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4milly · 15 days ago

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johnson family bbq. | jey. u

gif from @punksrhea ! <3

parings : jey uso x black! oc (serena)

warnings: smut (it’s who i am), oral receiving (fem receiving), cursing, bathroom sex, ex boyfriend trope, annoying family members,

🖊️: everyone thinks serena’s ex is the one that got away. she deals with hearing it once everyday. wait until, her brother brings him to the family barbecue.

word count: 9.2k

“if it ain’t my beautiful granddaughter, where jey at?”

serena sighed yet again. she was tired of the shits. every time her family had one of these bbq’s, someone couldn’t hold back on bringing up her ex. maybe it’s that old folks thing about the new young people—they never really break up, honestly.

but that wasn’t the case. when she told jey, she was done with his bullshit last year, she meant it. she blocked him on everything, even xbox live, and changed her number. he wanted to run the streets across the earth slanging dick to any nxt newbie who smiled his way, go ahead. she wouldn’t dare be apart of it.

but, hold on.

serena and jey, were never ‘official’ official. but was…official. y’know?

they both posted each other, were always boo’d up at the club, slept over at each others places, he even flew her to his matches or wherever he was in the world…he’ll, they even met each others families.

which is proving to have done more harm than good.

“granny, y’know me and jey aren’t together no more.” serena sighed before kissing her granny on the cheek

“yea yea, but you kids always breakup, than makeup, breakup, than makeup again. next thing, ya pregnant—“

serena’s mother let out a gasp from the side of her, “alright mama, serena ain’t pregnant…right?”

“ma!”

“i’m just askin, girl damn. she ain’t lyin’ at least. but mama, serena and jey aren’t together. let’s let her be today, alright mama?"

her granny frowned, waving her hand dismissively. she was old but not that old. "nah, i ain't buyin' it. that boy looked at you like you hung the damn moon, serena. i've been around long enough to know when somethin's real."

serena shifted uncomfortably on the plastic lawn chair, and swirled her cup. if the ground could swallow her…do it now.

"i remember when he first came 'round here," granny continued, her eyes going distant with memory of him. "so respectful. callin' me 'ma'am' and bringin' those fancy chocolates i like. not like them other boys you used to drag through here."

"granny, please—"

"listen to me, child. when yo granddaddy first caught my eye, it was the same way. that fire. that boy jey was your one. i felt it in these old bones. the way he'd look for you first thing when he walked in a room."

serena stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the concrete patio. "i need another drink."

she walked toward the back house, ignoring the concerned looks from her cousins. the quiet of the kitchen was a relief after the noise of the backyard. she yanked open the refrigerator, grabbing a high noon and cracking it open with more force than necessary.

the door creaked open behind her. her mother's perfume—always the same since serena was a child—filled the small space.

"you okay?" her mother's voice came from behind her.

serena turned, leaning against the counter. "i'm fine. just tired of everyone bringing up ancient history."

"a year ain't ancient, baby girl."

"feels like it." serena took a long sip, the cold bubbles burning her throat. she knew her granny didn’t mean any harm. jey was a sweetheart and a charmer. everyone loved him. it was natural for them.

"you know granny means well. she just thought—"

"ma, seriously? you too now?"

her mother raised her hands defensively. "i'm not saying get back with him. i'm just askin if you heard from him. he called the house last week."

serena’s hand froze, the drink half way to her lips. she could feel her heart beating in her ears damn near. "he what?"

"listen. for someone who claims to have not been official, you were real hurt, serena. i could barely get you out your house inna mornin' to meet me for breakfast."

"ma, why did he call here? why are you ignoring my question?"

"baby, i saw how much you loved that boy," her mother said softly, coming closer. "the way your whole face lit up when he'd call. how you'd be runnin' around gettin' all dolled up when he was comin' to town."

serena rolled her eyes, but her mother pressed on.

"you've always been like this, since you was little. reactive. feelin' everything so big. when you hurt, you hurt deep. and that's okay, but—"

serena palmed her face, "ma, you still ain't answered my question about why he called here."

her mother sighed, leaning against the counter. "i understand y'all weren't official or whatever, but was that ever really discussed between y'all? 'cause from where everybody else was standin', it sure looked official."

"that's not—"

"i'm not takin' his side, serena. i promise you that. i'm on your side. always have been. that's why seein' you so torn up over him had me worried. you was cryin' for weeks, wouldn't eat right, wouldn't go out."

serena looked down at her can, picking at the label with her thumbnail. the truth stung more than she wanted to admit.

"all i'm sayin' is—"

"ma, please just tell me why he called the house." serena's voice cracked slightly.

her mother busied herself straightening the napkins on the counter before letting out a sigh. before serena's mom could open her mouth, a familiar voice boomed from the front of the house.

"aye wassup uce!"

serena's heart dropped to her stomach. she knew that voice. her body tensed up as her eyes shot to her mother's face, which had guilt written all over it.

"ma?" serena whispered, her voice barely audible.

the sound of footsteps and male laughter grew louder. serena's mom suddenly became very interested in rearranging the potato salad on the counter.

"i was gonna tell you, but—"

serena's older brother drew's voice carried down the hallway. "yeah man, everybody's out back. ma and granny been cookin' all day."

serena gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. "you didn't."

her mother finally looked up, her expression apologetic but firm. "drew called yesterday sayin' he was bringin' a friend. i didn't know it was jey until this mornin', and by then—"

"by then what?" serena hissed, panic rising in her chest. "you couldn't pick up a phone? send a text? 'hey baby girl, by the way, your ex that broke your heart is comin' to the family barbecue'?"

serena felt like she'd been slapped. how could they? how could he? before she could respond, drew appeared in the doorway, his broad frame filling the space. and right behind him, looking exactly the same as he had a year ago, was jey.

"look who i found wanderin' around downtown," drew announced, oblivious to the tension in the room. "said he was in town for a show tomorrow."

jey stood there in his fitted black tee and jeans, tattoos showing under his sleeves, that same half-smile on his face that used to make serena's knees weak. his eyes found hers immediately, just like granny said they always did.

"hey," he said softly, only to her.

serena's throat closed up. she gripped her drink tighter, searching desperately for words, any words.

drew looked between them, finally sensing something was off. "uh, y'all good?"

"drew, come help me with somethin' outside," their mother said quickly, grabbing drew's arm and practically dragging him toward the back door.

"but i just got—"

"now, boy."

the back door slammed shut, leaving serena alone with jey in the suddenly too-small kitchen. the silence stretched between them like a rubber band about to snap.

the ticking of the old kitchen clock filled the silence. serena felt like she was underwater, everything moving in slow motion. jey took a step toward her, that familiar look in his eyes—the one that used to make her forgive him anything.

"rena, i—"

the nickname hit her like a physical blow. she felt the aluminum can give way beneath her fingers, crumpling with a satisfying crunch. without a word, she pitched it into the trash can beside the fridge, the metallic clang punctuating her silence.

jey reached out as she moved toward the door. "can we just talk for a—"

she didn't slow down, just raised her palm to his face as she brushed past him, close enough to catch that same cologne he always wore. his words died in his throat. the heat of his body nearly made her falter, but she kept moving, pushing through the screen door and back into the noise and sunshine of the backyard.

serena scanned the crowd, ignoring the curious glances from relatives who'd clearly seen jey arrive. she spotted sierra by the grill, laughing with their cousin marcus. sierra, who'd held her while she cried over jey more times than she could count.

"hey cuz," sierra said as serena approached, her smile fading when she caught sight of serena's face. "what's wrong with—oh shit." her eyes widened, looking past serena toward the house. "is that who i think it is?"

"sierra, i swear to god i'm about to lose my fuckin' mind," serena whispered, grabbing her cousin's arm. "did you know he was coming?

"hell no! i would've warned you."

marcus raised an eyebrow, "who we talkin' about?"

"nobody," serena snapped, then sighed. "sorry, marcus. just… can you give us a minute?"

he nodded, backing away with his plate of food. "y'all women and your drama. i'll be by the speakers if anybody needs me."

as soon as he was out of earshot, sierra grabbed serena's shoulders. "what happened? what did he say to you?"

"nothin' yet. i didn't give him the chance." serena's hands were shaking. "sierra, i can't do this. not today. not here with everybody watchin'."

sierra glanced toward the house where jey had emerged onto the back porch engaging in a conversation with her brother and few of her cousins, "you want me to create a diversion so you can escape? i could fake an asthma attack."

despite everything, serena let out a small laugh. "you don't have fuckin' asthma. i do."

"details, details." sierra waved dismissively. "seriously though, you want me to take you home?"

serena sighed, glancing around at her aunties and uncles who were already watching her with curious eyes, "nah, i can't just bounce. you know how they get. by tomorrow mornin' the whole family group chat would be blowin' up about how i ran off 'cause jey showed up."

"so what? let 'em talk."

"easy for you to say. you ain't the one they be analyzin' like a damn science experiment." serena rolled her shoulders back, straightening her spine. "i gotta just deal with this shit. act like it don't bother me."

"you sure? 'cause your face tellin' a different story right now."

serena took a deep breath, smoothing her expression into something she hoped looked like indifference. "i'm good. i'm grown. it's been a year."

a deep, familiar laugh cut through the backyard chatter, making serena's stomach flip despite herself. she turned to see jey standing with her granny, who was patting his cheek like he was still her favorite. she was smiling up at him, nodding along to whatever he was saying, completely captivated.

"unbelievable," serena muttered. "look at granny actin' like he's the second coming."

sierra snorted. "you know how she is about him. always thought he hung the moon."

serena watched as jey leaned down to listen to something her grandmother whispered. whatever it was made him look up, his eyes scanning the yard until they locked with serena's. his smile shifted, something softer and more private passing over his face.

without thinking, serena raised her hand, middle finger extended high and proud in his direction.

"childish ass bitch," sierra muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched up. "real mature, 'rena."

"what? he deserved it." serena dropped her hand, heat rising to her cheeks as she realized several relatives had witnessed her little display.

sierra shook her head. "you really tryna convince everybody you over him with that move? 'cause all i'm seein' is a girl who still got feelings strong enough to be mad."

"shut up," serena grumbled, grabbing a fresh drink from the cooler. "i ain't got no feelings except annoyance."

"mhmm. that's why you flippin' him off in front of granny and the whole family." sierra's eyes tracked something over serena's shoulder. "heads up, he's coming this way."

serena's spine stiffened. her body froze, once again. "he better not."

"too late." sierra stepped back slightly. "i'ma give y'all some space—"

"don't you dare leave me," serena hissed, grabbing her cousin's wrist.

"fine, but i ain't being your buffer all day." sierra crossed her arms as jey approached, his steps slow and deliberate, like he was approaching a spooked animal.

"hey, sierra," jey said, his voice gentle as he came to stand before them.

sierra gave him a once-over, her lips pressed into a thin line. she didn't respond, just took a long, pointed sip of her drink while staring straight through him like he was made of glass.

the silence hung heavy between them until serena couldn't take it anymore. "why the hell are you here? one of those nxt bitches didn't let you fuck or something?" the words came out sharper than she intended, dripping with venom.

jey's expression fell, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he schooled them back into neutrality. "it ain't like that, rena."

"don't call me that," serena snapped. "and you didn't answer my question."

he shifted his weight, glancing around at the relatives who were pretending not to eavesdrop. "can we talk somewhere private?"

"hell no," serena laughed, the sound hollow and bitter. "anything you gotta say, you can say right here."

sierra's eyes bounced between them like she was watching a tennis match. "i'ma go check on granny," she muttered, finally removing herself despite serena's death glare.

jey waited until sierra was out of earshot before speaking again. "i'm in town for a show tomorrow night at the arena. drew hit me up when he heard i was comin'."

"and you just thought you'd crash my family barbecue? for what?" serena crossed her arms tight over her chest, creating a barrier between them.

"i didn't know you'd be here," he kissed his lips at her expression. "alright, that's a lie. i knew. i wanted to see you."

"well, now you've seen me. mission accomplished." serena moved to step around him, but he shifted slightly, not quite blocking her path but making it clear he wasn't done.

"rena—serena," he corrected himself when her eyes flashed. "i just… can we just talk? five minutes."

serena felt eyes on her from all directions—her nosy-ass cousins, her aunties, her grandmother who was watching with naked hope on her face. she couldn't make a scene, not here.

"no," she said through gritted teeth. "you saw me. you ruined my fuckin day. get out. now."

jey ran his hand over his face, exhaling deeply. "look ian mean to ambush you. drew invited me, and i didnt have a choice. i thought maybe—"

"stop talking to me," serena hissed, cutting him off. "just stop."

she turned away from him, her eyes landing on the back porch where her mother stood, watching the whole scene unfold. her mama's expression was a mixture of guilt and concern, her hands nervously twisting the dish towel she held.

without another word to jey, serena stormed past her relatives, ignoring their whispers and stares. she pushed through the screen door, brushing past her mother without acknowledging her.

"baby girl—" her mother started.

serena kept walking, taking the familiar path through the house to the stairs. each step creaked under her weight as she climbed, muscle memory guiding her to her childhood bedroom. she slammed the door behind her, the sound echoing through the old house.

her room was exactly as she'd left it years ago when she moved out. trophies from high school track meets lined the dresser. polaroids and concert tickets were still stuck in the frame of her mirror. the faded pink comforter on her bed was pulled tight—her mother must have made it up, knowing she might need a retreat.

serena sank onto the edge of the bed, dropping her head into her hands. the nerve of him. the absolute audacity to show up here, in her safe space, with that puppy dog look in his eyes like he hadn't been the one to—

a soft knock interrupted her thoughts.

"go away," she called, not bothering to lift her head.

the door creaked open anyway. "it's just me," sierra's voice came soft from the doorway. "brought you a drink. figured you might need somethin' stronger than that high noon."

serena looked up to see her cousin holding two red cups. "is that uncle roy's special punch?"

sierra grinned, closing the door behind her. "you know it. man pours half a bottle of hennessy in there and calls it 'just a splash.'"

serena accepted the cup, taking a long sip and wincing at the burn. "thanks."

sierra settled beside her on the bed, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. "so… that was intense."

serena snorted. "that's one word for it."

"everybody downstairs actin' like they ain't just witnessed a whole telenovela episode." sierra nudged her shoulder. "auntie mabel already on the phone with her prayer circle."

"lord, they gonna be burnin' sage and prayin' over my love life by sundown."

they sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks. the muffled sounds of the party continued below—music, laughter, the occasional shout.

"he looks good," sierra said after a while, her voice careful. "got his hair all different."

serena sighed, staring into her cup. "i noticed. that mullet always made me wanna just sit on his stupid face."

"you know what i think?"

"i know you gonna tell me regardless." serena sighed, throwing an arm over her face

sierra took another sip, studying serena's profile. "i think you still care about him."

"course i care," serena mumbled, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "don't mean i want him back."

sierra twirled the ice in her cup. "so… you gonna avoid him all day?"

serena leaned back against the bed, her eyes fixed on the glow-in-the-dark stars still stuck to her ceiling from when she was fourteen. "that was the plan."

"you know he ain't leavin' without talkin' to you. stubborn ass."

serena closed her eyes, feeling the alcohol warm her chest. "i hate that he still looks so damn good," she admitted quietly. "like, why couldn't he have gotten fat or lost all his hair or something?"

"girl, i know. it's been what, nearly a year? and he still walkin' around looking like that. it's disrespectful."

they fell silent again, the bass from the music downstairs vibrating through the floorboards. serena traced the rim of her cup with her finger, the words she'd been holding back for so long suddenly pressing against her throat.

"sometimes i miss him," she whispered, so softly sierra had to lean in to hear. "like, stupid things. the way he'd call me pretty or call to stay on facetime. how he'd send me flowers wherever he was across the world, or pulling me to sit in his lap if it was hella chairs near us."

"i was in love with him, si. like, really in love." serena's voice cracked slightly. "even though we both kept sayin' we didn't want commitment, that we were just havin' fun… we belonged to each other. y'know?"

"i know, girl…shit, everybody knew. that's why the family still asks about him."

serena wiped at a tear that had escaped. "it's so stupid. he fucked up, not me. i shouldn't be the one sittin' here cryin'."

"love ain't about who's right and who's wrong," sierra said, putting an arm around her cousin. "it's messy. and yeah, he fucked up. but that don't mean you can't still hurt."

serena took another long sip of her drink. "the worst part is, even after everything, there's still this part of me that wants to hear what he has to say."

"so maybe you should."

"and then what?" serena asked, throwing her hands up. "forgive him? go back to whatever the hell we were doing before? he cheated on me, si."

sierra raised an eyebrow. "did he though? y'all wasn't official, right? that's what you kept tellin' everybody."

"we weren't, but…" serena trailed off, frustration evident in her voice. "we were something. and he knew it. he knew what we had."

"so what are you really mad about? that he slept with someone else, or that y'all never put a real label on what you had?"

serena opened her mouth to argue, then closed it again. she couldn’t think straight. hell, she was mad about something.

someone else had her man...in ways she was promised only she’d see.

serena swirled the drink in her cup, watching the ice cubes clink against the plastic. maybe sierra was right. maybe she wasn't even sure what she was mad about anymore. the hurt had calcified into something hard and protective around her heart, and she'd been carrying it for so long she wasn't sure how to put it down.

"i don't know, si," she finally said, her voice small. "i thought i was over it. over him. and then he walks in looking like… that, and my stomach does that stupid flippy thing and i'm right back where i started."

sierra squeezed her shoulder. "listen, rena. i ain't sayin' forgive him or take him back or nothin' like that. i'm just sayin' hear the man out. closure, y'know?"

serena thought about it for a moment, her mind racing through all the possibilities. what if he just wanted to apologize? what if he wanted her back? what if he was just being polite because drew invited him?

sierra leaned in closer, her voice low and serious. "any nigga worth showing up to a family barbecue is worth hearing out. especially one who's still got you this twisted after all this time."

serena snorted, rolling her eyes. "oh please. they all love his 'main event' ass. they wouldn't let his ass get a paper cut." she gestured vaguely toward the window where the sounds of the party continued. "granny's probably down there feedin' him her special sweet potato pie right now. the one she only makes at thanksgiving."

"so what?" sierra challenged. "you gonna hide up here all day? let everybody think he sent you runnin'?"

serena's jaw tightened. "i ain't runnin'."

"sure looks like it from where i'm sittin'."

serena knocked back the rest of her drink, the alcohol burning a path down her throat. "fine. i'll talk to him. five minutes, that's it. but not here, not with everybody and their mama watchin' and listenin'."

sierra grinned, looking far too pleased with herself. "that's my girl."

"don't look so smug," serena warned, standing up and smoothing her dress. "i'm just tired of hidin' out in my childhood bedroom like i'm sixteen again."

she caught her reflection in the mirror, noting the slight flush in her cheeks from the alcohol. her hair was still perfect, thank god, and her makeup had held up despite the heat. at least she looked good while her life was falling apart. again.

sierra hopped up from the bed, adjusting her dress. "well, if you gonna face him, might as well do it with a full stomach. i think i smell granny's mac and cheese from here."

serena took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "alright. let's do this."

as if on cue, her mother's voice carried up the stairs. "serena! sierra! y'all come on down, food's ready!"

sierra raised an eyebrow. "saved by the bell."

they made their way downstairs, serena's heart hammering against her ribs with each step. as they reached the bottom, a small group of serena's uncles and their friends were pushing through the front door, laughing loudly.

"y'all got any more of that hennessy punch?" uncle roy called out, leading the pack toward the kitchen. "we drank the cooler dry!"

serena's mother appeared from the dining room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. her eyes immediately found serena's, relief washing over her face.

"there you are, baby girl," she said softly.

before serena could remember she was supposed to be mad, she found herself crossing the room and wrapping her arms around her mother. the familiar scent of cocoa butter and the same perfume her mother had worn since serena was little enveloped her.

her mother hugged her tight, one hand coming up to stroke her hair like she used to do when serena was small. "i love you always," she whispered into serena's ear. "you're the prize, remember that. don't you ever forget it."

serena squeezed her eyes shut against the sudden burn of tears. "i know, ma," she murmured.

when they pulled apart, her mama cupped her face. "you good?"

serena nodded, managing a small smile. "i'm good."

"alright then," her mother said, patting her cheek. "everybody's waitin' on us. your uncle lewis been eyein' that brisket for an hour."

they made their way through the house and out to the backyard where tables had been set up and loaded with food. the smell of barbecue and her granny's famous sides filled the air. serena kept her eyes carefully trained on the spread, avoiding scanning the crowd for jey.

she grabbed a plate and got in line behind sierra, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on her. she could hear jey's distinctive laugh somewhere to her left, mingling with her brother's and cousins'.

"serena, baby," her granny called from her seat of honor at the head of the longest table.

serena sighed, already knowing what was coming "yes, granny?"

"make jey's plate," her grandmother said, not even trying to be subtle. "that boy's been workin' hard, travelin' all over. probably ain't had a home cooked meal in a minute."

"his hands ain't broke, granny," serena said, her voice coming out sharper than she intended.

granny's eyes widened, her expression hardening. "serena marie! where are your manners, girl? that boy is a guest in this house."

"it's fine, ms. elaine," jey said, suddenly appearing beside serena in the food line. he smiled down at granny with that charming grin that used to make serena weak. "i got it. actually, let me make your plate too, rena."

he reached for serena's empty plate, his fingers brushing against hers. the brief contact sent an unwelcome jolt through her body.

"it's serena and i don't need you to make my plate," serena said, trying to pull it back. "i can do it myself."

but jey had already taken both plates, stepping ahead of her in line. "i know whatchu like. still no baked beans, extra mac and cheese, right?"

serena stood there fuming as jey moved down the line, carefully filling both plates. the audacity of this man. she caught sierra's eye across the yard, her cousin giving her a what-the-hell-just-happened look.

jey was piling her plate with all her favorites—her grandaddy's secret smoked brisket, granny's mac and cheese, potato salad with extra paprika the way she liked it. he even remembered to keep the greens separate so it wouldn't touch the other food.

"here you go," he said, turning back to hand her the loaded plate. their fingers brushed again as she took it, and she hated how her body betrayed her with a shiver.

"thanks," she muttered, not meeting his eyes.

jey nodded toward an empty spot at one of the tables. "mind if i sit witchu?"

before serena could respond with the firm "get the fuck out my face," that was on the tip of her tongue, granny called out from her table.

"jey, baby, come sit by me! i wanna hear all about your travelin'."

serena had never been so grateful for her grandmother's interference. jey hesitated, looking between serena and granny.

"raincheck?" he laughed softly.

serena just shrugged, already turning away. "whatever."

she watched as jey made his way to granny's table, settling in beside the older woman who immediately began fussing over him like he was still family. the betrayal stung, even if it was expected.

sierra slid onto the bench beside serena at the far table she'd chosen. "so that happened."

"don't start," serena warned, stabbing at her mac and cheese.

"i'm just sayin', he remembered exactly how you like your food."

"so what? i ain't forget how he likes his food either. don't mean nothin'." serena shoved a forkful of brisket into her mouth, chewing aggressively.

sierra raised an eyebrow. "alright, what's his favorite then?"

serena paused mid-chew, her fork hovering over her plate. she glanced over at jey's table where he was laughing at something granny said, that same easy smile lighting up his face. "ribs. extra sauce. potato salad but not with eggs. corn bread, mash potatoes on the side with extra gravy and sweet tea so sweet it could put you in a diabetic coma."

"damn, girl. you really just proved my point."

"shut up and eat your food."

serena tried to focus on her plate, but her eyes kept drifting to jey's table. he was being his usual charming self, listening intently to granny's stories and asking all the right questions. her younger cousin jasmine had somehow wormed her way into the conversation and was batting her eyelashes like jey was gonna give her his autograph.

"that lil girl need to sit down somewhere," serena muttered under her breath.

"who, jasmine?" sierra followed her gaze. "oh lord, she really is layin' it on thick. somebody need to tell her she look desperate."

"not my problem," serena said, though her grip on her fork tightened when jasmine giggled at something jey said.

"mhmm. that's why you stabbin' your mac and cheese like it owe you money."

serena forced herself to look away, focusing on her cousin randal who was telling some story about his new job. she nodded at all the right moments, laughed when she was supposed to, but her attention kept wandering.

after what felt like forever, people started clearing their plates and settling into the lazy afternoon rhythm of a family barbecue. the older folks claimed the chairs in the shade, the kids ran around the yard with water balloons, and the adults her age congregated around the speakers where someone had put on a throwback playlist.

serena was helping clear tables when jey appeared beside her, collecting empty cups.

"you don't have to do that," she said without looking at him.

"i know. i want to help."

they worked in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them thick enough to cut. serena was hyperaware of his every movement, the way he would get to close to her, and reach for the same stack of paper plates and cup she would to attempt to brush against her.

"yo granny's somethin' else," he said as they both reached for the same stack of plates. "she made me promise to take some leftovers back to my hotel."

"that's granny for you. she'd feed the whole world if she could."

jey nodded, his expression thoughtful. "she asked about you, you know. when you went upstairs earlier."

serena stayed quiet. part of her remember what sierra said earlier…to hear him out. another part of her wanted him get the fuck away from her before she tried to see how hard a plastic knife could stick him.

"what did you tell her?" serena asked despite herself, still not meeting his eyes.

"told her you was probably tired. long day." jey's hands stilled on the plates he was stacking. "she said you been workin' too much lately. not takin' care of yourself."

serena rolled her eyes, "granny talks too much."

"she cares about you. they all do." jey glanced around the yard where her family was scattered in their usual post-meal contentment. "missed this, you know. all of them."

"well they clearly missed you too," serena said, the bitterness creeping back into her voice. "jasmine damn near climbed in your lap during dinner."

jey's mouth quirked up at the corner. "you jealous of a nineteen-year-old?"

"boy, please." serena rolled her eyes, but heat crept up her neck. "i just think it's funny how you show up here after all this time and everybody acts like you never left."

"not everybody," jey said quietly, his eyes finding hers. "you act like you wish i never existed."

serena finally looked at him fully, taking in the familiar planes of his face, the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he was being serious. "some days i do."

the honesty in her voice seemed to catch them both off guard. jey's expression softened, something vulnerable flickering across his features.

"rena—"

"don't." she held up a hand, stepping back. "just… don't."

jey didn't move, his eyes still fixed on her face. "can we talk? please? just ten minutes."

serena looked around. the kitchen had emptied out completely, everyone heading to the yard to start doing the cha cha slide.

jey took a step closer. "ten minutes, that's all i'm asking. and then if you want me gone, i'm gone."

a loud splash followed by raucous cheers and laughter erupted from the yard. serena glanced toward the sound, then back at jey. the kitchen was quiet now, just the two of them standing amid half-cleared plates and the lingering smell of barbecue.

"fine," she finally said, crossing her arms. "ten minutes. and after that, you leave. i mean it, jey."

relief washed over his face. "thank you."

serena leaned against the counter, creating distance between them. "your time's already ticking."

jey ran a hand over his face, suddenly looking nervous in a way she'd rarely seen before. "i don't even know where to start."

"maybe with why you're really here," serena suggested, her voice cooler than she felt. "because i ain't buying that drew just happened to invite you and you just happened to accept."

"i asked him to," jey admitted. "when i found out i was coming to town for the show, i reached out. i've been trying to find a way to talk to you for months."

serena raised an eyebrow. "thats bullshit."

"you changed your number."

"there's a reason for that."

jey nodded, accepting the hit. "i deserved that. i deserved all of it—the blocking, the number change, everything."

silence stretched between them. from outside, the sounds of the party continued, but they felt distant, like they were in their own bubble of time.

"clock's ticking," she reminded him, tapping an imaginary watch on her wrist.

he nodded, running a hand over his hair. "i fucked up. i know tha—"

"we weren't together," she shot back automatically. "remember? you made that very clear every time i brought up where we stood."

jey's shoulders slumped. "i know. and that was me being stupid and scared. i didn't want to put a label on us because i was afraid of fucking it up. and look what happened—i fucked it up anyway."

serena laughed, the sound hollow. "you expect me to believe that? after what i saw?"

jey took a deep breath, leaning against the opposite counter. "what you saw… god, rena, i wish i could take it all back."

"but you can't," she said flatly. "so what now?"

ey stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "what you saw was me being the biggest fool on the planet. i ain't got no excuse that's good enough, but i need you to know something."

he took a deep breath, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "i love you, serena. i always have. never stopped, not for a single day."

serena's breath caught in her throat. "don't."

"it's the truth," he continued, his eyes glistening. "i've loved you since that first night in new orleans when you cussed me out for spillin' your drink and then made me buy you two more."

he ran a hand over his face, struggling to find the words. "the whole time we were together—or whatever we was—i kept thinkin' i wasn't enough for you. not good enough, not stable enough."

serena stared at him, speechless.

"i grew up watchin' my pops lose every damn thing trying to make it in this business," jey said, his voice rough with emotion. "he was gone all the time, chasing that next booking, that next big break. my mama raised us practically alone while he was out there living his dream. and when he finally came home for good, broken down and bitter, she didn't even know him anymore."

jey's eyes were intense, almost pleading. "i swore i'd never do that to someone i loved. never make them sit at home waiting, wondering if i was coming back, if it was all worth it. but then there i was, doing exactly that to you. on the road 300 days a year, asking you to understand, to wait."

"i never complained about that," serena said quietly.

"you shouldn't have had to. i was becoming my father, and i hated myself for it." jey's voice cracked slightly. "so i kept telling myself—and you—that we weren't serious, that we were just having fun. because if we weren't really together, then i wasn't really failing you."

serena felt tears pricking at her eyes. "so you slept with her instead? to prove your point?"

"i was trying to sabotage the best thing in my life because i convinced myself i'd ruin it eventually anyway." jey stepped closer, close enough that she could smell his cologne. "i wanted to be the man you deserved, but i didn't know how. not without giving up everything i'd worked for, and i was too selfish to do that."

serena's heart hammered in her chest. "you could have talked to me. told me how you felt."

outside, the music shifted to something slow and soulful. the late afternoon sun slanted through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor between them.

he looked down at his hands, flexing them slightly. "i was scared that if i fully claimed you, made you mine officially, i'd do to you what he did to my mama. i'd drag you into that life of always wanting more, never being enough."

"that wasn't your choice to make," serena said quietly.

"i know that now," jey admitted. "but back then, i thought i was protecting you. so i kept us in that gray area, tellin' myself we was just having fun, that you were free to walk away anytime."

serena crossed her arms, shaking her head as she processed his words. "you're not the only one who was scared, jey." her voice came out smaller than she intended. "i wasn't any better than you. not really."

jey’s eyes glossed over as he leaned against the counter, "whatchu’ mean?"

"i mean i played along with the whole 'we're just having fun' thing because i was terrified too." she laughed bitterly, blinking back tears. "every time you'd say we weren't serious, i'd just nod and agree, pretending that's what i wanted too."

"but it wasn't?"

"of course it wasn't!" serena threw her hands up. "i was head over heels in love with you, but too damn proud to admit it. i wanted you—all of you—100%. i wanted to be your girlfriend, your woman, not just some girl you were 'having fun' with in every city."

jey took a step closer, hope flickering across his face. "why didn't you ever say anything?"

"for the same stupid reasons you didn't. i was scared. scared you'd choose the road, the career, anything but me." she wiped at a tear that had escaped. "so i played it cool, acted like i was fine with whatever we were, even though it was killing me."

"rena…"

"and then when i saw you with her, it was like… confirmation of everything i feared. that i wasn't enough, that i was just one of many." her voice broke slightly. "so i ran."

they stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their confessions hanging in the air between them. serena finally looked up, meeting his eyes.

"so what? what's the point of telling me all this now?" she asked, her voice rising with emotion. "we were both cowards, we both messed up, and now what? you think you can just walk back into my life after all this time and—"

her words died in her throat as jey closed the distance between them in two quick strides. his hand caught her by the belt loop of her jeans, tugging her against him. before she could process what was happening, his mouth was on hers, hungry and desperate.

for one stunned moment, serena froze. then something inside her broke loose—all the anger, all the longing, all the love she'd been trying to bury for two years. her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as she melted into the kiss.

jey's hands slid to her waist, lifting her slightly so she was perched on the edge of the counter. she could feel his heart hammering against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. his fingers tangled in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

with a sudden surge of need, serena pushed against his chest. his eyes widened, thinking she was rejecting him, but she slid off the counter in one fluid motion. her fingers curled into his shirt as she backed him toward the pantry door, her eyes never leaving his.

"what are you—" he whispered, but she silenced him with another kiss, reaching behind him to turn the knob.

they stumbled into the dark pantry, the door clicking shut behind them. the small space was filled with the scent of spices and flour, barely enough room for both of them. serena pressed him against the shelves, canned goods rattling as their bodies collided.

"we shouldn't—your family—" jey managed between kisses, his hands already sliding under her shirt.

"shut up," she breathed against his mouth, her fingers working at his belt buckle.

the metal clinked in the darkness as she yanked it open, her hand slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers. he gasped against her mouth when she found him, already hard and straining against the fabric.

jey's head fell back against the shelf as she stroked him, his breath coming in short pants. "fuck, rena—"

his hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in for another desperate kiss before his lips traveled down her neck. the scrape of his stubble against her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, her body arching into his touch.

"listen to me," she whispered fiercely, her hand stilling as she gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at her. even in the dim light filtering through the cracks of the door, she could see the heat in his eyes. "i ever find out you're giving dick to another bitch, i'll kill you. i swear to god, jey."

"i'm yours. only yours. i promise, ma."

his hand slid up her thigh, disappearing beneath her dress. "prove it," she challenged, her breath hitching as his fingers found the edge of her panties.

"right here?" he asked, his eyes darting to the door. the sounds of the party outside seemed impossibly distant.

"right here," she confirmed, already working his jeans down his hips. "right now."

he spun them around so her back was against the shelves, lifting her effortlessly. her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed her dress up, his mouth reclaiming hers in a kiss that left no doubt about who she belonged to.

"someone gone hear us," he murmured against her lips, even as his fingers hooked into her panties.

serena bit his lower lip, her eyes locked with his. "then you better make sure i stay quiet."

the shelves creaked ominously as jey pressed closer, his hands everywhere at once. serena clung to him, as he slid her panties to the side and slid inside her in one complete thrust. her mouth opened on a silent scream.

serena threw her head back, biting her lip to keep from crying out as jey's thick dick stretched her pussy, splitting her wide open. the feeling was overwhelming—like coming home and discovering something brand new all at once. she clutched his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin through his shirt.

"fuck," he growled against her neck, immediately starting to fuck her with deep, relentless strokes. "so goddamn tight, baby."

he shifted his stance, wrapping one muscular arm under her ass to support her weight while his other hand reached up to grab one of the shelves above her head. the new leverage let him drill into her cunt with punishing force, each thrust pushing her higher against the wall of canned goods.

"i missed yo ass so much. i missed this pussy," he whispered harshly, his breath hot against her ear. "thought about it every fuckin' night."

serena's eyes rolled back, pleasure building at the base of her spine. "shut up and fuck me," she hissed, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies coming together.

jey obeyed, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. the shelf above them creaked dangerously with each thrust, threatening to give way under his grip. serena bit down on his shoulder to muffle her moans, the taste of cotton and his cologne filling her senses.

"nobody fucks me like you," she admitted in a breathless whisper, her pride momentarily forgotten in the haze of pleasure. "nobody."

his pace faltered for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, one hand sliding between them to find her clit. "and nobody ever will," he promised, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb. "you belong to me. yea?"

the dual sensation of his dick stretching her walls and his fingers working her clit had serena climbing rapidly toward release. she could feel herself getting wetter with each thrust, her slick arousal making obscene sounds as he pounded into her.

"i'm close," she warned, her voice tight with desperation. "don't stop, please don't stop—"

jey's fingers pressed harder against her clit, making tight circles as his hips pistoned relentlessly. "tell me, baby. tell me what i need to hear."

serena's body tensed, her cunt clenching around his thickness as the pressure built to an unbearable peak. she choked back a sob as her release neared, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the overwhelming sensation.

"did you miss me?" jey whispered against her ear, his voice rough with need. "did you miss this dick?"

serena couldn't hold back anymore, all her pride dissolving in the heat between them. "yea," she cried out, the admission torn from her throat in a choked, broken sound.

"yea?" he pressed, slowing his strokes to deep, deliberate thrusts that hit something perfect inside her.

"mhmm," she managed, the sound low and desperate.

"mhm," he mimicked, matching her mewl as a smirk played across his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

something about his cockiness ignited a fire in her. serena slid her hand into his mullet, fingers tangling in the longer strands at the back of his neck. she tugged hard, using his hair as leverage to pull him closer. the sudden pain made him slam into her with unexpected force, hitting so deep she accidentally let out a scream.

panic flashed across jey's face. he immediately released the shelf, his hand flying to cover her mouth. his palm pressed firmly against her lips, muffling any further sounds as he continued to fuck into her soaking wet cunt.

"shh, baby," he whispered urgently, his eyes darting toward the door. "you tryna get us caught? everybody and they mama gone be in here if you keep screamin' like that."

serena's eyes rolled back as she moaned against his palm, the added danger of possibly being discovered only heightening her pleasure. her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his skin. serena's eyes rolled back, her muffled moans vibrating against his palm

jey's hand remained over her mouth as his thrusts became more erratic. serena's nails dug into his shoulders, her eyes rolling back as she finally tipped over the edge. her orgasm crashed through her in violent waves, her pussy clenching and pulsing around his dick.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained as he fought his own release. "cum all over this dick, ma. show me how much you missed it."

serena's nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks through his shirt as her body convulsed with aftershocks. her pussy contracting violently around jey's thickness.

she felt herself gushing, hot slick flooding between them as her release drenched his dick. her release coated him, slick and hot, making each thrust wetter than the last. her thighs trembled uncontrollably, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

"fuck, baby," jey groaned, feeling her cum drench him. "i can feel you—"

his words cut off as his own orgasm hit without warning. with a final powerful thrust, jey buried himself to the hilt inside her spasming cunt, a guttural grunt tearing from his throat as he came.

she locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him pull out. the message is clear.

"you sure?" he asks, his control slipping. when she nods frantically against his palm, he loses what little restraint he had left.

his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, holding her firmly in place as he emptied himself deep within her, his cum pulsing hot against her walls.

serena felt each throb of his cock as he filled her, their releases mixing together in a mess of heat and desire. their bodies remained locked together, both of them panting against each other's skin as they rode out the aftershocks.

"goddamn," jey finally whispered, pressing his forehead against hers. "i forgot how good we are together."

serena let out a breathless laugh, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm. "shut up. we ain't good together. we're fuckin' incredible together."

his smile was bright even in the dim light. "can't argue with that."

the sound of someone calling serena's name from the kitchen suddenly brought them crashing back to reality.

"shit," serena hissed, unwinding her legs from his waist and hastily adjusting her dress. "that's my mama."

jey quickly tucked himself back into his pants, fastening his belt while serena smoothed her hair and wiped at the corners of her mouth.

"serena? you in here?" her mother's voice was getting closer.

"just a sec, ma!" serena called out, her voice surprisingly steady. she turned to jey, her expression suddenly serious despite their disheveled state. "this doesn't fix everything."

jey nodded, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "we need to talk for real. not just...this."

serena nodded, suddenly unable to meet his eyes. "i know."

"later tonight?"

before she could answer, the pantry door swung open, flooding the small space with light.

serena froze, her hand still smoothing her rumpled dress as the pantry door swung wide open. the harsh kitchen light flooded in, illuminating their guilty faces and jey's frantic attempts to stuff himself back into his boxers.

her mother stood in the doorway, one hand on her hip, the other still gripping the doorknob. her expression shifted from confusion to realization to exasperation in the span of three seconds.

"a damn shame," her mother said, shaking her head slowly. "just a shame. not official my ass." she gestured between them with a dismissive wave. "get yall asses together and get out my damn pantry with that freaky shit."

jey cleared his throat, finally managing to secure his belt. "ms. johnson, i apologize for—"

"boy, save it," she interrupted, though there was a hint of amusement beneath her expression.

before her mother could finish her thought, her eyes landed on something behind them. her face morphed from mild amusement to absolute horror.

"lord jesus—" she gasped, reaching past them to grab a shelf. "y'all knocked over my—"

her mom slams the pantry door back and says, "i just bought them damn peaches, my fucking god. nut assses. its a damn lock on that pantry too."

serena and jey stood frozen for a moment before laughter bubbled up between them, the absurdity of the situation hitting them all at once. they collapsed against each other in the dark pantry, shoulders shaking with silent giggles like teenagers caught making out.

"she really more worried about them peaches than us fuckin' in her pantry," serena whispered, wiping tears from her eyes.

jey's body shook with suppressed laughter. "yo mama ain't changed a bit."

after their laughter subsided, serena straightened her dress one more time. "c'mon, we better get out before she comes back with reinforcements."

they slipped out of the pantry, checking that the coast was clear before hurrying through the kitchen. they managed to make it upstairs without being spotted, ducking into serena's bedroom and shutting the door behind them.

"shit, i look a mess," serena muttered, catching sight of herself in the mirror. her lipstick was smudged, hair disheveled, and there was a distinct flush across her chest that screamed "just got fucked."

jey came up behind her, his reflection appearing over her shoulder. "damn, you look beautiful," he said softly, his hands settling on her hips.

serena met his eyes in the mirror. "don't start again. we ain't got time for round two."

"not what i meant," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. "but i wouldn't say no."

serena rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. she turned to face him, suddenly serious. "we still need to talk. for real this time."

jey nodded, his expression matching her gravity. "i know. and we will. tonight?"

serena hesitated, then nodded. "yeah. tonight."

she moved to her dresser, pulling out a hairbrush and some makeup wipes. "but first we gotta fix ourselves before the whole family figures out what we been doin'."

jey leaned against the wall, watching as she touched up her makeup. "you think your mama's gonna tell everybody?"

serena snorted. "please. that woman loves drama more than her soaps. by the time we get back downstairs, even the neighbors gonna know we was in that pantry."

jey laughed, the sound warm and familiar. "guess we better come up with a good story then."

serena paused, meeting his eyes in the mirror again. "or we could just tell the truth."

"you wanna tell em, i just fucked you in yo mama pantry?"

"no, goofy!" she laughed as she tossed a shirt at him, "tell em we together...we back."

jey's face broke into the biggest smile she'd ever seen. he lifted her off her feet, spinning her around the small room before setting her down and kissing her deeply.

"alright, alright," serena laughed against his mouth. "we gotta get back down there before somebody comes lookin'."

they finished fixing themselves up, serena adding fresh lipgloss while jey tried to tame his hair. as they headed for the door, serena grabbed his hand.

"you ready for this? 'cause once we go down there together, the whole family gonna know. and you know granny, gonna start planning our wedding and shit."

"too late for that," jey laughed, pulling her toward the door. "she been planning that shit since the first time i showed up here."

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make it to morning - jimmy u. 2

gif credit @punksrhea.

the tales of 2 roommates, and 1 man.

warning: unprotected sex, possessiveness, cheating, fingering, sex tapes, pillow talk, oral sex (both m and f receiving), exhibitionism, manipulation, (warnings will update as story progresses)

word count: 9.2k (yes, yes. I know. BUT CMONNN)

idea completely credited to @msbigredmachine <3

three weeks had passed since that night.

the miami summer had settled into its full, oppressive heat. malasia had become a master of avoidance, constructing her life around the space where jimmy might appear.

the first week, she'd booked a hotel room at a budget chain on the boulevard. three nights of scratchy sheets and the distant hum of traffic had cost her nearly a quarter of a website commission, but it had given her space to breathe, to think, to scrub her skin raw in a shower that never quite got hot enough.

she'd told trinity she was visiting a college friend passing through town—a lie that had slipped from her lips with disturbing ease.

the second week, when trinity mentioned jimmy would be staying over the weekend, malasia had packed her laptop and enough clothes for three days, claiming a last-minute business trip to tampa.

she'd actually spent sixty-seven hours in a beachside airbnb in hollywood, fifteen miles north, watching the waves crash against the shore and jumping at every notification on her phone.

by the third week, she'd established a routine. she woke at five am, before trinity or any potential overnight guests might stir. she'd slip out of the apartment in predawn darkness, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, and drive thirty minutes to a coffee shop where nobody knew her name.

asia waited till it was safe: safe meaning trinity would be at work, preparing for the dinner shift at the restaurant. safe meaning no chance of jimmy's matte black g-wagon parked in the visitor's spot.

no chance of them falling onto my bed again.

malasia sat in her usual spot at café mills, staring at her laptop screen without really seeing it. the code blurred before her eyes, her fingers hovering motionless over the keyboard. she'd slept poorly again, dreams filled with jimmy's hands, his voice in her ear, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress.

she'd wake gasping, sheets twisted around her legs, and her arousal staining the bed sheets. she couldn't deny the torturous ache left within her, or the way her pussy would randomly clench around nothing. she felt ruined.

the messages had been relentless. jimmy's name appearing on her phone screen like a haunting, each text more possessive than the last. over 42 text from jimmy within the last few weeks:

the first one innocent enough to make her heart skip before dread settled in: "you good, ma? ain't seen you around."

"missing you mama. been thinking bout how you felt wrapped around me."

"saw you jet out this mornin'. them blue workout shorts look good, baby."

"you thinking bout me, when you touch yo'self? i bet you do."

"this ain't over, asia. y'know that. you can run all you want."

"i miss that pussy so bad. nobody take it, like you do lil mama."

the latest had come with a video—his hand wrapped around himself, stroking himself, his movements moving rhythmically as he called out her name.

"shit, asia. you so fuckin' pretty, baby."

she'd deleted it immediately, but the video had burned itself into her memory.

malasia checked the time—4:17 PM. Trinity should be at work by now, preparing for the dinner rush. she gathered her things, sliding her laptop into its protective sleeve and draining the last of her cold coffee. the caffeine did little to settle her nerves as she contemplated returning to the apartment.

she pulled into her assigned parking spot, noting with relief that trinity's cherry-red audi was gone from its usual place. perfect. she'd have the apartment to herself.

the relief was short-lived.

as she approached their building, she noticed unfamiliar cars in the visitor parking—a white range rover and a silver tesla. probably for other units, she reasoned, quickening her pace. the elevator ride to the fourth floor felt interminable, her heart rate increasing with each illuminated number.

trinity wouldn't be home for hours. the restaurant didn't close until midnight, and trinity usually stayed for cleanup, sometimes joining coworkers for drinks afterward. it was only wednesday—not a night jimmy typically stayed over. the apartment would be empty, quiet, safe.

she stepped inside, dropping her keys into the ceramic bowl on the console table—a habit trinity had insisted upon after finding malasia's keys in the refrigerator one sleep-deprived morning.

the first indication that something was wrong was the music—low, throbbing r&b filtering from the living room. malasia froze, her fingers still on the light switch. the second indication was laughter—feminine, unfamiliar, followed by the unmistakable timbre of a voice that had haunted her dreams for three weeks.

trinity was home. trinity was home with friends. trinity was home with friends and...jimmy.

"well, look who came home," he drawled, his eyes traveling the length of her body with dark eyes

"there she is!" trinity called out, her voice carrying the slight lilt that indicated she was already two drinks in. "the ghost of south beach returns."

beside her sat a girl malasia vaguely recognized from trinity's Instagram—zara or zuri, something with a z—her box braids cascading down her back as she sipped from a wineglass.

malasia's fingers tightened around her laptop bag, knuckles whitening. "I thought… don't you work tonight?"

trinity waved her hand dismissively. "manager had to cut staff. slow night." she gestured toward the kitchen.

"come join us!" the girl on the floor said, as she moved over to make room on the couch for asia

"i—i have work to finish," malasia stammered, eyes darting everywhere but to the armchair where jimmy sat watching her, his dark eyes tracking her every movement. "just gonna head to my room."

"come on, asia," jimmy said, her nickname rolling off his tongue like honey, thick and sweet and dangerous. "one drink won't kill you."

the familiarity in his voice sent shivers racing down her spine. did trinity notice? could she hear the intimacy, the possession in the way jimmy said her name?

"you've been mia weeks. sit down. be human for once," trinity agreed

malasia hesitated, frozen between flight and the social obligation to stay. a third girl emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bottle of wine and an extra glass. she was tall, statuesque, with a crown of natural curls and skin the color of burnished copper.

"you must be the mysterious roommate," the newcomer said, her smile genuine and warm. "i'm nia. trinity's friend."

"malasia," she replied automatically, accepting the glass nia pressed into her hands. "nice to meet you."

malasia found herself seated on the edge of the sofa, as far from jimmy as the furniture allowed, but still within his line of sight. she could feel his eyes on her—hot, possessive, knowing—as she took a sip of wine to wet her suddenly dry throat.

the wine was dry, acidic against her tongue—nothing like the syrupy tequila that had clouded her judgment that night. malasia took another sip, hoping the alcohol might calm her hammering heart.

zuri—that was her name, malasia remembered now—leaned forward, her box braids falling over one shoulder like a glossy waterfall. she wore a cropped sweater that exposed a strip of toned midriff, her nails painted a vibrant coral that flashed like warning signals when she gestured.

"so what do you do, anyway?" zuri asked, her gaze curious and appraising. "trinity says you're always on your laptop, but she's never actually said what you do."

the question was innocent enough, but malasia felt herself tensing anyway.

"i design websites," malasia answered, her fingers tracing the stem of her wineglass. "mostly for small businesses and startups."

"oh, that's dope," nia chimed in, settling cross-legged on the plush rug. her curls caught the light from the floor lamp, creating a halo effect around her face. "freelance? or do you work for a company?"

"freelance," malasia replied, warming slightly to the topic. work was safe. work was neutral territory. "i was with an agency in chicago, but when i moved here, i decided to go independent. more flexibility."

"chicago to miami is a whole vibe change," zuri noted, her bangles clinking musically as she reached for her glass. "what made you leave? the winters?"

malasia's smile faltered, "j—just wanted a change. y'know?"

"ouuu. was it a breakup gone bad? girl don't i know it. niggas are thee worst." nia chimed in, throwing back her last gulp of wine

malasia shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of jimmy's unwavering gaze from across the room. his jawline had tightened, eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly at the mention of her past.

"it wasn't that dramatic," malasia offered, focusing on the crimson liquid swirling in her glass. "just a relationship that ran its course after five years."

"five years?" nia whistled low. "that's practically a marriage in today's dating world. what happened? he cheat?"

the wine suddenly tasted bitter on Malasia's tongue. marcus hadn't cheated—that would have been simpler, cleaner somehow. instead, he'd simply stopped seeing her, as though she'd gradually become transparent over the years until one day, she was completely invisible to him.

"he just…decided he didn't want the same things anymore," malasia said carefully, aware of how jimmy had leaned forward in his seat, hanging on her every word. "said he wasn't ready for the next steps."

"sounds like some weak shit to me," jimmy continued, his voice dropping an octave lower. "real man knows what he wants. takes it. keeps it."

malasia swallowed hard, the wine turning to ash in her mouth. every word felt like a secret message meant only for her, laden with memories of his hands on her body, his voice in her ear. she set her glass down with shaking fingers, suddenly desperate for escape.

"maybe yo man just wasn't worthy," he said, still looking directly at malasia while addressing the room. "some women need to be handled right. need someone who knows they value."

"i should really finish this project," she managed, gesturing vaguely toward her laptop bag. "deadline tomorrow."

"girl, it's barely seven," nia protested, reaching for the wine bottle. "the night is young! trinity says your lame, ugh."

"i've been busy with work," malasia defended weakly, avoiding trinity's penetrating gaze.

trinity rolled her eyes, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a deliberate sip. "work, work, work. that's all we ever hear from you. like sitting on your laptop in pajamas all day is such hard labor."

the room fell silent, the music suddenly seeming too loud in the awkward pause. malasia felt heat creeping up her neck, spreading across her cheeks in a flush that was part embarrassment, part anger.

"i mean," trinity continued, leaning back against the couch cushions with casual cruelty, "designing websites isn't even a real job. it's like, what? dragging and dropping pictures and typing some words? my twelve-year-old cousin could probably do that."

jimmy's eyes narrowed slightly, but a small smirk played at the corner of his mouth. he seemed to be enjoying the show.

"but hey," trinity shrugged, raising her glass in mock toast, "if it keeps the bills paid, whatever. at least your rent checks don't bounce. whatever imaginary job you got, keeps you off your ass forsure."

malasia's fingers curled around the edge of the sofa, nails digging into the fabric. the dismissal of her career—her passion—stung more than it should have. five years of design school, countless all-nighters perfecting her craft, clients who valued her work enough to pay thousands for it—all reduced to "not even a real job."

"damn, trin," nia said, her eyebrows shooting up. "you didn't have to go there."

"what?" trinity's laugh was sharp, defensive. "i'm just saying what we're all thinking. she acts like she's saving someones life or something."

zuri shifted uncomfortably, placing her glass on the coffee table. "i actually think website design is pretty dope. my cousin started an online boutique last year, and the designer she hired made all the difference in her sales."

"thank you," malasia said firmly, finding her voice at last. she stood, gathering her laptop bag, "but trinity's entitled to her opinion. even if it lacks any narrative."

trinity's eyes flashed dangerously. "excuse me?"

"girl, let it go," zuri murmured, placing a cautioning hand on Trinity's arm. "you're being extra right now."

but Trinity shook her off, rising to her feet to face Malasia directly. "i work my ass off serving entitled rich people every night while you sit here in our air-conditioned apartment tapping on a keyboard. don't talk to me about lacking narrative...i know nothing about you."

jimmy leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, watching the confrontation with glittering eyes. the tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to slice with a knife.

"exactly. lets keep it like that." malasia stated, before turning on her heels to head to her room.

she didn't miss the audible "bitch" that came from trinity before she disappeared into the hall. she could feel jimmy's gaze burning into her back, tracking her retreat like a predator noting the weakness of its prey.

"you really had to do all that shit?" jimmy finally spoke, his tone carrying a warning edge, "why you care what she do with her life? let the girl work if she wants to. not everyone wanna be apart of that social shit."

malasia waited outside her bedroom door to hear his defense, if it could be called that. it felt worse than trinity's attack. the subtle condescension, the faint note of pity—it all confirmed what malasia had suspected since that night: in jimmy's eyes, she was nothing more than a convenient distraction, a secret to be kept, a weakness to be exploited.

what she didn't expect is moment's later her phone to light up:

you aight mama? you need me?

she face palmed. she didn't know if she wanted to march back in that room and slap the shit out of him, or just scream her head off. she choose better:

don't ever fucking contact me again.

jimmy's response came almost instantly: don't be like that, ma. you know it ain't that simple.

malasia stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the block button. with a decisive press, she blocked his number, then deleted their entire message thread. a wave of relief washed over her, followed immediately by a hollow ache she refused to acknowledge.

she tossed her phone onto the bed and leaned against the door, sliding down until she sat on the floor with her knees pulled to her chest. outside, she could hear the muffled sounds of conversation resuming, trinity's laughter cutting through the music. malasia closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but instead found herself transported back to that night.

the memory came unbidden–jimmy's hands gripping her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the way he'd looked at her with such hunger. her body responded traitorously to the recollection, a pulse of heat between her legs that made her press her thighs together in frustration.

"fuck," she whispered to the empty room, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes.

the morning after had been worse than the act itself. she'd woken to an empty bed, the only evidence of what they'd done dried on her inner thighs and sheets. her cunt still wet and pulsing in her panties.

trinity had already left for brunch with friends–a small mercy that had allowed malasia to strip her bed without explanation, to scrub herself raw in the shower as if she could wash away the betrayal along with the physical evidence.

she'd turned the shower as hot as she could stand it, steam billowing around her as she stepped under the spray. with trembling fingers, she'd washed away the physical remnants of jimmy—his dried cum, sticky against her inner thighs, dissolving under the relentless water.

but as she'd scrubbed, something unexpected happened. the memory of his hands on her body, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the way he'd filled her so completely—it all came rushing back with an intensity that made her gasp. her nipples had hardened under the spray, her body remembering what her conscience wished to forget.

her fingers has a mind of their own. without a conscious thought, her fingers found her swollen bud. she let out a gasp as she began to rub circles on her clit. she grabbed the shower head off the wall. angling it towards her clit.

asia's quiet moans started to feel the air, she moved two fingers down to her pussy. she was soaked. she'd caught with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle her cries, jimmy's name a forbidden thought she refused to acknowledge. she spread her fingers into a 'v' to stretch herself, the same way jimmy had.

after a few movements, she felt her pussy flutter around her fingers before she clamped down and flooded her hand. her knees buckled from the force, and she slid down the shower wall. letting the water wash away her tears of shame along with the evidence of her weakness.

now, just weeks later, in the quiet sanctuary of her bedroom with jimmy's presence just walls away, the memory of that morning made her face burn with humiliation.

how could her body betray her like that? how could she still feel this pull toward someone who used her for a night and betrayed his own relationship; a secret to be kept from her own roommate?

malasia sat on her bed for what felt like hours. the room getting smaller by the minute.

the distant laughter from the living room eventually faded. asia heard the front door open and close as trinity's friends departed, followed by hushed conversations she couldn't quite make out. she remained motionless on her bed, staring at the ceiling fan's hypnotic rotation until the apartment fell silent.

the digital clock on her nightstand glowed 11:42 PM. she hadn't eaten dinner, hadn't showered, hadn't done anything productive since retreating to her room. her laptop remained untouched in its bag. the client deadline loomed, but her mind refused to focus on anything except the knowledge that jimmy had been just beyond her door, laughing with his girlfriend, while texting her in the next.

asia sat up, running her hands through her hair. sleep seemed impossible, but she couldn't bear being awake with her thoughts anymore. she reached for the small bottle of melatonin on her nightstand—a recent purchase that had become essential.

without it, she'd lie awake for hours, replaying that night, feeling phantom touches on her skin.

she swallowed two gummies, chasing them with lukewarm water from the glass she'd left there that morning. the cherry flavor lingered on her tongue as she changed into sleep shorts and a tank top. the miami heat made anything more unbearable, even with the air conditioning humming steadily.

ss she settled under her thin sheet, ssia tried to quiet her mind. The melatonin would take twenty minutes to kick in—twenty minutes of dangerous thoughts she couldn't afford.

she reached for her phone, scrolling mindlessly through social media, trying to distract herself from the memories that threatened to surface.

eventually, the artificial drowsiness began to take hold. her eyelids grew heavy, her limbs loose and warm. she set her phone aside and surrendered to the chemical calm washing over her. her last conscious thought was relief that tomorrow was thursday—trinity would be working a double shift.

the apartment would be hers. alone.

the sensation came gradually—warm lips against her neck, gentle at first, then more insistent. asia stirred, caught in that hazy space between dreams and wakefulness. the kisses felt so real, trailing down to her collarbone, back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. the weight on her body seemed substantial, not the phantom pressure of a dream.

her body responded before her mind fully awoke—a liquid heat pooling between her thighs, her nipples hardening beneath her thin tank top. when large hands skimmed down her sides to hook into the waistband of her sleep shorts, reality crashed through the melatonin fog.

her eyes flew open to find jimmy above her, his face half-shadowed in the darkness. he was slowly lowering her shorts and panties in one motion, his movements deliberate, unhurried, as if he had every right to be there.

"what—" she began, but her voice was thick with sleep and confusion.

"shh," jimmy whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "you smell so fuckin' good, ma."

"jimmy," she gasped, her mind struggling against the melatonin haze. "you can't be here—"

he ignored her and continued placing hot kisses along her neck, as she pushed against his chest, "we can't—not again—"

"trinity's right down the hall," he reminds her, his lips brushing against her ear. "you want her to hear how good I'm fuckin' you? hm? you gotta be quiet."

she shook her hand frantically as horror shot down her spine. asia's back arched involuntarily as he curled his finger inside her, finding that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. her protest died on her lips, replaced by a moan she couldn't suppress. she heard the faint squelching noises as his fingers moved in and out her pussy.

"you so fuckin' wet, mama. all for me, too. just for me." he whispered into her ear

a moan escaped her lips as his thumb circled her clit. immediately, his large hand covered her mouth, pressing firmly enough to silence her but not enough to restrict her breathing.

"i said quiet," he reminded her, eyes glittering dangerously in the darkness. "you gonna be good for me?"

asia's hands came up to push against his chest, a token resistance that felt more like going through the motions than genuine rejection. his muscular frame didn't budge under her palms.

with one smooth thrust, jimmy buried himself inside her. her back arched off the bed, a scream trapped behind his hand as he filled her completely. he remained still for a moment, savoring the sensation of her cunt pulsing around him.

"there she is," he murmurs appreciatively as her body surrenders. "there's my girl."

asia whimpers beneath his palm, tears now flowing freely down her temples into her hair. the truth of his words cuts deeper than she wants to admit. her legs wrapped around his waist of their own accord, pulling him deeper.

"fuck," he groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. "yo ass so perfect, asia."

jimmy's rhythm was relentless, each thrust driving deeper than the last. His hand remained firmly over her mouth, catching every gasp, every whimper that threatened to escape. the headboard creaked faintly with their movement. they both knew where they'd be heading if they kept up.

"we gotta move," jimmy whispered, his voice rough with desire. "this bed too damn loud, mama."

he withdrew suddenly, leaving her empty and aching. before she could protest, he pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss. his tongue circling her own, to remember her taste.

"shhh," he whispered against her lips, his voice a low command that sent shivers down her spine. "not one sound. you understand me?"

asia nodded, her eyes wide in the darkness, pupils blown with a mixture of fear and desperate want.

"good girl," he murmured, approval warming his tone as he slid his large hands beneath her thighs.

in one fluid motion, jimmy lifted her into his arms. she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, feeling his dick press in-between her folds as he stood. her weight seemed inconsequential in his strong grip, his muscles flexing as he adjusted her position.

he carried her across the room in three long strides, her back meeting the cool wood of her bedroom door with a soft thud. the contrast between the cold surface against her shoulder blades and jimmy's burning heat pressed against her front sent shivers racing down her spine.

he adjusted his grip, strong hands cupping her ass, spreading her wider as he positioned himself at her entrance again, "right here, baby. this how i wanna fuck you. wrap your legs around me tight...just like that."

she complied, locking her ankles at the small of his back as he pressed her against the bedroom door. she tangled her hands in his hair as she pressed her lips to his.

shit, what was she doing?

he rubbed himself between her folds, before slamming inside her in one thrust. asia bit down on his lower lip to keep from crying out, the sensation of being so completely filled overwhelming her senses. The angle was devastating—deeper than before, hitting places inside her that made coherent thought impossible.

the wet slick of her arousal coating his length with each thrust, the soft thud of her back against the door, their mingled breathing harsh in the darkness.

"look at chu," he growled, his pace relentless as he drove into her. "takin' all of me so good."

jimmy shifted his grip on her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he adjusted their position against the door. he spread her legs wider, the new angle allowing him to drive even deeper inside her. fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her down onto his cock with each upward thrust.

the obscene wet sounds of their connection filled the darkness—slick, rhythmic squelches that made asia's face burn with equal parts shame and arousal. each thrust forced more of her wetness to coat his length, dripping down to where his balls slapped against her with every deep plunge.

"jimmy," she gasped, her voice barely audible as she fought to keep quiet. her head fell back against the door with a soft thud, exposing the vulnerable column of her throat to his hungry mouth.

he immediately latched onto her pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide tomorrow. his hips never stopped their relentless pace, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside. her pussy gripping him tightly with each withdrawal, only to yield completely as he drove back in.

her wetness had soaked them both, making each thrust smoother, deeper than the last.

"you feel that?" he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper against her ear. "feel how perfect we fit? nobody else makes you this wet, do they?"

asia shook her head, unable to deny the truth of his words. her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper with each thrust. the pressure was building low in her belly, coiling tighter with each stroke.

"that's right," jimmy continued, his pace increasing as he felt her response. "this pussy's mines. you mines."

she clenched around him greedily, her toes begin to stopped from curling them so tightly, "i can't—" she whimpered, her thighs beginning to tremble around his waist. "it's too much."

"nah, mama," he growled, tightening his grip on her ass. "you can take it. you were made for this dick."

he quickened his pace, fucking into her with abandon now. the slapping sound of skin against skin grew louder, more urgent. asia buried her face against his shoulder to muffle her cries, teeth sinking into his shoulder.

jimmy's hands kneaded her ass, spreading her cheeks further apart as he continued his assault. the position left her completely exposed, completely at his mercy. one of his fingers traced the edge of her puckered hole, before pushing through it making her gasp.

"you like that?" he murmured, watching her reactions carefully even in the dim light. "

she could only nod frantically against his shoulder as pleasure built to unbearable heights. her clit rubbed against his lower abdomen with each thrust, providing the perfect friction to push her toward the edge.

"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "squeeze this dick, baby. show me how good it feels."

she turned her face to capture his mouth with hers, moaning against his lips as the first tremors of her orgasm began to ripple through her.

jimmy swallowed her sounds, his kiss turning desperate and messy as he felt her tightening around him. "that's it," he encouraged between kisses, "fuck, you squeezin' me so good."

her body tensed, every nerve ending electrified as her orgasm approached. jimmy's rhythm grew erratic, his breathing harsh against her neck.

"goddamn," jimmy groaned against her lips, his rhythm faltering slightly as her pussy gripped him tighter. "i'm about to cum, baby. fuck, i can't—i can't hold it.

his thrusts became desperate, frantic. asia clung to him, her mind spinning between ecstasy and guilt. trinity's face flashed behind her closed eyelids—trinity, who was sleeping just down the hall, whose boyfriend was currently buried inside her. the shame should have doused her desire, but somehow it only intensified the forbidden thrill coursing through her veins.

this is the last time, she promised herself, the same empty vow she'd made that first night. just one more time.

then never again.

no matter how asia felt, the way trinity had dismissed her earlier, talked down to her in front of everyone. the casual cruelty in her voice when she'd called website design "not even a real job." trinity was still her roommate.

and she knew trinity would vow the rest of her fucking life to make asia's a living hell if she knew what was going on behind this door. unaware of the betrayal happening against asia's bedroom door. the guilt sliced through her pleasure for a brief moment.

but fuck it if, she didn't want to scream so loud at the way he was fucking her.

before she could process his words, jimmy pressed a second finger alongside the first into her ass, stretching her deliciously. the dual penetration—his thick length filling her pussy while his fingers worked her other entrance—pushed her beyond coherent thought.

the dual penetration sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. her eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm flooded her core. s

he squirted around his dick, her release soaking them both as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. the hot liquid ran down his thighs, dripping onto the hardwood floor beneath them. the intensity of her squirting orgasm took them both by surprise—jimmy's eyes widening as he felt the hot rush of her release bathing him.

she never did that...for anyone.

"ah—i gotta pull out," he panted against her neck, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "shit, i can't stop—you feel too fucking good. that's it, baby. keep cumin for me. that's right."

he tried to withdraw, but asia's legs tightened around him instinctively, keeping him buried deep inside her. his let out choked pants against her neck, as his hips stuttered from her cunt milking him. she felt the hot spurts of his release, filling her completely as he came with a muffled groan against her neck.

she couldn't think. the pleasure was too intense, too all-consuming. her body trembled uncontrollably in his arms, aftershocks rippling through her as jimmy continued to drain himself.

for several heartbeats, they remained frozen in that position—her back pressed against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, his face pressed deeply in her neck. jimmy's fingers slowly withdrew from her back entrance, his softening cock still buried inside her as he pressed gentle kisses along her jawline.

reality began to seep back in as their breathing slowed. the weight of what they'd done—again—settled over asia like a shroud.

jimmy's breath was hot against her ear as he held her against the door, their bodies still joined, both slick with sweat and their combined release. the aftermath of their passion hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

"tell me," he whispered, his voice a rough command that sent shivers down her spine. "tell me how good you felt."

malasia turned her face away, shame burning through her even as her body still trembled with aftershocks. jimmy wouldn't have it. his hand came up to grip her chin, turning her face back toward him.

"nah. look at me when i'm talking to you. tell me how good I made you feel. be honest."

her voice caught in her throat. "jimmy, please—"

tears welled in her eyes, "it felt good," she whispered, the words dragged from somewhere deep inside her. "so good."

a malicious smirk spread across his face. "yeah? what else? tell me how you like it."

"i—i liked when you…" she swallowed hard, the confession burning her throat like acid. "when you filled me up...when you were so deep i couldn't think straight. i've never—" she broke off, a tear slipping down her cheek.

"never what, mama?" he pressed, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast, thumb circling her nipple through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"i never came that hard before. so much." she admitted. her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face

his eyes darkened with renewed desire. "that's my girl," he murmured, leaning forward to capture her lips in a possessive kiss. "you were made for me. this pussy was made for me, mama."

jimmy noticed her shudder. he knew she was about to break down into another hysteria of tears like the last time. he needed to talk to her. he knew he couldn't say it right there.

he navigated through the darkness of her bedroom toward the en-suite bathroom, his steps steady and confident, as his softening dick was still slotted inside her. each step sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her oversensitive body.

"what are you—" he silenced her with a hard kiss as he shouldered open the bathroom door. the cold marble counter shocked her heated skin as he set her down, their bodies still connected.

the position pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing a gasp from her lips that he swallowed with another kiss.

with one hand, he flicked on the bathroom light, the sudden brightness making asia blink rapidly as her eyes adjusted. the mirror above the sink reflected their joined bodies—her legs wrapped around his waist, his large hands supporting her weight, both of them slick with sweat and the evidence of their passion.

in the harsh fluorescent light, malasia could see everything clearly now—especially, the possessive gleam in jimmy's eyes. the mirror behind her reflected her flushed face, her swollen lips, her hair wild from his hands.

his hand came up to cradle her face, thumb stroking her cheekbone with unexpected tenderness. then his grip tightened, fingers pressing into her jaw as he forced her to meet his gaze.

"y'know zuri and nia were talking about setting you up with zuri's brother?" jimmy said suddenly, his voice casual but his eyes sharp as blades. "they think you need to get out more. meet someone."

asia's eyes widened in surprise. "what? no, i—"

"you think i'm gonna let that happen?" jimmy continued, his thumb catching a tear as it rolled down her face. "nah. that ain't happening."

a fresh wave of tears spilled down her cheeks. expecting her to stay...in whatever bubble she was in? alone at that, all while he was in a relationship was fucking crazy.

his free hand slid between their bodies to where they were still joined, his fingers circling her sensitive clit. asia gasped, her body responding instantly despite her emotional turmoil.

"see how yo body knows?" he whispered, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "how it recognizes who it belongs to?"

"jimmy," she whimpered, her voice breaking on his name.

"you belong to me, yea?" he demanded, his fingers pressing more insistently against her swollen bud while his other hand maintained its grip on her face. "say it."

asia sobbed quietly, torn between the pleasure building again in her core and the guilt crushing her chest. she nodded weakly, unable to form words through her tears.

"nah, that ain't enough," jimmy insisted, his voice hardening. "i need t'hear you say it. who you belong to?"

"you," she finally whispered, the admission dragged from somewhere deep inside her. "i belong to you, jimmy."

satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, his grip on her face softening slightly as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

"that's my girl," he murmured against her lips. "that's what I needed to hear."

asia's mind raced, thoughts swirling chaotically despite the renewed desire coursing through her veins. she couldn't deny the physical connection between them—how her body responded to his touch like it had been crafted specifically for his hands—but the reality of their situation couldn't be ignored.

the truth of it burned through her veins like acid—she did belong to him, in ways she couldn't articulate even to herself. Her body had surrendered completely, her will crumbling beneath the force of his desire and her own dangerous need.

asia found her voice, small and broken. "but you…you belong to trinity."

the words hung between them, the elephant that had been in the room since that first night. the betrayal they both participated in, the trust they violated with every touch, every kiss, every shared climax.

jimmy's expression didn't change. his eyes remained fixed on hers, unblinking, unflinching. "so what?"

the casual dismissal hit her like a physical blow. two simple words that revealed the true depth of his character—or lack thereof. She stared at him, seeing him clearly for the first time despite the weeks of obsessing over him, dreaming of him, running from him.

"so what?" he repeated, his thumb wiping

"so what?" she stared at him in disbelief, "are you fucking serious? so fucking what?"

his expression shifted, something dangerous flashing in his eyes. his grip on her jaw tightened fractionally before he released a low, dismissive laugh.

"so what?" he asked again, "that doesn't change what's between us. what's happening right here." he shifted his hips, causing her to shut her eyes tightly, reminding her he was still buried deeply inside her.

the bathroom mirror reflects their entangled bodies—her perched on the counter, legs still wrapped loosely around his waist, his powerful frame standing between her thighs. the image is undeniably erotic— had this all been different; if he was her man, she'd be ready to let him fuck her right on the counter.

but all she feels now is hollow.

"how can you say that?" she asks, another tear escaping despite her effort to hold it back. "how can this be separate? you're her boyfriend, jimmy. this isn't—this isn't right. i'm done doing this."

jimmy leans closer, his breath warm against her lips. "life ain't about right and wrong, ma. it's about what feels good." his thumb traces her bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. "and this feels good, don't it? me inside you? the way i make you cum?"

he rolls his hips slightly, causing her breath to hitch. her body responds traitorously, inner walls clenching around him even as her mind rebels against his words.

"that's not the point," she insists, trying to ignore the way her body still hums with residual pleasure. "we can't keep doing this. i can't keep doing this."

"you said that last time, remember?," jimmy points out, his smirk growing wider. his hand slides between their bodies, finding her sensitive clit with practiced ease. "yet here we are again."

she tries to shift away from his touch, but the bathroom counter gives her nowhere to retreat. his fingers circle her swollen bud with deliberate pressure as his dick begins to harden inside her again.

"jimmy, i mean it this time," she protests, her voice strained as her body betrays her once more. the tears have dried on her cheeks, replaced by a flush of unwanted arousal. "we can't—i won't—"

but her words falter as he begins to move his hips in slow, measured thrusts. each drag of his length against her sensitive walls sends electric currents racing up her spine despite her determination to resist.

"i thought you didn't want this, mama?" he whispers against her ear, his breath hot against her skin, "why you so wet right now? hm?"

asia turns her face away, shame burning through her even as pleasure builds again in her pussy. "that's just physical," she manages to say, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears. "it doesn't mean anything."

jimmy's laugh is low, dangerous. "then let's make a deal, mama." His pace increases slightly, the wet sounds of their connection filling the bathroom's tiled space. "if you don't cum for me, one mo' time—right now—i'll leave you alone. for good."

she looks at him then, searching his face for any sign of deception. "you're lying."

"nah, I'm serious." his thumb applies more pressure to her clit as his hips maintain their relentless rhythm. "no more texts. no mo' visits. nothin."

the offer dangling before her feels like salvation and torture simultaneously. asia closes her eyes, determined to resist the pleasure building within her. she thinks of trinity sleeping down the hall, of the betrayal that has become a habit, of the self-respect she's sacrificed for these stolen moments.

she tries everything—mentally reciting website code, counting backward from one hundred, focusing on the cold press of the counter against her thighs—anything to distract her.

jimmy seemed to read her mind, changing his angle slightly to brush against her most sensitive spot with each pump.

"that's cheating!," she gasped, her thighs beginning to tremble despite her best efforts, "oh god—i can't—"

she could feel herself getting wetter, her inner walls gripping him tighter with each thrust.

"cum for me, baby. i'm right here, witchu." jimmy encouraged, embracing her into a deep bear hug, "lemme feel it."

she whimpered, shaking her head frantically. but her body had other plans. the pressure built to an unbearable crescendo, her resistance crumbling beneath the relentless assault of sensation. with a broken cry, she felt her stomach tighten before a warmth washed over them and she gushed over his dick.

his eyes gleamed with victory, that infuriating smirk spreading across his face. "your mouth say one thing, but your body tell me truth every time."

asia buried her face into his neck, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. Shame and pleasure warred within her, neither willing to claim complete victory. her thighs still trembled from the force of her orgasm, and her cunt still clamping tightly onto his dick.

jimmy pulled out of her with deliberate slowness, savoring the whimper that escaped her lips at the sudden emptiness. their combined releases trickled down her inner thighs, marking her in the most primal way possible.

he stepped back, admiring the sight of her—disheveled, flushed, thoroughly claimed. he bit down on his lip at the sight of her red swollen cunt leaking their combined essence onto the counter.

with unexpected gentleness, jimmy slid his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her from the counter. her legs felt like jelly, unable to support her weight. he carried her the few steps to the toilet, settling himself on the closed lid before positioning her on his lap.

"there you go," he murmured, his large hands spanning her waist. his dick pressed against her ass, already hardening again despite their multiple rounds. "Now you got a choice to make, baby."

asia remained motionless in his lap, her mind a battlefield of conflicting desires. the rational part of her screamed to get up, to walk away, to end this destructive pattern once and for all.

but another part—darker, hungrier—wanted to sink onto him again, to chase that oblivion only he seemed able to provide.

jimmy's hand came down on her ass with a sharp smack, the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. his hands gripped her ass possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided her over his still-hard length.

his words hung in the air between them, a gauntlet thrown down with perfect confidence that she wouldn't—couldn't—pick it up. his hands moved to her hips, thumbs tracing lazy circles on her skin, neither pushing nor pulling, simply waiting.

her breath came in ragged pants as she battled with herself. trinity's face flashed in her mind—the dismissive way she'd talked about asia's career, the casual cruelty in her tone. then Jimmy's words from earlier: "so what?"

malasia stared down at him, her mind a battlefield of contradictions. this was her chance—the moment to reclaim her dignity, to walk away from this destructive pattern. all she had to do was stand up, step back, tell him to leave.

instead, she found herself frozen in place, caught between desire and self-loathing. jimmy's hands rested lightly on her hips now, neither forcing her down nor holding her in place. the choice was entirely hers.

"clock's ticking, mama," he murmured, his thumbs tracing small circles on her hipbones. "what's it gonna be?"

she looks into his eyes, searching for some sign that this is wrong, that they should stop, but all she finds is that same hungry desire that mirrors her own. time stretches between them like a taffy taffy, seconds turning to minutes.

asia crashes her lips against jimmy's, pouring all her frustration and desire into the kiss. it's messy and desperate, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. his hands slide up her back, tangling in her hair to hold her closer as they devour each other.

with trembling fingers, she reaches down between their bodies, wrapping her hand around his thick length. he's hot and hard against her palm, pulsing with a life of his own. the familiar weight of him sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

she positions him at her entrance, feeling the blunt head press against her swollen folds. despite everything they've already done tonight, her body still craves him with an intensity that frightens her. slowly, agonizingly, she sinks down onto him, taking him inch by inch until he fills her completely.

a small hiss escapes her lips at the delicious stretch, the slight burn of her sensitive tissues accommodating his size again.

"easy, mama," jimmy whispers against her lips

"shut up," she gasps as she continues to rock her hips.

she didn't wanna hear his voice. she didn't even wanna see that stupid dumbass smirk on his face. she wanted to slap him, but fuck him at the same time.

jimmy smirked, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him, his eyes darkening with renewed lust. the bathroom's fluorescent light cast harsh shadows across his features, highlighting the predatory satisfaction in his expression. his dick throbbed inside her, growing impossibly harder with each bounce of her body.

"that's it," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "show me how much you want it."

asia's thighs trembled with the effort of lifting herself, her movements becoming more frantic despite her earlier protests.

"i hate you," she whispered, the words lacking conviction as her body betrayed her. "i hate what you make me do."

jimmy's laugh was dark, knowing. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, thumbs pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. "your mouth say one thing, but this pussy? it tells me everything i needa know."

he thrust upward to meet her downward motion, hitting spots inside her that made coherent thought impossible. the bathroom filled with the obscene sounds of their connection—skin against skin, the wet suction of her arousal coating him with each movement.

jimmy's triumphant smile cuts through her like a knife. he's won.

they both know it.

"that's right," he murmurs, his hands guiding her hips in a slow, torturous rhythm. "take what's yours, baby.

his thrusts became more insistent, more demanding. the toilet seat creaked beneath them, the porcelain cool against his thighs as she continued to ride him. her movements grew erratic, desperate, as pleasure built to unbearable heights.

"you mine now," he whispers against her lips. "say it."

malasia begins to rock her hips, setting a slow, torturous pace that has them both breathing hard. "i'm yours," she admits, the words tearing something loose inside her.

tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

but whether from pleasure or shame? she couldn't say.

jimmy captures her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue sweeping past her lips to claim her completely. his hands guide her movements, lifting her slightly before bringing her back down with increasing force.

"tomorrow," he pants against her neck, "you're coming to my place."

malasia's rhythm falters. "what? i can't—"

his hand comes up to grip her throat, not squeezing but establishing control. "not askin, ma. tellin. trin's got that double shift. you'll come to my spot. spend the day with me, in my bed."

the image set off a fire in her. hours spent in his sheets, nothing but them alone?

asia whimpers at the fantasy, imagining herself sprawled across his sheets, legs spread wide as he takes her again and again. On his kitchen counter, in his shower, bent over his couch—marking every surface as theirs.

every surface he's marked with trinity.

"jimmy—"

"look at me," jimmy demanded, his fingers tightening in her hair. "i wanna see yo face when you cum for me again."

asia's eyes locked with his, unable to look away as the coil of tension in her belly wound tighter. his hand slipped between their bodies, thumb finding her swollen clit, pressing circles into it.

her inner walls clench around him, pussy fluttering with the first tremors of release, "jimmy, ah—" she gasps, her voice breaking on his name, "it feels so good."

the pressure builds between her thighs, that familiar tightening deep in her core. her hips move faster, grinding down on him with desperate need. his fingers work magic on her clit, the dual sensations overwhelming her senses.

"that's it," he growls, watching her face contort with pleasure. "let go for me, baby. flood this dick again."

she can't hold back anymore. hot liquid gushes from her center, soaking them both as she squirts uncontrollably. his grip tightening on her hips as he holds her in place, letting her release wash over him.

jimmy watched her come undone, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes as he felt her release coat him once more. "that's my girl,"

her body convulses around him, inner muscles gripping his length in rhythmic pulses as she rides out the most intense orgasm of her life.

jimmy holds her through it, his strong arms supporting her trembling body as she comes undone. his lips press kisses along her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, and across her face.

"be ready by 10 tomorrow," he murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers. "after i drop trin off at work."

the mention of trinity's name sends a fresh wave of guilt crashing through asia. her body stiffens in his arms, the afterglow of her orgasm instantly tainted. jimmy feels the change immediately, his fingers tightening on her jaw.

"nah, stop that shit," he commands, forcing her to meet his gaze seeing tears well up in her eyes. "stop thinking 'bout that. focus on us. what we got right here."

she tries to look away, but his grip is firm, "there is no us," she whispers, the words lacking conviction even to her own ears.

asia's eyes fill with fresh tears, but jimmy wipes them away before they can fall. the actions of her betrayal filing her chest again.

"pack a bag too," his voice dropping to that honey-smooth tone that makes her insides liquify despite her better judgment.

"a bag?" she repeated

"might keep you there for a lil minute." his hands slide down to cup her ass, squeezing possessively

asia nods, defeated and aroused in equal measure. she was unable to form words as conflicting emotions war within her chest. desire and shame. anticipation and guilt. hunger and self-loathing.

her gaze drops to where they're still joined, noticing the absence of the familiar warmth that should have followed his release.

"you didn't cum again," she observes quietly, her gaze pinned on them still intwined.

"that's what you wanted, mama?" he lifts her slightly, his still-hard length slipping from her body with a wet sound that makes her face flush.

he stands, lifting her easily in his strong arms. she feels boneless, utterly spent, as he carries her the sit on the counter again.

asia watches as he stands and dampens a washcloth at the sink. the fluorescent light catches the defined muscles of his back, the strength in his shoulders as he wrings out the excess water.

the warm cloth touches her sensitive flesh, and she hisses, her eyes clinching shut at the contact. jimmy works methodically, cleaning away the evidence of their coupling with unexpected gentleness.

his fingers brush against her tender folds through the cloth, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her overstimulated nerves.

"i know, baby, i know." he soothes, pressing kisses across her cheeks., "you so pretty, mama."

his praise washes over her, a balm to her conflicted soul. despite everything—the betrayal, the guilt, the shame—part of her preens under his approval, desperate for more.

jimmy lifts her effortlessly, cradling her against his chest as if she weighs nothing. her head falls naturally to his shoulder, her body boneless with exhaustion and spent passion. he carries her from the bathroom to her bedroom, navigating through the darkness with surprising sureness.

the sheets are cool against her heated skin as he lays her down with unexpected care. asia watches through heavy-lidded eyes as he retrieves her discarded panties from the floor.

"lift," he instructs softly, and she raises her hips automatically, allowing him to slide the cotton fabric up her legs and over her thighs.

jimmy sits on the edge of the bed, his weight creating a dip in the mattress that rolls her slightly toward him. his large hand comes to rest on her hip, sliding down to cup her ass through her panties. he gives a gentle squeeze, jiggling the flesh playfully before bending to capture her mouth.

his tongue flicks inside, tasting her deeply as though committing her flavor to memory. when he pulls back, his eyes are dark and possessive.

"ten," he reminds her, his thumb tracing the curve of her bottom lip. "be ready."

asia nods, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, making her thoughts heavy and slow. she knows she should protest, should end this before it consumes her completely, but the words won't come.

instead, she reaches up, tangling her fingers in his hair bringing his lips back to hers. with one last peck, jimmy kissed her forehead before standing to leave her room quietly.

asia collapses against the pillows. the scent of him lingers on her skin despite his efforts to clean her. she pulls the comforter over her naked body, seeking warmth that has nothing to do with temperature.

tomorrow. 10am. his place.

she reaches for her phone, her fingers hover over the screen, tempted to search for available apartments in the area. she should move out. should remove herself from this toxic triangle before it consumes her completely.

"just one more time," she whispers to the empty room, "tomorrow, and then I'm done."

she closes her eyes, knowing sleep will be elusive, but hoping for at least a few hours of peace before morning comes.

before she makes yet another choice she'll both treasure and regret.

before she becomes even more his than she already is.

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xoxo. cleo.

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