Author's Note: Heeyy Babies, sorry it's been a little while for me to post these one-shots. 😮💨 Now, that I have some down time, expect them to be posted through out the week. (Yall are about to be FED!)
Also... Happy Black History month! 💪🏽 😜
I hope yall enjoy this one.
It's definitely inspired by our Ucey Jucey winning the Royal Rumble this past Saturday. I'm so happy for him, my heart is so full for him! He deserves EVERYTHING this year. 🥹
Congratulations Baby! 🤙🏽🧡
Warning: Definitely has Smut...
For the 18+ crew.... Minors DNI!
The energy in Lucas Oil Stadium was unreal. Over 70,000 fans packed the arena, the low hum of anticipation thick in the air. The countdown timer flashed on massive LED screens, ramping up the electricity in the building. The Royal Rumble was always a night of unpredictability, but backstage?
The real action was already bubbling.
And it wasn’t even about the upcoming matches.
It was about an old video, a stale-ass clip from 2023 resurfacing like it had any weight in 2025.
Jey and Jaida Parker laughing together in a behind-the-scenes interview, standing a little too close for internet detectives. That’s all it took for Twitter to explode with speculation. Wrestling blogs ran with it, fans debated it, and somehow, your name got dragged in too.
But you weren’t sweating it.
Jaida, on the other hand? She was feeling bold tonight.
Backstage Before the Rumble Match
You sat on a steel chair in the women’s locker room, rolling your shoulders as the sound of the crowd buzzed faintly through the walls. Your black and gold gear hugged your curves perfectly, sleek but strong, reflecting exactly how you felt tonight—unshakable.
Across the room, Trin was taping her wrists, smirking at her reflection in the mirror. Bianca was next to her, stretching out.
“GIRL,” Trin called, shooting you a knowing glance. “You seen Jaida mean-mugging you all night?”
You sighed, tying your boots tighter. “I’ve felt her staring. She must think I got eyes in the back of my head the way she’s been watching me.”
Bianca chuckled, shaking her head. “The internet got her feelin’ some type of way, huh?”
Before Trin could respond, the locker room door swung open.
And speak of the devil—Jaida walked right in.
Her long, braids fell over her shoulders as she scanned the room, but her attention landed on you. She crossed her arms, making no effort to hide her irritation.
Trin shifted on the bench, but she didn’t say a word. She was watching, waiting.
Jaida tilted her head. “You real quiet tonight.”
You exhaled through your nose, already bored. “Because I’m focused.”
Jaida scoffed. “Oh, so that’s what we’re calling it?”
You turned fully to face her. “What else would we call it?”
Jaida huffed, stepping closer. “You acting like people ain’t been talking. Like you don’t see the shit online.”
You met her gaze, unfazed. “I see it. I just don’t care.”
Her lips pressed together, jaw tightening. “You sure? ‘Cause it seem like you should.”
Trin let out a low “mmm.” Bianca smirked but kept stretching, letting you handle it.
You stood, adjusting your wrist tape. “Let me make this real clear, Jaida. I’m not insecure. I know exactly who I’m with. So whatever fantasy you and the internet cooked up? That’s your problem, not mine.”
Jaida blinked, her nostrils flaring slightly.
You leaned in just a fraction. “You wanna settle this? Do it in the ring.”
Jaida opened her mouth, but before she could get another word out, a stagehand popped his head in.
“Ladies, you’re up in five.”
You didn’t wait for a response. You just grabbed your jacket and walked out, smirking as you felt Jaida’s glare on your back.
The moment your theme music hit, the crowd exploded. The bass vibrated through your chest as you sprinted down the ramp, sliding into the ring with precision.
Bodies flew. Elbows landed. Chaos unfolded.
Then, the countdown began again.
She stormed down the ramp, fire in her eyes, her focus solely on you.
You grinned, rolling your shoulders. “Oh, you really wanna do this?”
Jaida wasted no time throwing the first shot—a stiff forearm. But you dodged, countering with one of your own, sending her stumbling back. The two of you went at it, trading shots, the crowd eating it up.
Across the ring, Trin and Bianca were keeping Damage CTRL in check, but your fight with Jaida was stealing the moment.
Then, your opportunity came.
Jaida lunged. You sidestepped, hooked her waist, and with a perfectly timed lift—
Yeeted her ass right over the top rope.
You gripped the ropes, leaning over slightly with a smug grin. And then, for the extra petty touch—
You threw up Jey’s “Yeet” hands at her.
Trin, who was still in the ring, doubled over laughing. “Ooh, you petty petty!”
Jaida smacked the barricade in rage before storming up the ramp, and you knew this was about to blow up online.
Backstage After the Match
The second you walked through the curtain, you heard it.
“You think that shit was funny?”
You turned, wiping sweat from your forehead.
Jaida was right there, arms crossed, eyes blazing with anger.
You smirked. “I thought it was hilarious.”
Jaida stepped forward, and just as you squared up, Jey’s arm slid around your waist.
“Yo, what the hell goin’ on?” Jey asked, voice smooth but firm.
Jaida’s gaze flickered between the two of you. Her lips parted like she had something to say, but she hesitated.
Jon walked up next, arms crossed. “Ain’t nothin’ goin’ on. Right, Jaida?”
Jaida sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes. “Whatever.”
She turned on her heel and stormed off.
Trin shook her head. “She big mad.”
Jey sighed, rubbing his beard before looking down at you. “You always gotta be petty, huh?”
You smirked, stealing his water bottle. “She started it.”
Jon snickered. “And you finished it.”
Later That Night – The Men’s Rumble Match
Jey put on a clinic in the Men’s Rumble match.
He lasted 36 minutes, eliminating top names left and right.
The final moment? Him versus John Cena.
Cena went for an Attitude Adjustment on the side of the ring— Jey slipped out, then took the opportunity to push Cena off.
Jey Uso won the 2025 Royal Rumble.
You watched with Jon, Jacob and Trin as he celebrated around the ring. Until he made his way up the ramp, and behind the wall where the gueirlla was. He was instantly met with Jon hugging him and dapping him up.
Trin recorded the whole exchange, including when Jacob gave him his red Lei. After hugging Jacob, he walked over to you.
His arms wrapped around your waist, sweaty and shaking from adrenaline, but his grip was tight, secure.
“You did it,” you whispered against his ear.
Jey grinned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yeah, baby.”
Jon and Trin weren’t far behind, Jon clapping his brother on the back. “Yeet, boy! That’s how you do it!”
Trin hugged you before turning to Jey. “Bro, you ate that. Damn near had me tearing up.”
Jey laughed, still holding you close. His breath was warm against your skin when he muttered, “You proud, baby?”
You smirked, eyes gleaming. “Hell yeah. You know I love a man who wins.”
Jey tilted his head, looking down at you with that cocky little grin. “You tryna celebrate me, huh?”
You traced a finger down his chest. “Of course.”
He chuckled, then pulled back slightly, giving you a knowing look. “Oh, and about that lil’ Yeet moment earlier…”
You batted your lashes. “What about it?”
Jey shook his head, smiling. “You petty as hell.”
You grinned. “And you love it.”
Jey just kissed you like he had nothing left to prove.
After Jey’s post–match interview, Jon and Jacob decided to celebrate in style.
After the high of the Royal Rumble, everyone was ready to celebrate. The bass of the music thumped through the walls, vibrating through your chest as the DJ spun a mix of hip-hop, R&B, and island vibes. The air was thick with the scent of liquor, perfume, and just the slightest hint of hookah smoke.
You were glowing, feeling yourself in a sleek, body-hugging black dress that had Jey’s eyes on you allnight. The way his hand barely left your waist, how he kept whispering in your ear between drinks—you knew what was on his mind.
And you were more than happy to tease him.
Jon, Trin, Bianca, Montez, Jacob, Nia, and even Natalya were all here, filling up your VIP section with laughter and shots.
“A toast!” Montez called, raising his glass. “To my boy Jey, the 2025 Royal Rumble winner! Main event ‘Mania, baaabyyy!”
Everyone cheered, glasses clinking. Jey smirked as he took a sip of his drink, his other hand firmly planted on your hip.
“You still proud of me, baby?” he murmured, lips brushing against your ear.
You turned to him, eyes playful. “Of course, bae. Always.”
Jey grinned, licking his lips. “Mm. Then why don’t you show me?”
The DJ switched it up—Afrobeats mixed with twerk anthems—and that was your cue.
You wasted no time sliding off Jey’s lap and stepping in between his legs, knowing damn well he was watching. The music pulsed through your veins, and you let it take over, rolling your hips to the beat, hands on your knees, ass bouncing in perfect rhythm.
You were throwing ass on your man like he had just won the Super Bowl.
His strong hands gripped your waist, holding you steady as you moved against him, hips rolling, body fluid with the beat. The way his breath hitched didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the way his grip tightened, fingers flexing as he watched you in pure admiration.
“Damn, baby,” Jey murmured low in your ear, his voice sending a shiver up your spine. “You celebratin’ me like this, we might not even make it back to the room.”
You smirked, pressing back against him. “That a problem?”
Jey just exhaled, shaking his head. “Not at all.”
He immediately bit his lip as his hands still on your hips, guiding you, enjoying the way your body melted into his. He kept his grip firm, keeping you close, eyes low and possessive.
“Yeeeeah, she wild,” Jacob laughed, sipping his drink.
Trin snorted. “That’s just how she is.”
Jon shook his head, chuckling. “Boy, you better grab your girl before she start a whole damn show, and someone start throwing twenties.”
Trin laughed, leaning into Bianca. “She gon’ make him forget they even in public.”
Jacob chuckled from his seat, raising his drink. “Nah, let her rock.”
Jey smirked, but he wasn’t about to stop you. He loved this shit.
But just as you were about to turn up even more, you felt eyes on you.
Across the club, Jaida was mugging.
She was posted up with a few NXT girls, swirling her drink, lips pursed. She hadn’t stopped glaring since y’all walked in, and you could feel the weight of her stare on your back.
You turned slightly, making sure she was still looking—then slowed your movements, giving Jey an extra deep roll, just to piss her off.
Jey, clueless to the pettiness, was just enjoying himself, gripping your waist tighter, his lips brushing your ear. “You tryna get me in trouble, huh?”
You smirked. “Just having fun. Just for you, baby.”
Meanwhile, the fans in the club had caught on.
Tweets were flying like clock work.
@UsosYeet4Life 😭😂
Yo, I swear Y/N is petty as hell. She LOCKED EYES with Jaida while slow whinin’ on Jey… like, mama was sending a direct message. 💀💀🔁 5.6K Retweets 💬 3.2K Comments ❤️ 14K Likes
@TribalYeet
Bro, Jey was eating that UP. Man had BOTH hands full of Y/N like he was claiming his prize 😭🔥. Meanwhile, Jaida over there sipping her drink like it’s gonna take away her pain.
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@WrestleGossipDaily 👀
Someone please check on Jaida. Sis been mean-mugging all night while Y/N living her best life with Jey. 👀 #RoyalRumbleWeekend
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@AcknowledgeHer 🍷💃🏾
Me watching Reader twerk on Jey like she tryna send Jaida into early retirement:
📸 GIF
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@BaddieSlamz 💅🏽
LMAO Y/N threw it back on Jey, then turned to Jaida like: 👀 “You watching? Take notes.” 💀 Sis really won twice tonight. #MessyNights
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@WrestlingReactions 🤯🔥
This club got more drama than RAW and Smackdown combined. 😂😂 I need a FULL recap of Jaida vs. Y/N cause this is the REAL Royal Rumble.
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But after a few songs, you were too lit, the liquor coursing through your veins making you even more playful.
Trin waved you over, grinning. “C’mon, sis!”
Nia was next to her, laughing. “Let’s show these men how it’s done!”
You grabbed Trin’s hand, pulling her to the center of the dance floor. The DJ switched to something sultry, bass-heavy, and you and Trin instantly started moving in sync—hips rolling, hands tracing each other’s curves like y’all had been choreographed.
Nia hyped y’all up, moving right along with you.
Jon, seeing how close you and Trin were dancing, shook his head and elbowed Jey. “Bro, get your girl. She all over my wife again.”
Jey laughed, rubbing his beard, watching you cut up with Trin. “Man… you know that’s her wife when she drunk, uce.”
Jon sighed dramatically. “This is why I can’t take y’all nowhere.”
Jacob took a sip of his drink, amused. “Ain’t no stoppin’ them.”
Meanwhile, Jaida was still watching, her expression twisting even more.
Tonight was a win all around.
You were still in your element, dancing with Trin like y’all were at some girls' trip in Tulum. Hands on thighs, hips moving in sync—just showing out for no reason.
Jon, still shook, ran a hand down his face. “Man… she mine, not yours.”
Trin, catching the joke, turned to him with a playful smirk. “You sure?”
The table erupted into laughter, Montez nearly choking on his drink.
Jey? Completely unbothered.
He was leaned back, his thick arms resting on the back of the booth, watching you with that look—the one that said,
That’s mine, and she know it.
But even though you were having fun, you weren’t stupid.
@TrinHive
BAYYBEEE, NOT JON TELLING JEY TO “COME GET HIS GIRL” BECAUSE Y/N WAS ALL OVER TRIN 😭😭😭.
📹 (Attached: Video of [Y/N] playfully dancing with Trin while Jey watches, shaking his head with a smirk.)
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@RealWrestleNews
Yeah… Jaida’s downfall is being documented LIVE tonight. Fans already roasting her in the comments.
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📝 Top Comments:
🔥 “She should’ve sat there and ate her food.”
🔥 “Not her getting eliminated TWICE in one night.”
🔥 “She came looking for drama and left with a free trip back home.”
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@TheYeetCrew
Not Y/N throwing up the "Yeet" hands after she eliminated Jaida AND THEN doing it again on the dance floor💀💀💀 She is so unserious I love her #MessyBoots #RoyalRumbleAfterParty
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You smirked, tossing your long curls over your shoulder.
Since she wanna be a fan so bad…
You turned to Trin, who was already on the same page.
“Let’s really piss her off,” you whispered in her ear.
And with that, you spun around, backing up against Trin, body rolling slow, both of you laughing like y’all were having the time of your lives.
Jon, watching all of this unfold, shook his head and turned to Jey. “Bro… go get yo’ girl.”
Jey, sipping his drink, shrugged. “She just havin’ fun, uce.”
Jon side-eyed him. “Nah, ‘cause that’s my wife she grinding on, and you actin’ too chill about it.”
Jey smirked, finally standing up. He tugged his shirt down, adjusting his cuban before stepping onto the dance floor.
You were mid-body roll when you felt big hands wrap around your waist.
A familiar gravelly voice murmured in your ear.
“Aight, bae. That’s enough. You makin’ Twin salty as hell.”
You laughed, leaning into his touch. Turning your head slightly, you peered up at Jey with a playful gleam in your eye. "Oh, so now you wanna step in? I was just gettin’ started."
His grip on your waist tightened just enough to make it clear he wasn’t playing. "Yeah, and Jon lookin’ like he two seconds from throwin’ a tantrum. You done caused enough chaos tonight." His lips brushed close to your ear as he spoke, his voice low and teasing.
Trin winked at you as she stepped back, hands up in mock surrender. "I’ll leave y’all to it then. Don’t steal her too long though. She still owes me another round.”
Jey chuckled, shaking his head as Trin sauntered away, leaving you pressed against him. He turned you around to face him, that boyish grin playing on his lips. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something else there too—pride.
“You done showin’ out, or you wanna keep makin’ everybody mad tonight?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement.
You tilted your head, giving him a sweet smile that didn’t fool him for a second. “Depends. You gone stop me?”
Jey let out a low chuckle and pulled you closer, his hands firm on your hips as he swayed with you to the rhythm of the music. "You know I ain't the type to stop you," he said, his voice dropping into that soft drawl that always sent a shiver down your spine. "But I might just have to remind everybody who you really belong to."
A shiver ran down your spine.
Jon groaned behind them. “Man, please not in front of me.” Trin, laughing, nudged him. “Shut up. Let them be cute.”
While you were lost in your moment with Jey, you barely noticed Jaida getting bold.
Apparently, watching you dance on Jey and Trin had finally made her snap.
Because suddenly, she was moving through the crowd, beelining toward the VIP section, face tight with irritation.
You saw Bianca and Trin exchange glances, readyfor whatever was about to pop off.
Jacob, already peeping the energy, sipped out of his cup.
Jon sighed, muttering, “Man… not tonight.”
He turned his head, caught sight of Jaida storming over, and stepped right in front of you, blocking her path with his broad ass chest.
His voice dropped into something calm but dangerous.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Jaida came to a screeching halt in front of Jey, her face twisted in frustration.
"Really, Josh?" she spat, arms crossed. "This what we doin’ now?"
Jey exhaled slowly through his nose, his jaw clenching. He kept his stance relaxed, but there was an edge to his voice when he responded.
"Nah," he said, shaking his head. "This what you doin’."
Jaida scoffed. “Oh, so now I’m the problem?”
She pointed past him—right at you. “She the one actin’ extra all night, throwing ass like she got something to prove—”
Jey cut her off instantly.
"Don't speak on my lady."
Jaida froze, blinking like she hadn’t expected him to shut that down so quick.
"You mad over some old-ass video from almost two years ago?" he asked, tilting his head. "That’s how much space I take up in yo’ head?"
Jaida's lips parted slightly, but nothing came out.
Jey huffed a laugh, shaking his head again. "That’s sad as hell."
She swallowed hard, trying to hold her composure. "Josh, come on…"
"You think I give a damn what people online say? I’m out here winnin’, I’m out here with my woman, and you out here lookin’ pressed."
Jey took a step forward, forcing her to step back. His voice dropped even lower.
"You ain't got nothing to do with me no more, Jaida," he said, his words slow and deliberate. "Ain't had nothing to do with me for a long time. So get that through yo' head… and keep it pushin’."
The club wasn’t even that loud anymore.
It was like the music had faded, the energy shifted. People were watching, some even recording.
Jaida stood there, looking like she just got punched in the gut.
Her lips trembled slightly, but she refused to let tears fall.
Jaida, too humiliated to stay, finally turned on her heel and stormed out, her heels clicking against the marble floors.
And just like that, it was over.
You stood there, arms crossed, watching Jey with so much pride in your eyes.
The way he handled that? Firm. Unbothered. So Final.
You bit your lip, your heart was racing, heat curling low in your stomach as you took in the way he stood, his muscles flexing underneath that fitted black tee, veins prominent along his tattooed forearms.
He looked so damn good putting her in her place, you damn near lost all self-control.
Jey let out a sigh, rolling his shoulders, before turning back to you.
He smirked when he saw the look in your eyes.
“Oh, you like that, huh?”
You didn't even try to deny it. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, tugging him toward the back of the club. “Boy, if you don’t come on—”
But Jey chuckled, stopping in his tracks. "Nah, nah," he murmured, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
His voice was low, teasing as he leaned in, his warm breath fanning against your skin.
"Let’s go back to the hotel," he murmured, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just below your ear.
His lips lingered, sending a shiver down your spine.
@RumbleDramaAlert
I ain’t never seen a woman stand on business like Y/N just did tonight! First, she YEETED Jaida out the Rumble. Then, she YEETED her in the club. THEN, Jey YEETED Jaida’s delulu ass about them having something.
🔗 Attached Video: The moment Jey shut Jaida down completely backstage, followed by Reader smirking in the background like a satisfied villain.
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@WrestlingGossipQueen
Jon: fake upset about Y/N and Trin dancing
Y/N & Trin: not giving a damn and dancing even harder
Jey: shaking his head but watching closely
Jaida: mugging from across the club
YEAH THIS NIGHT IS MESSY AND I LOVE IT. 😭🔥
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@WrestleGossipDaily 👀
Jon yelling “Y’ALL A LITTLE TOO CLOSE!” while Y/N and Trin grinding on each other is the funniest thing I’ve seen tonight. 😭😭 He hating from outside the club and he IN IT.
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@ItzTrinTime 🤣🔥
LMAO WHY JON JUST LOOKED AT JOSH & SAID, “Go get yo girl, man. She wildin.” 💀💀😂 Meanwhile, Jey LOWKEY LOVING seeing Reader having fun. #ClubChronicles
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You grabbed his hand, tugging him close, so your lips brushed against his ear. “Let’s say goodbye,” you whispered, voice thick with heat, “so we can get the fuck outta here.”
Jey chuckled lowly, pressing a lingering kiss on your exposed neck, letting his lips trail down just enough to make you shudder before pulling away.
He turned to the crew, lifting two fingers in a lazy salute.
“Aight, y’all,” he said, grinning, “we catchin’ up with y’all later.”
Jon, who had been watching everything, just shook his head with a knowing smirk.
Trin sipped her drink, side-eyeing y’all with a smirk. “Mmm-hmm. Bye.”
Jacob barked out a laugh, nudging Montez. “Man, you already know what’s up.”
The whole damn crew knew.
And they let y’all go without question.
The Uber Black had barely pulled off before Jey’s hands were on you.
You were pressed against the cool leather seat, his large palms gripping your thighs as he pulled you onto his lap. His lips crashed into yours, hot and desperate, his tongue slipping past your lips like he couldn’t wait another second to taste you.
You moaned softly against his mouth, fingers tangled in his thick curls, tugging just enough to make him groan.
His hands explored, squeezing the soft curve of your ass, sliding up your dress, fingertips grazing the hem of your panties.
“You been testin’ me all night,” he growled against your lips, his deepvoice vibrating through your chest.
You smiled against his mouth, rolling your hips over him, feeling how hard he already was through his jeans.
“And what you gone do about it?” you taunted, licking your lips.
Jey exhaled sharply, his grip tightening, his forehead pressing against yours.
“Keep playing and you gon’ find out,” he muttered.
The Uber driver cleared his throat.
Y’all had damn near forgotten y’all weren’t alone.
Jey let out a deep laugh, one that rumbled in his chest, but he didn’t let you go.
You bit your lip, running your nails down his chest. “We almost there?” you asked breathlessly.
Jey pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen.
Your eyes flickered to his lips. “That’s too long.”
Jey exhaled, his grip tightening on your thighs.
“Girl, you gon’ get us banned from Uber.”
The second the Uber pulled up to the hotel, y’all damn near fell out the car. Jey threw a couple bills at the driver for the inconvenience (and lowkey for the way the man kept looking in the rearview like he was about to charge extra).
You grabbed Jey’s hand, tugging him toward the entrance like you had somewhere to be—because you did.
He chuckled behind you, letting you lead, but you could feel the heat of his gaze on your back, on the way your hips swayed in your dress.
“Damn, ma,” he muttered. “Where the fire at?”
You threw a smirk over your shoulder, eyes low, body still humming from how he handled shit back at the club.
That was all he needed to hear.
Y’all didn’t make it past the elevator doors before he had you pinned against the wall.
His hands slid over your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, pushing your dress up slightly. You gasped when his lips found your neck, leaving slow, wet kisses that had your knees weak as hell.
The elevator dinged, doors opening. Y’all barely stepped out before Jey scooped you up over his shoulder, walking y’all down the hall with zero hesitation.
“Josh!” you giggled, half flailing, half loving it.
He smacked your ass, making you yelp. “Keep playin’.”
When he reached the room, he damn near kicked the door open, stepping inside before slamming it behind him.
That’s when shit got real.
Jey let you down from his shoulder then pinned you against the door, his eyes dark, his breathing ragged as his hands roamed your curves, taking his damn time like he was memorizing you.
You bit your lip, fingers working to lift his shirt, sliding up his toned body then over his head.
His warm, calloused hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him.
“You proud of me, huh?” he murmured, brushing his lips over your jaw.
You exhaled shakily, your hands roaming over his chest, nails dragging lightly.
“Hell yeah,” you whispered. “You shut that shit down.”
Jey smirked. “That turn you on?”
You looked up at him through your lashes, trailing your nails down to his waistband.
Jey exhaled through his nose, chuckling lowly.
Jey’s smirk deepened, his hands firm on your waist as he turned, leading you backward toward the bed.
Every slow, measured step sent electricity dancing across your skin. Your heart pounded, your breath already coming quicker, but Jey? Unbothered. Confident. Taking his damn time.
He could feel it, the way your body responded to him, the way you clung to him like you needed him closer.
Jey’s large hands gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you with ease as he brought you down onto the mattress. The moment your back hit the sheets, he was on you, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel the solid weight of him, the heat, the want.
“You love this, don’t you?” he muttered against your neck, lips hot and demanding as he trailed kisses down your skin.
You exhaled sharply, fingers threading through his thick, dark curls, giving them a slight tug.
Jey sat up slightly, eyes dragging over you like he was taking a mental picture, memorizing every curve, every expression.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and full of something dangerous. “Damn near beggin’.”
Your stomach fluttered. “Who beggin’?”
He raised a brow, gripping your chin gently between his fingers, making you look up at him.
Your body shivered, and Jey smirked again, relishing in the effect he had on you.
“That’s my job, ain’t it?”
And before you could even think of a response, he made damn sure you wouldn’t be able to talk at all.
Jey’s lips on your skin were like a branding iron, leaving his mark on you with every touch. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.
He paused at the dip of your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark that would no doubt last for days. His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding their way to the straps of your dress.
“Off,” he murmured against your skin.
You nodded frantically, your hands already working to push the straps down your shoulders. Jey’s fingers helped, his lips never leaving your skin as he rolled the dress down your body, tossing it to the side without a care.
You were left in nothing but your bra and panties, exposed to him in a way that made your heart race.
Jey’s dark eyes roamed over you, and you felt every inch of your body flush under his intense gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” he muttered, leaning down to trace the outline of your bra with his lips. Your back arched off the bed instinctively as his tongue flicked over the fabric, teasing you.
“Jey…” you moaned, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
He pulled back slightly, smirking up at you. “What you want?”
You could barely form words at this point, mind foggy with desire. All you knew was that you needed more of him.
“You,” you managed to say, voice breathy.
He chuckled lowly. “That’s my girl.”
Without another word, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and yanked them down roughly, leaving you completely exposed to him. His hands gripped your thighs firmly as he settled between them, his warm breath fanning over your core.
You couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips as Jey’s tongue darted out, trailing light circles around your clit. Your hips rolled instinctively against him, craving more friction.
Jey’s hands tightened on your thighs as he continued to tease you with his tongue, making sure not to give too much too soon.
And before you could even think of a response, he made damn sure you wouldn’t be able to talk at all.
His mouth closed around your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue just right. Your entire body tensed at once as a wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Your fingers threaded through Jey’s hair desperately as he continued to work on you until every muscle in your body was tense and trembling from the force of your orgasm.
As you came down from your high, Jey sat back on his heels,
his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction. He pulled off his shirt and pushed down his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.
“My turn,” you said, as you sat up, pulling Jey towards you by his boxers. His lips crashed against yours, hungry and desperate as you switched the dynamic. Taking control.
Tonight was about him. He won the biggest tonight, and you wanted to show him just how proud you was.
And for a moment, a idea popped up into your head.
Gently pulling back from the kiss, “Where’s your phone?”
Jey looked slightly confused but reached for his phone on the nightstand. You took it from him, quickly opening the camera.
Rolling over so that you were straddling him, you flipped the camera so it was recording him. You handed him the phone, so the camera was pointing to you.
You smirked at him, “Lay back,” you instructed, as you climbed down and positioned yourself between his legs. “Relax baby, I got you tonight,” you whispered before leaning in to place a kiss on his abdomen.
Jey’s eyes widened in realization as he caught on to your plan. He leaned back against the pillows, his dark gaze never leaving your form as you lowered your head towards his boxers.
With a playful smile, you slowly pulled down his boxers and freed his hard member. Jey let out a low groan at the feeling of your hand wrapped around him.
Using one hand to hold onto Jey's length, you brought your other hand up to the camera and winked before licking a long stripe up Jey’s shaft. His fingers tightened in your hair as he let out another groan.
You continued to tease him with slow and deliberate licks as Jey watched intently through the camera lens. His hips bucked up instinctively, seeking more friction from your mouth.
But you were in control tonight and weren’t going to give in that easily.
You moved back slightly and looked into the camera with a mischievous glint in your eye. “Are you enjoying this baby?”
Jey nodded mutely before letting out a frustrated grunt when you removed your hand completely.
“Good,” you purred before taking him fully into your mouth. You could feel Jey’s grip tighten in your hair as he began thrusting into your mouth with more urgency.
Your hand moved to fondle his balls, eliciting a moan from him.
You continued to expertly use your mouth and hands to bring him closer to the edge.
As you felt him getting closer, you pulled back and looked up at him through hooded eyes. “Not yet baby,” you said with a sly smile.
Jey groaned in frustration and looked down at you with pleading eyes. But you simply shook your head and leaned back, slowly climbing up his body, and turning around so you were in the reverse cowgirl position. Straddling his hips, hovering yourself over him again.
Looking over your shoulder, back at him with a smirk. His brown eyes met yours, “You might wanna make sure you capture every moment baby.”
Jey's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles blanching as he tried to steady the camera while his chest rose and fell with anticipation. His dark gaze raked over your body, taking in every curve and arch of your back as you teased him mercilessly.
“Damn, girl,” he muttered, his voice gravelly, the tension in his tone making your smirk widen. “You tryna kill me tonight?”
You chuckled softly, reaching down to brush your fingertips along his thigh. “Nah, baby,” you drawled in that light voice that you knew that always drove him crazy. “Just want you to remember this night forever.”
Planting your hands on his knees for balance, you slowly lowered yourself down onto him, savoring the way he filled you completely. A shaky groan escaped from both of you in unison, the intensity of the moment sparking a fire deep in your core.
Jey’s other hand found its way to your hip, his fingers digging in as he guided your movements—though it was clear you still held the reins. You began to move slowly at first, rolling your hips in a rhythm that drove him wild.
You arched your back for effect, giving him an even better view as you glanced over your shoulder again, catching the way his jaw tensed and his grip on the phone momentarily faltered.
“Keep it steady now,” you teased with a wink. “Don’t want to miss any of this, do we?”
“Hell nah,” Jey growled lowly, biting down on his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back his moans. But the way you were moving on him, the sensations building in his body, made it nearly impossible for him to stay quiet.
His eyes were glued to the sight of you riding him, your hips swaying and grinding against his with increasing fervor. The way your ass rippled as you changed your tempo, bouncing up and down on him with a controlled intensity, had him gripping the sheets with his free hand while the phone wavered slightly, his focus divided between capturing the moment and trying not to lose himself completely.
Jey’s hand traveled up your back, his fingers trailing along your spine before coming back down to grip your left ass cheek, before slapping it just for the camera to catch it.
“Damn girl… you tryna make me lose my mind,” he rasped between heavy breaths, his voice thick with desire. The raw hunger in his tone made your heart race as you threw your head back, letting him hear the soft moans that spilled freely from your lips.
“Good,” you managed to say, your words broken by the rhythm of your movements. “You deserve it, baby… tonight’s all about y-you.”
He continued to watch as your ass ricocheted off his hips, skin still rippling like water as you were now gripping his lower legs, trying to keep your balance.
He could feel the tension building in his body, his release approaching faster than he expected. But he didn’t want it to end just yet. He wanted to savor every moment of this pleasure, every sensation that was coursing through his body.
“Bae, I’m close,” he gasped out, his eyes still glued to you as your movements became more frenzied. You smirked, as you let go of his legs. Slightly turning your head to look over your shoulder at him, “Then cum for me, daddy.”
With those words, Jey lost all control. His hand trembled as he angled the phone to catch his release and yours. His hot seed filling you completely as you continued to slowly move on top of him.
Your walls clenched around him, milking every last drop from him as you rode out your own orgasm.
You slightly leaned forward so that he slipped out of you, and he caught his seed dripping out of you on camera before gripping your ass.
Jey's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his hand finally lowering the phone as he stopped recording. You slowly turned around to face him, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips as you took in his flushed face and glazed eyes.
"Damn, baby," he murmured, reaching out to pull you close. "That was..."
"Mmm," you hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "You like your little souvenir?"
Jey chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Like it? Shit, I'm gonna have to keep that under lock and key. Can't have nobody accidentally seein' that masterpiece."
You laughed, nuzzling into his neck. "Good. That's for your eyes only."
He tilted your chin up, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, filled with adoration. "You really know how to make a man feel special, huh?"
"Only you," you whispered, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "Tonight was all about celebrating you, baby. You deserve it."
Jey's arms tightened around you, pulling you flush against his chest. "I love yo ass, you know that?"
Your heart swelled at his words. "I love you too, Josh. So much."
You both lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, basking in the after glow. You chuckled, biting your lip, watching him struggle to recover. “Wore your ass out, huh?”
Jey side-eyed you, lazily smirking, but you could see it—he was done.
“You wild as hell,” he muttered, shaking his head.
You grinned, stretching out lazily, feeling the soreness creeping in. “I mean… it was a big night. Had to make sure you’d remember it forever.”
Jey let out a deep groan, running a hand over his face. “Shiiid, I ain’t ever forgettin’ this.”
His free hand reached for his phone that was now on the nightstand, unlocking it and swiping to the fresh video y’all had just made.
The moment it started playing, Jey let out a low whistle, licking his lips, his eyes glued to the screen.
“Damn, ma,” he muttered, shifting slightly as he watched the explicit moment unfold. “You really let me record that?”
You chuckled, pressing your lips against his damp shoulder, your body still tangled with his.
“Only ‘cause you won tonight. Consider it a gift.”
Jey smirked, dragging his fingers down your bare thigh that laid over his waist before glancing at you.
“This gon’ be my favorite win of all time, then.”
Before either of you could get too lost watching yourselves again, Jey’s phone vibrated violently in his hand, the notification lighting up the screen.
Your phone, still somewhere tangled in the sheets, started buzzing too.
Jey tapped one of the notifications to reveal the group chat going crazy.
Trin: Hello?? Y’all dead???🫣
Jon: Y’all good? Twin, you aight?👀
Bianca: Jey, you good?? You took too many hits tonight???
Montez: If they not answerin’, we already know why. 👀
Jacob: Ain’t no way my boy still functioning after the way they dragged each other out the damn club.
Nia: Y/N must’ve really put that THANG on him.🫢
Jey groaned, laughing as he dragged a hand down his face, while you grabbed your phone, typing back real quick.
You: Mind ya business. He good. 😏
Nia: LMAOOO, nah, girl. If he still breathing, tell him to send a “YEET” in the chat.
Jey sighed, amused but tired, before finally sending:
Jon: Yeah, that boy was STRUGGLING. 😂
You chuckled, rolling on top of him again, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Well, since they already think I broke you…” you murmured.
Jey’s eyes darkened, a slow smirk forming.
“Oh, you tryna go again?”
You bit your lip, feeling bold.
“I mean… it is the biggest night of your life.”
Jey groaned, flipping you over.
The next morning, you woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains, your body deliciously sore. Jey's arm was draped over your waist, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. You smiled, snuggling deeper into his embrace.
The events of last night came flooding back - the Royal Rumble, the club, the... celebration afterwards. A flush crept up your cheeks as you remembered just how thoroughly you'd shown Jey your appreciation.
Your phone buzzed on the nightstand. Carefully extricating yourself from Jey's arms, you reached for it, squinting at the bright screen.
Trin: Girl, you alive? 👀 We got brunch in an hour, remember?
You groaned softly.
Right.
The post-Rumble brunch. It was tradition - all the Bloodline and their partners getting together the morning after a big event. Usually, you looked forward to it, but right now, the thought of leaving this warm bed seemed impossible.
You: Yea, we'll be there. Might be a little late tho 😅
Trin's response was immediate:
Trin: Mhmm, I bet. Tell Josh to get his ass up and put some ice on it 😂💀
You snorted, shaking your head. Before you could reply, Jey stirred behind you, his arm tightening around your waist as he nuzzled into your neck.
"Mornin', baby," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. "What time is it?"
You turned in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. "Almost 11. We got brunch with the family in an hour."
Jey groaned, burying his face in your hair. "Do we have to?"
You chuckled, running your fingers through his messy curls. "Unfortunately, yes. It's tradition, remember?"
He sighed dramatically, pulling back to look at you with sleepy eyes. "Can't we just stay here? I'm still recoverin' from last night."
A smirk played on your lips as you traced a finger down his chest. "Oh? Did I wear you out that bad?"
Jey's eyes darkened slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Nah, baby. You know it takes more than that to keep me down."
His hand slid down your back, pulling you flush against him. You could feel him hardening against your thigh, and your breath hitched.
"Josh," you warned, even as your body responded to his touch. "We really don't have time..."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "We got an hour, right? I can work with that."
You bit your lip, torn between responsibility and desire. Jey's hand was already sliding down your stomach, his fingers teasing your exposed skin of your hip.
"Fifteen minutes," you breathed, your resolve crumbling. "Then we really gotta get ready."
Jey's grin widened. "Challenge accepted."
His lips crashed into yours as he rolled on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. Your hands roamed over his broad tatted back, nails scratching lightly as he ground his hips against yours.
"Damn, girl," he muttered against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses. "You still feel so good."
You arched into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as his hand slipped between your bodies. His fingers found your center, already slick with arousal.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "All ready wet for me."
You didn't have time for his teasing. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him closer, feeling the hard length of him pressing against you.
"Josh," you whimpered. "Please."
He didn't need any more encouragement. In one smooth motion, he pushed inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation.
Jey set a quick pace, his hips snapping against yours with urgency. You met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving together in perfect sync.
"Fuck," he groaned, his forehead pressing against yours. "Always so tight for me, mama."
His words only fueled the fire burning within you, your walls tightening around him as you approached your climax.
"H–Harder," you moaned, wrapping your legs tighter around him.
You could feel yourself getting close, that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Jey must have sensed it too, because his hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles.
"That's it," he murmured against your ear. "Cum for me, ma."
His words combined with the increased stimulation sent you over the edge. You cried out, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Jey followed soon after, burying his face in your neck as he reached his own release.
You clung to each other as you rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Panting heavily, Jey collapsed on top of you, peppering kisses along your collarbone.
"We gotta hurry up," he said after a few moments. "I don't wanna have to rush this shower."
You chuckled breathlessly and helped him roll off of you. As much as you wanted to stay wrapped up in each other's arms all day, reality was calling and brunch with the family awaited.
But for now, as water cascaded down over the two of you in the shower, there was nothing but love and passion between two people who cared so much about each other, no matter how and who was bitter over us.
Here’s some more tweets about the Royal rumble and Club scene from the night before (especially with Jon reacting to reader dancing with Trin):
@WrestleDramaUpdates
Y'all... the tea is SCALDING this morning. 🫖☕️ Apparently Jaida tried to confront Jey & Y/N at the afterparty last night and got SHUT DOWN. We're talking public humiliation level. 😳
🔁 15.2K Retweets 💬 8.7K Comments ❤️ 29.3K Likes
@RumbleRecap2025
Jey Uso winning the Rumble wasn't even the biggest W of the night. Man walked out with Y/N on his arm while Jaida was left looking pressed AF. That's a clean sweep if I've ever seen one. 👑
🔁 12.9K Retweets 💬 6.2K Comments ❤️ 22.1K Likes
@WrestlingGossipQueen
The way Y/N was throwing it back on Jey ALL NIGHT while making direct eye contact with Jaida... that's not petty, that's NUCLEAR. 💣💥 I aspire to that level of unbothered. #YeetQueen🙌🏽
🔁 9.7K Retweets 💬 4.5K Comments ❤️ 18.6K Likes
@UsosCrew4Life
Jey really hit the trifecta last night:
2.Shut down Jaida's drama
3. Left with Y/N looking like a whole meal 🔥
Man's living his best life and we love to see it. 👏🏽
🔁 18.3K Retweets 💬 7.9K Comments ❤️ 31.2K Likes
@WrestleFanGirl98
The way Jey looked at Y/N all night... that man is IN LOVE love. Sorry Jaida, but you never stood a chance. 😍💕
🔁 6.8K Retweets 💬 3.2K Comments ❤️ 14.5K Likes
@RumbleTea2025
Jaida really thought she was gonna start some drama and ended up getting eliminated TWICE in one night. First from the Rumble, then from Jey's life. Rough. 💀
🔁 11.2K Retweets 💬 5.7K Comments ❤️ 20.9K Likes
@WrestlingGossipQueen
Not Jon looking like a disapproving dad while Y/N and Trin were cutting UP on the dance floor. Meanwhile Jey was just vibing, proud af of his girl. We stan an unbothered king 👑
🔁 8.3K Retweets 💬 5.1K Comments ❤️ 20.7K Likes
@YeetGang4Life
Yo, the way Jey stepped in front of Y/N when Jaida came at her... that man said "NOT TODAY" 😤💯 Protect your queen, King! 👑🤙🏽
🔁 9.8K Retweets 💬 5.2K Comments ❤️ 19.3K Likes
@UsoCrazyFan
The Uso Twins last night as Y/N and Trin danced with each other:
Jon: "Go get yo girl, man. She wildin."
Jey: *sips drink* "Nah, she good."
The duality of the twins got me WEAK 💀💀
🔁 5.9K Retweets 💬 2.8K Comments ❤️ 14.2K Likes
@wwetea
Jey watching Y/N dance with Trin: 😎🍹
Jon watching Trin dance with Y/N: 😳😤🤯😒
The difference is SENDING ME 😂😂
🔁 6.7K Retweets 💬 3.5K Comments ❤️ 16.9K Likes
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