HES SO CUTE AND SEXY OMGGG😩😩😩 if yall couldn’t tell, he’s been hitting SO HARD for me recently. i think it’s because of wrestlemania coming up😛my baby better beat that bobblehead ass gunther. and roman finally finna clock back in YAYAYAYAYAYA
Author's note: If you don't like toxicity or Toxic Jey in general, please do not read this,😮💨
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The moment you opened the door, his hand was already around your throat.
“Say that shit again,” Josh growled, backing you against the wall so hard your picture frame rattled. “Say you don’t need me. Say it with yo’ fuckin’ chest.”
You couldn’t.
Not with the heat of him on you, not with the air barely trickling through his grip. His gold grill flashed as his lips curled into something between a smirk and a snarl. He wore that damn black hoodie, sweatpants low on his hips, tribal ink peeking from beneath the cotton. That tapered mullet was still damp from the rain, curls hanging wild and dangerous around his face. His eyes? Bloodshot. Jaw tight.
Possessive.
Unhinged.
And hard.
“You got one more time to play with me, baby,” he whispered against your mouth, that deep-ass voice like a slow rumble of thunder. “Out here postin’ like you single. Like this dick don’t got your name on it.”
“You wasn’t answering—” you tried to snap back, but he yanked your head back by the curls and cut you off with a nasty, punishing kiss. Tongue and teeth and heat.
The kind of kiss that said shut the fuck up and take what’s yours.
He spun you around, one hand pushing between your shoulder blades until you were bent over the couch armrest. Your little shorts were already riding up—he just yanked them down with one hand, slapped your ass with the other.
SMACK.
“Damn…” he hissed, running his palm over your ass with that hooded stare. “Still fuckin’ soft. Fuckin’ mine.”
You felt him spit on it. Then you felt the head of his dick drag over your folds—slow. Teasing. Already leaking.
“You wet for me already? After all that tough talk?” he cooed darkly.
Then he sank into you.
Slow. Deep. Relentless.
Your body tried to adjust, but he wasn’t having that. He held your hips in place like he was tryna mold them. His strokes weren’t sweet—nah, these were strokes with intent. With punishment.
“Arch that shit,” he grunted. “There you go. Let me see how much you can take.”
You moaned. Then screamed. He loved that shit.
“Louder,” he growled, reaching up to yank your hair again. “I want the whole fuckin’ building to know who makin’ you moan like this.”
And when you couldn’t speak? He laughed. That low, evil little chuckle in your ear. He was soaked in sweat now, chains clinking softly as he picked up the pace.
“You so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he breathed, biting your shoulder. “So fuckin’ dumb for this dick. You mine, you hear me?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Say it like you mean it, mama.”
“I’m yours,” you choked, trembling under him.
“Nah,” he slammed into you harder. “Say that shit wit’ yo fuckin’ soul.”
“I’m yours!”
He pulled out suddenly, turned you over like a ragdoll, and dropped to his knees between your thighs.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, voice softer now. “Lemme taste that attitude off you.”
And taste?
He devoured.
Thick tongue flicking fast over your clit while his thick fingers curled up inside you like he knew every nerve. Like your body was his personal map. Your thighs locked around his head, and he loved that—grinding his face deeper, holding you still as your moans turned to sobs.
When you came, he licked you through it, mumbling praises against your core.
“Nah, don’t run, bae,” he growled when you twitched. “You wanna act up? Take all of it.”
But you weren’t done.
You pulled him up by the collar and dropped to your knees.
He let you.
“Go ‘head then,” he said, breathless, voice raspy. “Show me how mad you really is then.”
You spit on it. Locked eyes. Took him deep. Then deeper.
Jey’s whole body shook.
“Fuuuuck,” he hissed, jaw hanging open, eyes rolling back as you gagged around him. “Goddamn, girl… you tryna make me nut already?”
You just kept going. Tears down your cheeks, jaw aching, tongue working overtime while your fingers massaged his balls. He was twitching in your throat, holding your head steady with both hands.
“Nasty ass mouth… I fuckin’ love yo ass,” he breathed, just before he pulled out and shoved you back onto the couch.
“I’m not done with you.”
He climbed on top again. His body hot and heavy over yours, tattooed chest slick with sweat. His eyes locked on yours as he slid back inside like he belonged there.
“You gon’ remember who you belong to every fuckin’ time you sit down after this.”
And he was right.
He put your knees to your chest and fucked you until you forgot your own damn name. The sound of skin slapping, his chains swinging, the way he whispered your name like a threat—it was too much.
When he came, it was deep. With a growl. Burying himself inside you with everything he had.
And then again, twenty minutes later.
And again after that.
His grip on your thighs tightened—bruising, possessive, like he was holding on for dear life. You couldn’t move even if you tried. He had you folded in half, his thick frame draped over you, glistening with sweat, chains swinging low and heavy across your chest with every stroke.
“Look at me,” he panted, voice guttural, damn near animalistic.
Your eyes fluttered open just in time to see him watching you—brows furrowed, lips parted, gold flashing between his teeth. His strokes slowed, got deeper. His hips rolled with so much control it made your breath catch.
“I said look at me, baby,” he growled again, and the second your eyes met his—
He snapped.
“Fuck…”
His hips jerked.
Once.
Twice.
Then he froze.
And that’s when you felt it.
That first, hot, pulse of his release. The way his cock twitched deep inside you—thick, throbbing—before warmth spilled into your womb like molten honey. Slow. Relentless. Never-ending.
“Shiiit…” he gritted through his teeth, burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck, I’m bustin’…”
You gasped, nails clawing at his back, trying to breathe through it.
You could feel everything.
Each slow throb. Each spurt. The way your walls clenched instinctively, milking him for every last drop. The fullness. The stretch. The pressure.
And he loved it.
“Take that nut,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Mmm. That’s mine.”
He didn’t pull out. Not even after.
He stayed there, still pulsing, still hard. Watching your face, your chest, your trembling thighs. Watching the way you whimpered when he shifted just slightly—like the warmth leaking into you was too much to handle.
“I done filled that pussy up, huh?” he smirked, cock still twitching inside you. “Can feel it comin’ out already…”
He slowly pulled back, and you both groaned at the same time.
Because that mess?
That thick creamy, sticky, dripping mess?
It was filthy.
A string of it clung to his dick as he pulled out fully, thick and white and wet between you.
He spread your legs wider and just stared at it—watching his cum slowly ooze out of your pulsing pussy like syrup.
“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, low and raw. “You see this shit? See how deep I was? Look at how you keepin’ it in, baby…”
He used two fingers to collect some of the mess leaking out, pushing it right back inside.
“Don’t waste it, ma.”
Then he kissed your thigh. Then your stomach. Then up to your chest, laying between your legs like a man who’d just found his religion.
You were still shaking.
Still twitching.
Still leaking.
And Jey?
He looked damn near proud.
“You ain’t goin’ nowhere after that. Matter fact…”
He flipped you over again, rubbing his tip between your slick folds—already hard again.
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