"Call me that special name"
You and Jey fight alot, but there's one thing that keeps you both together.
The soft hum of the engine is all that you can hear throughout the car ride—the highway clear. Earlier today, you and Jey got into a huge argument about him being too full of himself and cocky—and now, you guys haven't talked since
The entire car ride was silent. You stared out of the window, your mind wandering to other places. Jey keeps one hand on the wheel, the other one sitting on his side, which is usually on your thighs—if not over your crotch. Neither of you wanted to acknowledge each other—you guys were still pissed despite the argument being an hour ago.
But Jey had a lot on his mind—way more than you can think of. Despite him still being pissed, and also the root of the argument, he still wanted to at least talk.
"Y/n." His voice was rough and stern, almost demanding.
You didn't respond, though, keeping your eyes out of the window.
He glanced over at you from the drivers side, his patience getting a little low.
"So, it's like that, ma?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Now, yes, he expected you to act a little stubborn—but full-blown blocking him out was the last thing he thought of. "You can't even acknowledge me?"
You groan under your breath, leaning up from the window, not looking over at Jey. "You know that I'm still mad at you."
Jey smacks his teeth. "Man, that argument was childish."
Your eyes widened. "Childish?"
"Yes, childish." He raises his voice slightly, trying to get his point across. "Okay, yes, I can get full of myself, but you like it—and if you didn't, you wouldn't be in this damn car."
"That wasn't my point, Jey."
You exhale deeply through your nostrils, beginning to get frustrated with this whole argument.
"Nothing, Jey." You shrugged. "Nothing."
"Exactly." Exactly? Can he not realize that you don't actually think that your point was nothing? It felt like talking to a brick wall with him—a thick one specifically. "Now, can you stop acting like you don't know me?"
"I don't..." You muttered lowly under your breath, your gaze focused on the window. Unfortunately for you, Jey heard her clearly, his grip on the wheel tightening.
"What did you say?" He asked, his eyes lingering on you longer for a moment, his eyes occasionally looking at the road.
"Nothing—" "NO, what did you say?" His voice got louder, stricter, scarier, whatever you want to call it, all enough to make you flinch. "Y/n... What came out of that mouth of yours?"
"I said nothing, Jey!" You yelled, snapping your head to him, looking at him for the first time out of the entire car ride. For a brief moment, the car went quiet. You can tell by the way Jey's jaw tightened and his gazing eyes that he was planning something—but the real question was—what? You took a deep breath, trying to cut the thick atmosphere.
"Jey..." No response. "Jey, I swear I didn't mean to yell." He didn't even attempt to open his mouth. "Jey, you can't ignore me!"
He nods to himself. "You're right..." He mutters lowly. "And I won't." He then turns sharply on the road, your hand immediately going to the handlebars. He swerved to the emergency lane, pulling over harshly. He shifted the gear engine to park before quickly unfastening his seatbelt and getting out of the car, leaving you there lost and confused.
"Jey, what the fuck?!" You cursed, watching him walk around the car to your side of the door. Before you could realize what he was doing, he swung your door open, unfastening your seatbelt aggresively.
"Jey—" He grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into a powerful kiss, forcing his tongue deep in your mouth. You let out a soft whimper against Jey's lips, your body going numb. This isn't what you wanted. You wanted Jey to realize that he's in the wrong for once. You didn't want to submit, but you eventually melted into the kiss.
His other hand caressed your hips, his hands going under your top, his hands remarkably close to your breast. Your nipples hardened visibly beneath your thin top as his hands roamed your sides.
When he felt your moan vibrate against his tongue, he lifted your nearest leg and put himself between you, pressing his hips instinctively, seeking more contact. His tongue danced over your teeth, soothing and exploring while his nails dug in your scalp.
You put a hand on his collarbone, feeling his hard muscles through his T-shirt. Despite this enjoyable sensation, you two were still on the highway—which means you were in public, so cars could see your whole scene. You parted your lips from his for a moment, a string of saliva hanging from lip to lip. You caught your breath for a moment.
"Jey," You breathed. "We're on a highway."
His hands moved to your waist, his hands moving up to cup your breast under your top.
He shrugs. "So?" He asks, his breathing ragged as his hands felt on your soft breast. "You smell so good, ma."
"You have a lot of points you can't back up."
You went quiet for a moment. He's right, unfortunately. You hated the things he did. He hated how he would talk to you. But you loved the way he would act sometimes.
Before you could attempt to speak, he threw his lips back into yours, forcing his tongue back into your mouth, his tongue flicking against yours. He pushed himself against you, deepening himself in the car as your back pressed against the center armrest. Your hands caressed his shoulders, feeling his tense muscles flex as he took deep breaths between kisses.
His fingers hooked the hem of your shirt as he then lifted it up to under your neck, exposing your breast peaking out of your bra. His hand firmly gripped your shirt to hold it in place as he swallowed your moans, his other hand drawn lazy patterns along your hips.
You melted into her touch, your hands roaming his chest and clinging to his shirt. The car felt too small, too hot, but you didn't want to stop for anything. You tilted your head, kissing him deeper, unable to get enough.
"Jey..." You breathed against his lips.
"Mmh?" Jey hummed against your lips, pulling you close enough that your chest touched his.
"We should stop," You whispered, even as your body pressed closer, betraying your words. You fingers curled into her shirt.
"I-I don't want to be this revealed on a highway." But you didn't move away. Instead, you nipped Jey's bottom lip, tugging it between your teeth.
Jey groaned low, his grip tightening on your waist as he pulled back just enough to look at you with hungry eyes.
"You're not stopping," He murmured, thumb brushing his bottom lip where your teeth had tugged.
"So neither am I." His lips then found your jaw, trailing hot kisses down your neck.
A shiver raced down your spine as Jey's lips traced your neck.
His hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts as he continued to trail kisses along your neck and collarbone. He nipped at your skin, marking you roughly.
You couldn't stop him—even if you wanted to, you just couldn't. He's so depraved for you—desperate at that. All you could do is let him mark your body, leaving trails on you to show that you're his.
He then slid under your rose-up shirt and yanked off your bra straps, his hands immediately going to your back to unhook your bra. With one swift motion, he yanked off your bra completely, tossing it anywhere—not caring if it landed in or out of the car.
His eyes roamed your perky breast as your nipples hardened from the sudden cool air. He was hungry—very hungry. All he wanted to eat was you.
His hands then came up to grope your breast harshly, causing you to whimper softly. His fingers would swirl and flick on your hard buds, all to just watch your shiver and quiver under him.
He was enjoying this—almost too much. This is why he loved to argue with you so much. It would always start off with you yelling and cursing him out—all to just end up right under him, moaning and begging for more.
He wanted to see more of your body—he was ready to see more of your body.
His hands slid down to your black skirt and lifted it up slowly, exposing your throbbing pussy.
He looked up at you confusingly. "Where are your panties?" He asks, his voice deep and rough—full of desire.
You tried to catch your breath, but all of the sudden moves and teasing have gotten you shaken up.
"Up your ass," You grunted, your voice deep with sarcasm. "Where the fuck do you think they are?"
Jey rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna fuck that damn attitude out of you, y/n"
You scoffed, not taking him seriously on his word. "Not on this highway."
His knuckles tightened on your skirt, his mind full of tempting thoughts. He smacked his teeth. "You think I won't?"
You shook your head no—challenging him.
He put one hand on your shaken clit as his other hand went to his belt, trying its best to unbuckle quickly. Your eyes widened immediately—is he really finna do this? Unfortunately for you, he absolutely was.
Once he finally got his belt loose, he unzipped his pants and pulled his boxers down enough for his dick to pop up.
He was hard—veiny and throbbing hard. You could tell he was like that for a while and he was waiting for a specific moment like this to happen.
Your eyes widened immediately, not believing the sight you were seeing. He was really ready to fuck you in the middle of the highway, not giving a single fuck about who drove by and might've seen yall.
You gulped. "Jey, are you crazy?"
He shook his head. "Maybe," he breathed. "But it's your damn fault if I am."
His thumb rubbed lightly on your soak entrance as he pushed his tip closer to it. He teased you for a moment, sliding his top up along your clit and right back down, causing your hips to shake uncontrollably.
You bit your lips—trying to hold back noises, but he'd constantly move himself around to the most sensitive part of your clit, making you occasionally let out an airy moan.
After he felt like you'd gotten wet enough, he then slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you cock your head back against the center armrest. One hand went up to your hips, positioning you still, as the other one cupped your breast.
He wanted you to feel all of him—not half, not a little, all of it.
Once he fully pushed himself inside of you, he wasted no time. He pulled his back before pounding right back into you, making your moans crack loudly.
Your adrenaline was running non-stop. The sensational feeling of releasing his pleasures in you while at the same time worrying if a car—even worse if a police car pulls over made your body feel weird. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't good either; you didn't want to stop.
He began to pound in and out of you with a cool pattern, making sure you felt every inch inside of you. Your stomach twisted and churned as you felt him pound in and out of you, your walls clamping around his dick. His nails dug into your breast as he used them as stress toys, caressing and groping them at the same time.
Your moans came out unwillingly now, your mouth gaping open on its own. It felt so good—you couldn't stop yourself. Your hand moved up swiftly to cover your mouth, pressing your palm deep against your lips to silence yourself.
Jey immediately didn't like this and swatted your hand off your mouth. You yelped. "Nah, don't try to be quiet now." He grunted as he picked up the pace on his rhythm. "You wanted to yell earlier—this is your chance to let it all out."
He moved both of his hands back down to your waist, gripping you tighter as he began to pound you relentlessly, driving you to the edge.
You could barely generate a response back, your mind going blank to the point where you could barely keep your eyes on him. Your vision blurred as you felt your stomach getting tighter every time Jey thrusted back in you—it was constant.
He had no intention of stopping, not until he got his full satisfaction.
He leaned his upper body deeper into the car, his face hovering over yours as he watched you fall apart. It was like a movie—he loved every last second of it. Seeing you fully fall into submission to him was art.
"You're getting tired, aren't you?" He cooed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
You shook your head no weakly. "Fuck... you..." You moaned helplessly, feeling your body tightening up.
He scoffed. "You 'bout to cum already?" he asked. "I'm ready to see you fully shake."
And indeed he was as he began to pound you relentlessly, picking his pace up and pushing his hips deeper against your aching clit.
You tried to bite your cheek or keep your lips shut, but you couldn't. Little did you know your orgasm was about to come way sooner than you thought.
His hand shot up and grabbed your neck, gripping it tight as he felt his body start to tense up also. You both were about to cum, but yours was obviously stronger.
Your mouth made an 'o' sound; it was clear your orgasm was right around the corner. Your body began to seize as your orgasm shook your body—but that didn't stop Jey.
He continued to pound you at the same pace, disregarding the fact that you were already going through aftershocks. Your hand slowly moved up to his chest, tapping against his tense muscles.
"Jey, what the fuck?!" You yelped, opening your eyes weakly to see his. You could tell by the look he had that he was close too, but you could also tell that he had no intention of stopping.
Wet sounds echoed throughout your guys' area—the only sound other than your shaking moans.
Jey panted, "I'm not gonna stop until you call me what I like." Is he serious? You knew what that was, but you didn't want to do it—your pride was still strong.
"Jey, I'm not playing with you." You grumbled, your voice croaky.
"And I'm not either," He responded immediately, as he then suddenly pulled out of you. You thought he was done—but he wasn't.
He pulled your hips more out of the car and flipped you on your stomach, the top of your head tapping the center armrest. He slapped his cock against your crack as he then pushed right back in you, making you moan.
This was one of your favorite positions; it always made you cum fast. It felt great—magical at that—but damn, of course he'd pull that out now.
He continued his original pace, pounding you relentlessly until you surrendered fully—exactly how he wanted you to.
"Come on, ma," He groaned, his hands gripping your hips tighter so that he could pound harder. "All you gotta do is call me that special word, and I'll let your pussy go." He breathes. "Unless you want me to make you cum a second time."
He punctuated every last word with another harsh thrust before leaning back just to see your ass shake each time he pounded you. You looked so beautiful to him, he couldn't help himself. And not only that, you felt too good.
But despite all of that, you weren't going to let him win easily—or more so, you were trying not to. He made you feel too good; you felt your stomach start to swirl and tighten again.
It was clear a second wave of pleasure was about to hit you, and Jey knew it.
He picked up his pace just a little more, pushing himself deeper between your cheeks.
All you could hear was the sound of your ass clapping against his crotch and the sounds of your airy moans. You couldn't stop yourself—it was impossible.
He grunted. "Come on, ma." He gritted his teeth. "Call me those words, now!" She demanded, giving a sharp slap across your ass.
Your legs shivered as you began to grow weaker by the second.
"Nah, bitch, that's not my name." He gave another sharp slap across your other cheek, making you yelp loudly.
"Say the name you call me every time you're horny, then I'll decide if I'm done with you." Another slap went across your ass, this time it was way harder.
His words repeated in your brain—it's clear what he wants; it's your choice to give it to him.
"J-Jey—Daddy—Fuck!" You stammered, not even able to think straight because of his relentless pounding. It was brutal.
Jey was getting very close, but he didn't want to stop until you said his name properly.
"Come on, ma," He cooed. "Say it fully, now!" That last slap on the ass made you give in completely.
"Fuck—Daddy, just cum in me already!" You shrieked, your muscles tensing up. Your orgasm arrived, right on time to tie with his.
Your thighs shook as you cum against his hard cock as he slowly came in your pussy. Despite yours, you felt every last drop of his hot liquid inside of you. He froze, his fingers digging in your hips as he let himself finish inside of you, his mind going blank.
You both stood there for a moment, your heavy breathing tying with each other's. You guys were lost in a trance—not thinking, not speaking, just two partners enjoying their orgasms.
Before Jey could say anything, he heard a car honk. Fuck—he forgot they're on the highway. He looked down at your shaking ass as he slowly pulled himself out of you, his cocked coated in your liquids.
He stroked himself a little bit more before putting his softened cock right back in his boxers, zipping his pants back up.
You heard him changing and decided to pull your skirt down a little as you got back in the car slowly, shutting the door in his face.
He chuckled a bit—he knew it wouldn't be like you if you didn't do something stubborn like that.
He walked back around the car to the driver's side, getting in the car and putting his seatbelt on.
He glanced at you, seeing your disheveled state. Your frizzy hair, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and most of all, your shaking lower body.
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, knowing he made you like that all by himself.
"Did you like it?" He asked, pride deep in his voice.
You turned over at him slowly, your eyes heavy-lidded. "Just shut up and drive." You groaned, sick and tired of him.
He put his hands up in surrender. "Whatever you say, ma."
He pushed the gearshift to driving and pulled out of his little parked spot, merging himself on the slightly empty highway.
Throughout the rest of the car ride it was quiet—only because both of you guys left off some heavy steam.
HIIIIIIIII, so yes that was my Jey Uso fanfic. Soo, since I love Jey so much I will maybe make a fanfic of him (which will be x reader and maybe x black oc) on ao3 which will just be a toxic and sexual relationship like this here. But before I will do that I will be posting a Rhiyo slowburn either next week or the week after so stay tuned!
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