucking your face, reaching the back of your throat. Meanwhile, Jimmy expertly stroked your G-spot, causing your legs to weaken and your pussy to leak uncontrollably.

Jimmy then pulled himself out of you as jey did the same. Jimmy rose off the bed and jey held you by your throat as he laid you on your back. As Jimmy moved to the hem of the bed, jey then laid beside you and positioned you on top of him. You settled down onto Jey's eager dick, feeling the warmth and fullness as his arousal filled you. At the same time, Jimmy positioned himself at your mouth, eager to explore your sensuality.

Jey's grip on your throat tightened, his eyes locked with yours as he said, "Ride this dick, ma." His words were filled with raw desire, urging you to take control of the situation.

You rode him up and down, hard as you took jimmy in your mouth. You wanted to make him plead to cum, both of them. With every downward motion, your wetness coated Jey's balls, a testament to your arousal. Meanwhile, your throat welcomed Jimmy's length, accepting every inch he had to offer. "Oh fuck!" Jey moaned, his facial expression revealing his desperateness as he displayed his grillz. Jimmy couldn't help but add, "Mama, you're doing so good!" His head threw back in response to your skills. 

You bounced harder on jeys thick dick as you fully took jimmy's dick balls deep into your throat. “Why you fuckin’ me like dis, ma?” jey whimpered in agony. Jimmy said, “lemme cum in that mouth mama, p-please.” as jey agreed, “yea, lemme cum in this wet ass pussy. Fuuuck, please.” With that being said, you sped up your rhythm. Jimmy's thighs trembled as he released his climax into your mouth, his moans mingling with a stuttering "mmh, i- shit." Meanwhile, Jey's pulsating dick filled you, his dick expelling cum as his legs twitched in response to the heightened sensations, “fuuuuck,” he moaned. Far from finished, you began to grind against Jey's now sensitive length, your voice rising in a wail, "I'm gonna cum!" Jey nodded, urging, "Cum on my dick." And so, you did, your orgasm building from your sensitive g-spot and rapidly expanding, eventually overwhelming your entire body.

Gently lowering yourself onto Jey, you found yourself in a tender embrace alongside Jimmy, who sat up beside you. A moment of confidence passed between Jey and Jimmy as they shook hands. As Jimmy tenderly stroked your thick curls, Jey's hand provided a comforting caress to your back, enveloping you in warmth and support.

After thoughtful consideration, you realized that choosing between the two of them would be impossible. You found yourself in need of both the assertive presence of Jimmy and the reassuring comfort of Jey. Together, they complemented each other perfectly in every aspect imaginable.

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Part 1: Duel Desires

Paring: Jey Uso x Jimmy Uso x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Never A Mistake

Paring: Jey Uso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language, pure smut, 18+, body fluids

Word count: 6,713

Summary: The reader reunites with her former personal trainer, Jey Uso. The reader is overwhelmed by the memories and feels guilty for their past actions. Jey confronts her, accusing her of seeing him as a mistake. The reader is left with a deep, seductive desire, and Jey's possessiveness fuels the flames of their passionate encounter.

Attending my inaugural WWE event was an electrifying experience that left me spellbound. Positioned in the coveted front row, I became part of the action, enveloped in a world of larger-than-life characters and adrenaline-pumping spectacles. My journey into this captivating realm was made possible by my best friend Tracy, a devout follower of the oiled-up, half-naked men who grace our screens every Monday and Friday. As Tracy would passionately recount the intricate storylines, I found myself intrigued by the bloodline and the impending Judgment Day.

From the moment I stepped foot into the arena, I could sense the palpable energy that enveloped the air. The atmosphere was electric, a fusion of rumbling cheers and thunderous boos, creating an intense symphony of emotions. Excited fans, adorned in their favorite superstar's merchandise, added an extra layer of vibrancy to the spectacle.

As the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into a deafening roar, signaling the beginning of the show. The stage transformed into a battleground, and the wrestlers emerged, embodying the epitome of physical prowess and showmanship. Each character had a distinct presence, captivating us with their larger-than-life personas and charisma. Their performances were a seamless blend of athleticism, drama, and storytelling, creating an immersive tapestry that held us captive throughout the night.

In the realm of friendship, Tracy has always embodied the essence of an "It-Girl." With her long, luscious curls, velvety soft skin, and lips adorned with a cherry gloss, she effortlessly commanded attention. Tracy possessed an allure that made heads turn whenever she passed, earning her the title of "The Instagram Girl." And then there's me, a more understated presence in our friendship.

While I too possess thick, curly hair, I prefer to gather it in a simple, elegant bun. My skin boasts a delightful caramel hue that adds a touch of warmth to my features. Unlike Tracy, my approach to life is more laid-back and serene, allowing me to embrace my own unique beauty.

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a new message. Curiosity got the better of me, and I glanced at the screen. It was Ivan, my ex-boyfriend. Memories of our tumultuous past flooded my mind, and I hesitated before opening the message. After all, it had been a year since we broke up, and he had always managed to find a way back into my life despite my efforts to move on. His persistence was both annoying and frustrating.

Ivan's messages were always filled with the same clichés that exes tend to use. "I'm sorry for how I treated you," "I hate myself because of what I did to you," "I only want you, give me another chance." It was all too familiar, and I had grown tired of his empty promises and apologies. But this time, the message was different. It simply said, "I just want to talk."

Ivan: Hey, I was wondering if you're busy. I know you probably don't want to talk to me but, I just want to talk a bit.

Y/N: Can't talk now, I'm out.

The excitement in the air was palpable as another figure made their entrance. The crowd erupted in a deafening cheer, and Tracy's voice soared above them all. "Oh my god, OH MY GOD! Y/N, IT'S JEY USO!" I discreetly slid my phone back into my pocket, trying to hide my lack of recognition. Tracy's reaction was akin to that of a child visiting Disneyland for the first time, a symphony of joyous squeals.

I attempted to play it cool, pretending I knew exactly who she was talking about. But then, it hit me like a wave of nostalgia. Jey Uso, my personal trainer from a few years ago. I recalled the countless times I had seen him on television, thanks to Tracy's monopolization of the TV whenever she visited. Jey Uso, the man who had departed from the bloodline. At least, that's what Tracy had informed me on a few Mondays ago.

This unexpected reunion sparked a torrent of memories. I remembered the grueling training sessions, the camaraderie built through sweat and determination. Jey Uso had been more than a trainer; he had become a mentor, a guiding force in my fitness journey. Seeing him now, amidst the roar of the crowd, brought back a flood of emotions.

Inevitably, the moment arrived when he gracefully exited the scene. His presence was somewhat elusive, until he finally reached the end of the ramp. A mere distance of 10 feet separated us. The deafening chorus of women's screams mingled with his entrance song, creating an atmosphere of frenzy. Every step he took exuded an air of confidence and self-assuredness. His chin held high, while his arms hung loosely by his side. There was an enigmatic beauty about him, one that eluded my comprehension. Tracy's assessment proved accurate; this man was undeniably captivating. In person, his allure was only enhanced, leaving me in awe.

In the midst of the bustling arena, Tracy had been desperately vying for his attention for what felt like an eternity. Two minutes had passed, with Tracy's repeated attempts to catch his eye going unnoticed. But then, there he was, just a mere five feet away. I couldn't help but fixate on him, my gaze unwavering.

As he drew closer, making his way towards the ring, Tracy's voice echoed through the arena, resonating with fervent adoration, "WE LOVE YOU JEY!" I had hoped that her passionate cry would finally capture his attention, but to no avail. Instead, it was me that he locked eyes with. The intensity of his gaze was so potent, it felt as if my eyes were about to burst from their sockets. In that fleeting moment, time stood still. It was as if the entire arena faded into insignificance, leaving only Jey Uso and me. With a mischievous smirk, he acknowledged me before stepping into the ring. The connection we shared in that brief encounter left an indelible mark, an electrifying energy that lingered in the air.

In a sudden turn of events, a perplexing entrance unfolded before my eyes, leaving my mind awash with confusion. Amidst the chaos, Tracy's piercing scream broke through the haze. My attention snapped to her, and disbelief colored my words, "Wait, there's two of them?" Tracy's response was sharp and laden with exasperation, "Yes bitch, they're twins, Jimmy!" Twins? The revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning, leaving me dumbfounded. So, you mean to tell me that there are not one, but two of these men?

In a surprising display of agility, Jimmy briskly made his way out, taking each stride with purpose. Upon reaching the front of our section, he cast a disdainful glance at the individual standing beside me. Tracy, eager for a photo opportunity, whipped out her phone and called out to him, "Jimmy, over here!" Yet, once again, he disregarded her plea. Instead, the man directed a contemptuous stare in my direction, leaving me perplexed as to what I had done to provoke such animosity. In response, I returned his glare, causing a smirk to creep across his face.

I was taken aback, my mind swirling until Tracy forcefully shook me. "Oh. MY. GOD! HE SMILED AT YOU! THEY BOTH SMILED AT YOU! I swear to god if they’d have done that to me, I would've died on the spot. aren’t they so sexy?'' Tracy exclaimed. My gaze remained fixated on Jey's silhouette. “Yeah, I guess," I replied. Tracy's jaw dropped, “YOU GUESS? Oh come onnn Y/N, they are literally the sexiest twins in this arena right now.” My eyes shifted to Tracy as a faint blush colored my cheeks, “Yeah, I said I guess. Don't get me wrong, they’re good looking. But I'm sure they enjoy the attention they receive from all you women.'' I explained. 

“Well, that's your opinion. Hopefully, I get invited backstage," she added. Did they actually do that? Invite people backstage? If that were the case, Tracy would probably be the last person they’d invite. Her high-pitched screeching could kill an entire army.

As I gazed towards the ring, my eyes locked with Jey's while he adjusted his wrists. A wave of nerves tingled down my neck, and I quickly averted my gaze. Tracy, standing beside me, couldn't contain her excitement. "Just wait until you see their moves in the ring," she exclaimed. The tension between the two men was palpable, evident in their hostile glares. It was clear that they harbored some deep-rooted animosity towards each other. The thought crossed my mind that perhaps I should start watching WWE to gain a better understanding of this intense rivalry.

In the intense atmosphere of the wrestling ring, the referee handed microphones to both Jey Uso and his twin brother, Jimmy. With a deep breath, Jey grasped the opportunity to address his brother in a fierce tone. "Why you even here? This is not SmackDown, it's Monday Night Jey. Your best leave my arena," Jey exclaimed, his voice filled with determination.

Jimmy, however, refused to back down. "Don't act innocent in all this, uce. You may think you're perfect, but you're just as flawed as I am!" he retorted defiantly.

Jey's eyes twitched with anger as he responded, "No, I have always been there for our family. Unlike you, who only cares about his own success and glory! You've let success get to your head, uce!"

The tension between them grew, and I found myself captivated by their verbal sparring. Jimmy continued to challenge Jey, "Oh, really? And what about all those times you let us down? When you prioritized being 'Main Event Jey Uso' over our own blood, huh? Do you think that makes you a saint?"

Jey took a step closer, his voice now raised in a yell, "You know damn well that I have worked tirelessly to get where I am today! But at least I never lost sight of what truly matters – family and loyalty! Those are things you clearly know nothing about!"

It wasn't the sarcasm that left me gasping; it was the empathy in Jimmy's voice as he responded, "Family and loyalty? Is that why you abandoned me when I needed you the most? Where were you when I was struggling with my own demons?"

"Well, maybe if you weren't so controlling all the time, things would have turned out differently! Maybe I wouldn't have felt suffocated and trapped!" Jey's face showed a tear rolling down, revealing the pain he had been carrying.

In an unexpected turn, Jimmy resorted to gaslighting, saying, "Maybe if you had listened to me instead of pushing everyone away, we wouldn't be in this mess right now. It's always about Jey Uso and his problems!"

Jey was now openly crying, feeling hurt and betrayed by his own brother. He spoke with raw emotion, "Our family was never truly united in the first place! We were always living under your shadow, Jimmy. I'm tired of being second best!"

"Don't blame me for your mistakes! You're the one who made choices that led us here. And now our family is torn apart because of it!" Jimmy retorted, his frustration evident.

"This is not about being better than me. It's about you tearing apart everything we've worked so hard to build together – our legacy!" Jey exclaimed, his voice breaking with sadness.

"Our legacy? Our legacy died a long time ago, uce," jimmy concluded. Jey drops the microphone and surprising everyone with a sudden superkick to Jimmy. The match had begun, signaling the start of a fierce battle between the brothers in the ring.

-20 minutes later-

As the wrestling match reached its climax, the crowd held its breath in anticipation. The familiar "1-2-3" echoed through the arena, and to everyone's surprise, Jey emerged victorious. A wave of excitement washed over the spectators, including myself, as cheers filled the air. It was an unexpected turn of events, and I couldn't help but get caught up in the moment.

Rising to my feet, I joined in the thunderous applause, applauding Jey's hard-fought triumph. The wrestlers slowly made their way out of the ring, each one leaving behind a trail of sweat and determination. Tracy, my companion for the evening, leaned over and reminded me that there was still one more match to come. With Jey's victory behind us, I finally had the chance to take a much-needed bathroom break.

  In the midst of a bustling crowd, I found myself navigating through the throngs of people, trying to make my way to my destination. It was in this chaotic environment that an accidental collision occurred, causing me to bump into a woman. Unfortunately, the impact resulted in the contents of her cup splattering all over my pristine white top. Frustration welled up within me, and I couldn't help but mutter an expletive under my breath.

The woman, whose blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, immediately reached for a napkin, attempting to rectify the situation. "I'm so sorry, ma'am," she began, her voice filled with genuine remorse. Before she could even finish her sentence, I interrupted her with a dismissive response, assuring her that it was no big deal. We exchanged a few polite words, and I couldn't help but notice the black shirt she was wearing, emblazoned with the word "mami." The top seemed to be tailored to accentuate her ample bosom, which appeared to strain against the fabric.

As I ventured into the hallway, my eyes were immediately drawn to the row of doors stretching along its length. Each step I took was accompanied by a nagging question, "Why were they staring at me like that?" It was as if their gazes held a hidden secret, one that I was desperate to uncover.

The uncertainty gnawed at me as I continued down the corridor, my mind racing to find an explanation. Could there be something on my face? I hurriedly wiped my hand across my cheeks, hoping to remove any potential blemish. But as I glanced at my reflection in a nearby mirror, I realized that my appearance seemed perfectly normal.

Still perplexed, my attention shifted to my shirt. I looked down, only to discover that it was immaculate. The fabric was unblemished, and yet the stares persisted, leaving me bewildered and self-conscious.

As I stood there, faced with three potential doors, my hope was that the one on the left would lead me to a much-needed bathroom. With a mix of curiosity and determination, I reached out and grasped the knob, ready to discover what lay behind it. As the door swung open, the room revealed itself - a dimly lit space with a comforting warmth. Instantly, I knew this was not the bathroom I had hoped for.

Despite my initial disappointment, I couldn't help but wonder if there might still be a bathroom hidden somewhere within this mysterious room. Part of me was tempted to give up the search and move on, but another part urged me to press forward, to see what other surprises awaited me.

In the absence of a visible light switch, I refrained from illuminating the room. Consequently, I cautiously navigated through the dimness to access an adjacent space. My hand landed on the wall beside me, and serendipitously, I discovered the elusive switch. As the room came into view, I observed the presence of essential bathroom fixtures - a toilet, sink, and shower.

As I finished my business, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance. Removing my shirt, I rinsed it under the sink, soaking it in the cool water. My frustration grew as I muttered under my breath, "Literally fucked up my Calvin Klein shirt."

Suddenly, a loud bang echoed through the room, jolting me from my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat as I realized there was someone else present. Fear crept in, and I instinctively switched off the light, hoping to conceal my presence. The darkness enveloped me, and I whispered to myself, "Oh shit... is someone else here?"

In that moment, I contemplated how to handle the unexpected situation. Perhaps I could play it off with an excuse like, "Sorry, I was just looking for a bathroom." The adrenaline pumped through my veins as I prepared for whatever may come next.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I was met with darkness that enveloped the entire room. The intruder, if there was one, had intentionally left every light off. It was my cue to move swiftly towards the exit, praying that I wouldn't stumble upon any obstacles and give myself away. With cautious steps, I began to navigate my way through the darkness, when suddenly, an exasperated curse escaped my lips. How could I have forgotten something so crucial? My shirt still lay abandoned in the bathroom, leaving me half-naked and resembling a bizarre fan.

I spun around in a hurry, only to be met with a forceful impact. Someone had bumped into me, leaving me momentarily stunned. Fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. "Who you? And what you doing in my dressing room?" I was taken aback. It dawned on me that I had inadvertently stumbled into a wrestler's private domain. Panic washed over me as I processed the situation. "And why don't you have on a shirt?" the man interrogated. Nervously, I stuttered, "I...I was looking for a restroom, and I needed to rinse my shirt. Someone spilled their drink on me...".

As the light flickered on, my gaze met his, and a wave of unease washed over me. It was Jey Uso standing before me, a figure admired by many. However, it wasn't simply his celebrity status that made my heart sink; it was the overwhelming presence he exuded. Straightening my posture, I stammered, "sorry for being all up on your personal space."

His unwavering gaze locked onto mine, not a single blink to break the intensity. "You good. I'll get you a shirt," he replied, before turning towards his closet. As he busied himself, I took a moment to survey the room, absorbing the details.

The space was a reflection of Jey Uso's character – bold and vibrant. Wrestling memorabilia adorned the walls, showcasing his journey and achievements. The room seemed to pulsate with energy, each item holding a story of its own.

My eyes wandered to a shelf displaying trophies and accolades, symbols of his dedication and hard work. Each one represented a triumph over adversity, a testament to the resilience required in the world of professional wrestling.

As I continued to explore my surroundings, I couldn't help but notice the meticulous organization of his wardrobe. Rows of neatly arranged attire, each piece seemingly chosen to reflect his vibrant personality. The colors and patterns mirrored the charisma he exuded in the ring, capturing the attention of fans worldwide.

A sense of authenticity permeated the room, reminding me that behind the persona of Jey Uso was a genuine individual. Despite his fame and success, he remained humble and approachable, willing to lend a helping hand to a stranger who stumbled upon his domain.

Returning with a shirt in hand, Jey Uso broke the silence, his voice warm and friendly. "Here you go. It might be a lil big though," he offered, extending the garment towards me. Grateful for his generosity, I accepted the shirt with a nod of appreciation.

Dressed in a blue shirt adorned with the word "yeet," I could sense his intense gaze fixated on me. Feeling a sense of urgency, I quickly commented, "Umm, thanks, I should probably leave now." Just as I was about to turn around and make my way towards the exit, he unexpectedly reached out and grabbed my wrist. With a hint of confusion in his voice, he inquired, "Don't you want to wait for your shirt to dry?" It occurred to me that leaving my Calvin Klein shirt behind in the dressing room of a charismatic professional wrestler would not be the wisest decision. Realizing this, I reluctantly agreed, "Yeah, I guess I'll wait."

He gestured towards the couch, invitingly. "We can sit and talk if you'd want. I aint got nun else to do for the rest of the night," he offered. Jey Uso's unexpected invitation to sit and talk, even though I was only half-dressed and he had intruded into his personal space, left me feeling a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Nevertheless, I nodded in agreement and made my way over to join him on the couch.

Jey sauntered over to a small table by the door, casually pouring himself a glass of Hennessy. Turning to face me, he took a hearty swig from his glass before posing a question. "So, you come to these shows often?" he inquired. Unsure whether to fib or be honest, I opted for the latter. "Nope, this is actually my first time. I'm here with my best friend Tracy," I replied. He slid into a seat next to me, our knees nearly brushing against each other. "The girl who was screaming beside you?" he asked. "Yep, that's her," I confirmed. "By the way, I never properly thanked you for being my personal trainer three years back," I admitted. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "Nah, don't worry about it. You still look like you're in great shape." I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's good to see you again, though," he remarked. "Definitely. If I ever need a personal trainer again, now I know where to find you," I teased. "I mean, I'm all over the place, flying in jets and whatnot. New York, South Carolina, Florida," he boasted, spreading his legs a bit. 

Leaning forward in my seat, I couldn't help but ask, "What exactly caused the whole beefing between you and your brother?" He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to share his story. "A few months ago, I had a golden opportunity to dethrone the Tribal Chief and claim the title of WWE Undisputed Universal Champion. It was a defining moment that was brutally snatched away from me by none other than my own flesh and blood, my twin brother," he revealed, his voice tinged with pain. Restlessly, he began to fiddle with his wrists, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. "The betrayal cut deeper than you can imagine. I had no choice but to walk away."

"I didn't know you had to go through all of that, but I'm glad you're out of that situation," I said. Jey smirked and chuckled softly, "Yeah, just some family issues and shit," he agreed. He leaned back on the edge of the sofa, taking deep, calming breaths. This vantage point offered me a better view of him – his glistening abs, intricate tribal tattoos, and the sleekness of his black leather pants. I couldn't help but find it all incredibly enticing. As he lifted his head back up, he apologized, "my bad, I'm just a bit tired," he whined.

My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. Surprisingly, it was Ivan calling. I sighed, wondering what he wanted this time. Reluctantly, I answered the phone, my tone tinged with annoyance.

"Hello? What do you want, Ivan? I told you I couldn't talk because I'm busy," I said, my frustration evident.

"You never have time for me, and now you're mad because I'm calling? Get a grip," Ivan retorted.

"Get a grip? I've told you hella times that I don't want nothing to do with you. Yet you continue to slither back into my life like the snake you are," I snapped back, my anger boiling over. Before Ivan could respond, my friend Jey snatched the phone from my hand. He looked at me, puzzled. "Who is this?" he asked. "It's my ex," I replied, my face buried in my hands, feeling the weight of the situation.

Jey raised the phone to his ear, his voice devoid of sympathy. "look, I don't know what's going on, but she dont wanna talk to you, uce. So get off her phone," he stated firmly. He handed the phone back to me. "Hang up. Now," he commanded. Feeling the weight of Jey's words, I obediently ended the call. Collapsing back onto the sofa, I tossed my phone onto the table beside me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I let out a shaky breath. "When is this ever going to end?" I whimpered, my voice barely audible.

Jey gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him. He stood directly in front of me, his presence calming. "It'll get better, trust me. I've been through some similar shit. And how old are you again?" he asked, trying to offer some perspective. "I'm 24," I replied, wiping away my tears. "See, you're still young. I bet in a few years, hell, maybe even months, you'll forget he even exists," Jey reassured me, his words carrying a glimmer of hope.

Jey delicately approached me, his touch as soft as a whisper, tenderly wiping away my tears. Despite his outward appearance, a sense of warmth emanated from him, revealing the gentle nature of his heart. I lifted my eyes to meet his, and in that moment, I was utterly captivated by his presence. There was an irresistible charm about him, a magnetic allure that stirred a deep longing within me, an insatiable desire that refused to be ignored. The hunger in his eyes was palpable, a yearning to possess every part of me. With genuine concern etched on his face, he softly asked if I was alright, and I could only offer a silent nod in response. As he leaned back, a deep inhale filled his chest, and I couldn't help but notice a restlessness in his movements, a struggle to rein in his own desires. The ache in my abdomen intensified, intensifying the yearning to be enveloped in his embrace until it became almost unbearable.

In a daring and audacious move, I found myself straddling him, overcome by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air crackled with electric anticipation as I whispered sensually, "Can you feel it? The weight of my body pressed against yours." His response, a throaty moan, “i- i cant concentrate with you on me like this.”

Inching closer, my lips tantalizingly brushed against his, igniting an inferno of longing for the taste that awaited him. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of desire that reached a crescendo with a shared gasp. The room hung in suspended silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic sound of our labored breaths.

With a tender caress, he pressed his lips fervently against mine, setting ablaze an insatiable hunger within him, mirrored by the fervor that consumed me. Our mouths became a battlefield of passion, a dance of devouring where he hungrily savored the essence of my being, leaving us both breathless and yearning for more.

Unexpectedly, the door swung open, revealing Jimmy's presence. Startled, I quickly rose to my feet, while Jey sat up, clearly taken aback. Jimmy wore a sly grin, leaving me utterly perplexed as to the reason behind his amusement. "Aye bruh-. Yo ass in hee gettin freaky and shit," he chuckled, "the tribal chief wanna talk to you, bro."

Jey retorted, uninterested, "I don't want to talk to him or you, so get out my shit." Jimmy ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating his response. "Listen, bruh, if Roman shows up, you know he's gonna start some shit, right?" he warned, slowly advancing towards Jey. Resolute, Jey stood up and made his way to the door. "ight, I'll be right back, and don't touch my shit. When i get back, ion wanna see yo face nomo after this," he emphasized before the door closed behind him, leaving me alone with Jimmy.

In the midst of Jey's dressing room, I found myself engulfed in a wave of shyness, apprehensive about the shirt I was wearing. The piercing gaze of Jimmy Uso seemed to burn into my very core. "So, you and Jey, huh? Something going on?" he inquired. It would be sheer madness to assert any sort of connection given that I had only reunited with the man today. Responding with a simple "yes" or "no" would hardly suffice, especially when I was merely borrowing his shirt and our interaction had been limited to a fleeting kiss. My mind drew a blank, struggling to conjure up any suitable response. Before I could gather my thoughts, Jimmy impatiently snapped his fingers, urging me to speak. "Come on, use your words, baby. You're a woman," he added. Flustered, I managed to stammer, "I... No," attempting to put an end to any misconceptions.

He approached me, his question hanging in the air. The one I had been dreading, hoping it wouldn't arise, finally did. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my response. "We only recently reconnected after three years," I replied. Jimmy furrowed his brow, clearly perplexed. "So, in other words-" I interrupted him, not willing to hear the rest of his sentence. "Please, don't say it. I don't want to hear it," I snapped. Jimmy chuckled softly, his curiosity evident. "Say what?" he inquired. "Something along the lines of 'so you sleep with people you've just met again after 3 years?' And if that was your question, then no, I don't," I retorted, my anger starting to bubble to the surface. "Honestly, this was a mistake. I don't even know why I'm still here. Is it already 11 PM?" I shouted, frustration seeping into my words. "Actually, it's 12 AM," Jimmy added, trying to provide some clarity. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand, realizing my mistake.

"The hell you mean a mistake?" Jey Uso's voice caught me off guard, not because it was particularly loud, but because I hadn't realized he had been listening. I cursed under my breath, realizing that he must have overheard some of the terrible things I had said. Memories of our long conversations about life, his stories about his family, and the time he stood up to my ex-boyfriend flooded my mind. It was all too overwhelming, and I found myself at a loss for words. "Um, nice to meet you, uh…”  “Y/N," I stammered, desperately trying to regain my composure. "Yeah, nice to meet you, Y/N. See you later, uce," Jimmy chimed in before leaving. "Leave faster," Jey added, his tone sharp.

Jey's gaze remained fixed on me, unrelenting and piercing. I stood there, enveloped in a heavy cloak of silence, burdened by guilt and shame. It was clear that a mere "I'm sorry" wouldn't suffice in this moment, so I decided it was best to gather my belongings and make my exit. As I reached for my phone on the table, I could feel the weight of the tension in the room. The short walk to the bathroom to retrieve my shirt felt strangely disconnected, as if I were moving through a dream. When I returned, Jey was still planted by the door, their eyes never wavering from my figure.

In a swift motion, I hastily discarded the shirt he had given me. But before I could even think about slipping into my now dampened garment, Jey abruptly approached me, snatched the shirt from my grasp, and carelessly flung it to a corner. His piercing gaze locked onto mine as he uttered, "Seeing me was a mistake, huh?" Stammering, I attempted to explain myself, but my words were cut short as Jey forcefully pressed his lips against mine. His fervent desire was evident as he sought to entangle our tongues, engaging in a passionate struggle for dominance. Breaking away from the intense kiss, he questioned, "Was kissing me a mistake?" Trembling, I managed to utter a feeble denial before Jey's hand forcefully struck my rear, causing me to whimper in pain. "Speak up, ma, I can't hear you," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine. "I'm...I'm sorry, Jey!" I whimpered, my voice filled with remorse. Yet, even as he maintained his unwavering gaze, he coldly declared, "Sorry won't fix this."

He pressed his hungry lips against the soft curve of my neck, igniting a fiery passion that consumed us both. Each kiss was a tantalizing blend of urgency and tenderness, leaving a trail of electric sensations in its wake. His tongue, like a skilled artist, traced delicate patterns across my skin, awakening a symphony of desire within me.

"You looked so fucking good tonight," he breathed, his voice dripping with unbridled lust. The way he spoke, filled with raw desire, made my heart race and my body ache for his touch. "That tight ass Calvin Klein shirt hugged yo curves, teasing me, tempting me. And those black leather pants...fuck, you driving me wild." My toes, painted in pristine white, became a symbol of my surrender, a visual feast that intensified his longing.

A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as his mouth continued its exploration, his lips tracing a path of pleasure along my sensitive skin. His voice, deep and seductive, sent delicious shivers dancing down my spine, heightening my senses to new heights. "No wonder Jimmy couldn't take his eyes off you," he whispered, his voice laced with possessiveness and desire, fueling the flames of our passionate encounter.

"But...wait," I gasped, my breath hitching in my throat as I struggled to regain composure. "I have to make sure my friend made it home...I can't leave her alone." "She can wait," he growled, his voice filled with a primal urgency that mirrored the burning hunger in his eyes. The intensity of his desire, his longing for me, drowned out any rational thoughts. In that moment, nothing mattered except the intoxicating connection we shared. The world around us faded into oblivion as our bodies entwined, consumed by an insatiable craving that could no longer be denied.

In the midst of the electrifying moment, a realization struck me like a bolt of lightning. He had a point - she was indeed a mature individual capable of tantalizing patience. However, a delicious sense of guilt danced seductively within me. Jey raised his head, locking his smoldering gaze with mine. With a touch as tender as a feather, he caressed my bottom lip with his thumb, while teasingly nibbling on his own. His hands, filled with a hunger that matched my own, embarked on an audacious journey, venturing upwards and reaching the edge of my pants. In one breathtakingly swift motion, the buckle came undone, a symphony of desire echoing in the room as the sound of fabric hitting the ground nourished our escalating passion. Jey wasted no time, driven by an insatiable desire that consumed him, as he effortlessly removed my underwear, leaving my vulnerability exposed to his voracious longing.

As he descended to the floor, his eyes locked onto mine, now level with my most intimate sanctuary. A tidal wave of desire crashed over me, drowning me in the intoxicating realization of the depths of his insatiable lust.

I locked my eyes onto him, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. Speech escaped me, replaced by a wordless gasp as a jolt of electric pleasure surged through every inch of my being. My mouth formed a breathless "oh my god," a testament to the overwhelming ecstasy that his tongue, so skillfully and tenderly, bestowed upon my most sensitive area.

His lips embarked on a seductive journey, planting sensual kisses along the smooth expanse of my inner thighs, teasingly inching closer to the pulsating core of my desire. With every tantalizing touch, the fire within me grew, an inferno consuming all reason and inhibitions. He knew exactly how to push every boundary, how to unravel the deepest recesses of my pleasure.

Our eyes met, his questioning gaze filled with a mix of longing and hesitation. In that moment, I realized that this forbidden indulgence was a precarious path we were treading. But as my chest heaved with unquenchable longing, the undeniable truth washed over me. This desire, this primal need, was not a misstep; it was a plunge into the abyss of unadulterated bliss.

“Is tasting you a mistake?” he asked. With a voice thick with desire, I moaned in response, affirming what our bodies had already declared. "No, it's not." And in that instant, all doubts vanished, replaced by an unyielding hunger that consumed us both, fueling the flames of passion that burned brighter with each passing moment. 

jeys tongue flicked my clit again before he began to slurp me over and over, making a wet mess. My hands found their way to his silky soft damped hair, and I gave it a squeeze. “You taste so good ma,” he said. My head fell back as I began to moan a bit louder. “Eyes. on. Me,” he demanded. I did as I was told, I lifted my head and made eye to eye contact with him. God, the view was so beautiful, I watched his tongue disappear into my cunt over and over. In the midst of our passionate embrace, I reluctantly let out a sigh as he gently disengaged. My hand instinctively cradled his cheek, urging him closer for a more intense kiss.

Slowly, we moved backward towards the inviting comfort of the couch, his gentle guidance ensuring our seamless transition. With a soft thud, we both collapsed onto the cushions, his weight comfortably resting upon me. As our lips finally parted, a shimmering trail of our combined desire lingered, connecting us in the most intimate of ways. I could feel his thick bulge through his pants. As he pulled away from the kiss, a trail of our joint fluids trailed to one another. He thrusted his hips into me, “tell me what you want mama,” he spoke, following a hiss. My breath was so shaky, “i want you, please, please jey.” he pulled his pants down along with his boxers with one hand. His mouth slammed onto mine once again.

As his cock rubbed against my sensitive folds, I couldn't help but whimper his name. "Please Jey," I begged, my body craving his touch. He slid into me with ease, and I let out a thick moan as my back arched. "So big," I stuttered, my mind consumed by the pleasure he was bringing me.

With each thrust, he grew deeper and deeper inside me, sending waves of ecstasy through my body. "Shit ma, you grippin me so good," he groaned, his eyes locked onto mine. He lifted his head to look at me, his voice low and husky. "Is. Fucking. You. A. Mistake?" he asked, each word followed by a deep and hard thrust. I couldn't help but whine as my toes curled, my body on the brink of release. "N-n. Fuck!" I managed to stammer out, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. 

His movements grew more erratic, more primal, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "This is my pussy, ma, you hear me? Mine. You know this shit was never a mistake," he grunted, each thrust driving him deeper inside me.

I whimpered, lost in the sensation of him claiming me in such a raw and intimate way. "It's all yours, Jey. I'm sorry," I cried out, my voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and remorse.

He continued to move inside me, his pace relentless as he sought his own release. I could feel myself spiraling towards another climax, my body aching for the sweet release that only he could give me.

And then, as he pounded into me with an intensity that bordered on obsession, we both reached the peak of ecstasy. I cried out his name as I came, my body trembling with pleasure.

He followed suit, his own release sending him over the edge as he collapsed on top of me. We lay there, breathless and spent, our bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs.

In that moment, I knew that what we had was special, that the connection between us ran deeper than mere physical desire. And as he held me close, I knew that I was his, just as he was mine. Our hearts beating as one, our bodies in perfect harmony.

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[mrsfatu]

GAHHHHH, he’s just so bbg

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[mrsfatu]

HIS ARMMMM😮‍💨.

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[mrsfatu]

"thats you right?" gahhhhhh I would literally pass out

this would destroy me

[mrsfatu]

“Roman gonna lose”

Me after watching WrestleMania:

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[mrsfatu]

ROMAN WONNNN OMG IM SO HAPPY!!!!

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[mrsfatu]

Even if it hurts (part 2)

pt2: the contract, read part 1 HERE

paring: dom!Roman Reigns, sub!reader, jey uso, jimmy uso

summary: after four days of not having any contact with roman, you finally understand why and experience another side of him.

warnings: PURE SMUT AT THE END, body fluids, bondage, language, MINORS DNI!!!

word count: 2392

taglist: @hunnidmilly @raeluvshammett @fame-ass-ers @jeyusos-girl @romanreignseater @simplyreading96 @moxkindagirl

It seems like the days have flown by faster than expected. It was the day of the tag team match. There seemed to be a long wait for you in Roman's locker room, where him, his cousins and Paul waited for you. Of course you were in your dressing room, but more nervous than last time. 

“What's taking her so long?” Roman sighs out of aggression. Jey sat up in his chair. "She's probably nervous uce, give her time,” he said. Roman eyes panned to Jey's. "We don't have ‘time’ to waste. Go and get her.” he demanded, not taking his eyes off Jey's. He stood up, glancing at roman once again before leaving to your dressing room. 

You stood in front of your vanity, beckoning yourself on it,  not ready to go face Roman after what happened four days ago, you were still drowning in confusion. A robe covered your body with your black and white outfit underneath. 

 When you heard a soft knock on your door, a feeling of anxiety and dread swept through your body. "It's open," you shouted, knowing it couldn't have been Roman because he never knocks. After entering your dressing room, Jey closes the door. “So uhh, he wants you to hurry up,” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

A sarcastic chuckle emanated from your lips as you watched yourself in the mirror. " He wants me to hurry up," you murmured as you straighten your back. You turned towards jey and crossed your arms, “fine, i’ll be there in a minute,” you said. “he meant now…” jey replied. After rolling your eyes, you removed your robe and grabbing your championship belt, you threw it over your shoulder.

Your tenseness was evident to Jey. While he wasn't sure what was going on between you two, he knew something wasn't right. Roman has avoided questions that include your name for the past four days, and he hasn't spoken to you either. 

As you began to walk past Jey, he grabbed your arm in an instant. With a fierce look on your face, you stopped walking and focused on him. “Listen. I dont know whats up but you have to put that aside for tonight. we need you out there, so put on your face because you got some belts to take tonight,” he states as he releases your arm, “thank you, jey,”

He nods his head and the two of you make your way to Romans locker room. Despite the silence, everyone appeared serious in the room. You took your seat between roman and jey. 

It was a business-related conversation, dominated by Roman, with his face forward the entire time. You, Jimmy and Paul stood to exit towards the alley to the show, but instead you waited for Roman by the door, you wanted answers and you were going to get them by any means necessary. 

You began to hear roman and jey talk, “whats up with you uce? Why’re you avoiding y/n?” jey asks. “I'm not avoiding anyone,” Roman replies. Jey sighs, knowing that was a lie, “cmon uce you think i don't notice? Whatever y'all have going on, you need to fix it,” says jey. You began to hear a loud thud. Roman pushed jey, “you don't get to tell me what i need to do!!” he shouts. While you were about to burst in and check on things, Jimmy grabbed your arm and removed it from the knob before you could turn it. He shakes his head, “dont do it. Its okay. Come on, we’ll wait for them in the alley." Jimmy held his arm on your shoulder as he walked you to the alley. 

“Calm down uce i'm just looking out for you, mainly her. Have some heart,” he shouted back. Roman looks away from jey, “I have heart,” he says. Jey gestures his hands as he asks, “then why are you doing her like this? You do it to me enough, but her, y/n, don't deserve it and you know it uce.” roman removes his hair tie, “she's different, ion wanna hurt ‘er,” he explains. “Here, give this to her before we walk to the ring,” he reaches in his pocket and hands jey a black and white glove that has your initials on it, perfect enough for your smaller hand. Jey pushes romans hand back to his chest, “you do it, i'm not gonna be your messenger uce. We family, and if you wanna make shit right with her, YOU do it,” he says before he exits the locker room.

Romans theme song began to play. He approached you and Paul to take his place between you, and the twins followed behind. You didn't dare glance at him, until he glanced first, but he didn't. Instead, he reached into his pocket and dug out the glove.

He held the glove next to your hand, gesturing you to take it. You looked down and back up at him, his eyes were pierced front ahead. Looking back down, you grabbed it. “My initials? He bought this for me?” you thought to yourself. You faced forward and placed the glove onto your hand. It fits you so perfectly, not too tight nor loose. 

The match went on for what it seems like forever. The communication between you and roman was great, he helped you when you needed, and you did as well. Now, he was in the ring with jack swagger. Jack hit roman with one of his signature moves, the “big boot”. His body fell the ground, causing a huge thud. Your eyes widened as you reached out to roman to be tagged in. aj lee’s hand was held out too, you were ready to go back in and finish this once and for all. 

Jack attempted to pin roman, but roman broke loose and hit him with his “superman punch” which took all his power away from him. “Cmon roman, tag me,” you extended your hand further, shaking it uncontrollably. He struggled to crawl his way to you, and then the both of you were tagged in. 

As soon as you got in, you used romans signature move “the spear”. Clutching your glove and slamming your fist to the ground, you ran at full speed, tackling aj lee down to her back as you watched her release all the air in her body. You went in for the pin, lifting her legs over your shoulders and your body hovering over hers. “ONE…” you tightened your grip, “TWO…” you let out a scream hoping she stays down, “THREE…”

You released her, jumping up and down out of excitement. Without a doubt, roman runs up to you and lift you off of your feet, “THATS WHAT IM TALKIN’ ‘BOUT,” he shouts. 

After the match, the two of you didn't say a word to each other. 

You found yourself standing outside of romans locker room, palms sweating and heart throbbing out of your ears. You let yourself in without an invitation. The smell of vanilla spice flooded your nose as so the dimmed light calmed your soul.

You could hear his shower stop, “this is gonna be so fucking embarrasing. Barging into his room while he's showering…. Gosh im a sick person,” you whispered. You notice his pictures on his wall, so you decide to go and look yourself. It was a picture of him as a child, one of him as a football player and one with his family. “I guess it does run in the family,” you said.

“Inviting yourself in?” you heard his voice, which sent shocks down your body. Turning around, there he stood, in his shorts. His body was damped in water still as his wet hair rested on his shoulders. His tattoos stood out more in the low light of the room. You couldn't even comprehend what was standing in front of you,

“I umm- i just wanted to thank you… for the glove,” you struggled to say. He chuckled, “it's no problem. You did good tonight mama,” he stated, moving closer to you. Your cheeks reddened, fighting the urge to smile, but you still haven't gotten any answers and it wiped your smile away. “Roman… you confuse me you know…” you spoke as you took a step backward. He looks up for a second and looks back down at you, “I apologize. I was focused on keeping things professional. I just don't wanna hurt you,” he explained.

You nodded to an understanding. He walks over to his desk, pulling out his drawer. There was a thin pack of paper that he pulled out. Walking back towards you, he states, “i'm a professional man, y/n,” he hands it to you. You took it, looking down at it. It states, “The contract.” you looked back up at him, wondering what would be inside. 

You opened it, to see all of the sensual things listed. Started from submission and bondage, to limits and safewords. Especially the sentence, “you will be given a healthy salary along with clothing and travel allowance. In addition to any administrative needs I may require, you will make yourself available as my submissive.” Submissive 

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Looking back upo at him, your face crumbled, “is this… is this what you think of me? Roman?” you questioned. His eyes softened as he cupped your face, “no… not at all. I want to show you this part of me. I want you to be a part of me, mine,” he explained. 

you'd always been curious about that lifestyle; the leather, the domination, the taboo, but it definitely wasn't a term you'd ever associated with roman reigns. You were lost in confusion once again. The fact that he wanted you to sign the contract made your gut wrench anxiously. “Come, let me give you a preview,” he says softly. “You have three colors, green, yellow, and red. Green meaning you're comfortable, yellow meaning you're on edge, and red meaning youre uncomfortable, got it?” he asks. You nod your head, “use your words mama,” you open your mouth to speak, “yes.”

He slowly walks behind you and lifts your right arm, rubbing his hand along its length. His lips pressed gentle kisses down your arm and back up to your neck. His hands rubs your waist, making their way up to the back of your bra to unclip it. “What color are you?” he asks, “green” you replied, shakingly breathing. Your bra falls to the floor as he turns you around. The body temperature between you became hot and anxious. 

He caresses your face as he places a soft kiss on your lips. Turning around, he grabs a tie from the seat behind him. He moves closer, pulling your arms above your head and ties your wrists together. As you stood there, he cleared off his desk, wiping everything to the floor as if he didnt care what was on top of it. 

He picks you up with your tied wrist around his neck. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster by the second as he stared into your soul, ready to devour you any second. He lays you on the desk. His hands gripped the hem of your bottoms, pulling them off slow enough to your liking.

He steps back for a minute to admire your body, “god you're so beautiful,” he grunts. He runs his hand along your abdomen, “When I touch you, there is no one else." A moan escaped from your lips, and his eyes filled with need. "There's only your beautiful little whimpers that send me overhills." As soon as his finger pressed inside you, your moan grew louder. He pulled the finger out and went back to teasing your opening. "The only thing I ask is for you to be mine." 

His other hand gripped your thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh hungrilly. "So when I say that I want you-" It was a warm, wet sensation flickering across your cunt, and you grabbed the desk tightly, nearly tearing it to shreds when he blew on the wetness he created. "I want you,” he finished, his voice filled with greed. “All of you. You got that?" The blowing made speaking difficult, but you forced a "Yes sir" from your lips."Good." In the blink of an eye, his tongue inserted itself inside your mouth, then flicked back out, leaving you panting and completely at his mercy, wanting more and more from him.

“Be mine,” he said, his voice full of yearning. His touch was urgent when he grabbed your thighs and pushed them open, wider. Like if he didn’t have you, all of you, it would be the end of him, so he slid off his shorts. He had the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen. It was thick and veiny, protruding from a mass of beautiful curls.

His guttural moan punched inside you, eliciting an echo from you. Attempting to take him on, your muscles strained with waves of ecstasy swirling around sparks of pain. His heart stopped roaring in his chest or his ears but instead, beating in the place between your legs. His hair flowed with his pounding rhythm. His hands dug into your hips as he rowed in and out of you. The sound of skin and bodies colliding was perhaps the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

He kept pounding, strong and hungrily, and when you felt him trembling, you worried that you couldn't wait any longer. Not with him filling you so completely and struggling to hold tight to his own self-control.

"Come," he said, his voice betraying his own nearness. "Come with me, mama." you released everything, and he felt your body contracting, holding onto him. He was coming too, you could tell from the way he held you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. you cried out his name, over and over, and he said yours. Both of you; together, lost and found in each other. A tear ran down your cheek, filled with greed and pleasure. “I’ll think about the contact… even if it hurts,” you pant, hardly getting your words out. He brings his finger up to wipe it, “dont worry mama, this is just the beginning,” he pants.

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[mrsfatu]

Literally crying a river

I’m HURTING RN.

Thank you Jimmy and Jey.

[mrsfatu]

(WWE SPOILERS) the usos losing their titles tonight makes me so scared to watch Roman’s match😭

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[mrsfatu]

YALL dominik mysterio’s entrance has me so weak rn I cannot😭😭✋🏼

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[mrsfatu]

My tribal daddy… I MEAN MY TRIBAL CHIEF

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[mrsfatu]

Even if it hurts (Part 1)

Read part 2 HERE

a/n: if you would want to be in the tag list for future parts, let me know

paring: roman reigns x fem!reader

summary: the head of the table (roman reigns) accepts you into his bloodline. He loses himself in the moment of intimacy.

warnings: language, oral fluids, kissing (detailed), emotion, MINORS DNI

word count: 1,578

The wet hair on your back and shoulders stuck to your shoulders as you applied mascara at your vanity. Your walk into the ring with Roman was almost upon you. Though you weren't walking into the ring for the first time, it was your first time walking beside him. 

In your vanity mirror, you glanced at the WWE women's championship belt. I’ve got this, you whispered to yourself. 

It was the future reaction you feared. If you joined Roman, you would be subject to his dominance, what the crowd would think of you, how he would treat you in front of more than 10 thousand spectators. Your hands began to sweat,

“Miss y/l/n, its time,” paul said from the other side of the door, not letting himself in. Rather than responding, you stared in the mirror as anxiety crept up your spine.

“Miss y/l/n! I’m going to let the Tribal Chief know you aren't ready,"Paul states. Still, you didn't answer, just panicking inside more and more as the rate of your heart sped up. 

Standing up and pacing backward and forward, you stopped in front of your championship belt. The anxiety was just beginning to overwhelm you, so you gripped your hand over it, closing your eyes and praying that it would go away soon. 

“There a problem?” you flinched at the voice of the man, Roman Reigns. While struggling to get your words out, you turned to face him, "I'm sorry, I'm just.." He took a step closer until he was completely inside your dressing room. After closing the door behind him, he snapped his head back to you. You expected him to yell at you for not following his orders.

“What's wrong?” he asked. Fear and tears crept up into your eyes as you attempted to speak, but nothing came out. 

Roman dropped his arms and walked up to you, caressing your cheek, “are you okay? Do we need to push back the promo for a bit-” you cut him off mid sentence, “no, no, i’m just… nervous,” you spoke, lowering your head. 

"Look at me, doll," he said with his index finger lifting your chin. "Why are you nervous?" he asked. It took you a moment to gather your thoughts before you were able to speak. "I'm going to walk beside you... what if everything doesn't go well? What if I fuck up? What if I don't fit in with your bloodline-" you ranted until he stopped you.

“You DO fit in. I don't want to hear that from you again, doll." He lowers his head until he is only a few inches away from you. "We need you.' You hear me? I need you." He releases your face, picking up your belt and walking behind you.

Your waist tensed up as you felt that he placed the belt onto you, strapping it on. “I got this,” you whispered to yourself. Your heart rate increased as you became more aware of his body pressing up against you behind, increasing your breathing and raising your heart rate. “That's right, you got this,” he whispers, brushing your hair away from your back with his left hand.

“breathe,” he whispered, “now acknowledge me and walk by my side tonight.” 

You turned around nodding your head in agreement, “okay, my tribal chief,” you stated. Roman took your hand and walked you out of your dressing room. 

Romans theme song played as you, Jimmy, jey and paul walked beside him. You threw on your most confident look. The crowd was going crazy as you all made your appearance. Halfway through the walkway, all of you stopped, as roman held out his hand to gesture paul to hand him his belt. 

You held yours in your hand, so did jey and jimmy, awaiting to hold it up on romans cue. As soon as you all held up your belts, roman turned his head to send you a small smirk, which calmed you in every way possible.

The promo went great. The both of you stood head to head in front of bailey and Finn Balor, ripping them apart with your meaningful words.

You made your way back to your dressing room, placing your belt onto the shelf with your door wide open. You pant around the room, not taking in what just happened. “I stood by roman tonight, oh my god… and they LOVED it,” you thought to yourself over and over. Of course you’ve always been slightly afraid of him, but the other half of you needed his presence to make you feel welcomed. 

You walked over to your mirror, changing into your robe with nothing underneath but your underwear. Your door opened, not thinking too much of it you said, “do you people not know how to knock nowadays? I mean jesus give me a break to cool down first,”

“That’ll be unnecessary,” you heard the deep voice of the male only 6 feet behind you. Without a doubt, you quickly turned around and ran up to him. Throwing your arms around his neck in joy, “we did it roman, we won them over,” you shouted in excitement.

Roman lightly pushes you off of him. You felt the embarrassment from your head to your toes, forgetting that you can't just jump onto him like that, “i- im sorry. I was just a bit too excited,” you said.

He looked down at you, watching your face and how embarrassed you were at the moment. He didn't push you off because of boundaries, it was because he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. But you didn't know that at all.

“Don't apologize, its okay. And you won them over, not me doll,” he stated with a soft grin. You were confused. How’s so dominant with everyone else except you. “Roman.. Can I ask you something?” you ask, not taking your eyes off of his. He reaches behind his head to release his ponytail. His wet and wavy hair dropped down onto his shoulders, “go on,” he spoke. Taking a huge gulp to your throat, you finally gained the confidence to ask, “how come you're so dominant with everyone… except me?” his gaze softened as the question sent a warm sense to his liking. 

“Because…” he says, not finishing the sentence as if he just couldn't if he wanted to. “Because?” you questioned, gesturing your hands, “because, you’ve got something in you that nobody else has,” he states, “you're like a baby snake in a crowd of mice, ready to grow and strike each and every one of them. I accepted you into the bloodline because you have potential. I wanna help you reach that full potential.” he admitted. 

None of it was a lie… but he wasn't telling the full truth. About how he likes the way your body moves in the ring, how your voice sends him overhills, and how beautiful and powerful you are. You could tell by his tone and dominance that he just wants to keep things professional, so you opened your mouth to speak your piece.

“Roman… I really do appreciate you. This opportunity will change my life, forever. I enjoy watching you in the ring, watching you win over and over. And honestly… I always wanted to be a part of you- I mean a part of your bloodline.” his eyes wander along your face, paying attention to every expression and gesture you make. His mind had completely wandered off as he stared directly at you,

“Roman? Are you listeni-” 

“Shit,” he cut you off by pulling you closer and slamming his lips onto yours, creating a moist friction between the two of you. He couldn’t hold back anymore. You sunk into his kiss, kissing him back hungrily as if you were all he wanted. As if trying to flatten and destroy your mouth. 

He hungrily pushed back, your mouth open, tongue pushing past your clenched teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against your soft cheeks as you gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping. you worked your mouth against his, your tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.You could taste the shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as you fumbled to taste one another.

Within seconds, his hand gestured underneath your robe, gipping your waist to keep you in. the kiss went on for 5 minutes until he pulled away into a realization. His eyes darted into yours, sending you a look of sadness as if he’s done something wrong.

He backs away as he shakes his head, “y/n… we can't do this…” he says as he turns his back and attempts to leave. Your heart stopped for a second, so confused on why he changed so quickly. “oh my.. Did he think i was a mistake?” you thought to yourself.

Walking towards him from behind, you grab his arm, “Roman…”

He gently pulls away from you, “we’ll see you friday, for the tag team match,” he said. His back was taut, it was like he was putting up a wall between you. Finally, he turns to face you, “i lost myself y/n, it wont happen again.” he states as he exits your dressing room.

You stood there in complete confusion. You heard the remorse in his words… loud and clear.

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