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drunkinyourbenz · 3 months ago

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୨ৎ i sleep so i can see you. b.e

୨ৎ billie eilish x fem!reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff and a hint of angst but MOSTLY fluff

୨ৎ content: implied homophobic family but they're not in this. this is honestly one of my favourite things i've ever written, they're so soft (and also at the beach I LOVE THE BEACH). swimming. just read and find out im giggling while i type thisssssss

୨ৎ note: MAJORLY based off sailor song by gigi perez <3 also heavily based off true blue by boygenius feeling very lesbian today.

୨ৎ wc: 2.6k

you and billie loved each other so truly, so deeply. you were two halves of a whole and you fell together perfectly. if soulmates existed, that was what you were. the connection between the two of you was electric and heartfelt and you could never wish for anything more. it made sense—very few things in your life had made sense until you met billie, and then everything seemed to click into place.

the sole problem was the world you lived in. the cruel, cruel world. you had accepted that you liked women long ago, and although it was hard with the family you had, you knew very well that you couldn't change a thing. it didn't help that you got the same homophobia from others everywhere you went. you couldn't escape it, no matter how hard you tried.

when the two of you came out as a couple, there was a lot of support, but there were also the repulsed reactions of others—it reminded you a little too much of your parents, exactly what you’d tried so desperately to escape from. it was strange, being gay, after being raised to believe it was deeply wrong. you were making it through, though. with billie by your side, perhaps you could make it through anything.

you were currently on tour with billie, and you had a few days between shows. so, the two of you naturally found your way out to the beach, where your heart felt at home.

it was a small, secluded little cove you'd found, the tree coverage sheltering the two of you from any unwanted attention. it was peaceful, as the two of you sat together, the waves lapping at your feet. one of your hands was intertwined with billie's, and the other was fiddling with some dainty seashells. your heart felt at peace, here with her.

your nails were painted a pale yellow, which she had picked out for you, and hers were painted a light summery green. that had been one of your pastimes in the hotel room, painting each others nails. billie adored doing anything like that for you, be it skincare, nails, makeup, you name it. she just loved taking care of you.

your head rested on her shoulder as the two of you sat by the water, the peaceful sounds of the waves gently lapping healing your heart.

the sun was just beginning to set over the water, painting a soft golden glow over the bay, and you have a small picnic basket of food to eat. these kind of dates, where it's just the two of you—where you’re normal people away from the view of the world… these were your favourites. it was healing in a way nothing else ever could be.

billie’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against her side. she watched you as the setting sunlight gave your skin a warm glow, highlighting your features. the way the orange light played over your skin felt somewhat like a song to billie—a song she could write, perhaps one that you’d hear coming softly from her guitar in a week or two, a voice note to be recorded. a voice note that could be released, or could just stay as your song. the two of you had a lot of those.

leaning down, billie pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, before resting her chin on your shoulder. “beautiful,” her voice came as a soft murmur, as if she were scared of disrupting the peace the two of you had created so perfectly.

“you are,” you whispered back, pulling your eyes from the gently lapping tide to look into her eyes.

billie’s lips curled up, “i mean the sunset.”

your lips twisted upwards into a smile, and you hummed, “sure, love.” leaning in, you pressed a kiss to her lips, revelling in the way she leaned in as you pulled away, chasing your lips.

the smile on billie’s lips was permanent, a feature you felt so blessed to see as often as you did, “both you and the sunset are beautiful,” billie hummed again, not hiding the way she was still leaned in slightly, gaze drifting between your eyes and lips, “is that better?”

you laughed softly, “ much better.”

for what felt like hours—and possibly was, time had no meaning with her—the two of you just sat together, your head rested on her shoulder while you ate bits of food from the picnic you’d packed. after a while, she pulled you to your feet, hand reaching for your waist to steady you when you stumbled slightly on the rocks. she gestured towards the water with a grin, “wanna swim?”

“obviously,” you hummed in response, pulling your top over your head and hanging it over a low branch. both of you stripped down to your bikinis, billie grabbing your arm before you headed towards the water, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

the two of you stepped into the water, and you tensed slightly at the cold, hand snaking down to squeeze billie’s as you shivered slightly. she laughed at your reaction, but you could see the way she practically recoiled from the cold, stiffening up and tugging you closer. the two of you waded in ever so slowly, feeling like you were making progress, but in reality it had taken you five minutes for the water to reach your mid thighs.

billie’s hand let go of your own, and you barely had time to glance back at her in confusion before she’d pushed you forward into the water. you fell backwards, the water muffling the laughter you would have heard leaving her lips, the coldness enveloping you. a few seconds later, you’d resurfaced, water dripping down your skin, the remaining glow of the sunset illuminating your skin—and you saw the way billie faltered, that lovesick look in her eyes that you were so familiar with.

you took her pause to your advantage, reaching forward, hand closing around her wrist and pulling her into the water after you. her hands grasped for you as she plunged into the water, and she gasped when she rose again. she ran her hands through her hair that was dripping with water, attempting to tame it slightly, but to no avail.

“bitch,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words. lifting her hands, she splashed water towards your face, drawing giggles from you. you took in the way her dark hair looked sticking to her skin, the way the water dripped down her skin.

shivering slightly, billie whined, “i’m coooold.” tugging you towards her again, she wrapped her arms around you, clinging to you as she buried her head into the crook of your neck.

she stays like that for a long moment, just nuzzled into you, before her hands travelled down your waist to your hips. her thumbs moved in soft circles, the repetitive touches soothing you slightly. your arms moved, draping over her shoulder as you stepped the two of you backwards, deeper into the water.

the two of you stayed like that for a moment, before billie spoke softly, “baby?”

“hmm?”

“does it bother you? the things people say, i mean.”

you looked at her, thinking for a brief moment. “i mean, sometimes. a lot less than it used to.” pausing, your eyes travelled to the the last remains of the sunset before you continued, “i don’t think it matters when i’m with you. like, the happiness cancels out everything else.”

you saw the way her eyes lit up at those words, they way her whole body seemed to relax, “yeah,” she murmured. “yeah, same.”

billie gently lifted her head up so her chin was resting on your shoulder, and she nuzzled her face into your neck. the water was starting to grow colder, a soft bite to the chill of the cold night air, and billie let out an involuntary shiver.

“cold?” you whispered, hands moving to her arms, rhythmically moving up and down to warm her up slightly, feeling the muscles of her biceps under your touch.

“yeah.” billie sighed, “don’t wanna go in though. i like it here, with you. i don’t feel like i’m billie eilish with you, just bils.”

your lips twitched up, the same smile that had lit up her face earlier, “you’re always just bils with me, you never have to worry about that.” your gaze moved up to the sky, where the sunset had fully disappeared, replaced with the darkening blue sky. “it’s late, though. we should head back soon, we can cuddle.”

billie smiled softly, “can we come back here?”

“of course.”

the coldness of the night was more obvious once you were out of the water, and you shiver, reaching for a towel, passing a towel to billie as well. the two of you started to dry yourselves off in a gentle silence, the chill of the air becoming more apparent with each second that passed. billie glanced over at you as she put her towel in the bag, pulling on her jeans and hoodie over the bikini, and she took a second to appraise you as you dried yourself, her eyes roaming over your body in the dim moonlight.

your eyes flickered up, catching the lovestruck way she stared at you and feeling your lips twitch up into a grin—someone loving you as much as billie did was a blessing, truly.

“see something you like?”

“obviously.”

still grinning, you pulled on your jeans and another one of billie’s hoodies, grabbing your bag in one hand and her hand in the other, “let's get back to the car, i’m freezing my tits off.”

billie giggled, letting you pull her back up the winding, tree-covered path to the car, the flashlight on her phone lighting the way. you got to her sleek black car, opening the passenger door and slipping into the seat, instantly turning on the heater.

turning on the playlist that you and billie shared, the drive passed fast, with the music you knew and loved, billie’s hand on your thigh for most of the drive. soon enough, you pulled into the place where you were staying, which was just the tour bus for the night because it was a short overnight stop before you kept driving.

the two of you were still holding hands as you entered. finneas, maggie, and patrick all look up when the door opens, maggie and patrick together on the couch and finneas in the kitchen area. billie’s family adored you. truly, they all knew that there had never been anyone better for their daughter, and you were a part of the family.

"where'd you two disappear off to? we all got a little worried when you suddenly took off." maggie spoke, her warm smile on her face.

ÿou smiled softly, "we went down to a little cove by the beach, had a picnic. fucking freezing."

patrick let out a laugh, "ah, to be young and in love."

finneas turned around fully, leaning on the kitchen counter, “you guys make me want to throw up.”

scoffing, you spoke. “please, you can't talk. have you seen you and claudia?"

finneas rolled his eyes, “i hate you—” he didn’t hate you, of course. he adored you. he knew you made his sister happier than anyone else ever could, and that was more than enough for him. “i’m going to bed, y'all are annoying.”

it didn’t take long for the two of you to also head to bed—a small room at the back of the tour bus, which only really had a bed and some storage, but you and billie had made it feel cozy and as homey as you could. photos stuck up on the walls, fairy lights, the one potted plant that could survive the travel.

clothes shed to the floor—her eyes lingering on your body in a way that was simply appreciative, perhaps adoring. the two of you had your fair share of sexual intimacy, but tonight was not one of those nights. the two of you peeled off your slightly damp clothes, billie unable to stop her smile at the sight of you pulling on one of her oversized t-shirts.

before you knew it, the two of you were curled up under the blankets, limbs intertwined and her head resting on your chest, your fingers brushing through her hair soothingly. breathing synced, eyes shut, the two of you just lay together. you would be forever grateful that this was how all your nights ended, tangled up under the sheets with the girl you loved more than anything in the world.

nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, billie’s lips gently brushed the skin of your collarbone where the t-shirt had slipped down ever so slightly. you breathed softly, not opening your eyes when you spoke.

“I wanna marry you one day,” your voice was barely audible—tentative, but not scared.

not missing a beat, billie hummed in sleepy agreement, while her lips curled into a smile against your skin. “mhm, one day you’re gonna be my wife.”

and just like you’d said you would, the two of you had returned to that cove.

around a year later, once you’d been home in los angeles for a few months, you’d suggested a holiday. a getaway from all the work things billie had going on, some time for just the two of you. billie had instantly brought up returning to new zealand, where the cove from that blissful evening a year ago had been.

so soon enough, the two of you had made your way there. new zealand was refreshing, in a way. it was as if billie wasn’t a celebrity, people would stare in awe for a second, perhaps approach her once, but then they’d move on with their days. it was the contrast you needed when you lived in los angeles, where billie only had to walk down a street with shark for two minutes to have the paparazzi in her face.

a year after that swim, a moment that you felt had been one of your favourites of your entire relationship with her. a year after those sleepy words, a year since the idea was seriously planted in billie’s head. a year later, the same cove, another sunset, another simple picnic.

it was straight out of a movie, the soft breeze, the painted sky, the image of the two of you sitting there together, your head resting on her shoulder.

it was like billie had planned it all out, the way you reached into the picnic basket for another piece of fruit, only for your hand to fall on a small box. you faltered slightly, pulling your hand from the basket and looking at the box in your hand for a long moment.

“open it.” billie’s gentle voice broke the silence.

and so you did. in the box sat a ring—a ring you could’ve sworn you’d mentioned to your best friend before. it wasn’t too extravagant, too flashy, it wasn’t a statement. it was just a gorgeous ring, one that you stared at in a trance for a long moment.

when you looked up, billie’s eyes were fixed on you. she had a slightly nervous look about her, and was fiddling with her hair, lips pursed slightly. still, she was smiling. a soft, small smile, eyes glued to you as she watched every single reaction you had to unboxing the ring she didn’t speak yet, letting you process the sight of the ring on your own. you could practically see the way her heart was racing, the way she was hoping with every fiber of her being that you'd say yes.

“will you–”

she didn’t need to finish her sentence, you already knew your answer, a smile lighting up your features as you stared at her for a second. you almost felt as though you were about to cry, and you reached out to take her hand that had been fidgeting with her hair.

“yeah. yeah, i will.”

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piastris-pastries · 4 months ago

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my love, all mine

a little fluffy blurb as a late birthday present for my darling love @hugleclerc <3 love you gigi <3

warning you now that there are a few changes in the lore and history surrounding charles and max's relationship in this.

pairing; charles leclerc x fem!verstappen reader

blurb; falling in love with your older brothers childhood friend and rival was a battle for survival when he found out but now that you've made it through unharmed, your next goal is make sure your new husband survives your wedding reception speech.

currently playing; first man by camila cabello "you're looking at me, while walking down the aisle with tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me"

From the moment you stood at the altar, with the words "I do" ready to escape your lips the moment you were asked, you had already begun mentally preparing the speech you would deliver at the reception. Your older brother Max had needed a fair bit of convincing before accepting your relationship with Charles. It wasn’t that he had discovered it in a bad way—it just so happened that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught a glimpse over Charles's shoulder, reading texts from you that would surely require bleach to forget.

With your hair cascading down your back, the intricately styled updo long gone after you’d grown tired of its pinching and pulling at your scalp, the delicate silk of your wedding dress swishing softly as you padded barefoot across the dancefloor, you were fully aware of the curious glances from the older members of both your families. But you were the bride, so they couldn't say a word.

A soft smile graced your face as you carefully took the microphone from Lorenzo, your new brother-in-law, who had just finished his groomsman speech. Your gaze locked with Charles’s across the room, where he sat at the head table, his eyes focused entirely on you.

Charles couldn't help but smile as he watched you take the microphone from his brother, his heart brimming with love. His angel of a wife stood at the center of the room, ready to deliver a speech that would no doubt bring him to tears once again. But that was fine by Max; it gave him more material for blackmail.

Lorenzo stepped away as you took center stage, offering you a smile before returning to his seat beside Charles’s family.

"So, for those of you here tonight who don't know me... I'm the bride!" A soft giggle, which Charles often described as the sound of the softest bell, escaped your lips, filled with the pure happiness of finally saying those words. The room filled with laughter at your playful joke. Charles himself chuckled, his gaze fixed on you with adoration, excited and nervous to hear what would come next.

"Yes... much to my older brother Max’s dismay, I am indeed the bride. And for those of you who know me and my brother, you know we didn’t exactly have the best childhood," you continued, the briefest pause in your voice as memories flooded back. They hit you with the force of a speeding truck, but you quickly recovered, picking up the next words.

"Fortunately, things changed the day my brother met Charles. Yep, that’s right, Max met him first, and I still got the ring. Lestappen, my ass," you added, the room bursting into laughter. Even Charles joined in, knowing full well the playful tension between him and Max, which had become a frequent topic in your household.

"Charles and his family were the nicest people little me had ever met, and his maman, Pascale..." A bright smile spread across your face at the mention of your new mother-in-law’s name. "She basically adopted Max and me into her family and treated us the way we always should have been. She was the only real parent I’ve ever known. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to grow up under the care of not only Pascale but also her truly inspiring husband, Hervé, may he rest in peace, the way Charles did."

A wave of affection and understanding spread through the room, with many guests nodding in agreement. Pascale, too, wiped away a tear as she heard you speak so lovingly about her late husband.

In the corner of your eye, you caught the shared glance between Arthur and Lorenzo, their affection for you and Max evident in their eyes, and their appreciation for your kind words equally clear.

"Growing up with Charles and his family was... an experience. We barely understood each other at the best of times, with Max and me growing up speaking Dutch and Charles's family speaking French. Honestly, I still don’t understand half of what Charles is saying."

The room erupted with laughter again as the guests shared in your lighthearted story. Charles couldn't help but laugh too, his love for you only growing stronger with each passing moment. He still remembered the first time he’d met you, the way you stumbled over English words in a hurried attempt to communicate. He found it adorable then, and he still did.

"Charles... mijn liefje, I’m kidding. It’s only about a quarter of the time that I don’t understand you," you teased, earning a playful roll of his eyes and a smirk.

"I’m sure every girl here can relate to having had awkward childhood crushes," you continued, and a chorus of amused giggles followed, with many of the women nodding in agreement. "And I know what you’re all thinking... 'Oh, how cute, she’s been in love with Charles since she was a kid.'"

The room filled with 'aww’s, especially from the older ladies who loved a good love story. But Charles smirked, waiting to hear what would come next.

"Well, you'd be wrong," you said, your tone teasing. "And I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think my very first crush was actually on Lorenzo..." An awkward chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at Lorenzo, where he sat with his fiancée, Charlotte. "Don’t worry, Charlotte, he’s all yours," you added, holding your hands up in innocence, causing a soft laugh to slip from your lips.

Lorenzo shook his head playfully, smirking as he squeezed Charlotte’s hand in reassurance.

"I’m truly glad everything worked out this way in the end... marrying an athlete is highly recommended, ladies," you continued, casting a sheepish smile at Max. "Max, cover your ears for me."

Max dramatically rolled his eyes but made no attempt to stop you. He already knew where this was going.

"I mean, the stamina these men have is mind-blowing..." you teased, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing. "Also, Charles, mijn liefje... how do you look so good no matter what you wear, even dressed as a banana? It’s annoying!"

The women in the room burst into laughter, their eyes flickering to Charles in agreement. He, however, simply smirked, his ego inflating slightly as his cheeks flushed pink from the attention.

"Hey, he’s taken, girls. Down, down," you joked, causing another wave of giggles and playful protests from the women.

"Why do you sound disappointed... you’re literally at his wedding... to me?" you teased. The women erupted in even more giggles, some shaking their fists playfully while others called you a "lucky girl."

Shaking your head, you smiled warmly before moving on. "Anyway, moving on, I think the moment I first felt something for Charles was actually..." You glanced over at Max. "Max... sorry... but it was when he kicked your ass out of first place and won his first race. Like, seriously, if you watch that clip back... damn. I’m just saying. That move was so hot."

Max pulled a mock offended face, but the amusement in his expression was obvious. Meanwhile, the guests couldn’t contain their giggles.

"It’s safe to say my feelings for Charles only grew from there. I started reflecting on all the moments we had together, and that’s when I realized—I'd been in love with Charles for far longer than I thought," you said with confidence, turning to Charles. "With that in mind, you can kindly zip it about loving me first, mister. I’m the original simp in this relationship."

The guests “aww’d” in response, their faces softening with fondness as they watched your love story unfold. Charles simply huffed in amusement, gazing at you with affection, as though he were falling in love with you all over again.

"Last night was the first time in five years I didn’t spend the night with Charles, and I missed him endlessly and so I found myself writing down all the little things about him that I love," you continued, your voice quivering slightly.

The room let out a chorus of “aww’s,” with the women especially swooning. Charles’s gaze softened as he listened to you, clearly moved.

Blocking everyone's view with your hand, you reached into your dress and pulled out a piece of paper, your cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "Your girl doesn’t have pockets," you joked, earning laughter from the guests.

The women nodded in understanding, while Charles’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than he likely intended, much to Max’s disdain.

"Charles, I wasn't ever going to show you this, but you had to go and get sappy in your vows, making me cry. So now, I’m going to read this list to make you feel the same and let you know just how much I love you and all the little things you do for me," you said.

The room grew quiet in anticipation. Some of the older ladies pulled out tissues, while Charles sat with a soft, curious smile, waiting to hear your list.

"The first thing on my list is your eyes," you began. "Your eyes show me how much you love me, and they look at me the way I’ve always wanted to be looked at. They see me for me. Over the years, you’ve looked at me with nothing but sincerity, love, kindness, and loyalty. I love your eyes because they show your passion, your frustration, your happiness... and even when you’re tired. You have the sweetest eyes, and I hope to continue seeing that love in them for the rest of our lives."

A wave of “aww’s” filled the room as guests wiped away tears, and Pascale sniffled quietly at your words. Charles, his eyes glistening with emotion, couldn’t take his gaze off you.

"Number two is your determination," you continued. "I've never known a person more determined than you. I’ve seen it in the way you push to make me smile after a long day and in how you chased your dream of winning your home race in Monaco. And, of course, in how you pursued me. It took two years of chasing, but I’m glad you kept at it."

Charles chuckled softly, recalling how persistent he had been in winning your heart.

"Number three is your kindness," you said. "You’ve never failed to show how kindness is free. The way you treat your family, the way you treat the tifosi, and especially the way you treat me. You’ve never once strayed from me, and you’ve always been gentle and loving. You're the kindest person I’ve ever met."

Tears filled Charles’s eyes, but he was far from done hearing what you had to say.

"Number four... you're fun, quirky, and you always know how to make me laugh. You've never once made a dull moment in my life."

Charles chuckled, wiping away his tears, clearly grateful for how you loved him, quirks and all.

"Number five... you accept me for who I am, even if I'm a 'nibbler'... or as you like to call me, ‘Chomper.’"

Laughter echoed through the room at the inside joke, with Charles grinning fondly at the memory of your playful little quirk.

"And finally, I know that when the time is right, you’ll be an amazing father," you finished, your eyes glistening with love.

Charles smiled warmly, the thought of becoming a father bringing joy to his heart. Max’s voice broke through the quiet moment. "He better not become one too soon. I’m too young to be an uncle!" he teased, making the room burst into laughter.

"No promises! I mean have you seen him" you retorted with a wink.

"Overall," you said, your voice trembling with emotion, "what I’m trying to say, mijn zonneschijn, is that I love you. I have for the longest time, and I always will. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow. In every lifetime we share." You paused, wiping away a few tears. "And when we become parents, and you’re stuck by my side in the hospital, holding my hand while I curse your name and swear I’ll never let you touch me again... just know I’ll still love you."

You stopped for a moment, tears welling up. You took a deep breath, still trembling from the emotions rushing through you. "My heart has called your name for the longest time, and now it’s found its home next to yours. I love you so much that it hurts to breathe when you’re not near me. Thank you for allowing me to be your wife. I love you, mijn voor altijd."

The silence that followed your words was thick with emotion, the room filled with the raw, unspoken love between you and Charles. His eyes glistened as he stood and walked toward you, pulling you into his arms.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always, ma chérie. And I promise to love you through every moment, no matter what comes next."

You melted into his embrace, the weight of the moment overwhelming, tears flowing freely as you knew this was only the beginning of forever. Max’s quiet acceptance of your relationship with Charles was always in the back of your mind, but you knew that this was the right path for you, and nothing could change that.

"Thank you for being my forever, Charles," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I can’t imagine a life without you."

Charles pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’ll never have to," he murmured. "Not in this lifetime or any other."

And in that moment, with the world standing still around you, you both knew—this was the beginning of a love that would last through time, through every joy and hardship, and it was yours. Forever.

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https-lvesick · 5 months ago

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⎯⎯⎯ ﹙지젤﹚ worship my girl .ᐟ ㇹ.

𝒑. gf!giselle × 𝒇.reader ｜ 𝒈. smut ｜ 𝒄. fingering, cunnilingus, morning sex ﹕ bookshelf

⸝⸝ notes. another birthday fic and this one is more than special because is for @aracgio my babygirl, my wife, my ride or die, the person i love the most :( hope you enjoy your birthday baby, unfortunately i won't be there (again) BUT I'LL BE CHEERING OVER HERE!!! and gigi too 💞

For the first time in the eight months you and Giselle had been together, you made love. And it wasn’t just sex—it was the most intense, electrifying experience of your life. Every touch, every whispered word, every shared breath felt like a revelation, like something that had been waiting to happen for lifetimes.

Even now, as you lay beside her, your mind struggled to find words that could capture the magnitude of what you felt. The way her body fit so perfectly against yours, how her hands clung to you like she never wanted to let go, how she knew exactly what to say to keep you unraveling beneath her touch. It was more than physical—it was intimate, emotional, transcendent. And in that moment, you knew one thing for certain: you loved Giselle.

Now, she lay fast asleep next to you, her bare body curled up against yours, her warmth seeping into your skin beneath the soft duvet. The slow rise and fall of her breath, the way she instinctively sought you out in her sleep—it was mesmerizing.

Your eyes traced her features, memorizing every little detail. Her hair, freshly dyed a soft pink, framed her face in delicate waves, making her look even more breathtaking than before. The way she clutched the duvet like a child holding onto a favorite blanket, her lips slightly parted, her long lashes resting against her cheeks—she was beautiful beyond words. And with the golden morning light spilling through the curtains, casting a dreamy glow on her skin, she looked almost ethereal.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me?" Her voice, still husky from sleep, cut through the silence, though she kept her eyes closed. "You're starting to look a little obsessed."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you turned your head away playfully. "Can’t a girlfriend admire her beautiful lover?"

Giselle hummed, the corner of her lips quirking up in amusement. "Pussy so good I got you in a daze, huh?" She nuzzled closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

You shot her a warning look. "Aeri."

She only giggled, voice still laced with sleep. "Relax, baby. Yours has me addicted too."

You groaned, exasperated but amused, as she shifted in your arms. "I just wanted a peaceful, cute morning with my girlfriend, but she wakes up like this. How can I?"

Giselle pouted, batting her lashes at you with an innocent smile. "Don’t do that," you warned.

"Or what?" she challenged, and before you could answer, she was already straddling your waist, her bare skin pressing against yours. A mischievous glint shone in her half-lidded eyes as she leaned in, voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "I was dreaming of you, you know?"

You smirked, hands instinctively finding her thighs. "Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me more?" Your voice was barely above a breath, already affected by the way her body moved against yours.

She didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, her hips began rolling against you, slow and teasing, her movements betraying the impatience she tried to mask. Whatever she had been dreaming about, it had left her needy, desperate. And the realization alone sent heat pooling in your core.

"You really don’t leave me alone," she murmured, her lips ghosting over yours. "Not even in my sleep."

The thought made your stomach flutter. You owned her, just as much as she owned you.

She bit your lower lip, tugging playfully before moving lower. You barely had time to process before she was slipping between your legs, her breath hot against your inner thighs.

You instinctively parted for her, your need just as evident as hers.

"I guess someone is just as eager as me…" she mused, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit. The contact alone made you shudder.

"Can’t help it," you admitted, fingers threading through her pink strands. "Not when you were grinding against me like you were in heat."

Giselle let out a soft laugh before biting the tender skin of your thigh, making you gasp. "And I can’t help but get in heat when you look like a fucking goddess," she purred.

Then, without warning, she dove in.

Any smart remark you had died on your lips the moment you felt her tongue against you. It was impossible to form a coherent thought—her mouth, her fingers, her touch, all of it rendered you utterly mindless.

She knew exactly what she was doing. She had learned your body last night, memorized every reaction, every gasp, every arch of your back. And now, she was using that knowledge mercilessly.

Your moans grew louder, more desperate as she worked you open, pushing you to the edge with ease. The way her fingers curled just right inside you, the way her lips latched onto your clit with the perfect amount of pressure—it was intoxicating. And from the satisfied hums she let out against your skin, she knew the effect she had on you.

Giselle lived for this—for the way you melted under her, for the way your body responded so perfectly to her touch.

The pressure in your core coiled tighter, your moans breaking into choked gasps. You were so, so close—

And then, with one final stroke, one last flick of her tongue, you unraveled, crying out her name in bliss. Your body trembled beneath her, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

But she wasn’t done yet.

Giselle took her time, savoring you, making sure you felt every lingering stroke of her tongue as she cleaned you up, her fingers still inside, coaxing every last aftershock from you.

When she finally pulled away, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug grin on her lips.

"Now, it’s my turn, isn’t it?" she murmured, crawling back up your body. She kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on her lips before pulling away just enough to whisper, "Because I know my good girl wouldn’t leave me hanging… right, baby?"

She positioned herself above you, her arousal just as evident as yours had been, glistening in the soft morning light.

And as you gazed up at her, completely wrecked yet still aching for more, you knew one thing—

You’d spend forever worshiping this woman.

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iitslera · 8 months ago

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Baby on the way ✶ JJ Maybank

english isn’t my first language, and I don’t use y/n. The reader’s name is Grace, or Gigi like JJ calls her. Fluff.

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I held the test in my hands, with the words confirming what I had been feeling for days: Positive. That word seemed so small, but it carried an immense weight. My mind was in chaos.

I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or just stay silent until the world stopped spinning.

How was I going to tell JJ? I couldn’t imagine his reaction, and that terrified me. We had been through so much together, but this was different. This was... too real.

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to calm myself. The sound of the birds outside the house helped a little, though not enough.

I walked toward the dock, hoping the salty breeze would clear the knot in my throat. I saw him from a distance, laughing with Pope and John B, as if the world were simple, as if nothing mattered more than the moment. For a second, I wished things could stay that way, uncomplicated. But then, JJ saw me.

His smile slowly faded, and his expression turned serious. He knew me too well. He could tell something was wrong.

When he reached me, I felt like I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so loudly I thought he could hear it.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, with that mix of concern and tenderness that always broke me. I shook my head because I knew I couldn’t lie to him, not this time.

“You’re worrying me, Gigi…” he said, stepping closer.

My hands trembled. I tried to stop them, to stay strong, but I couldn’t. I had to say it. There was no other choice. I took a breath, though it felt like I was running out of air, and finally, I let it out.

“I’m pregnant…”

I said it so softly I almost didn’t hear myself, but he did. I saw it in his eyes. His expression changed in an instant. First, surprise, then confusion, and something else I couldn’t identify. I wasn’t sure if it was fear or something like happiness, but it was clear he didn’t know what to feel either.

“Are you... sure?”he asked, his voice trembling.

“Yes… I’m sure. I took a test, and... it’s positive.”

When I finally dared to look at him, I found those blue eyes that had captured me from the beginning. This time, there was no trace of the confidence he usually projected. It was like he was as scared as I was. But then, something changed. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

“Wow…” he murmured, as if trying to find the right words. “This is unexpected, but… we’re in this together, right?”

The knot in my chest loosened a little, and for the first time, I felt like I could breathe. I didn’t know how we were going to face this or what it meant for us, but at least I wasn’t alone. JJ was here, and that was all I needed at that moment.

I never thought JJ would be capable of transforming the way he did. Being young parents wasn’t something we had planned, but seeing him so committed and dedicated made me feel that, maybe, everything would be okay.

He made the hardest days more bearable, and even when I felt exhausted or sick, his presence always gave me strength.

Morning sickness became my constant enemy in the early weeks. Every morning I woke up with that nauseous feeling in my stomach, and although just the smell of food made it worse, JJ was there, patiently trying to get me to eat something.

He would wake up earlier than I did to prepare toast or crackers, whatever I could tolerate. He never complained, not even when I asked him to move anything with a smell I couldn't stand.

Today was a calm, sunny day. I sat in the porch hammock, enjoying a bit of peace as a book rested in my lap and the wind tousled my hair. My hands instinctively rested on my growing belly. I couldn’t help but think about the little life growing inside me. It was a strange and wonderful feeling all at once.

Suddenly, JJ appeared with a smile, holding a bag in his hand. As soon as I saw what was inside, I knew what it was: strawberries with cream. My favorite craving of the past few days. I laughed, surprised and grateful at the same time.

“Hi, beautiful”he said with that smile of his that always disarmed me. “I brought you your strawberries with cream.”

My eyes lit up when I saw him, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re the best, you know that?” I told him as I made space in the hammock for him to sit next to me.

JJ set the bag on my lap and sat beside me.

“Anything for you, babe” he replied, winking at me. “You and she deserve the best.”

“she?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, amused. “How do you know it’s going to be a girl?”

He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I have a feeling” he said, with a confident smile. I laughed, both amused and surprised by his certainty.

“Now you can guess the baby’s gender too?“ I joked.

He simply smiled with that mischievous look he was known for, took a strawberry with cream, and brought it to my lips. I took a small bite, savoring the sweet flavor. It was so simple, yet so special.

“And what will you do if it’s a boy?” I asked with a playful smile as I chewed.

“Then I’ll have guessed wrong” he said, shrugging before bringing another strawberry to his mouth. “But I don’t think so. My intuition never fails me.”

“You’re impossible” I replied, laughing. “And if you’re right? What will we call her, if it’s a girl?”

JJ paused for a moment, then his eyes lit up.

“Kai” he said, with a mix of excitement and tenderness. “It means ‘Sea’ in Hawaiian."

I felt something stir inside me when I heard that name. I repeated it softly, savoring its meaning, imagining our daughter and how it would feel to call her that.

“It’s perfect” I told him, with a smile I couldn’t hide.

At that moment, with the sun shining down on us and his presence beside me, I felt that despite the fears and doubts, we were building something beautiful. Kai. Our little Kai.

“What about you, little one? Do you like Kai?“ JJ asked with a smile, gently rubbing my belly. His voice was soft, as if he were already talking directly to her, as if they already shared a special bond.

And then, I felt it. Something moved inside me. It wasn’t the first time, but this time it was different, stronger, clearer. My breath caught for a moment, surprised by that small but powerful connection that reminded me our baby was there, growing, becoming a part of us.

JJ looked at me with wide eyes, surprised and excited at the same time.

“Did you feel that?” he asked, his tone full of awe. I nodded slowly, still processing the sensation.

“Yes... “ I murmured, my voice filled with emotion. He couldn’t hide the smile that spread across his face. He placed his hand back on my belly, as if he expected to feel it too, as if he wanted to make sure he hadn’t imagined it.

“It’s amazing...” he whispered, almost to himself, as his fingers traced small circles on my skin. “Our Kai... she’s already here, making herself known.”

Tears filled my eyes, but this time they weren’t out of fear or uncertainty. They were tears of pure happiness, of gratitude for this shared moment, for knowing that, despite everything, we were in this together.

JJ looked up and saw my teary eyes.

“Are you okay?“ he asked, his voice filled with concern for a second.

“Yes...” I replied with a smile I couldn’t contain. “It’s just that... all of this makes me feel that, really, everything is going to be okay.”

He hugged me, pressing his forehead against mine.

“ It’s going to be more than okay, Grace. We’re going to be an amazing team. You, me, and our little Kai”

And in that moment, with his hand still on my belly and the sensation of the baby moving inside me, I knew he was right. Everything would be okay.

We didn’t live in a huge house with hundreds of rooms in Figure Height, yet we put all our effort into making the place where the baby would sleep special. We started with the smallest details, choosing each object and color with such care, as if we were creating our own home within that space.

Our room, though not very big, was cozy and perfect for what we needed.

JJ was so involved in the process that he couldn’t stop commenting on the "perfect touches" he had chosen. We created a place where she could grow up surrounded by love and tranquility, and although it wasn’t easy to make decisions, every choice seemed to fall into place little by little.

Once we placed the crib next to our bed, we began working on the small details: soft white curtains that let in natural light, one of those crib mobiles with sea animals because JJ loved the idea of our baby growing up surrounded by those little marine touches, something that connected him to his own roots.

The shelves were filled with children's storybooks that Pope had given us, some soft toys, and several stuffed animals we had started collecting thanks to the rest of our friends.

Every time I walked into the room with all these new changes, I couldn’t help but smile. It felt like a dream come true. Everything was ready to welcome our little baby, a place filled with love and hope.

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littlemissmentallyunstable · 6 months ago

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title: the dancer and the angel PART 5 (finale)

pairing: grayson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: a forbidden kiss, a fallout, a drunken secret and a broken girl… it all comes down to this

parts: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

warnings: SPOILERS FOR TGG, swearing

a/n: what a journey!! who knew this whole series could come from one request!! thank you @emelia07, I owe this all to you my love!! and thank you for everyone who has read along and been anticipating this part, your support and love has been AMAZINGGGG

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YOUR POV

Light streams through the window and my head thumps, a constant monotonous banging. I groan, wincing slightly as I try to roll over into a more comfortable position to re-enter sleep. I feel like I’ve just been hit by a bus, my limbs ached and weighed heavy against the rest of my body. Even my mattress feels uncomfortable, it’s much stiffer than it usually is.

I don’t open my eyes, I prefer the solace I’m finding darkness at the moment. With a pounding head and sore body all I want to do is go back to sleep but it seems my overactive brain has other ideas. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with a flash of memories. Last night rushes through my brain in jerky disconnected moments. Grayson kissed Lyra. I had gone clubbing with Avery. Gigi was missing. The bottle of alcohol I’d snagged to drown everything out, the crying, the running, the ocean and Grayson in my room.

Oh. Shit.

I suddenly realise I can smell him all over me. My mouth grows sour. I struggle to open my eyes, they feel velcro-ed shut but I manage to pry them open. Everything’s a little hazy, though once my vision clears I realise why my mattress feels so funny. Beneath me isn’t a mattress at all. It’s a man I never wish to see again.

I sit up suddenly, jerking away from him as a wave of nausea rolls over me. I know it’s not the alcohol, I don’t get sick from it. It’s the realisation, the dread pooling the deepest pit of my stomach. This couldn’t be happening.

Scenes replay in my head, like a twisted sort of horror movie where I am the main character who walks into the room the audience knows the killer is in, the same audience who is screaming at their television screens that I shouldn’t walk into that room alone with no weapons. But that’s the thing, you can’t change a film but screaming at the tv. What’s done is done.

Everything I said, I remember it so clearly. I’d told him everything. The truth. The truth that I’d planned to bury alive until it died naturally. It was never meant to have a voice again but of course under alcohol my brain was persuaded much more easily.

“I love you,” I’d mumbled, the words tumbling out in my drunken phase.

I’d admitted to still loving him at least three times and that was how many times in remembered. I feel a little more queasy at the thought.

I dare to glance to my left. Half of his face is buried in the pillow, golden hair spilling over the other. His eyes are closed and his face looks calm, peaceful, beautiful. How dare he look like that.

Panic seizes in my throat. I don’t know what to do. Wake him, yell at him, kick him out, kiss him, leave the room and tell him it was all a dream if he questioned it. My head spins and my heart thumps. I can barely see straight, overwhelmed with a sea of emotion. I’m angry and I’m upset and I’m desperate and I’m confused.

His eyes flicker of open before I have the chance to decide my best move. He immediately meets my eye and sits up in the bed. He’s frozen, half way between going to say something and saying nothing at all. Any lingering tiredness dissipates into panic.

“What are you doing here?” I yelp, before he even has the chance to plead innocent, “why are you in my bed?”

“You were drunk,” he blurts out suddenly, arms defensive over his naked torso.

“And that’s why you’re in my bed,” I cry out incredulously, widening my eyes.

He rolls his, “you wanted me to stay, I couldn’t leave you alone on that state.”

“I was only in that state because I was trying to forget about you,” I snap back, climbing off of the mattress to pull my shoes on.

“Forget about me?” he murmurs, almost in some sort of daze as he shifts his weight on the bed.

I glance up, not accustomed to the vulnerability of his tone when we were arguing. Of course I don’t want to forget about him, I’d wanted to forget that I’d been stupid enough to give someone my heart.

But he didn’t have to know that.

He looks delicate, just sat there, his features soft and mellow. I want nothing more than to reach out and cup his face in my palms and kiss all his pain away, all his built up fear and uncertainty. To run tender fingertips across his shirtless chest, to his collarbone and neck, only for them to get lost in the golden halo of hair that sat atop his head.

My own cravings and desperation annoy me. Why am I still drawn to someone who caused me so much hurt? My head spins. I always make the same mistakes, you’d think I would’ve learnt by now. I just decide in the flash of a moment that I need to see this through, whatever this is now, it needs to be over.

“Oh,” I tusk, rolling my eyes, “don’t sound like such a hurt bird.”

“I don’t I-“

He stands up and attempts to make his way over to me. I move away.

“Just shut up and get out,” I groan, cutting him off, pressing my cold fingertips to my temples, “I’ve got a banging headache and I just want to be alone.”

I sound like a bitch but he’s not exactly making this easy for me not to. I’m hungover and heartbroken, not the best mix.

He looks at me, eyes scanning over me too tenderly. I want to melt back into his arms and fall asleep with the comfort of his soft breathing. When his eyes roam me like that I feel vulnerable, like he can see all of the things that are hurting me most. I don’t like it, he shouldn’t have that right, not anymore.

“Let me help you,” he says quietly and twinge of desperation in his throat.

My insides are screaming at me to just collide with his mouth and accept anything that he says. I look him up and down and discard this moment, these feelings and whatever happened last night. I remember who he really is and what he really did. The part of him I can’t sugarcoat.

I scoff, tightening my arms across my chest., “I think you’ve helped enough.”

He look even more hurt as he steps closer, “please let me-“

A tingle runs down my spine at the familiar position we’re in. I can’t do this.

“Grayson,” I say sharply, “leave.”

And so he does.

He turns his back and walks out of the door, shutting it gently behind him. Part of me wishes he fought harder and part of me is glad. I sink down to the floor my head in my hands. I wait for the tears that are bound to fall but the tease me and make me wait that little bit longer to cry.

Head pounding, heavy with exhaustion and all I want is his touch back, I want his voice back, I want him back but I can’t afford to want anything like that. Not anymore I suppose.

***

GRAYSONS POV

“Grayson,” the way she says my name sends a sort of electrical shock through me, her tone is so attacking and bitter I almost wince, “leave.”

Leave. Last night I was supposed to leave but she asked me to stay, this time she’s asking me to leave but all I want to do is stay.

But I turn my back and walk out of the door. I owe her this and so much more, I can’t deny her of anything else, I can’t be selfish enough to stay. My token of selfishness ran out last night or maybe even long before that.

I feel numb. Through my veins courses an icy silver liquid, my brain is a void of empty blackness lacking thoughts or emotion and my heart can’t seem to beat. Everything is gone. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff waiting to meet my death, I’ll never know when it’s coming or who caused it but I’m contented, maybe even intrigued with the possibility.

I wanted nothing more than to fight for her, stay there and demand she didn’t let me go. I want her to know how much again, how sorry I am, but what good is an apology when you’ve destroyed someone’s heart?

The numbness floods away and it hits me out of nowhere that this time I’m leaving for good. The realisation attacks me hard in the chest, bullets raining on my skin, making it a little difficult for me to breathe. A tightness constricts my upper body and I feel hazy.

I’m not going anywhere in particular, I just let my feet carry me away. Where is there to go without her? I’m an idiot. Why did I think this morning it would be any different? I’d brainwashed myself into thinking she still actually wanted me because she’d said it when she was drunk. Deep down I knew this would happen and I still stayed.

I’m a selfish bastard. Just like my grandfather.

Where to go from here? I’m alone, sat on a slab of ebony rock, staring out to sea. Usually a practice like this would calm me enough to get me to think straight but today it’s a different story.

Slowly I strip my blazer coat from my back and disgusts the shirt I’d rushed on only moments ago and trousers. I leave them folded on the black rock and make my way to the ocean. I come to the edge, the waves coming to shore lapping my bare feet and ankles.

Then I dive.

As far out as possible into the waters, until I’m out of my depth. Whilst treading waters I analyse how far out I am and the seven best possible ways to get help if I come into danger before I begin to swim.

I’ve spent so much of my life swimming, I know when I’ve hit twenty five meters and then fifty. My body is used to how it feels. So I just do it over and over and over and over. I can feel my brain becoming a blank canvas. Swimming helps me think.

Though, I’ve never enjoyed swimming the ocean, not properly swimming anyway. But I suppose that’s not what the ocean was made for. A pool is reliable. There’s no current, no salt burning your eyes, no creatures lurking beneath the surface. As I swim, I’m constantly thrown off course by the waves, that only seem to grow in size. But maybe that’s a good thing, I have to work that much harder to reach my goal.

Suddenly I stop and make my way to shore, breathing heavily as I sit on the edge where the sand meets the sea. I know what I need to do and my chest feels hollow before I even do it.

LYRAS POV

My chest heaves in and out, rising up and down as I gulp in the oxygen that dance had just stolen. I stay on the floor, toe pointed, arms poised. I don’t know how long I’m there for but eventually I will myself to stand up. I’ve danced, my feelings should be processed, but oddly enough they don’t seem to be. Not like they usually are.

I feel someone’s eyes on me, a prickling sensation creeping down the back of my neck. I turn and face the my unwanted visitor. Perfected blonde hair though seemingly a little damp, mellow gray eyes and a suit. He’s here, of course he’s here. He can’t leave anyone or anything alone, he has to have it all. My peace, my freedom, my expression and his shadow bears weight over it all.

Fury courses through my veins, like lightning ready to strike. It crackles and hisses impatient to put a deadly shock through someone. I feel my expression morph into a scowl, my eyes narrow into sharp slits and despite my previously open body language through my routine I now tuck myself in and away from his prying eyes. I force myself up, legs still a little shaky from the adrenaline of the routine. I stand still, if he wants to talk, he can walk to me.

“Lyra-“ he begins, stepping inwards.

“You,” I spit, a bitter venom coating my tongue, acidic and sharp.

Something flickers across his face. Is that fear I sense? Good. I’m ready for a fight, for a battle, maybe even a war.

“Look-“ he tries to begin again.

I don’t give him the chance to continue. He doesn’t deserve to plead his apologies, I won’t be swayed with empty words.

“You are a horrible man,” I seethe, fire in my belly, “if you can even call yourself a man, I’ve got several other less polite words for it.”

“Please you do not need to list them,” he replies dryly.

I bark out a surprised laugh, “still arrogant, still full of yourself, after everything you’ve done and the people you’ve hurt you have the audacity to-“

“I’m sorry-“ he interrupts me with an earnest look in his eyes I can’t ignore. Maybe just maybe he really is sorry… or maybe he’s the fantastic actor he’s always been.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” I tell him coldly.

His desperate eyes dare to find mine, “hear me out-“

“No,” I shake my head, “I’m done with listening to you and your lies.”

He winces as if I’ve struck him across the face, “Lyra I didn’t mean to-“

“You did. And you won’t make that mistake again,” I say, an uninvited rawness in my voice, “not with me.”

“Lyra please-“

“Beg all you want,” I cut him off again. I know the lines he’s rehearsed, I’ve heard them said by other men. I don’t give in to excuses, not from a man like him, “get on your knees I don’t care there’s nothing you can say to save yourself now and who’s fault is that?”

“Mine,” he barely murmurs, looking like a scorned child.

“Funny,” I say, dropping my voice low, “it’s so convenient now is the time you take responsibly for your actions, maybe you should’ve thought about them before-“

“I made a mistake,” Grayson bursts, the action so sudden and out of character I wonder if it’s really him talking or some deranged drunken version.

I check his eyes. He’s sober. And yet here he is standing in front of me, admiting he’s wrong and actually looking apologetic for it.

“That much is evident,” I scoff, still I can’t trust any word that comes out of his mouth, any look in his eyes, “but you did worse than that. You hurt me, you hurt the girl who loved you, who gave you everything but still wasn’t enough to satisfy your egotistical, spoilt desires,” I seethe, “you didn’t only do that but you made me into someone I’m not and you of all people don’t get to do that. I write my own story, paint my own picture, dance to my own tune. You don’t get to decide who I am and you have, you’ve made me the slut who goes around kissing other people’s boyfriends.”

“She knows you didnt know,” he replies, almost softly.

“And what’s it to me now?” I ask with a crisp laugh, “What’s done is done and everything is ruined.”

“You’re right,” he mumble miserably.

“You know if I’d even thought for a fraction of a second there was someone else I wouldn’t have even looked in your direction,” I tell him.

It’s more than true, I could never do that to someone, not on purpose. It isn’t me.

“I know,” Grayson says, “you’re a good person.”

“I don’t need you of all people to tell me that,” I snap, keeping up every wall I could. He will never get past them again.

“You intrigued me,” he admits, as if it makes the situation better.

“Men are led by greedy eyes and tiny dicks,” I spit, such fury in my voice I almost don’t recognise myself.

He can’t stop his eyebrows from shooting upwards in surprise.

“The first half of that sentence was true,” he murmurs.

“Protecting your pride still,” I sneer, as if any man wouldn’t have, “how can you come here and look me in the eye to plead for forgiveness after what you’ve done.”

He looks pained, “I don’t know.”

“You’re an asshole,” I tell him. One final time.

“I know,” he sighs.

I’ve never seen a man that held himself with such composure look so defeated. I don’t enjoy this, making anyone feel like this, even if it’s him. He may have hurt people but it doesn’t make him immune to feeling hurt himself.

Still, that didn’t kill the pure anger within me, the burning ferocity for someone who had done me wrong. And maybe I’m a fool for being blinded by such an explosive emotion but I don’t care. I can’t afford to care.

So I almost smile, “I hope she doesn’t still love you, in fact I hope she hates you for the rest of your life and you spend your days torturing yourself over this.”

“I’m sorry I kissed you Lyra, I’m sorry I played with your heart,” he says solemnly.

“You didn’t play with anything,” I laugh, “if you think you got remotely close to my heart you’d be gravely mistaken.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you then,” he replied calmly, “and I’m sorry I painted you in a bad light.”

“But you’ll win this game in the end won’t you,” I say with a shrug, my voice softens, “of course you will.”

“There’s no game here Lyra,” he responds, a vulnerability in his tone, “just a stupid man and two angry women.”

“She doesn’t deserve you,” I reply, looking him up and down.

“I know that,” Grayson admits, “she never has.”

“And you proved that to her,” I remind him, salt in his wounds, I want them to burn as much as her heart does.

“I know that too,” he says, his voice soft and quiet.

He looks too agonised and suddenly I can’t bear to look at him.

“I want you to leave,” I tell him quickly, “and don’t look back.”

He nods silently, “I’m sorry, truly.”

I stare, waiting for him to leave. I would not run from a man, he should do the walk of shame out.

“Don’t even think about coming anywhere near me after this,” I call out, “this is a forever goodbye, Hawthorne. Stay out of my life.”

He doesn’t respond, only gives a second nod before he turns his back and walks off slowly. I exhale softly and hit play on the music to start a second routine with a now cleared head.

***

YOUR POV

The bathroom tiles are cold under my thighs but they’ve almost gone as numb as the rest of me. I’ve been sat here for who knows how long recounting last nights events over and over, all the parts I didn’t want to remember and maybe some parts that I won’t admit I do. This is one of the reasons I don’t drink, but of course I’d break that rule for him, betraying my own morals again for the same stupid man. I’m exhausted, physically exhausted by it all. I tip my head back and rest it on the edge of the bathtub, a chill runs down my neck reminding me of what his touch to me.

‘But I can’t say it out loud, because then I’m an idiot for loving someone who cut me deeper than any weapon could ever cut me.’

Of all the things to say I really did have to spill everything didn’t I? There’s no way of taking back, even twisting it into something it’s not. What I said was too raw to be lied about. Denial seems like my new best friend. If I pretend for long enough I never said it, maybe I’ll fool myself into believing it too.

‘And I tried to drink it all away, believe me I tried, but then halfway through my fifth glass I kind of realised it wasn’t working.’

Even my drunken tongue had lied, I’d realised before the alcohol even had the pleasure of burning its way down my throat that it wouldn’t work. I’d just convinced myself it might attack the pain receptors in my body.

‘It’s because I still fucking love you, how depressing is that? You murdered my heart and yet it can’t stop beating your name.’

Did his heart beat mine? His replies are hazier than my memory of what I’d said. My stupidity is woven deep into my brain, his hit the hardest when he’s kissed her so any other stupid things past that were more forgettable. My stomach rolls at the thought of all I’d admitted to last night. I groan wishing for the floor to swallow me whole and softly drown me into an eternal darkness.

But I can’t keep walking through this endlessness, whatever feelings I had left for him I had to leave behind. I’m good at tricking my mind and that is my plan now, trick my mind into thinking I don’t love, I can’t love. Maybe next time I won’t be so hurt. I stand up and gaze at the girl in the mirror, finally silencing the voice that was picking out all the features Lyra had that I didn’t. I inhale and exhale deeply. All my feelings would be discarded, here and now I decide. The moment I step from this bathroom and close the door, I’m closing off connection to him.

I walk slowly towards the door, my legs a little more shaky and a little less numb. I can’t tell which I prefer. I breathe deeply as I step out, taking in our happy memories for one last time, before this mess of a relationship it has become. And finally, finally I shut the bathroom door.

He’s out of my mind and I’m focussed on something else. I want to find Gigi, then I want to have a good nights sleep and then I want to go and find a career I love and cut this Hawthorne part of my life out completely. To truly lose him, I needed to lose everything close to him too. I can’t afford to be drawn back again.

I leave the room I’d slept in the night before and walk, fast paced and strong steps that leave me slightly breathless after a while. The island is bigger than it looks with many different pathways to walk.

I pick the one that seems the longest. I need to clear my head and focus on where Gigi could possibly be. I feel consumed with guilt that I hadn’t been trying harder to find her, instead I’ve been wrapped up in my own problems. She could be dead, dying or something worse that I didn’t even want to start imagining. All I know is, we have to work harder to find her and it starts here and now.

I need to gather all the information. When. When did she go missing? Exact time stamps of everything to calculate how swiftly any of this happened. Where. Where was she taken? We needed to revisit all the places she could be or could’ve been taken from. How. How was she taken? Did it leave any evidence? Would that give us a clue to who it might have been? Why. Why would someone want her? What’s the motive behind it all? What. What did they want? Surely they wanted something right? Who. The big question mark and blank face. Who in the world would want to kidnap Juliet Grayson?

A hand touches my shoulder and I flinch, immediately going into fight or flight. Unfortunately for the other person I choose to fight, twisting their arm quickly. They clearly aren’t expecting it as they cry out and don’t react fast enough. When I hear the sound of her voice I immediately drop the tight grasp I’d had on her and repeat apologies.

“I am so sorry,” I exhale, “I was thinking deeply about Gigi and I thought you might be a kidnapper.”

“It’s okay,” Avery says, hiding her wince quite well as she adjusted her arm, “you totally would’ve kicked ass if I had been a kidnapper.”

I try to smile but can only manage a half grimace, “thanks.”

She tilts her head as our eyes meet.

“You okay?” Avery asks, looking pitiful.

I hate it. I hate to think she feels sorry for me. What’s done is done, we all just need to forget and move on and her pity is only making me remember. I run a hand over my face to break eye contact. Clearly I look worse than I thought I did despite trying to hide my tired eyes and hollow cheeks with makeup.

“Fine,” I respond with a small shrug, as we begin a slow walk down.

She hesitates, I can tell she’d unsure to carry on the conversation, but she does anyway, “you don’t seem fine.”

I chew my bottom lip trying to come up with some sort of plausible excuse, “rough sleep,” I manage, my throat a little dry.

The silence between us feels thick and heavy, not the way it usually might. The paranoia in me thinks she knows something.

She stares at me for a moment and then sighs, saying what’s really on her mind, “why did Grayson walk out of your room this morning?”

And for once the paranoia is right.

I don’t say anything at first because I don’t know what to say. I’m trying to forget about him but slowly I’m learning every second I’m here I’ll be reminded. As soon as I can I’ll leave for good this time.

“Long story,” I murmur.

“Care to share?” she asks. Avery isn’t one to push, if I told her to drop it now she would immediately. But part of her knows what I don’t want to admit to. I need to talk about this, get it off of my chest. Burying it alive doesn’t mean it’ll die immediately. Maybe I need to kill it first.

“I got drunk,” I explain, more ashamed now because saying something out loud always makes it more real, “and said some things I shouldn’t have and he stayed… because I asked him to.”

She winced, unable to hold it back this time.

“Oh wait,” I laugh, through some pain, “it gets worse.”

Avery bites her lip, “please no,” she begs in a small voice.

I sigh and meet her eyes directly, “And then, like the idiot that I am, I told him I still loved him.”

She gasps, air caught in her throat. She stills in her sheer surprise of it all.

“Yeah,” I grimace, with an awkward cough, “so if you’re wondering why I look like crap that may or may not have something to do with it.”

“Rewind,” she says, “do you?”

“What?”

“Still love him,” she clarifies.

“Of course,” I murmur. If I’m going to keep lying to myself from now on I want the last person I tell the truth to to be someone who I can truly trust, “but he’s not supposed to know that.”

“This is tricky,” Avery says, tapping her fingers at her sides.

“You’re telling me,” I blow out a breath, “I have no idea what to do.”

“Did he tell you?” she asks curiously, “that you told him you loved him I mean?”

“No, that’s the weird thing,” I reply slowly, “he hasn’t said a thing about it.”

I hadn’t really thought of it until now. Why wouldn’t he use that against me? It’s perfect. Too perfect. He could’ve easily just explained the whole conversation and my only defence, I was drunk, which when thinking about it isn’t even a defence.

Avery’s eyebrows furrow and she tilts her head confused, “so how do you know you said that?”

“I remember everything,” I blurt out, “every single second.”

“But he hasn’t referenced it?” she clarifies.

“He doesn’t know I remember,” I say slowly, “and I’m keeping it that way.”

She nods in understanding but I can see part of her is wondering why.

“I can’t afford to love him Avery because I love too hard,” I admit, each word killing me softly, “I trust too much.”

“I understand,” she purses her lips, “but doesn’t it mean something, that he hasn’t said anything.”

I tilt my head to the side, “how do you mean?”

“He knows what he’s done is beyond wrong,” she begins, “and he also knows you still love him, but he also knows you don’t want to be with him, so maybe he’s trying to make it easier for you to leave, to just forget.”

I chew my lips, “I suppose.”

We fall into a silence of pondering. Maybe he is really trying to let me do what I want to. Maybe he is helping me leave because I asked him to. Maybe he knows if he asks me to stay, I will, so he’s not asking at all.

“I’m sorry,” Avery says quietly, wrapping as arm around my shoulder and pulling me into her.

“What are you sorry for?” I sniff, suddenly aware of a dampness on my cheeks, “none of this is your fault.”

“It’s not you either,” she whispers tentatively.

I don’t know how she knows but she knows I need to hear this. I keep trying to find the flaws in myself, all the things that I’d done to cause this to happen. And as much as I hate to think I would do that for a guy, it’s what I am doing.

I look up at her, glossy eyed.

“No,” she says firmly, “don’t you dare start blaming yourself.”

“Too late,” I smile sadly, a tidal wave of emotion hitting me hard. If I hadn’t been a problem, if there wasn’t something wrong with me, then why kiss another?

“Oh sweetheart,” she says tenderly, hugging me tighter, closer.

“Maybe I wasn’t good enough Avery, maybe if I was smarter, maybe if I was prettier, if I could dance like her…” I trail off, “I know I’m a lot, I know I’m hard to deal with but I just thought… I really thought I’d found someone who understood that and embraced it. I thought he loved every part of me, that he’s never feel like that for anyone but me. I was stupid enough to think for once I was the special one but I was wrong. I’m the girl I’ve always been, I’m not enough Avery.”

“Look at me, look at me right now,” she says with a fierce love, “you are enough. In fact you’re more than enough. You’re so kind and lovely and sweet, you light up a whole room when you walk into it, you’re constantly putting others before yourself. You’re brave and you’re beautiful and he’s letting all of that go. You are everything and don’t let him make you forget it because I’m not going to sit here and let a stupid boy make you think you’re not enough.”

I force a laugh, my throat so hoarse so the sound of scrapes and scratches.

“And I’m not even just saying this,” she says, once again proving that she can read minds, “you know me, I’m an honest girl and I wouldn’t lie to one of my best friends. He’s not worth you, he let you down, he hurt you and that’s on him, that’s a reflection of him. It has nothing to do with you, okay?”

I nod snivelling, “god I love you Ave.”

“I love you too,” she smiles through her own tears now.

We hug again and even thought I’d thought it was impossible to get ourselves any closer, we still managed.

“I can’t believe I’m crying over a boy right now,” I laugh through my tears.

She laughs too, wiping them from my cheeks, “it’s okay, I’ve been there one too many times.” I beam at her and slowly loosen my arms around nee to let her go.

“Avery,” I say carefully.

She hums in reply, brushing my hair behind my ears.

“Can I ask you a question?” I say.

She looks at me, almost knowing what’s coming yet still replies, “sure,” in such a way that made me more than comfortable to even ask.

I inhale deeply, “what would you do if Jameson did this to you?”

A sudden sadness coats her hazel eyes.

“Honestly,” she sighs, “I don’t even know, I wouldn’t know what to do. I know that’s the last thing you probably wanted to hear.”

I shrug, “it’s okay. I don’t really know what I expected you to say.”

***

GRAYSONS POV

My pride is wounded two times over. Good. Maybe that’ll teach it.

Ever since I was a child I had been raised to be a proud man, someone who held their head high no matter what they’d done or in some cases what they hadn’t. I could blame my grandfather for the way I turned out, the man who bred me to be such a foul and malicious creature or maybe my neglectful mother, absent father or a smiling red headed girl who pitched herself off of a cliff edge. But what good I blaming someone when I’m still stuck as myself?

I find myself back at the beach. A place that is both achingly familiar and distant all at the same time. I wonder if the salt in the water will cleanse me of what I have done. As I close my eyes and inhale, I remember pulling her between my legs, telling her she was the only one our first night on this island. I would do anything to go back to that moment.

Why is nothing ever enough for me? I don’t know when to stop, when to feel satisfied, when to recognise I have more than I want. Why am I the way I am? My head is a swirling mess of antagonising thoughts and strangling voices all on top of one another.

Though one is the loudest, one shows me the most.

I hurt her more than I could ever imagine and it’s killing me. Pieces of me are eroding away in the acid coursing through my veins. I can feel myself slipping away, everything growing heavier by the smallest fractions that build up over time until everything just crumbles one day and you look back and wonder what the hell happened.

I have hatred for a lot of people but my most loathed enemy is the man who looks me in the eye every day in my bathroom mirror, the man who shares my name and my blood and my mind. I hate him for hurting her. I want to destroy him for making a single tear slip. I wish nothing but an agonising life for him.

I feel someone sit beside me and I already know who it is. It isn’t the way she moves that gives her away, nor the smell of her perfume or sound of her breathing. I just know. Like I’ve always just known. She sits by my side and stares out to sea, not meeting my eye when I turn to look at her.

“I’m done with this,” she says, her voice stone, cold, “the tension, the arguing, all of it. I’m done with you Grayson. I want to make it clear. When I say stay away from me, you will stay away from me. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

She’s still looking out, every weighted word is said towards the ocean and still I feel every jab just a heavy on my chest.

She’s so beautiful, too beautiful. I’m selfish in this moment for almost being glad she came, just so I could look at her, really look at her one last time. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, as well as her nose slightly pinkish. Long thick lashes curl up to almost touch her eyebrows. Her lips only taunt me in their perfection, rounded and red, making my desire to take them into my own that little bit more violent.

I understand what she wants, but I don’t want her to want it. But I have to give her this, if I truly love her, I have to let her go. But if this is the last conversation we ever have, I don’t want it to end here.

“What do you remember from last night?” the question escapes my lips before I can filter it.

Still she does not meet my eye, “are you not listening to me?” she’s agitated, annoyed and desperately trying not to glare at me in fear of making eye contact.

“I will do whatever you ask,” I tell her, praying she could hear my earnestness, thick in my throat, “I promise you-“

She scoffs cutting me off, “yeah because promises went far last time.”

A pang of shame attacks my heart, it aches and pulsates in agony. It’s my own fault and part of me is guilty it isn’t writhing more, I suppose it’s still holding out for some false hope.

“I swear it on my life and yours,” I say, slowly, “I’ll do whatever you ask. But please, please tell me. What do you remember from last night?”

“Nothing,” her voice almost softens, it’s not as harsh as before but not as sweet as I remembered.

It stings. Reality usually does, but I don’t think I’ve felt it this strongly since Emily died. I’d thought maybe somewhere there would’ve been part of her that remembered her confession, part of her that believed it. All I know for sure is I’m not going to say a word about it, I owe her far more than that and despite how much I want her, crave her, need her, I can’t do this to her.

“Absolutely nothing?” I murmur, wondering if words were even being processed by my brain anymore because I don’t remember thinking them.

“I drank a load of alcohol and then went to my room,” she replies briskly, her frostiness returning like an icy sheet on a winters day, “next thing I know I wake up with you next to me.”

“So you don’t remember anything you said?” I push, testing the waters.

If this truly is our last conversation, I need to know for sure that she doesn’t remember anything, that I should forget like she’s already forgotten.

“No and quite frankly I don’t care Grayson,” she groans, eyes blazing with a fury I wasn’t used to, “I’m tired of this vicious circle. You messed up and no amount of apologising is going to save you now.”

“I love you,” I blurt out.

I can’t help it. She’s everything to me and she needs to know it, even if she doesn’t believe it.

She shakes her head, almost sadly, “and clearly that’s not enough.”

“It is enough,” I say desperately.

I understand why she can’t see this like I do. I understand why she won’t consider it. I understand I’ve hurt her beyond her limit.

“This is what I mean by a vicious circle,” she chokes out, “we’re back to the same place again. You tell me you love me, then I ask why you did what you did, you say you don’t know and I can’t forgive and forget it.”

“I’m not asking you to,” I tell her, “but you know it as well as I do, we’ll go crazy without each other. I’m already losing it and so are you-“

“Oh thanks,” she scoffs, sarcasm clinging to her tone, “good way to win me back there, telling me I’m a mental case, real attractive.”

I wince then regain composure.

“You don’t drink,” I say, “you’ve never been a heavy drinker and now what? You suddenly are.”

“I’m allowed to do what I want,” she spits back, “habitual or not.”

Something about the way she is so defensive about being so reckless makes me feel sick to my stomach. I don’t want to be the reason she destroys her health.

“So you expect me to sit back and watch you hurt yourself!” I yell, suddenly angry, more with myself than ever at her.

“Well you’ve had no problem hurting me before,” she snaps, her voice almost acidic.

I fall silent. What is there left to say? She’s right. She has me backed into a corner of speechlessness. I’ve run out of defences to plead.

“You know what Grayson, it’s fine,” she says bitterly, harshly wiping away tears, “people move on I get it but couldn’t you have just said it to my face before you went behind my back? You knew, you knew I was insecure about her and you still went ahead and kissed her. What kind of sick person does that?”

She looks like she’s physically in pain, it agonises me to even watch her, let alone realise that I’m the one who caused this. Guilt consumed me so long ago and yet it feels like my first taste all over again.

“I don’t know how to tell you this again,” I fumble over my words, my hands shaking, “it meant nothing, I felt nothing.”

“Then what made you do it?” she sobs, “what made you do it?”

“I don’t know,” I ramble, “she was there and she was upset and I felt bad and I’d just spent the last 24 hours with her and she reminded me of you and so I got confused-“

“Confused.” she says darkly, she looks livid, “Confused? We’re completely different fucking people, Grayson. Please don’t try and feed me that excuse because it won’t wash with me!”

“I don’t know, I really don’t then,” I reply, holding my hands up to surrender, “I don’t know why this happened or how, all I know is that I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.”

“Good,” she snaps, “as you should, now are you done here?”

I look at her longingly, my eyes latching to her body. I don’t want this to be goodbye but if it has to be then I want to remember every inch of her.

“If you promise me you’ll be careful,” I murmur, barely audible.

Her face scrunches up, “don’t tell me what to do.”

“You scared me last night,” I admit, softening my voice.

“I’m a grown woman Grayson,” she sneers, saying my name so coldly I feel it burn in my chest, “I can do what I like, I don’t care if it scared you, get your big boy pants on and get over it.”

“That wasn’t you,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” she laughs gently with a bitterness caught in her throat, “and I thought this wasn’t you but I was wrong too.”

“I don’t want you to waste away because of me,” I tell her.

“Oh, you do like to flatter yourself,” she shakes her head with a sad smile, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

I look at her as earnestly as I can, “I’m serious.”

“Grayson if I scared you so much,” she states simply, folding her arms across her chest and taking a dangerous step closer, “then why not just leave?”

“I couldn’t leave you like that,” I reply with the truth because I’ve lied far too much.

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” my voice cracks, “and no matter how much you scare me that fact doesn’t change.”

“You should’ve left,” she replies coldly, staring dead at me, like she’s trying to keep her emotions in check to defy the glistening tear stains on her cheeks.

“I know,” I respond quietly, “and I tried but you asked me to stay.”

“I was drunk,” she exclaims, raising her voice, “and being an idiot, I didn’t know what I was saying!”

“And if I’d left would you be any happier?” I shoot back, anger taking hold for that split second.

She falters, “no because the bottom line is you’ve hurt me more than I know I could hurt, so nothing you do can be worse.”

My heart throbs.

“I’m sorry,” I say, knowing the word will never be enough.

“That’s meaningless to me,” she shakes her head.

“I know but I’ll still say it until I’m blue in the face,” I shrug.

“Be my guest,” she replies, stepping backwards, “it’ll still be meaningless.”

She’s stepping away, she wants this to come to an end, she’s scared it won’t. I don’t want to let her go but I will. I ask myself if this is our last conversation. If so, I have to take the gamble.

“Being away from you is torturing me,” I say.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you had your lips on hers,” she only shrugs in reply, opting for her stony tone, unsympathetic eyes meeting my own pleading ones.

“I know it’s torturing you too,” I whisper.

The world comes to a standstill for a moment and I feel like I’m in a place between life and death. A surreal sort of slowed experience where it doesn’t feel quite real but not quite synthetic either. Waiting for her to reply sucks the oxygen from my lungs.

“Of course it is, you idiot,” she groans, “I’ve got double the torture because not only am I now alone, I was betrayed by someone who I thought loved me.”

“I do love you,” I tell her.

I hope she can hear the emotion in my throat. She knows me well enough to know I could hide it, but I don’t want to. I want her to know that I feel more for her than I’ve ever felt for anyone else on this planet. I need her to know that she is everything to me.

“Empty words Grayson, all of them,” she replies. It’s what happens when you hurt someone so pure too many times, you ruin them. “The ones you said before and the ones you’re saying now, they’re meaningless to me,” she shrug.

It feels like it’s the end and it is consolidated as so when she walks away from me. She’s finished, she’s done. War is over.

But selfish me can’t let her do that, selfish me is still fighting, selfish me is taking over my brain and selfish me needs to try one last thing, as awful as it is, he has to.

“No they’re not,” I say loudly.

She stops, frozen in place. Her head whips around, fast, “are you seriously doing this?”

Her eyes blaze with the purest of fury. I begin to think I’ve done the wrong thing, but there’s no turning back now.

“You told me you loved me last night,” I blurt out.

I can’t believe it’s come to this. I hadn’t wanted it to but I don’t feel regret. I can’t hide this from her too.

She stares me dead in the eye, “I know.”

The wave of shock almost knocks me flat.

“You know?” I gape, jaw dropping. This whole time she knew and she just didn’t say anything.

“Of course,” she tusks, rolling her eyes, “I said the stupid words.”

“But you said-“

“I lied,” she snaps sharply cutting me off.

My eyebrows furrow, “why?”

“This reason,” she points to the both of us as my eyebrows draw together even tighter, “to avoid this.”

“What is this?” I ask. I need to clarity, I need to know what’s going on inside her head.

“This conversation,” she says, “I don’t want it.”

“Why?” I ask again, the painstaking monotony of the word making me feel like a petulant child.

“Because,” she meets my eye and her voice wavers for a moment, “I don’t want to look you in the eye and tell you it’s over again, because this time I don’t think I’ll cope.”

“Then don’t tell me it’s over,” I blurt out.

I never think straight when she’s involved, it’s always this mess of chaos in my brain and I say and do things without thought, without fear, without overthinking,

“But it is Grayson,” she replies, pain ripping through her voice, “it was over the moment you put your lips on hers.”

“I don’t love her,” I tell her again, she’ll never hear it enough but if I stop saying it I fear she’ll believe I do.

She shakes her head and her bottom like trembles, “that doesn’t change what happened.”

“How can I prove it to you?” I ask, trying to reach out for her in my desperation, “what can I do?”

She moves away so my hands can’t clasp hers. I’ll beg her in my hands and knees if I must.

“Grayson you have to understand that I can’t trust you anymore,” she explains, “and how can I be in a relationship with you if I don’t trust you.”

“I don’t know,” I murmur, “but we could try, you could rebuild the trust.”

She pauses for a long while, not moving, barely breathing. She limbs rest still as she analyses me, her eyes trailing up and down me slowly until they finally meet my eye and stop themselves from wondering. I can only hope she sees how much I mean it, the eyes are the window to the soul, she once told me. How clear is that window now?

She takes one step in, a single tear glistening as it rolls down her cheeks, “how do I know you don’t love her,” she whispers.

I take her face into my palms and I kiss her, deeply, smoothly. I say a thousand words without uttering a sound and I already know she feels every single one of them before we’ve stopped.

We break away naturally, “because I didn’t kiss her like that,” I say breathlessly.

“I won’t forgive you with just a kiss,” she shakes her head, pushing me away gently, “you can’t win me over with sweet talk.”

“I know,” I murmur, fingertips lingering like a ghost touch on her hips.

“And if we’re going to be us again it’s going to take time,” she responds, taking a step away so my hands fall from her body and we’re just two people looking at each other, “a long time.”

“I’m fine with waiting,” I tell her, “I’ll wait forever just to be with you.”

Every word is the truth, every word I mean.

She looks at me and I can’t quite read her, though she looks in deep thought, “you have the next stage of the game now,” she reminds me quietly.

“I don’t care,” I shrug.

And I don’t. This stupid game has caused me nothing but misery and I don’t want any part of it anymore.

“Go,” she whispers with a smile that still looked sadder than usual, “I need time.”

My heart clenches.

“Forever, I’ll wait forever.”

a/n: ahhh it’s so bittersweet to end this series!! I can’t believe how much it grew, starting from that one little fic to this whole story I somehow created?! special shout-out to @inmyheaddd and @midiosaamor for being my biggest cheerleaders 💘💘 I love you with all of my heart and thank you so much, but also thank you so so so INSANELY much to anyone else who had liked, commented or read this fic, it means more than anything to me

okay so this is PROBABLY a controversial ending because she doesn’t get back with him but she doesn’t not get back with him, I’ll leave the decision to you guys… (I know it leans towards she probably will BUTTTT hear me out: this is fiction and I wanted the main character to end with with grayson and I think it’s not like she just got back with him, she has conditions, she’s being cautious, but her love is so overwhelming that she still wants to be with him even though he brain is telling her no)

ANYWAYS i hope you enjoyed this final part, a little bit of me is scared it’s too underwhelming but I liked it :)) thank you all again <33

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Telemachus Art - Gigi

Telemachus sat in his cosy bed as the velvety darkness of evening enveloped the room, the soft glow of the flickering fire casting playful shadows on the walls. The gentle breeze drifted through the windows, rustling the light, gauzy curtains, almost as if nature itself was trying to soothe him. The rhythmic sounds of the sea, with the distant waves lapping against the shore,

With his back comfortably resting against the headboard, he found his gaze wandering to the intricately patterned ceiling above him. Despite the setting's tranquillity, his thoughts were tumultuously fixated on Y/n. The ache of her absence tugged at his heart, an overwhelming longing that made him yearn for her warmth. He envisioned her wrapped safely in his arms, the two of them cocooned together in a bubble of joy. He longed to feel her soft hair slipping through his fingers, dreaming of intertwining their bodies beneath the gentle flicker of the firelight as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, together.

But he perked up as his door slowly creaked open, without even thinking he grabbed his sword’s hilt from the side of his bed.

“Telemachus?” Y/n whispered,

She peeked inside sheepishly, her lavender nightgown cascading to the floor like a whisper of soft fabric, the rich hue catching the dim light of the room. A delicate white shawl draped around her shoulders, intricately woven with floral patterns. Her hair flowed freely down her back in loose, shimmering waves, framing her face and not hiding her eye.

“Y/n!” He sat up excitedly, “what are you doing here, darling?” he asked, making sure to keep himself concealed by the sheets.

“I can’t sleep.” she whimpers,”

“Awwww, me either.” he cooed, “Maybe we can keep each other comfortable,”

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all, my darling,” he smiled, “Come on, you’re more than welcome to my sweet future wife.” He patted his bed suggestively,

She smiled softly, a delicate flush rising to her cheeks as she gently closed the door behind her. The quiet click of the latch echoed in the stillness of the room. With a shy grace, she approached the bed, the fabric of her nightgown whispering against her skin. Once she reached the edge, she pulled the hem of her gown to her knees, revealing a glimpse of smooth, fair skin. Slowly, she crawled onto the bed, each movement deliberate and graceful, and settled onto the unused half, the mattress yielding softly beneath her.

Telemachus contentedly fluffed his plush pillow, the soft fabric yielding to his touch, and pulled the crisp, cool sheets snugly around him. He settled onto his side, his face turned towards her, a gentle smile playing on his lips. The comforting scent of freshly laundered linens enveloped him, adding to the serene atmosphere of the evening. “Hi,”

“Hi,” She blushed,

“You feel comfy?”

“Mhm,” she nodded, “You’re bed’s very soft,”

“Yeah, I like a soft bed,” he smiled, “Isn’t your bed soft?”

“Not really, I only have a little bed in a room with my brother.”

“Oh?” He gasped, “I can get you your own room if you’d like?”

“No, it’s alright he will just come stay in my room anyway,”

He nodded, “Well, you’re always welcome to come cuddle in my bed,”

“I can?”

“Of course, you can,” He smiled, “Come here,” he smiled pouting his lips,

She giggled and closed the gap between them, and pressed her lips to his.

He happily kissed back and wrapped his arms softly around her waist as they shared soft and tender kisses. When they pulled back he smiled smugly and dreamy-eyed. “How about you come here?” he cooed tapping his chest suggestively,

“Really?” She blushed,

“Yeah, come on, come here.” He smiled,

Without even hesitating Y/n came closer and laid her head on Telemachus’ chest. Her cheek against his peck, her hand against his stomach. Telemachus happily rested his cheek against her head, one hand wrapped around her and set his hand softly on the soft fabric of her nightgown on her waist. While the other settled into her hair and stroked softly through her hair. He sighed happily as he felt so warm and content with her in his arms.

“This is perfect,”

“Mhm,” she agreed,

“I feel so much better when you’re in my arms,” He smiled, “So perfect, so utterly whole.”

“As do I.” She sighed happily, “Like I’m home.”

“Home.” He nodded, “You are my soul’s home, Y/n.”

She nodded, “And you are mine Telemachus.” she smiled,

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Y/n?” He whispered,

“Ummm?” she hummed,

“I want you to meet my mother, the queen.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do,” He smiled, “I want to marry you, I want you to be my wife and queen. So you should meet my mother.”

“I’d be delighted, Telemachus.”

“Perfect,” He cooed kissing her forehead again,

The two nestled together on the bed, wrapped in soft, warm sheets. They chatted easily, their voices a gentle murmur that filled the cozy room, as the glow from the fireplace flickered around them. They exchanged thoughts about the little things—plans for the meeting tomorrow, whimsical ideas for their wedding day, and dreams of a future filled with laughter and love. Each topic flowed seamlessly into the next, sparking joyful laughter and light-hearted debates. As the night wore on, they shared their hopes for a house filled with family and love. The hours slipped away unnoticed until, finally, exhaustion settled in. With their hearts full and spirits high, they succumbed to a peaceful slumber, enveloped in each other's arms.

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uceyliyahh · 3 months ago

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GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), mention of blood, guns.

word count: 9.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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zillafatu replied to your story: avoiding my messages I sent you I see he must be putting in that work baby girl

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uceyjucey replied to your story: yall two are made for each other bc why is she like this?🤣

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romanreigns replied to your story: when is yall gonna make it official? Instead of doing this private shi im tryna meet her dawg

trinity_fatu replied to your story: you gon stop playing with me Jonathan I fucking hate you

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Charlotte, Greensboro - 8:30AM

The melodious chirping of birds filled the air as golden sunlight streamed through the curtains. In the cozy Airbnb, everyone enjoyed a peaceful slumber, savoring the weekend before Monday arrived. Genesis and Jimmy nestled together in bed, her head resting gently on his chest while he lay on his back, snoring softly like a contented bear.

Genesis was the first to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She found herself nestled against Jimmy's chest, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist. A rumble from her stomach reminded her of her hunger, prompting her to rise and prepare breakfast for everyone before they awoke.

She tried to shift Jimmy's arm from her waist, but he only pulled her in tighter, his face nestled against her neck. With a soft sigh, she wondered how to free herself from this big boy's embrace. Glancing down, she couldn't help but admire his handsome features as he slept soundly, his face buried in her neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she gently massaged his scalp, eliciting a deep groan from his lips. His hand slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks with a firm squeeze, which brought a playful grin to her face.

Her stomach rumbled once more, prompting a deep sigh as she tried to escape his hold, but then his deep voice broke through her thoughts.

“Gigi, where you going?” Jimmy inquired with a low, gravelly voice that hinted at his drowsiness.

She looked down at him, noticing his barely open eyes fixed on her, sending a shiver down her spine, particularly due to the deep timbre of his morning voice.

“I’m hungry, I gotta fix us something to eat, you can go back to sleep.” Genesis responded with a softer tone.

She could feel his soft, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline, making her want to linger in bed with him just a bit longer. “Stay in bed with me baby.”

“Jimmy, I gotta cook breakfast honey.” A new nickname slipped from her lips as Jimmy began rubbing circles around her ass cheeks before giving her ass a smack. “Let someone else do it, I’m tryna stay in the bed with you.”

Genesis felt his aroused member pressing against her wetness, prompting a playful chuckle from her.

“Nah, you tryna eat something else and that has to wait pretty boy.”

“But you wet for me ain’t you? I can feel her.” His fingers glided down to her clit, gently massaging it in slow, circular motions that made her let out a soft moan.

He looked up at her, noticing her dazed expression as he gently slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and moisture that enveloped him. She was incredibly aroused, and he reveled in it—a soft gasp escaped her lips while Jimmy showered her neck with tender kisses, listening to her gentle moans.

“you hear that baby? you hear how super wet you are for me? Hmm, so fucking wet.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“J-Jimmy, I have to g-go—“ She began to speak, but his lips swiftly silenced her, sealing her words as his tongue danced within her mouth while his fingers moved rhythmically in and out.

“Stay yo’ cute ass right here so I can fuck this pussy out.” He continued to delve his fingers deep inside her, expertly finding her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

His lips grazed her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses while he watched her surrender to his touch. He could feel her desire, the way she was utterly soaked for him, and how she clenched around his fingers.

“keep clenching on my fingers baby. taking my fingers so good baby.”

“am i daddy?”

“Yes baby, yes.” As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she felt herself lost in a galaxy of ecstasy, breathlessly calling out his name, proclaiming her devotion as his and his alone.

With her eyes shut tight, Genesis tilted her head back in ecstasy, surrendering to the waves of pleasure as his fingers relentlessly stimulated her g-spot, sending her spiraling into a blissful trance.

“Look at me Gigi.” In an instant, she obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open to connect with his rich, dark gaze. As she bit her lower lip, his fingers picked up speed, urging her to arch her back in pleasure.

“F-fuckk, Jimmy.” She let out a soft cry, completely engulfed by the waves of pleasure he was giving her.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you princess? Such a good girl for me.” He snarled as he plunged his fingers deep into her drenched core. “Talk to me baby.”

“It feels so good Jimmy, so goodd.” He maintained his steady rhythm, pushing his fingers in and out with fluidity.

Their lips met with an intense fervor, engulfing them in a whirlwind of passion—Genesis struggled to keep up, swept away by the wave of pleasure that coursed through her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, yearning for liberation, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He could feel her approaching the brink of bliss, as his fingers expertly caressed her g-spot, driving her closer to the height of pleasure.

The only noise that echoed around them was the steady rhythm of his palm meeting her soft skin, as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with a smooth elegance.

“Gonna cum, it’s coming Jimmy. fuck it’s coming.” Genesis exhaled, her legs trembling beneath her.

“I can feel her mamas, let it all out for daddy.” Jimmy encouraged her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl so fucking pretty.”

She surrendered completely, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her climax surged through her like an overwhelming tidal wave. Her warm, creamy essence coated his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the exquisite sensitivity of his caress.

The fluid cascaded down to her most private region as he tenderly slid his fingers in and out, keeping a deliberate pace before ultimately pulling them away.

He stared at his fingers, slick with the rich, creamy mixture, relishing the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

Genesis gasped for breath, her chest heaving from the powerful climax she experienced earlier this morning, while Jimmy tenderly kissed her neck to soothe her racing heart.

“You still gon’ make some breakfast for everybody?” He asked.

“Mhm, especially for a big man like yourself.” She managed to get out while still catching her breath.

“I hope I didn’t wake nobody up because of you, you fucking idiot.” Genesis shoved him playfully as she got up from his grasp while heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Jimmy placed his hands behind his head watching her purposefully sway her hips to gain his attention to come take a shower with her and he did go inside of the bathroom while shutting the door behind him.

As Genesis finished preparing breakfast, everyone was already awake, enjoying their meals in the living room or gathered around the dining table, engrossed in a show on the TV. She set her own plate aside and began to prepare one for Jimmy when suddenly, she felt two sets of arms encircle her waist.

The moment she caught a whiff of his signature body wash and lotion, she recognized it was Jimmy. He nestled his neck against her shoulder, watching her prepare his plate. Meanwhile, Jey and Jade observed the couple in the kitchen, noting how Genesis's face radiated joy with every little gesture from Jimmy.

“They got to be fucking on the low, I never seen Genesis this happy.” Jey said as Jade nodded her head in agreement.

“I mean they post each other a lot on their stories on Instagram so they must be very close.” Jade responded.

“Did she give you any details?” Jade shot him a questioning glance, curious if Jimmy had shared any insights about his relationship with Genesis.

The couple was caught in a playful exchange, with Jimmy leaning closely against her as he admired her. Jade's attention was drawn to a ring on Genesis's left hand, a promise ring that looked just like the one Genesis had shared on her social media.

As they pieced together the clues, she nudged Josh and said, "Hey, your brother gifted her a promise ring for her birthday! Look, that's the same one she shared in her story." Jade then revealed Genesis's highlights, titled 'lover🩷'.

They were looking into whether Jimmy and Her were in a relationship, as it seemed they were putting on a facade around them. This was understandable, given their desire for privacy. It was during this time that Jey noticed Jimmy's tattoo in one of the highlights.

“Yeah, they’re most definitely dating on the low. You think Gigi will give him the green light for them to make it official?” He asked.

“Most definitely, Genesis is happy with your brother. And he’s been taking care of her since we should’ve known the moment they share that kiss together at the club and the signs were there too.” She said.

“We dumb as hell.” Him and Jade chuckled at each other.

As Jimmy tenderly pressed gentle kisses along her neck, his hands explored her curves, playfully nibbling on her earlobe. "Make sure to add an extra slice of bacon for me, darling."

“Jimmy, you have to save the rest for everyone else who wants extras.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody finna have extras. They finna be full after one whole plate c’mon mamas please.” His desperate kisses brushed against her neck, making their way to her left cheek, as she let out a sigh while placing another strip of bacon on his plate.

She set the tongs atop the bowl, reached for her plate, and passed Jimmy his as they stepped outside to relish the refreshing breeze, escaping the crowd inside.

Genesis settled into her chair, with Jimmy taking a seat beside her as they started their breakfast. While they ate, Genesis browsed her social media, noticing a flurry of likes on her earlier story, including yet another message from Zilla.

Ever since he sent her those photos of her and Jimmy at the mall, she has been avoiding him, terrified that he continues to stalk her—making her feel utterly unsafe.

“Damn, Gigi. This is so good you gotta feed me forever mamas.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him.

“You know imma feed you honey, you my man of course.” Genesis said as her eyes lit up when she said that as she looked at Jimmy who was smirking at her noticing her slip up.

“I’m your what mamas?”

She tried to play dumb with him, “I don’t know whatchu talkin’ about sir.”

“Un-Un, say it like you mean it baby.” He longed for her to echo her previous words—he yearned for her to assert her connection to him just as he had embraced her.

Genesis feigned ignorance, focusing on her meal until the sound of his chair scraping against the floor made her glance up, her gaze meeting his imposing height as he stood before her.

He gently set her phone aside and shifted her food on the table to prevent any spills, then they swapped places—he settled into her chair while she perched on his lap, his hands firmly gripping her hips to hold her steady.

“Say that again baby.” Jimmy said softly.

“What?” Genesis feigned ignorance as she probed him, all the while feeling his grip tighten around her throat, drawing her face nearer to his. “That I’m yo’ man Gigi, why you keep playing with me?”

“I’m not playing with you big daddy.” Her voice became a gentle whisper as she gazed into his rich, chocolate-brown eyes, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. “Then claim me just like how I be claiming you princess.”

She hesitated to claim what was hers, afraid it might drive him away. The concern in her eyes was evident as he tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere baby you know I’m yours Gigi.”

“I know. I’m just scared that’s all.”

“Well I’m yo’ man right?”

She sighed while rolling her eyes playfully, “yes you is my man and I gotta take care of you honey.” Genesis smiled at him while cradling his chin rubbing against his beard as she felt him kiss her neck.

She cherished how he expressed his love and affection, fully aware that it was exactly what she needed—and he truly grasped her essence. “You gon’ take care of me baby?” He says while placing wet kisses on her neck.

“Yes, imma take care of you Jimmy. I’ll give you all of the massages in the world, especially after your matches. Feed you. Stroke you or suck you up.” Jimmy envisioned her devouring his very essence, while he released his warmth across her features; the thought alone made him throb with desire.

“Hmm, you gon’ lemme paint on that pretty ass face?”

“Yes, honey I will swallow it too and show you.” She felt him smack her ass as she felt his stiff member against her grey Nike shorts. “You so nasty baby, my pretty little baby.” All of these compliments he was throwing her way made her blush something she hasn’t felt in a while after being with Quincy for five years.

They playfully exchanged flirtations as they wrapped up their breakfast in the backyard, with her perched on his lap, engaged in conversation while he gently stroked her thighs.

She elaborated on how her father was absent from her life until her mother found a new partner, leading her to meet her stepfather. Although she had once wished for a bond with her biological father, as time passed, she found herself drifting away from that desire, growing increasingly attached to her stepfather instead.

Jimmy appreciated her honesty about her past, something he had longed for from the start. He was even considering booking a flight for her to meet his parents, especially since he had noticed his dad frequently commenting on her social media posts.

“Is yo’ people still around? I would love to meet them.” Jimmy asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, they live in Atlanta right now I’m telling you they be moving around a lot.” Genesis said.

“Understandable, when can I meet them because I want you to meet my people.” Her eyes widened in surprise at his request for her to meet his family. The thought of facing his parents filled her with dread, as she always feared such encounters—anxious about whether they would accept her.

Quincy's parents held a low opinion of her, mistakenly believing she was after their son's wealth, despite the fact that he had little to offer. Meanwhile, Genesis was a successful journalist with her own career, making the idea of her being a gold digger utterly nonsensical.

“Whenever you wanna go to Atlanta to meet them honey.”

“Well, do you want to meet my people first then?”

“Um, yeah sure.” Jimmy detected the hesitation in her tone as he arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t sound too sure about it.”

“No, I am. I just hope they like me and don’t think I’m a gold digger.” He knew that she was referring to Quincy as he intertwined his fingers with hers—kissing them gently. “My family is going to love you, including my mama.”

A radiant smile spread across her face as she nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her, lifting the burdens from her shoulders, and she clung to the hope that his words about his family were indeed genuine.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She said.

“A’ight then mama, let’s head back inside before they start trippin.”

Genesis and Jade splashed around in the pool, exchanging juicy gossip about the latest happenings in the ladies' locker room, eager to uncover the secrets of who was involved with whom.

While they were chatting away, Genesis's phone chimed, drawing her attention. She quickly stepped out of the pool to check who was messaging her, suspecting it was Jimmy asking for some photos since he was at the gym with his brother and Cody.

As she clicked on the message, a wave of dread washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, twisting it in knots. The screen revealed yet another mysterious message from Zilla, accompanied by a snapshot of her and Jade splashing in the pool. She glanced around, searching for the unseen observer capturing these intimate moments.

That’s when she read the message that he had sent.

Unknown Number: Damn you looking hella good in that bathing suit baby girl I’m surprised Jimmy hasn’t fucked you yet—hell probably didn’t even touch you just remember once you slip up you ass is mine 😈

Her heart raced with excitement upon reading the message; she needed to inform Jimmy right away. Just then, Jade emerged from the pool, drawing her attention as she approached to find out what was happening.

“Gigi? You good?” Jade asked as Genesis looked at her.

Jade sensed that something was amiss when she noticed the fear reflected in Genesis' eyes. Her gaze shifted to her phone, and she quickly snatched it up, recalling the message she had just read along with the photos of her and Genesis enjoying their time in the pool.

She noticed Genesis was experiencing a panic attack, pulling her close against her damp chest before she spoke. "No way are we letting this happen to you again, Gigi. You deserve happiness. Send this to Jimmy right now," she urged, gently patting Genesis on the back in an effort to soothe her.

Genesis's hands trembled as she sent the screenshot to Jimmy, desperate to uncover who was invading her privacy. She couldn't even savor her weekend, knowing Zilla had someone snapping photos of her without permission. The anxiety consumed her, making each breath feel like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“Breathe In and Out Gigi, he’s not going to get you. We are here for you okay?” Genesis nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

As she glanced at her phone, they noticed it vibrate, revealing a message from Jimmy in response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: When was this?

She let go of Jade and texted him back.

Gigi🤍: a few minutes ago I thought it was you texting me for some pictures or something come to find out it was your cousin I feel like he has someone to take pictures of me and I’m scared Jimmy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: don’t worry Gigi, we gonna get em fasho me and Jey finna find out who it is and they will be dealt with aight?

Gigi🤍: okay just be careful ion want nun happening to you

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: baby yk imma be strapped just in case aight? I gotchu mama

Gigi🤍: okay daddy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep on Gigi

Gigi🤍: what daddy? I’m not doing anything 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight imma see you when I get home

Gigi🤍: 🙃🙃

After texting Jimmy about the situation, she finally found her composure. She suggested to Jade that they should go inside the house before Zilla sends her any more pictures.

They both returned indoors, securing the sliding door as Genesis ascended the stairs to enjoy a refreshing shower and change into something cozy.

At the gym, Jimmy was focused on his bench press, with Jey standing by as his spotter, ready to assist if needed. However, Jey's mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of tracking down the individual who had been invading Genesis's privacy by snapping her pictures.

He was infuriated by that screenshot of Zilla and the images of her; he was eager to uncover the identity of the person responsible so he could crush them into the dirt.

“So what’s happening now twin?” Jey asked.

“We gotta find this fucking person who is taking these pictures of Gigi, ion like that shit.” Jimmy replied, lifting the metal bar high before lowering it back to his chest.

Jey raised an eyebrow at him, “it’s happening again? I thought we already dealt with Zilla ass twin?”

“Nah, he got someone else to do his dirty work for him knowing that we’ll catch his ass and we need to find out who this person is before shit gets worse.” Jey nodded in assent as he assisted his brother, carefully repositioning the metal bar onto the safety pins on the rack.

Jimmy rose from the bench, clutching his water bottle. He took a refreshing sip, feeling the cool liquid cascade into his stomach, before setting the bottle down beside him.

“How’s Gigi feeling about this?” He asked.

“She feels scared and worried about it twin, I don’t want her feeling like that.” Jimmy says with a heavy sigh.

Jey came towards Jimmy’s way patting him on his back as Jimmy looked up at him, “look uce, we gonna spin the block and find this person along with handling their asses aight?” Jimmy smiled at his twin brother dabbing him up as they hugged it out.

“Don’t worry we're gonna handle it and I’ll be right there with you.”

Once they finished their workouts, he and Jey set out to uncover the mystery behind the photos of Genesis. They cruised around the neighborhood, determined to track down the photographer, especially near the Airbnb where they were spending their weekend in Charlotte.

“Did Gigi say anything about what the person looked like?” Jey asked.

“Nah, she just sent me the screenshot of what Zilla had sent her.” Jimmy responded while driving around the neighborhood.

“Damn, we ain’t finna catch this fool if we don’t know what he looks like.” Jimmy and his twin brother made a pact to spend the entire night cruising around the block in search of this individual.

“Look, let’s just head back to the crib and wait it out to catch em.”

“A’ight then.” As Jimmy shifted the car into reverse, maneuvering it around before switching back to drive, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He couldn't shake the hope that they would track down the person responsible for those unsettling photos as they made their way home.

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At last, they arrived home. Jimmy pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. Stepping out of the driver's seat, he closed the door with a soft thud. He glanced around cautiously before securing the car door with a click, then fumbled with his keys as he prepared to unlock the house.

While he was engaged in that task, he and Jey heard a faint crack of a branch, drawing their attention. They scanned their surroundings again, suspecting it was just an animal scurrying through the yard. Once inside the house, they wiped their feet on the mat before proceeding.

In the living room, Jade was spotted among the crowd, either engaged in a game of Uno or absorbed in her phone. Meanwhile, Jimmy's gaze swept across the room, looking for Genesis, but she was conspicuously absent.

“Aye, where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“I think she’s upstairs, sleeping right now.” Jade responded as Jimmy nodded his head—heading upstairs towards the bedroom that they were sharing together.

As he swung the door open, he caught sight of her resting serenely in bed, one leg propped up and the other dangling down, forming a playful number four shape that made him chuckle. He quietly closed the door behind him and made his way toward her.

Draped in a snug brown nightgown that accentuated her figure, she wore a bonnet that accompanied her during her afternoon slumbers. As he approached, he gently pulled the blankets away, causing her to shift slightly in her dreams.

As he pressed his knee onto the bed, it dipped under his weight, and his hands glided over her curves. He leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her neck, eliciting a soft whine from her lips as she attempted to push away whoever was intruding behind her.

Without hesitation, he seized her by the ankles, pulling her slumbering form toward the bed's edge before nestling between her legs. Jimmy started to plant soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her neck.

He slid her nightgown straps down, revealing her breast as it spilled out. He took one in his hand, swirling his tongue around the nipple, making her squirm beneath him. Meanwhile, his fingers gradually found their way to her clit, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions.

Genesis stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she caught sight of Jimmy nursing at her breast.

“J-jimmyy, I was sleeping good.” Genesis let out a frustrated whine, prompting a chuckle from him.

He gently withdrew from her embrace, realizing her nightgown had slipped down to her waist, leaving her partially exposed before him—he pressed his lips to hers tenderly before gazing down at her.

“My fault mamas, just wanted to wake you up to something good.” As Jimmy kissed her jawline, his fingers danced in circular motions over her clit.

“J-Jimmy, honey.”

“What mamas? Daddy is craving his princess right now after not seeing her all day.” His voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill down her spine as her breath caught in her throat. “You can have me later, baby.”

“But I want you right now Gigi.” Just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock on the door interrupted them, prompting Jimmy to pull his hands away from beneath her nightgown and move towards the entrance.

He cracked the door open, revealing his twin brother with his arms crossed, waiting patiently.

“What’s up Twin?” Jimmy asked.

“Jade said she had heard something moving in the backyard where the pool is at and sounds like snapping outside from a camera.” Jey responded.

Jimmy looked back at Genesis then his brother before saying anything, “A’ight, let’s go check it out to see if it’s the same person who taking these photos of Gigi.” Jey had nodded his head telling him that he’ll wait on Jimmy to come downstairs to see the situation.

Jimmy approached Genesis, gently kissing her forehead while she tidied herself up. She noticed him retrieving his Glock from the dresser and sliding it into the waistband of his Nike shorts.

“I’ll be back Gigi.” He swung the door open, closing it firmly behind him as he descended the stairs, heading towards Jey, eager to discover what was unfolding outside.

They scanned their environment, ensuring that nothing suspicious was happening nearby—until a rustle caught their attention, prompting them to turn and glimpse a shadowy figure lurking in the background.

At first, Jimmy couldn't identify the creature, thinking it was just an animal, until it shifted again, revealing something in its hands. Jey quickly realized it was a face he nearly recognized, and as he approached, the features became unmistakable.

The person made eye contact with Jey with their eyes being wide open as they tried to make a run for it. “Aye! Bitch ass boy!” Jey ran after the person causing Jimmy to follow behind him.

Unbeknownst to the individual, these two men were seasoned football players, making them significantly quicker. As the person sprinted and leaped over fences, the duo effortlessly matched their pace, hot on their heels.

“Don’t fucking run!” Jey yelled at the individual trespassing into a neighbor's yard.

The individual was causing a ruckus, attempting to trip up Jimmy and Jey, but their plan backfired as they turned to find both of them closing in.

They relentlessly pursued the individual, who appeared to be growing weary from all the running. As the person attempted to scale a high surface, Jey swiftly yanked them down by the legs, gripping the hem of their hoodie, and delivered a powerful right hook to their face.

“Remove the fucking hoodie from their head.” Jimmy insisted while Jey pulled the hoodie off the person's head, and their eyes widened in shock.

“Quincy?”

—

Genesis anxiously walked in circles, her heart racing with worry for Jimmy and Jey. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and to her dismay, the last person she wanted to confront stood before her, flanked by Jimmy and Jey.

“Q-Quincy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Genesis questioned him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Quincy remarked.

“We found this fool behind the backyard taking pictures of you, fool had us chasing after his ass.”

Genesis stood with her arms crossed as Jimmy threw her the camera. She scrolled through the photos he had captured, her eyes widening when she stumbled upon the nude shots. Glancing up at Jimmy and then back at the camera, she offered a forced smile. Sensing her discomfort, he approached her, peering at the screen and noticing the revealing images, which made him cast a downward glance at Quincy.

“You’re a fucking creep why would you take these photos of me?” She asked.

“How else was I supposed to give you back all the money that I apparently stole.” He said.

Genesis scoffed at him, “you did steal all of my money, my hard earned money just so you could spend it all on that bitch you cheated on me with.”

Quincy had rolled his eyes at her smacking his teeth, “you still on that? I said I was sorry and that it happened so fast, I can see that you’d move on quickly after me.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now coming from his lips.

“What? You mad?”

“Yeah, I am mad because you moved on after divorcing me so you can be with this Samoan bitch.” Jimmy pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of Genesis.

“He’s your new nigga right?”

She gazes at Jimmy as he briefly meets her eyes before shifting his focus back to Quincy, who wears a smug grin. Genesis was determined to keep their relationship private, along with the secret of what she and Jimmy shared behind closed doors. It was no one else's concern; all that mattered was that he was her man and she was his woman—nothing more, nothing less. “It’s none of your business if he’s my nigga or not he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

Quincy chuckled at her, “that’s funny coming from you, I bet he hasn’t even touched you yet since you are all about being celibate and shit. He probably don’t know how to fuck you right like I can.” Genesis sensed Jimmy's hand resting on her waist, which drew Quincy's gaze as Jimmy attempted to discreetly indicate that they should find a secluded spot before he lost his composure.

Quincy is aware that he is getting under Jimmy's skin, provoking him in every possible way to observe his reactions. “Don’t keep him waiting too long or he’ll just find some pussy somewhere else I know his type.”

“You don’t know shit bitch, keep on.” Jimmy spat.

“Oh trust me I know enough, I know that your cousin should’ve finished the job but instead you have pretty white boy over here coming to save the day for poor Gigi.” Cody glanced over, bewildered, as he found himself caught in their discussion. “Maybe if he would’ve mind his business your cousin would’ve finished the job.”

Jimmy gripped Genesis' waist firmly, his fingers nearly pressing into her skin, but she welcomed it, understanding that he relied on her—she was his anchor, the only one who could soothe him apart from his brother and friends.

That’s when Cody had chimed in, “are you out of your fucking mind? Like what the fuck is wrong with you? Gigi is my best friend—their fucking cousin almost raped her and you think that’s okay?”

Quincy shrugged his shoulders not caring, “should’ve got the job done, you got all of these Samoan niggas all up on you thinking you sum special when you ain’t even all that Gigi.”

“Nigga, fuck you! You’ve put me through hell and back. You just mad because you wasn’t getting no pussy from me! But forced me to give it to you! And then have the fucking audacity to nut inside of me without my consent and I ended up getting pregnant and losing our child because of you!” Genesis shouted, feeling her heart pounding out of her chest.

Quincy just chuckled at her some more while sighing deeply, “maybe you should’ve just gave me some pussy Gigi then I wouldn’t have to force sex on you.”

Genesis wanted to run up on him and slap him in his face but Jimmy had held her back while shaking his head. “Bitch! I was not finna give you none! Especially if you hadn’t gone to get check out after you fuck that bitch to see if you had anything!”

Quincy looked at Jimmy then back at Genesis, “you fucked her yet? Or is she making you wait? Because trust me nigga she does have some good ass pussy. Shit you ass probably ain’t even better than me, can’t even hit all the right angles in her shit.”

A sinister chuckle escaped Jimmy as he nodded knowingly, his mind racing with thoughts shared with Genesis. They both understood the way he could make her moan and tug at his hair during their intimate moments. But would he dare to reveal that? Absolutely not.

“Imma let you assume whatever bitch, just know she’s safe with me.” Jimmy responded with a deep voice.

“So you working for our fucking cousin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, he contacted me about his situation with her and said he’ll pay me to pay off all of the money I apparently stole from her just by taking pictures of her and sending it his way.” Quincy explained before he could continue looking at Jimmy. “Baby girl, you better give that man the green light for some pussy and make it official before his stupid ass cheats on you next.”

Jimmy clenched his fist, poised to deliver a swift punch to this idiot's face if the insults continued—he leaned in close to Genesis, whispering something in her ear.

“Take me somewhere private before I beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy whispered as he looked at Jey giving him a signal to take Quincy outside and Beat his ass.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was visibly upset. She gently intertwined her small hands with his, guiding him to a more secluded space where he could calm down before emotions escalated. They made their way to the bedroom upstairs, where Genesis opened the door and led Jimmy inside, closing it softly behind them.

Jimmy pulled his hands away from hers, pacing anxiously as he fought the urge to confront Quincy. She stood by, hesitant to approach him due to his anger, yet aware that she was the only one who could soothe him. Gathering her courage, she gradually moved closer, positioning herself in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she sensed his hands gliding beneath her nightgown, gently cradling her curves before he nestled his face against her neck. With each caress, she felt him unwind under her touch, his lips planting soft, lingering kisses along her jaw and neck.

“I wanna beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“I know you do honey, you can do that while I’m not down there. Ion wanna see that.” Genesis responded by placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know baby.” She showered him with soft, lingering kisses on his neck and face, feeling his arousal grow as he pressed his solid desire against her.

In that moment, he took her hand and guided it into his Nike shorts, allowing her to feel his arousal as she began to stroke him, her fingers gliding over the warmth of his pre-cum.

“I need something from you mamas.” He whispered.

“Anything you want Jimmy.” She whispered softly.

As she knelt down, tugging at his waistband, they instinctively distanced themselves. In response, he lowered his Nike shorts and boxers, revealing his impressive, thick member that nearly brushed against her face as she gazed in awe.

She playfully extended her tongue as he gently tapped his member against it, just before she could encircle his impressive length with her petite hands. She planted teasing kisses along its length, prompting him to cradle her chin, compelling her to gaze up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes.

“You gon’ take care of me baby? I need to get all of this pressure off of me Gigi.”

She kissed the tip of his cock, “you know imma take care of you honey, lemme suck all of the anger and pent up frustration out.”

He loved the way she treated him with so much care, “hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. take this shit off too.” She complied with his request, sliding the straps of her nightgown down and allowing it to cascade to the floor, revealing her bare form—she started to caress him rhythmically before taking him into her mouth, prompting him to arch his back in ecstasy while she maintained her gaze on him.

Genesis swayed her head rhythmically, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft while her tongue playfully circled the tip, delighting in the sweet sounds of his moans as she embraced her dominance.

With one hand tangled in her hair, he felt Genesis take him deeper, struggling to restrain his hips from instinctively thrusting, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.

He observed as she took him deep into her throat, Genesis easing her muscles as she looked up at him. With a playful touch, she lavished attention on his balls while rhythmically stroking his shaft, prompting him to arch his back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Gigi.” He moaned.

Genesis traced her thumb around the tip of his manhood, making him squeeze his thighs together and roll his eyes back in ecstasy. She resumed her oral pleasure, causing her to gag momentarily, but eventually relaxed her throat to take him deeper.

She took him in her mouth, struggling slightly as she reveled in the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her tongue danced along his length, making him quiver and tremble with delight.

“Take care of me so well baby.” A deep, throaty groan slipped from his mouth as Genesis's hands glided beneath his hoodie, exploring every inch of his chest.

She let out a soft moan as she pressed her lips against him, her saliva glistening and sliding down her cheek while her tongue danced around his shaft.

As her throat eased, she permitted him to slide deeper, taking him in fully while looking up at him with a gaze of submission.

She found herself in a captivating rhythm, feeling his member pulse within her mouth, while her own desire surged, her core drenched and aching, ready to leap at him in an instant.

Her thumb grazed his sensitive tip, sending him soaring to cloud nine for a fleeting moment. "Damn, mama, damn," Jimmy thought he was on the verge of losing himself completely.

As he pressed against her throat, the sensation of his tightening balls accompanied the rhythm of her movements, his slightly curved member brushing against her, and she welcomed it without hesitation.

The only sounds that filled the air were the messy, wet noises escaping her lips, with drool cascading down her cheeks. She adored the way he sounded and was unashamed to express her delight.

She was determined to nurture him during his recovery, mirroring the way he always cared for her; Genesis felt his hands gently stroking her cheeks, his gaze locked onto her innocent eyes, as a surge of desire coursed through him, making him roll his eyes in pleasure.

“Genesis, fuck Gigi. I’m finna cum baby.” He plunged his hips deeply into her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as he pursued his climax.

She held onto his thighs with a firm grip, her eyes locked onto his as he thrust deeper, pushing her head down. In that moment, his warmth filled her throat, and she savored the rich taste of him as she swallowed. “Eat this nut up baby, swallow that shit. Oh fuck.” A jolt of electricity surged through him, causing him to shudder briefly before withdrawing from her mouth.

He lifted her from her knees, gripping her throat as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was both languid and fierce, his tongue exploring her mouth even as he struggled to pull her nightgown completely off her body.

He gently lifted her thighs, guiding her to their bed where her back met the cool sheets. They lost themselves in a fervent kiss, and she could sense his arousal pressing against her desire, yet she felt unprepared for what was to come.

They separated briefly, her lips parting as she felt his warm saliva touch her tongue before they dove back into the kiss.

“So fucking nasty baby, you like that shit don’t you.” Jimmy murmured between the kisses.

“Mhm, I get this nasty whenever I’m near you daddy.” Genesis murmured back while tugging in his curls to deepen the kiss. “You gon’ lemme spit inside of yo’ mouth whenever huh?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck I love you so much.” She could feel a grin on his lips when she had said that.

“I love you too baby.” He pressed a soft kiss on her jawline all the way towards her neck while rubbing her ass in circles while doing so before giving it a smack.

They were acutely aware of their deep feelings for one another, fully understanding the bond they shared, even if she hadn't yet signaled her approval to take their relationship to the next level.

At that moment, Jey was in the backyard with Quincy, delivering kicks to his stomach, which made Quincy groan in agony as he coughed up blood. Just then, they noticed Jimmy entering through the sliding door, closing it behind him, and spotting Quincy with blood trickling from his mouth.

“Pick him up.” As Quincy gazed up at him, Jey lifted him off his shoulders while Jimmy placed his order.

With a fierce grip on his face, Jimmy locked eyes with him, a smile creeping across his lips. "I want to send a message to our cousin," he declared. In a swift motion, Jimmy delivered a punch to Quincy's gut, forcing him to cough up blood onto the floor before he could strike again.

His reflection appeared a mix of purple and blue, a testament to Jey's cruel demeanor. Meanwhile, as he sought solace with Genesis, Jimmy had drawn his Glock from his shorts, aiming it at the trembling Quincy, who was paralyzed by fear.

"I want to send you a message that leaves you battered and bruised," he said, his voice steady. "Tell him that if he continues to mess with Gigi, it’s on sight. I’ll take him out without hesitation, family ties or not—he won’t lay a finger on Genesis." As he spoke, Jimmy aimed the gun at Quincy's leg, his eyes locked onto him.

As Jimmy pulled the trigger, a shot rang out, hitting Quincy in the leg and eliciting a scream of pain. "You bastard! You're doing all this for her?! She's nothing special!" Quincy spat in fear, but Jimmy's grip tightened around his throat, choking him swiftly while his eyes bore into Quincy's very soul.

“Watch yo’ mouth when you speak on her, just because she wasn’t special to yo’ ass doesn’t mean she’s not to me she’s a fucking diamond to me bitch ass boy.” Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy enthusiastically brandished the photo, recalling a stunning masterpiece he had glimpsed. He quickly retrieved Genesis's phone from his pocket, snapped a picture of the photo, and sent it to Zilla's number before tucking her phone back into his pocket.

“Throw his ass on the streets until someone comes to pick him up.” Jimmy said as he walked back inside the house seeing everyone looking at him.

“What?”

“Did you kill the man?” Bianca asked.

“Nah, just shot him in his leg, that's all. But I hope Zilla gets the message to not fuck with me.”

“Shit I hope this is all over with.” Jimmy nodded his head in agreement while heading upstairs to take a shower.

After finishing their dinner, everyone settled in to watch the newly released movie 'Sinners' on Amazon Prime. Genesis and Jimmy snuggled together on the spacious sofa, while the rest of the group lounged on the floor or on the other couch, all eyes glued to the screen.

There was a particular scene where Mary was all up on Stack getting all freaky with him saying how be robbing trains and banks but couldn’t rob this pussy for a night as everyone gasped.

“Oh lord.” Jade said.

“She’s a freakkkk.” Montez chimed in.

As Genesis looks up at Jimmy, she notices his gaze fixed on the screen, while his hands explore her body, tantalizingly close to her throbbing desire, yearning for his touch.

He looked down at her, noticing her gaze fixed on him, "What baby?" His voice resonated with a deep richness that made Genesis shake her head, redirecting her attention back to the film.

He observed her gaze fixate on the film while he surveyed the living room, noticing that everyone else was equally engrossed. As he let his hands glide down to her slick skin, he began to rub in gentle circles, watching her struggle to catch her breath and maintain her concentration on the screen.

He lavished her neck with soft, lingering kisses, drawing on it tenderly as if he were a vampire savoring a drop of blood—ensuring the blanket enveloped them, she could feel his arousal pressing against her.

“J-Jimmy.” She moans softly only enough for him to hear it.

“Focus on the movie baby, don’t want us caught up.” Jimmy whispered softly in her ear.

He gently lifted her leg while he inserted two fingers inside her, rhythmically thrusting in and out as soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips.

Fortunately, the television was loud enough to drown out the slick noises emanating from her as he pressed soft kisses along her neck, her fingers entwined in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So wet baby, only for me right?”

Genesis was so engrossed in his gaze that she rolled her eyes dramatically, nodding absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the film playing before them. “Yes, only for you daddy. Only you.”

He persisted in bringing her pleasure, and she instinctively opened her legs wider, giving him more access. This enabled him to delve deeper with his fingers, while she grasped a nearby surface for support.

The echo of his hand meeting her clit filled the atmosphere as his fingers skillfully glided inside her. When he glanced up, he noticed her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

He tenderly cradled her face with one hand as she mischievously stuck out her tongue at him. This playful side of her surfaced only in their intimate moments—her longing for him was unmistakable. Their lips intertwined, sharing warmth as his tongue explored her depths, while his fingers roamed over her with passion.

Jimmy's warm saliva mingled with hers as he pressed his hand around her throat, creating an intimate connection between them.

With expert finesse, Jimmy curled his fingers, striking her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, prompting her to clutch his shoulders fiercely as waves of bliss washed over her.

“Nasty as fuck mamas.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis mewled out softly.

“Mhm, I love that shit.” Jimmy increased his pace, his fingers expertly teasing her g-spot over and over.

He leaned in close, murmuring crude and offensive words just for her ears, while his eyes darted around the room, ensuring that everyone was engrossed in the film and oblivious to their mischievous antics hidden beneath the blankets.

Cum on my fingers babyYou my lil baby right?I want you to have all of my babies.

She felt her body react to his caress, both tensing and softening around his fingers, as her eyes rolled back in bliss. His gentle murmurs of love sent exhilarating shivers coursing through her, making her stomach twist in a euphoric rhythm.

I love you so much Jimmy It feels so good babyDon’t stop please don’t stop

Her voice trembled and fell to a hushed tone while her nails dug into his biceps, unmistakably indicating that she was teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I’m close Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He softly kissed her lips, his hand delicately wrapping around her throat, enabling him to see her ecstasy flowing over his fingers. "I can feel you, sweetheart. Look into my eyes as you reach your peak." His fingers thrust deeply into her g-spot, the unmistakable sounds of her desire resonating, signaling that she was about to surrender completely.

He kept up his relentless pace, his fingers dancing in and out with a fervor that drove her to the edge. In that instant, she surrendered to the sensation, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her thighs trembled beneath her. A torrent of ecstasy washed over her.

Her soothing, velvety essence wrapped around his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the intensified sensation of his caress.

“There’s she go baby, such a good girl for me princess.”

He softly glided his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace before eventually pulling them away.

She was drenched in sweat, leaning against him, trying to regain her breath after the powerful climax she just experienced—wondering how he would perform during their next encounter and if he could evoke such sensations again.

With a playful flick of his tongue, Jimmy savored the taste on his fingers before gently encircling her waist and planting a tender kiss on her forehead, all while their eyes remained glued to the screen.

Genesis drifted in and out of slumber after their session, her soft snores escaping her lips, which made Jimmy chuckle as he sat up from the sofa, gently cradling her in his arms.

“A’ight yall me and Gigi finna head upstairs together as you can see that she is knocked out.” Jimmy said.

“Damn. I wonder why but goodnight yall.” Jey remarked as Jimmy shot him the bird before making his way upstairs.

As he entered their bedroom, he swung the door shut with a kick, gently laying Genesis onto the chilly sheets, which made her stir in her slumber.

He removed his shirt as he climbed into bed beside her, drawing her closer to his chest. He noticed Genesis's phone was also plugged in as he set his own device on the charger.

Just as he was settling in, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted the moment, prompting him to lean over her carefully, ensuring he wouldn't disturb her, while he noticed a message flashing on her screen.

He knew it was from Zilla.

He unlocked her phone, clicking on the message to see what he had to say.

Unknown Number: You fucking bitch how could you let that fool do that to your ex husband? He must be fucking you good or something don’t worry when I catch you it’s over with.

With a soft chuckle, Jimmy glanced at the message before setting his phone beside her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before making his way to bed.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED.

a/n: Zilla better keep it pushing or his ass is next to getting shot in the leg because Big Jim don’t play about Genesis.

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