heavily inspired by @usosgetmewetter and 2020 jimmy uso.
summary - jimmy and his wife get into a petty argument after he accidentally ignores her calls. what starts over missed calls quickly spirals into the only way jimmy knows how to shut his wife up for longer than five minutes.
warnings - oral / female receiving, dom. jimmy, creampie, daddy kink, slight spanking?
**not proofread, i wanted to get this out asap lol**
serena sat at her vanity, aggressively taking her makeup off. she wasn’t usually this… hostile, but tonight she had every reason to be.
jimmy went out with his twin and cousin to celebrate their big return back to wwe tv — three hours ago. usually, that wouldn’t be an issue. she wasn’t the type of wife to track her husbands every move and check in on him every five minutes while he was out. she trusted him, but always made it known to at least update her every few hours.
and now it was reaching almost twelve thirty in the damn morning.
everytime serena called — straight to voicemail. when she texted? no reply. she was getting worried to say the least..
so when she got that ring doorbell notification and heard the front door opening? she felt some type of way. did she want to jump to conclusions this late? no…
“let me at least hear him out first…” serena sighed to herself, rolling her long bundles under her pink rollers.
maybe his phone had died, maybe he left it in the car, maybe he—
“babe!” jimmy called out from downstairs, obviously a bit tipsy. “you upstairs?”
“yes, jim!” serena called back, focusing on herself in the mirror.
jimmy made his way upstairs quickly, walking in the room and closing the door halfway. he tugged his hoodie off and threw it in the basket they kept inside of the closet — collapsing onto the bed with a plop.
he closed his eyes for a few moments, basking in the silence after a long ass night. but it was extremely quiet — too quiet. usually his wife would be all over him, asking him if he had fun, what he did.. all types of things. and now she was just.. silent.
“you okay baby?” jimmy asked as he sat up slightly, eyes peaking open to look at serena. “you tired? you hella quiet right now.”
serena stayed silent for a beat longer — gathering her thoughts. she didn’t wanna fight.. but she did want answers.
“you don’t see me doing somethin’?” she started before taking a deep breath, centering herself. “where you been all night, jon?”
jimmy looked at her, eyebrows furrowing. jon? what the hell did he do..
“i told you already rena. i went up to the bar wit jey and roman.. you good?”
serena stood from her vanity, smoothing down her silky rose gold robe as she walked toward the master rooms bathroom. “i’d be better if my husband actually picked up the phone and checked in at least once tonight.” she muttered, grabbing her toothbrush.
but jimmy heard what she said. of course he did.
and that ‘ hearing him out first ’ had went out of the window.
“uh…” jimmy scratched his head. “ian even know you called, baby. my bad.”
serena peaked her head around the corner, toothbrush barely even wet before she was on defense mode x10.
“your bad?” she scoffed rolling her eyes. “yeah it is your bad — you didn’t see me calling you like ten times!?”
“well if i did don’t you think i would’ve answered? cmon, mama don’t be like that..”
“well i am gonna be like that jon. i let you do whatever the hell you want when you want but you can’t even pick up the phone when i call.”
jimmy smacked his teeth. “i didn’t even see that you called!”
“and you didn’t think once, ‘let me call my wife and check in.’?” serena rolled her eyes — closing the bathroom door. “miss me with that bullshit my nigga.” she mumbled before brushing her teeth.
“man wha-” jimmy rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he laid back against the pillows. “her ass trippin’.”
serena finished brushing her teeth and walked back into the room — clearly irritated, on edge. maybe she was trippin’.. but he knew he was wrong too.
“i don’t know why yo ass up in here tryna mumble n’ shit,” serena said with a dry laugh following. “all i did was ask you a question.”
jimmy had his eyes closed, shaking his head again with a huff. “yeah, but you on one tonight bruh.”
“i’m on one? really?” she scoffed.
“yes serena, you are. acting like you don’t trust me and we been married for over five years now.”
serena crossed the room and got to her side of the bed, fixing the covers so she could lay down. “oh please, jimmy. maybe i wouldn’t be if my husband could just answer his phone.”
jimmy blinked his eyes open, arm draped over his head. “i said i didn’t see it. yo ass just being stubborn ‘cause you need to find a reason to be mad at a muhfucka. i ain’t did shit wrong serena.”
serena smacked her teeth — lying in bed and pulling the blankets over herself. “jonathan stop talking to me, deadass. i don’t wanna hear it.”
jimmy got out of bed, mumbling to himself as he took his black longe sleeve off. “always tryna find reasons to argue n’ shit.”
“nah jon if you got something to say just say it to me. don’t start acting like a pussy now.” serena said, suddenly wide awake as she sat up.
“a pussy?” jimmy laughed, suddenly pacing the room like people would see on tv. “you gon’ stop talking to me any type of way serena.”
“or what?” serena titled her head, pushing her husbands limits.
jimmy paused, just looking at her for a few seconds before suddenly chuckling, shaking his head for what seemed like the 100th time tonight.
“aight — i see what this is.”
serena raised a brow. “what the hell are you talking about?”
“you know exactly what i’m talking about. yo ass ain’t had no dick in a while now you acting a damn fool.”
serena tried to say something smart back — but she was stuck, that being what she least expected him to say.
“see? see that? yo ass ain’t got shit to say ‘cause you know it’s true.”
she didn’t even have time to finish her sentence before he was climbing on the bed and on top of her.
“naw baby. all you had to do is say you been missin’ me and we could’ve gotten you what you wanted sooner.” he said softly, kissing down her neck.
serena let out a low moan, trying to push him off even though she loved it. “jimmy i’m bein’ serious!”
“shhh. let me handle this. my baby need to be taken care of.”
jimmy’s hands slid down to her waist, mouth still working on the side of her neck. “what you got under this robe?”
jimmy chuckled, untying the knot in the front of her robe. “you quiet now, huh?”
serena’s robe fluttered down to her sides, revealing her bare body to her husband.
“damn…” he muttered as if he hadn’t seen her like this a thousand times before. “i don’t even know where to start first, mama.”
but.. he did. and they both knew that he did.
jimmy wasn’t good at the foreplay at all, when he wanted his wife he needed all of her immediately. and this situation was nothing different.
“let me see that pussy rena, cmon.” jimmy started lowly, looking down at her as she slowly spread her thighs apart. impatient like he always was; he did it for her.
he bit his lip, letting out a silent fuck. “you wet as hell baby.. shit. i needa taste of that.”
jimmy kissed down serena’s stomach, gripping her thighs and keeping them spread apart as he dipped lower. serena watched his every move, mouth falling open in anticipation.
his fingers slipped to her core, spreading her pussy lips. serena’s breath hitched as his fingers finally touched her. slow, deliberate circles — soft and shallow at first, then deeper, slicker, until she was gasping, nails digging into the bed.
jimmy watched every reaction like he was starving for it. “damn, girl… i ain’t even started yet.”
her hips rolled into his hand, and he leaned in, kissing the corner of her mouth as his fingers kept moving. then without warning, he pulled them out and brought them to his lips — tasting her.
serena moaned out loud. her thighs squeezed together.
“lay back,” he growled, pulling her down to the edge of the bed just enough so he could kneel in between her legs.
then he buried his face between them.
his tongue moved slow and confident, curling into her, then up against that spot that made her legs tremble. he didn’t let up. not once. even when her moans turned into pleas. even when her hips bucked off the bed. he held her there with his arm over her stomach, mouthing against her like he belonged there.
“ouuuu jimmy—” serena moaned out, thighs trembling.
he didn’t stop until she was gasping his name, one hand tangled in his freshly cut hair, the other gripping the edge of the bed for dear life.
when she finally came, her whole body arched. shook. fell apart beneath him.
jimmy climbed back up, his mouth shiny, that smug look back in his eyes. he kissed his wife again, making sure she could taste herself. then he sat back, pulling her into his lap.
“you don’t gotta do allat next time you need a nut, baby.” he whispered.
and when he sank into her — deep, slow, every inch stretching her open, serena’s head fell onto his shoulder.
nothing about it was rushed.
jimmy moved like he had forever.
like he was proving something.
her name kept falling off his lips like a spell.
and when she moaned out his?
he grabbed her hips and slammed up into her harder, growling low in her ear: “say that shit again.”
serena’s body rolled with his, both of them locked together in a rhythm that hadn’t missed a beat since the last time. every stroke from jimmy felt personal. his hands gripped her thighs, his mouth on her neck, his voice gravel and low in her ear.
“you feel that?” he breathed. “all you had to say you wanted baby.”
she could barely respond — barely think. her head dropped back, lips parted. moaning his name like a habit she couldn’t break.
her fingers clawed into his shoulder as he shifted her hips again, deeper this time, rougher.
“yeah.. you finna cum. i feel that shit baby.” he groaned, slapping her ass a few times as she took over — riding him messily.
serena still could barely form a damn thought. “i-im so sorry daddy..” she managed to spit out, hands on jimmy’s chest as she rode him sloppily.
“yeah? you sorry mama?” jimmy bit his lip, looking up at her. “look at me.” he grabbed her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. “tell daddy why you sorry..”
“jimmy..” serena whined — looking away but he made sure she looked at him again.
jimmy slapped her ass again, his other hand on her waist. “you said you sorry. tell daddy why you sorry baby.”
“f-for…” jimmy thrusted up. “shit- for having an attitude..”
he smirked, watching his wife tremble on top of him but still not faltering her pace. “yeah.. that’s what i thought. you gon cum on daddy dick?” he gripped her hips.
“come on then.. lemme feel it.”
serena came with a loud moan, her thighs shaking as she creamed all over jimmy’s dick. jimmy began thrusting up into her again, letting her ride out her orgasm — his building up quickly.
“fuck, rena. ima cum all in this pussy..”
and when he did? all you could hear was the sound of their moans mixing together. serena couldn’t take anymore as his hips stuttered.
the two of them laid like that for a while, catching their breath. his dick still buried deep inside of her.
serena poked her head up, meeting her husbands exhausted gaze. she grabbed him by his beard, kissing him slowly. “you know i ain’t done with you, right?”
jimmy laughed and shook his head. “you gon’ be the death of me, baby.”
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