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shine

Chapter 76

The house was still.

The soft murmur of the ceiling fan spun overhead while the city outside dulled to a hush. Zariya lay curled against Jimmy’s chest, her fingers idly tracing one of the tattoos inked into his skin. His heartbeat was steady beneath her palm, slow and calming, like ocean waves brushing the shore.

Neither of them had spoken in a while, and for once, they didn’t need to.

His hand slid up and down her back beneath the oversized T-shirt she wore—his T-shirt. Her legs tangled with his under the sheets, anchoring them together like they were afraid to drift apart even in sleep.

“You’re really not letting me go, huh?” she mumbled, her voice soft with sleep.

Jimmy smirked, nose brushing the top of her head. “Not even if you tried. Not after all this.”

She leaned up on her elbow slightly to look down at him, curls falling into her face. Her eyes, half-lidded with exhaustion, still held a softness that made his chest ache.

“You know what I used to dream about?” she asked quietly.

He hummed. “What?”

“This. Not the mess. Not the stalker or the drama or me ghosting you. But just… laying like this. Being yours.”

He blinked, stunned into silence for a beat.

She smiled, brushing her knuckle along his jaw. “Crazy how the dreams didn’t even come close to the real thing.”

He pulled her down gently, lips pressing to hers with no rush, no heat—just gratitude. Just awe. When he pulled back, his voice was hoarse with emotion.

“Go to sleep, baby,” he whispered. “I got you.”

And she did. Safe, tucked in his arms. Her breathing slowed, warm and rhythmic against his skin.

He didn’t fall asleep right away. He just held her, wide awake with peace he didn’t think he’d ever earn—but finally had.

Chapter 77

The house was quiet in that warm, golden way it got on Sundays, the kind of silence that came with shared peace and soft routines. Jimmy had one arm around Zariya, their bodies tucked comfortably together on the couch as the television played a muted football recap. Her head rested on his chest, fingers absently tracing the tattoo ink on his bicep.

His phone buzzed. He reached lazily to check it, but before he could open it, Zariya shifted.

“Let me see,” she said, already snatching the phone with a smug grin.

Jimmy groaned in mock protest. “Woman, boundaries.”

“Boy, please. I’ve seen you snore and drool. What secrets you got left?” she teased, already swiping through his photos.

He smirked, watching her scroll past the recent pictures—practice shots, food, random memes, and stealthy snaps of her he clearly took when she wasn’t looking. Her smile softened a little, but she didn’t comment, just kept going until she tapped into an old folder.

“Damn… throwback central,” she mumbled.

There it was—college days. Grainy, slightly chaotic, full of energy and memory. And then she paused.

“Wait a minute,” she said, zooming in. “This was that Halloween party… I remember this night.”

Jimmy looked over just in time to see the picture she’d landed on. Zariya, mid-laugh, a flash of red lipstick and gold hoops, wearing a two-piece pirate costume and spinning on the dance floor like gravity couldn’t hold her down.

Her eyes widened. “You kept this?”

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Zariya turned to him, curious. “Why?”

“You looked... untouchable that night,” he said, voice lower. “Not just pretty. Free. Like you were glowing from the inside out. I remember standing across the room and just thinking—‘Damn. That’s it. That’s the girl.’”

Her breath caught.

“You know,” he added, quieter now, “I told myself if I ever got a real chance, I wouldn’t waste it.”

She swallowed, lips parting, eyes softening.

“Well,” she murmured, “you’ve got me now.”

Jimmy’s gaze held hers, steady and full. “Yeah. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled slowly, the kind that started in her eyes and worked its way to her mouth. Then, without another word, she leaned in and kissed him—slow, deep, sure.

And just like that, the moment sealed itself.

Zariya curled deeper into Jimmy’s side, the weight of his arm grounding her as she continued flipping through the photo album. Each picture held a frozen version of their shared past—some sweet, some funny, all layered in things they hadn’t said at the time.

“Oh my god,” she laughed suddenly, pausing on a shot of Jimmy in a ridiculous Christmas sweater, holding up a burnt tray of cookies like he was proud. “You remember this?”

Jimmy groaned, covering his face. “I was trying to impress you.”

“You nearly set your mom’s oven on fire.”

“I was going through it, okay?” he said, grinning. “You told David you liked guys who could cook. I panicked.”

Zariya blinked, surprised. “Wait—you heard me say that?”

“I heard everything you said back then,” he admitted, voice softer now. “Every time you laughed at one of my jokes, even when they weren’t funny. Every time you’d walk into a room and I forgot what I was talking about. Every time you showed up with lip gloss and attitude—I clocked all of it. Every bit.”

She looked over at him, eyes wide and warm. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I didn’t think I had the right,” he murmured, thumb brushing her hand. “You were taken. And when you weren’t… you were healing. I figured being close to you was better than pushing you.”

Zariya blinked back tears, a small sniff escaping her as she nodded and kept scrolling. She paused again, this time on a photo of them at someone’s barbecue, back when they still insisted they were ‘just friends’—but his hand was on her lower back, and she was leaned against him like her body knew what her heart hadn’t yet caught up to.

“You remember this one?” she asked softly.

“Yeah,” he said, voice dipped in memory. “That’s the day Jey pulled me aside and said, ‘you’re gonna lose her if you keep playing dumb.’”

Her eyes darted to his. “And you still didn’t say anything?”

Jimmy chuckled lowly. “I was stubborn. You were sacred.”

Zariya’s breath hitched. “Sacred?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You were the safest part of my life, Z. I didn’t wanna screw it up. Not with everything you’d been through.”

She let the phone rest on her thigh, turning to face him fully now. “So what changed?”

Jimmy’s hand came up, brushing a curl behind her ear. “You came back. And you looked at me like I wasn’t just your friend anymore. That was it. That was the sign I’d been waiting on.”

Zariya leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. “I was scared.”

“I know. Me too. But we’re not scared now, right?”

She smiled gently, brushing her lips against his. “Not anymore.”

And they sat there, in the quiet warmth of their living room, holding each other and the proof of what had always been between them—even when they’d pretended it wasn’t.

Later that night, the photo album lay forgotten on the coffee table, but its ripple effect was still heavy in the air. Zariya had tucked herself against Jimmy again, this time with his hoodie draped over her shoulders. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the record player spinning something old and soulful in the background—one of her favorites he’d remembered.

“You ever think about how close we were to never getting here?” she murmured, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

“All the time,” Jimmy replied, his voice thick with honesty. “But I also think everything had to happen the way it did so I wouldn’t waste this now. So I’d show up right.”

Zariya tilted her head up to look at him, her brows pulled together thoughtfully. “You think you’re showing up right?”

He gave a slow, sure nod. “I know I am. Finally. And I’m not going anywhere, Z. Not unless you tell me to.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw before she whispered, “Not a chance, Fatu.”

He grinned. “That sound like commitment, ma’am?”

“Sounds like a woman who’s not letting her best friend or her man go,” she teased, kissing him again��deeper this time, slower, lingering like she had nothing but time.

Chapter 78

The sun was barely pushing through the curtains when Jimmy stirred, hand reaching across the bed instinctively.

Empty.

His brows furrowed, head lifting as he sat up, scanning the room. No sign of her—no soft hum from the bathroom, no footsteps in the hallway. Her phone was gone from the nightstand.

“Z?” he called out once, voice rough with sleep.

Silence.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and grabbed his phone. No text. No missed calls. No story post. He tried calling her. Straight to voicemail. Again.

By the third call, his heart was jackhammering.

He paced the floor, muttering under his breath. “No. No way she ran. We’re good—we were good.” His fingers tangled in his hair. “Unless I misread all of it. Unless she’s scared again—dammit.”

Just as he was two seconds from calling Ari in a panic, the front door opened.

She strolled in like she hadn’t just driven a man out of his damn mind with worry.

“Zariya,” he barked. “Where the hell have you been?! I’ve been blowing up your phone—”

She ignored his rant entirely, her grin bright and unbothered as she dropped her keys in the dish by the door. “Relax.”

“Relax?! I woke up and you were just gone!”

She crossed the room slowly, mischief tugging at the corner of her lips. “You gonna let me explain or you just wanna keep yelling?”

He opened his mouth—then froze as she reached for the hem of her cropped hoodie and pulled it up and over her head in one smooth motion.

She wore nothing but the tiny sports bra beneath it and a fresh, delicate tattoo inked along the curve of her ribs.

"Jonathan"

Small. Elegant. Daunting in its finality.

His breath caught.

She looked up at him, grin still in place, ignoring how his jaw had slackened. “You really think I’d go ghost after giving a man permanent real estate on my skin?”

“You—you what?” His voice cracked.

She shrugged, pretending to inspect her nails. “I don’t do matching t-shirts or couple filters, babe. But I’ll get your name stabbed in my side, no problem.”

Jimmy was stunned silent.

Then he stepped forward, hands cupping her face, staring down at her like he couldn’t decide whether to kiss her or scold her again.

“You are… insane.”

“And you love it.”

He couldn’t even argue.

Jimmy was silent, staring down at the ink like it had knocked the breath clean out of him.

She expected him to tease. To smirk. Maybe even say something smart about how she was definitely the crazy one between them.

But he didn’t do any of that.

Instead, his thumbs brushed against her jaw with a gentleness that made her breath hitch. His voice, when it came, was low and rough—quiet in that way that made her listen closer.

“You tattooed my name on your body,” he said slowly, like he was trying to make sense of it out loud. “After everything. After what we went through.”

Her grin started to slip as her heart thudded harder, the weight of the moment catching up with both of them. “I didn’t do it to prove anything,” she whispered. “I just… I wanted it. I wanted something permanent. I was so damn sure.”

Jimmy’s brows furrowed, his hands dropping to her waist, thumbs brushing her skin just below the ink. “You didn’t even tell me. You just went and did this. While I was in here—thinking you left. Spiraling.”

Her eyes started to sting. “I wasn’t trying to scare you. I just—I didn’t want to talk about it until it was done. Because I’m tired of second-guessing what I feel for you. Tired of being afraid of how real it is.”

His fingers tightened slightly at her waist, and his voice cracked, low and raw: “You got my name on your ribs and I’m still trying to figure out how I got this lucky.”

Zariya swallowed hard. “You’re not lucky. You’re mine. Same way I’m yours.”

That undid him.

Jimmy pulled her in, wrapping her tight into his chest, burying his face in her neck. She felt his breath stutter, felt the tremble in his hands.

“I thought I lost you again,” he admitted. “I thought I was waking up to the same pain all over again. I was about to lose my mind.”

She pulled back just enough to look up at him. “You didn’t lose me. You never did.”

He stared at her like she was a miracle he never expected to keep, then leaned in and kissed her with everything that had been building—relief, love, the gut-deep fear that had been crushed under the proof of her commitment.

When they finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead to hers and whispered, “I’m never letting you go again.”

And for once, Zariya didn’t flinch. She smiled.

“Good. ‘Cause this tattoo ain't going nowhere.”

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Jimmy walks in front of Ella and Jey is behind her. Jimmy looks into her eyes and says

" Are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this."

" Yes, I'm sure" Ella says in a shaky voice.

" Okay, if you need us to stop or slow down at any point let us know okay." Jey says gently

" Okay." Ella says

The tension in the air is thick and jimmy gently grabs Ella's hand and leads her to the bed where he gently sets her down. Jimmy reaches for the straps of her dress looks into her eyes and says

" Can I slip these off your shoulders."

" y-y-e-e-s " Ella stutters out.

Jimmy smiles and slowly pulls the straps of her dress down her arm and he looks at jey who is behind Ella and nods his head. Jey brings his lips to Ella's ear and whispers

" Can I unzip your dress."

" Yes you can" Ella says shakily

Jey slowly unzips her dress and guides her to stand up when she is fully standing Jimmy and Jey work in tandem to slowly pull her dress off of her. When her dress hits the floor and she completely bare before them she looks up and down her self consciousness eating at her. Jimmy gently grabs her chin and says

" You are breath taking don't talk down to yourself."

" yeah, you are so beautiful." Jey says from behind her.

" Let us show you how beautiful you are, let us worship you and love you the way you deserve." The twins say at the same time.

Both of the twins strip bare in front of Ella and gently lay her down on the bed.

Jimmy gently lowers himself on top of her and Jey is on her right side.

Jimmy and Jey slowly and gently run their hands down her body. Pouring devotion and love out to her through their gentle touches. Jimmy's hands gently massage her legs and thighs while Jeys hands gently massage her shoulders.

"MMMMM that feels so nice." Ella moans

" Good you deserve to feel good." Jey whispers in her ear as he begins to kiss from her neck all the way down to her collarbone.

Jimmy's hands that were once moving slowly are now moving with a purpose. Jimmy gently brushes his hand against her inner thigh and looks her in the eye and says

" Can I touch you now, I'll go slow and be gentle I promise."

" Yes Please I trust you." Ella says

" Okay." Jimmy says his face softening after he heard what she said

Jimmy slowly and gently pushes his fingers into her intimidate area and moans at how right this feels to be here with her in this moment.

Ella moans out

" mmmmmmmmm Jimmy keep going."

Jimmy does as she said his fingers move with purpose slowly bringing her to the edge wanting her to feel just how much he loves her in this moment.

Ella just keep moaning at the beautiful feeling of Jimmy's fingers inside of her and the feeling of Jey kissing her from her neck to her chest like she was his religion and he was worshipping her.

Jimmy looks directly at Ella as he flicks his finger in just the right spot bringing waves of pleasure crashing over her.

" Jimmy " Ella moans as her back arches off of the bed as the waves of pleasure flow through her.

Jimmy gently pulls his fingers out of her and watches contently as she relishes in the afterglow of her release. He gently kisses her on the lips and says

" how do you feel Ella."

" I feel liberated like I'm free." Ella says shakily

" Good, you should always feel free and loved and that's all that my brother and I wanna do for you tonight and any other night you need us." Jimmy says seriously his eyes never leaving hers.

" Thank you." Ella says Quietly.

Jey ever the jokester says

" Okay, he had his turn to worship you now let me."

" Okay " Ella says

Jey moves from behind you and kneels in front of you putting his face between your legs. His eyes never leave yours as he begins to slowly move his tongue in and out of her intimate area.

Ella's back arches and Jimmy is right there behind her where Jey was before he gently kisses down her neck and whispers words of devotion and love to her.

" Jey" Ella moans loudly

Jey moves with a purpose increasing his pace to bring her that sweet release so she can feel how much he loves her. Jey looks right in her eyes as he moves his tongue just the right way sending a wave of pleasure through Ella.

" Ahhhhh Jey." Ella moans as she releases

Both Jimmy and Jey look at her adoringly and they both slip beside her holding her and gently kissing her face.

Ella looks at them and with tears streaming out of her eyes says

" Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me. "

The twins look at her and wipe the tears out of her eyes and say

" We know you were feeling insignificant and unloved and you should never feel like that if we could take your shitty of a husband place and marry you right now we would.

Ella laughs gently and says

" That would be nice."

The twins look at each other than look at her and say

" We love you, if you ever need a night to just be loved and worshipped call us and we will come running.'

Ella looks at them smiles and says

" I will I absolutely will."

The twins and Ella fall asleep wrapped up in each others arms and Ella had felt something she hadn't felt in a long time seen and loved.

The end

Jimmy walks in front of Ella and Jey is behind her. Jimmy looks into her eyes and says

" Are you one hundred percent sure you want to do this."

" Yes, I'm sure" Ella says in a shaky voice.

" Okay, if you need us to stop or slow down at any point let us know okay." Jey says gently

" Okay." Ella says

The tension in the air is thick and jimmy gently grabs Ella's hand and leads her to the bed where he gently sets her down. Jimmy reaches for the straps of her dress looks into her eyes and says

" Can I slip these off your shoulders."

" y-y-e-e-s " Ella stutters out.

Jimmy smiles and slowly pulls the straps of her dress down her arm and he looks at jey who is behind Ella and nods his head. Jey brings his lips to Ella's ear and whispers

" Can I unzip your dress."

" Yes you can" Ella says shakily

Jey slowly unzips her dress and guides her to stand up when she is fully standing Jimmy and Jey work in tandem to slowly pull her dress off of her. When her dress hits the floor and she completely bare before them she looks up and down her self consciousness eating at her. Jimmy gently grabs her chin and says

" You are breath taking don't talk down to yourself."

" yeah, you are so beautiful." Jey says from behind her.

" Let us show you how beautiful you are, let us worship you and love you the way you deserve." The twins say at the same time.

Both of the twins strip bare in front of Ella and gently lay her down on the bed.

Jimmy gently lowers himself on top of her and Jey is on her right side.

Jimmy and Jey slowly and gently run their hands down her body. Pouring devotion and love out to her through their gentle touches. Jimmy's hands gently massage her legs and thighs while Jeys hands gently massage her shoulders.

"MMMMM that feels so nice." Ella moans

" Good you deserve to feel good." Jey whispers in her ear as he begins to kiss from her neck all the way down to her collarbone.

Jimmy's hands that were once moving slowly are now moving with a purpose. Jimmy gently brushes his hand against her inner thigh and looks her in the eye and says

" Can I touch you now, I'll go slow and be gentle I promise."

" Yes Please I trust you." Ella says

" Okay." Jimmy says his face softening after he heard what she said

Jimmy slowly and gently pushes his fingers into her intimidate area and moans at how right this feels to be here with her in this moment.

Ella moans out

" mmmmmmmmm Jimmy keep going."

Jimmy does as she said his fingers move with purpose slowly bringing her to the edge wanting her to feel just how much he loves her in this moment.

Ella just keep moaning at the beautiful feeling of Jimmy's fingers inside of her and the feeling of Jey kissing her from her neck to her chest like she was his religion and he was worshipping her.

Jimmy looks directly at Ella as he flicks his finger in just the right spot bringing waves of pleasure crashing over her.

" Jimmy " Ella moans as her back arches off of the bed as the waves of pleasure flow through her.

Jimmy gently pulls his fingers out of her and watches contently as she relishes in the afterglow of her release. He gently kisses her on the lips and says

" how do you feel Ella."

" I feel liberated like I'm free." Ella says shakily

" Good, you should always feel free and loved and that's all that my brother and I wanna do for you tonight and any other night you need us." Jimmy says seriously his eyes never leaving hers.

" Thank you." Ella says Quietly.

Jey ever the jokester says

" Okay, he had his turn to worship you now let me."

" Okay " Ella says

Jey moves from behind you and kneels in front of you putting his face between your legs. His eyes never leave yours as he begins to slowly move his tongue in and out of her intimate area.

Ella's back arches and Jimmy is right there behind her where Jey was before he gently kisses down her neck and whispers words of devotion and love to her.

" Jey" Ella moans loudly

Jey moves with a purpose increasing his pace to bring her that sweet release so she can feel how much he loves her. Jey looks right in her eyes as he moves his tongue just the right way sending a wave of pleasure through Ella.

" Ahhhhh Jey." Ella moans as she releases

Both Jimmy and Jey look at her adoringly and they both slip beside her holding her and gently kissing her face.

Ella looks at them and with tears streaming out of her eyes says

" Thank you, you don't know how much this means to me. "

The twins look at her and wipe the tears out of her eyes and say

" We know you were feeling insignificant and unloved and you should never feel like that if we could take your shitty of a husband place and marry you right now we would.

Ella laughs gently and says

" That would be nice."

The twins look at each other than look at her and say

" We love you, if you ever need a night to just be loved and worshipped call us and we will come running.'

Ella looks at them smiles and says

" I will I absolutely will."

The twins and Ella fall asleep wrapped up in each others arms and Ella had felt something she hadn't felt in a long time seen and loved.

The end

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Evelyn had just finished getting herself a drink when she saw all of the bloodline walk in. She runs up to them and hugs each of them and says

" Hey guys im so glad all of you could come."

" Well duh you know we wouldn't let you celebrate on your own." Trinity says

" Oh Hi Sami and Tama I didn't know you knew these guys." Evelyn says

" Yeah, we've known them for a while." Tama and Sami say at the same time.

" OH okay cool small world, I am gonna go pesters the DJ now okay." Evelyn says

" Okay you go do that birthday girl." Trinity says

As Evelyn walks over to pester the DJ Trinity looks at everyone and says

" We need a plan for if shit goes wrong."

" If she starts to transition Tama and Sami you cant be anywhere near her." Jimmy says

"Why" They both say at the same time.

" because Sami you can barely control yourself as it is when she starts to transition your instincts are going to kick in and you will bite her and hurt her more than she already will be " Jey explains to him.

" Yeah, I dont wanna hurt her." Sami says

" Tama, you can barely control your wolf, when she starts to transition your wolf is gonna take over and mark her and that will hurt her worse than she already will be." Solo explains to Tama.

" I dont wanna hurt her either" Tama says

" So now that we have established that who is gonna hold them back." Roman asks

" Me and Solo will hold Tama back." Tonga says

" Me and Jey will hold Sami back" Jimmy says

" Okay when she starts to transition I will do my best to help her." Trinity says

"Now what are we going to do about the Cody situation?" Solo asks

" well Jacob is the alpha he's the strongest so him and Roman can work together to stop him." Trinity says

" Okay, now we have a plan we just have to watch her carefully." Tonga says

Everyone nods in agreement

The party is in full swing now and Evelyn asks people from the bloodline if they wanna dance Sami and Tama both say they will at the same time. Evelyn laughs and says

" Tama I'll dance with you after Sami gets a turn."

" Okay" Tama says

Sami pulls Evelyn to the dance floor and wraps his arms around her waist. He leans down to her ear and whispers.

" Happy birthday Eve."

" Eve, is that my nickname now Sami." Evelyn jokes with him

" Yeah its simple but elegant and it suits you." Sami says gently kissing her under her ear and he feels Evelyn shutter.

" S-a-m-i what are you doing." Evelyn stutters

" nothing its just you smell so nice." Sami says while gently kissing down her neck.

" Thank you Sami, um I'm gonna go dance with Tama now." Evelyn stutters out.

" Okay" Sami says sadly.

Evelyn walks up to Tama and says

" your turn"

Tama says nothing he just gently grabs her hand and leads her to the dance floor. He gently wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. They sway for a few minutes and then Tama leans down and whispers in her ear.

" Happy birthday lynn."

" Lynn, okay I kind of like that nickname." Evelyn says

" Good, it suits you." Tama says

Tama gently presses a kiss under her ear and he feels her shutter. He pulls away, looks at her and says

" I'm sorry I don't know what came over me."

" It's okay Tama." Evelyn says looking him in the eye but she notices something different.

Tama notices her looking at him weirdly and says

" what is it."

" Nothing your eyes were brown and now they look black." Evelyn says

"Oh, um I don't know what that was I'm goanna use the bathroom, okay?" Tama says

" Okay" Evelyn says

Tama walks away frantically and grabs Jacob to talk to him.

Sami grabbed Jey to talk to him as well.

Tama looks at Jacob and says

" I think she is about to transition my wolf is begging to get out and mark her."

Jacob looks at Tamas eyes and notices they are black signaling that his wolf was tryig to take control.

" I see that, you did good walking away before you lost control." Jacob tells him

" Yeah it was really hard." Tama said

" I know it is, hey lets go talk to the others and see if Sami felt anything funny." Jacob says

Tama just nods and they walk over to where Sami and Jey are.

Sami looks at Jey and says

" I think it is going to happen soon I almost lost control and bit her." Sami told Jey

" Well you did good walking way." Jey told him

" I know it was so hard." Sami says

" I know it was." Jey said

Tama and Jacob then tell Sami and Jey that Tama felt the same things and that they all believe that Evelyn's transition will happen soon.

Meanwhile Evelyn had walked around and mingled with the rest of her guests when she suddenly felt off. She walked outside to get some air hoping that she would feel better. She felt extremely hot and cold at the same time and her head was pounding and she wasn't the only one that noticed.

The bloodline had all found there way back to each other and were congregating. Tama and Sami's eyes turned black signaling that there wolf and Vampire had taken over. Everyone hears Evelyn's loud scream from outside and they all run in that direction. They get to where they are and see Evelyn on the ground sweating and shivering at the same time her back is arched and her eyes her jaw is locked in place. She cannot stop screaming. Trinity looks at the others and she runs over to Evelyn and says

" Hey, its okay your gonna be okay look at me please." Trinity says

" what is happening to me Trin ahhhhhhhh hurts so bad." Evelyn yells

" I know it does I will explain everything later just grab my hand and try to stay calm." Trinity says

Evelyn grabs Trinity's hand and squeezes it so hard her knuckles turn white.

Looking on Tama growled loudly and his wolf had fully taken control. He went to rush toward Evelyn but Solo and Tonga hold him back.

" LET ME GO NOW." Tama growls

" No, you can't you will hurt her." Solo says

Tama says nothing and just growls.

Sami is having a hard time controlling himself to. Sami hisses loudly and his fangs are on full display and he rushes toward Evelyn but is held back by Jey and Jimmy.

" LET ME GO NOW. " Sami hisses out.

" No you cant you'll hurt her." Jimmy says

Evelyn is still thrashing around but it has gotten slower and that's when Trinity realizes her transition is almost over. She looks at Evelyn and says

" Good job its almost over okay."

" Okay, God I'm so thirsty and I feel like I could run a mile." Evelyn says

Trinity noticing that Evelyn had calmed down said

" Yes, it'll be like that, come with me and I will explain everything."

They get up to walk inside but are stopped dead in their tracks when they see Cody and Evelyn's dad Jake. Jake looks at Evelyn and says

" Well, Hello sweetie did you miss me."

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. Did the transition go like you thought it would?

Do you think Tama and Sami controlled themselves well?

How will Evelyn react to the news Trinity will tell her?

How will Evelyn and the others react to Michael and Cody?

Tune in to chapter 5 to find out.

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Ch.20 - Serendipity

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Druitt POV

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Trin stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her eyes holding a truth I both desperately wanted and desperately feared to see. The silence in the room intensified, every nerve in my body screaming for the answer etched on her face...

"It's negative, girl," I let out a sigh of relief, placing my hands on my chest. Trin tossed the test in the trash and walked over to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Slightly relieved. I don't think we're quite ready to have children together right now," I admitted.

"Why you think that?" she asked, a confused look on her face.

"Well, we're both really focused on our careers right now, plus we haven't even been dating for that long," I shrugged as I pulled my gear out of my bag.

"What about years from now? If you're still champion, would you hold off then too? Look at Becky, she had a baby, came back, and won titles back to back. A baby isn't going to stop you, sis," she said with a knowing look before heading out.

I sighed, lost in thought. The opening of the door startled me, pulling me away from my thoughts. I turned to see Jey walking in.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, walking over to me. He placed his hands on my lower back, giving me a quick kiss, before heading over to the couch to sit down.

"Hey, babe, what's up?"

I went over and sat in his lap. "I've got a backstage segment and then a match with Jade. I think we're closing out the show," I said, fiddling with his curls.

"Mmm, I might have to start calling you Ms. Main Event then," we both chuckled at his joke.

"I guess so," I replied, smiling. We talked for a few more minutes until he had to leave to finish getting ready for his match. After he left, I quickly changed into my gear, since my hair and makeup were already done.

After I was done changing, I left the dressing room and headed towards the interview area, where I met up with Cathy.

We filmed the interview quickly, and then I made my way to Gorilla to get ready for my match. I saw Jade there, and we went over the plan. Finally, it was time for Jade to make her entrance. Her music hit, and she walked out of Gorilla to a loud pop from the crowd. I waited a couple of minutes, getting myself into position. Once my music hit, I was completely in the zone.

As I walked out, the crowd cheered just as loudly for me. I looked around, holding my title up in the air as my pyros went off. A smirk played on my lips as I walked to the ring, keeping intense eye contact with Jade.

Samantha announced the match as the ref held up the title. Soon, the bell rang, signaling the start.

~After the Match~

The adrenaline was starting to fade, leaving a pleasant weariness in its wake. Back in my dressing room, I methodically gathered my gear, the familiar weight of my bag a comforting presence. Stepping out into the backstage hallway, I offered quick goodnights to the passing superstars and the hardworking crew, their nods and smiles a testament to the shared experience of the night.

The roar of the crowd beyond the backstage doors was still a vibrant hum. As I emerged, a few enthusiastic fans called out, their cheers a final burst of energy. I waved in their direction, a genuine smile on my face, before spotting Jey leaning against our car. Eager to avoid lingering and the potential for a larger gathering, I slipped into the passenger seat.

With Jey behind the wheel, we pulled away from the arena, the sounds of the night softening as we headed towards the familiar comfort of our hotel. A low melody drifted from the car speakers, a relaxed soundtrack to our post-match calm.

I noticed Jey subtly rotating his right shoulder, a slight wince creasing his brow. "You okay, babe?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"Yeah, I'm good ma," he replied, his voice a little tight. "Shoulder's a bit sore, that's all."

"I can work on that for you when we get to the hotel," I offered, gently rubbing the tense muscle beneath my fingertips as he drove.

A small smile touched his lips. "I definitely won't turn that down."

The drive to the hotel was quick and comfortable. We gathered our bags and made our way to our room, the quiet normalcy a welcome contrast to the electric energy of the arena.

Inside, we fell into our familiar nighttime routine, the unspoken rhythm of our shared life a comforting ritual. Emerging from the bathroom, I found Jey sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped slightly. I moved behind him, my hands finding the knots and tension in his muscles. I kneaded and pressed, feeling the tightness gradually ease under my touch.

After a while, his head tilted forward, a sigh escaping his lips. "You good, babe?" I murmured.

He placed his hands over mine, stilling my movements. "Yeah, thanks, beautiful. Shoulders feel a lot better." He turned his head slightly, his eyes finding mine.

Leaning over his shoulder, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a silent expression of care and affection. We settled into bed, the soft glow of the television screen casting a warm light as we cuddled close, the day's excitement fading into peaceful sleep.

~A Few Days Later~

Atlanta was a welcome change of pace, filled with the happy chaos of spending time with Jey and Jeyce. Today, though, I was carving out some solo time, eagerly anticipating a lunch date with Trin, who was also in town with Jon.

I was just putting the finishing touches on my hair when Josh strolled into the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk.

"Mmm," he drawled, his eyes running over me. "Might have to tell Trin you're not going to make it."

I turned, a confused look on my face. "Why would you do that?"

"Have you seen how you look?" he said, stepping closer. "Girl better be lucky I won't get you pregnant right now."

A nervous laugh escaped me at his bold statement.

If only you knew... the thought flickered through my mind, a secret warmth blooming within me.

"Could you help me with this necklace?" I asked, turning my back to him. He moved behind me, his fingers fumbling slightly with the delicate clasp before securing it. He then pressed a soft kiss to the nape of my neck, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me close.

"Josh, I really don't have the time," I said gently, though a shiver traced its way down my spine.

"Just a few minutes," he murmured into my hair. "Trin can wait."

A soft chuckle escaped me. I turned in his embrace, my hands resting on his chest. "As much as I would absolutely love to," I said, my gaze softening, "one, Jeyce is downstairs. Two, I really do need to go. And three," I leaned closer, my lips a breath away from his, "we both know it wouldn't just be a few minutes." I punctuated the statement with a quick kiss before stepping out of his arms.

"That's okay," he said, a knowing wink in his eye as he backed out of the bathroom. "This weekend, you mine tho."

I gave myself a quick once-over in the mirror, soothing my hands down my outfit. A small smile playing on my lips, before grabbing my purse and heading downstairs, the promise of lunch with Trin and the anticipation of the weekend mingling in my thoughts.

"Alright, I'm gone, babe," I said, leaning in for a quick peck, already turning to leave.

"Here," Jey called out, and I turned back to see him tossing me a set of keys. "Take the Cedes. Take care of her."

I caught the keys, a smile spreading across my face as I looked up at him. "I promise to take care of your baby," I replied playfully, before heading out the door, sliding into the luxurious car, and pulling away from the house.

The drive to the brunch spot was easy, and I immediately spotted Trin at a cozy corner table. As I walked over, her face lit up.

"Hey, sis!" she exclaimed, pushing back her chair to embrace me in a warm hug.

"Hey, girl," I said, settling into the seat as the waitress approached to take our orders.

"So, what's up with you?" Trin asked once we were alone again.

I shook my head slightly. "Nothing much, still processing that little scare from a few days ago."

"Yeah, did you tell Jey?"

"No, I didn't," I admitted, my gaze drifting for a moment. "I don't think I'm going to tell him, to be honest." Just then, our food arrived, and we paused our conversation to savor the delicious smells and take our first bites.

"Why not?" Trin prompted after a comfortable silence. "Have y'all ever talked about having children together?"

I nodded. "Yes, we have. We're both on the same page about where we see ourselves in the future." I took a slow sip of my mimosa before continuing, "I have absolutely no doubts about having children with him. He's a fantastic father to Jeyce."

"I'm sensing a little hesitation there," Trin observed gently.

"I mean," I began, a thoughtful frown creasing my brow, "if I were pregnant, wouldn't it be too soon? We've only been dating for five months."

"I hear what you're saying," she acknowledged, "but you guys have such a strong connection already." I nodded in agreement, the truth of her words resonating within me.

"Yeah, we do, and I want to nurture that for a while," I explained. "Not saying our relationship couldn't handle having a child, but right now doesn't feel like the right time." I shrugged. "Plus, he just asked me to move in, and I still haven't given him an answer."

"Is there a reason why?" Trin asked, her eyes filled with genuine curiosity.

"I guess a part of me is still holding onto insecurities from my past relationship," I confessed, my voice softening. "It's no fault of Josh's at all."

"I say go for it," Trin encouraged, leaning forward slightly. "I mean, think about it. When was the last time you were actually home?"

I paused, considering her question. I couldn't help but agree; lately, Josh's place had become my de facto home. "Okay, I see your point," I conceded with a small smile. "I guess I will give him my answer this weekend."

The conversation then meandered to other topics, the easy camaraderie between us a comforting constant as we enjoyed the rest of our brunch. Eventually, the telltale buzz of our phones interrupted us, both texts from the boys, expressing how much they missed us.

I looked up at Trin, a knowing smile on my face. "I guess we need to go before they come and drag us out of here."

Trin laughed, nodding in agreement. "That part." We paid the bill, shared another hug, and then went our separate ways, the warmth of our friendship lingering as I headed back to Jey.

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HIS TURN 📍

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HE SO FINE 😩

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Cravings

Summary: you and Jimmy are up at 3:00 am because of your cravings.

Genre: FLUFFIEST FLUFF EVER.

Authors note: I’m not crying it’s just my eyes are trying to…. ok maybe I am crying. ANYWAYS ENJOY.

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“Are you really about to eat that shit?” Jimmy asked as you set up your phone camera and grabbed your spare jar of baby dills you had Jim grab earlier this evening because you ran out. “Baby please try it with me it’s actually amazing.” You said as you opened the bottle of honey.

“Y/N I love you with all my heart but I just cannot.” He said before the both of you burst out laughing. “Just do it for me Jon!” You pleaded with him as you gave him and yourself a paper towel, a pickle and a drizzle on honey.

“I cannot believe I’m doing this shit with you right now.” You giggled as you hit record. “Ok guys so me and my husband are doing the try my pregnancy cravings challenge and we are so excited!” You said as you pushed Jimmy with your hip as he started at the camera with a blank face. “Man I was forced to do th-” you covered his mouth with your hand.

“Let’s get started!” You laughed and Jimmy smirked, at times like this it made him the happiest man alive to see your beautiful bright smile, and the way you laughed whenever you guys did silly things, that’s what made him proud to be the father of you and his kid.

You crunched into the pickle and so did Jimmy, you groaned at the sweet and tangy taste while Jon looked like he was about to throw up. “Babe you are the most dramatic person i have ever met, it’s not even bad!”

“Baby that is horrible! How do you like that?” Jimmy said whilst he flushed his mouth with some water. “It’s actually amazing you’re just exaggerating, and if you won’t eat the rest give it to me!”

“Mannn, here.” Your eyes lit up as you took the rest and downed it like you did your last one. “Phew glad I’m not pregnant- Ow!” You slapped his arm. “That’s what you get!” You said in between giggles.

“Ok this next one, you’re gonna like I promise!” You said as you spread some Nutella on four gram cracker and placed two marshmallows on two of the crackers and two cut up strawberries and put them on the two others. “You ready?” You said as you looked up at Jimmy and he nodded as you hit record.

“Ok this is our next craving, it looks so good!” You said as you showed it off to the camera before giving one to Jimmy to try. “Three, two, one go!” You said as you both crunched on the sweet treat. “Ok now you can’t say that’s this one isn’t good!?”

Jimmy smiled and nodded. “It is pretty good but you trynna give my baby diabetes with this shit.” You threw your head back from how hard you laughed. “I am not going to give the baby diabetes!”

Jimmy wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck. “Yeah you better not.” He said before showering your face with kisses.

“Ok we have two more after this one so… get comfy!” You shouted with excitement. “Y’all it’s 3 AM and me and this girl couldn’t sleep so she talking bout let’s do this pregnancy craving challenge, worst mistake of my life.” Jimmy said. “Shut yo mouth.” You said as you rolled your eyes. As soon as you turned around from the fridge Jon tickled your underarms making you twitch, scream and laugh.

“JON STOP IT!” You giggled, out of breath as he stopped. “Yeah cause who you talking to like that girl? Next time ima get that neck.” He smirked. “You’re a cruel soul babe.” You smiled at him as you hit record again for this next craving.

“Ok guys so this one actually isn’t mine, I saw this from a girl and it looked so good we just have to try it!” You said as you opened the package of tomato’s. “Ok so this one calls for sliced tomatoes salt pepper and lemon!” You said as you sliced the tomatoes and set them to the side Jon snuck one when you weren’t looking with you found out about later when rewatching the tapes.

“My mouth is watering.” You said as you sprinkled the salt and pepper on them as well as some lemon juice because who feels like cutting a whole lemon? “This looks like a heart attack.” Jimmy laughed. “Keep your opinions to yourself Jon!” You said as you and him picked up a slice.

“Three, two, one!” You said before you both took a bite. “This is actually amazing! Don’t lie you know it’s good!” You said as you waited for his reaction but he just smiled and grabbed another one. “Yeah I know.” You smirked as Jon kissed his teeth.

“Ok after this one we have one more left.” You said as you gave Jimmy and yourself a full strawberry and a block of cheese. “This is one of my favorites.” You said as you just ate the whole thing in one bite, not even bothering to say three two one.

“Damn girl! It was not that good Y/N.” He said as he took a bite his eyes widened in shock. “What the hell?” He said before eating the rest. “I told you!” You laughed out loud as he grabbed another strawberry and some more cheese.

“Ok this is our last one and I actually haven’t tried this one, it’s watermelon and yogurt so let’s try it and see if we like it.” You said as you handed Jimmy the slice of watermelon and topped it with some peach yogurt. “Cheers.” You said as you both ate it. “Mmm I like this one but it’s kinda weird to me, this yogurt is a little too tangy, and tangy and sweet don’t mix with me unless it’s any fruit and Tajin.”

“I like it.” Jimmy said as he dipped his slice into some more yogurt. “It’s kinda like savory to me.” Jimmy said as he ate the rest and took yours since you said you wouldn’t finish it.

“Well that was fun.” You said as you yawned. “Uh oh, Someone’s sleepy.” Jon said before picking you up bridal style and taking you back to y’all’s shared bedroom. “Jon! What about the mess?” You giggled and asked as he laid you down on the bed. “I’ll clean it just go to bed baby girl!” He exclaimed as he kissed you and shut the door before leaving to clean the mess.

You saved all the clips to CapCut and decided you’d edit and post them tomorrow and that you need sleep right now. You yawned before shutting your eyes and dozing off into dream land.

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PHEW THAT TOOK ALL DAY. THANKS FOR READING ILYSM

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When He’s Not There

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: infidelity (idk why I keep writing this trope but don’t drag me😭), fluff, and smut.

To the world, Egypt and Joshua Fatu were just friends. Best friends.

The kind that finished each other’s sentences, laughed a little too loudly at shared jokes, and spent hours talking about nothing.

The kind who were always too comfortable in each other’s presence — too familiar for it to just be a platonic relationship, but never enough for anyone to question their boundaries.

They had always been that way. Always.

Except, somewhere along the line, the lines between “friends” and “something else” had blurred. Neither of them had ever dared to name it, but it was always there.

The way Joshua’s hand brushed hers when they reached for the same thing, and neither of them would pull back.

The way Egypt could find him in any room without looking, their eyes meeting across crowds with a silent understanding.

The way he would show up for her, no questions asked, even when she told him she was fine, even when she pushed him away.

And yet, they were still just friends.

Everyone else believed it, Egypt believed it, too, at least for a while.

But then came Caleb.

Egypt’s boyfriend of two and a half years.

A man who had once made her feel like she was the center of his world.

Caleb had been kind once, attentive, the kind of boyfriend who would surprise her with flowers, listen to her talk about her day, make her feel seen.

But over time, the attentiveness had faded. Their conversations became clipped and strained, their moments of intimacy sparse. Caleb, the man who once filled her world, had become a stranger. And the more Egypt tried to ignore the distance between them, the more it weighed on her heart.

She should’ve left him, she knew that.

She knew it.

But she didn’t.

Because every time Caleb walked out that door, whether for work or whatever excuse he gave, Joshua was always there to fill the void.

He didn’t ask why she and Caleb were distant.

He didn’t push her to explain why she never quite felt alive when she was with Caleb anymore.

He just showed up. And every time, he was exactly what she needed.

But it wasn’t enough to make her leave Caleb. Not yet.

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The night Joshua won his first World Heavyweight Championship at WrestleMania 41 was supposed to be his night.

It was the culmination of years of hard work, sacrifices, and a relentless pursuit of a dream. It should have been a night to celebrate with his brothers, with his fans, with everyone who had ever supported him.

But as he sat in the back of the company’s rental on the way to his hotel room, belt slung over his shoulder, a familiar ache gnawed at him.

He’d been on top of the world just hours before, standing in the ring, hearing the crowd roar his name. And yet, as he ran his fingers over the cold metal of the title, it didn’t feel as fulfilling as he thought it would.

There was still something missing.

Someone missing.

He’d expected Egypt to be there.

He’d expected to feel her excitement, to share the moment with her. After all, she was always there for him. Their friendship had been built on years of unspoken understanding, late-night talks, and shared dreams. He’d expected to text her after the win, expecting her congratulations, her voice.

But he hadn’t heard from her.

He knew the reason.

Tonight was the anniversary of her and Caleb. The day they had been together for three years. He didn’t need to ask; he didn’t need to be told. He just knew. Caleb had her tonight.

And Joshua had no right to ask for anything else.

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Egypt stood by the hotel room window, the cool breeze from the night air brushing against her skin. She had been pacing for hours, unable to shake the feeling that she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. She had meant to stay home with Caleb, to put on a smile and pretend everything was fine.

But Caleb hadn’t seemed to notice her absence when he left for work. Not like she had hoped.

And Joshua…

Joshua had been on her mind all day. She had sent him a text, wishing him luck, but deep down, she knew she wanted to be there for him, celebrating his victory.

She didn’t know when she had stopped caring so much about Caleb’s presence in her life.

Maybe it had been months, maybe even years, but tonight, on the night of her anniversary with Caleb, Egypt knew the truth. She was tired of pretending.

When the door to the hotel room opened, it was Joshua who stepped inside.

His eyes locked onto her instantly, and a breath caught in his throat. She was there. In his hoodie. Her presence felt like everything he had been missing. But the weight of the moment was not lost on him. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. She wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Egypt,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “What are you doing here?” His hand instinctively reached for her, needing to touch her to make sure she was real, to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

She smiled softly, the kind of smile that told him everything he needed to know. “I was only going to celebrate with one person tonight,” she said, her voice steady despite the turbulence swirling inside her. “And it wasn’t going to be Caleb.”

Joshua’s breath caught in his chest. “You left him?” he asked, disbelief mixing with the emotion he couldn’t quite contain.

Egypt nodded slowly, stepping closer to him. “I’ll make it up to him later. I’ll figure out the right words. But tonight… tonight is yours.” She reached up to touch the side of his face, her thumb brushing over his jaw. Her gaze was soft but determined. “I want to be here. With you.”

Joshua stood frozen for a moment, his heart hammering in his chest. She was here. She had chosen him — even if it was only for tonight, for just a moment. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions crashing inside him.

But all he could do was reach out and pull her into him.

His lips found hers with a desperation he hadn’t even known he felt until this moment. He kissed her as if she was the air he’d been starved of. His hands slid down her back, pulling her impossibly closer, feeling the heat of her skin beneath his fingers. It was the first time in a long while he had felt alive.

Egypt kissed him back with a fierceness that matched his own. She needed him, needed this — needed to feel wanted, needed to feel like she wasn’t just another woman in Caleb’s life, waiting for his scraps. She had been waiting for this for far too long, and now, with Joshua, it felt like it was the only thing that made sense.

She broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “I’m scared, Josh,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m scared of what this means. I’m scared of losing everything… losing you…”

Joshua cupped her face in his hands, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. “You won’t lose me,” he said firmly. “But you need to stop pretending. You need to stop lying to yourself. I’m here for you, Egypt. Always.”

She closed her eyes, her heart aching with the weight of his words. “I don’t know how to make this right,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You don’t have to,” Joshua replied, his lips brushing against her forehead. “We’ll figure it out together. You don’t have to go back to him. Not if it means you have to keep pretending.”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer. “I don’t want to pretend anymore,” she confessed, her voice barely a whisper.

Joshua kissed her again, slower this time, savoring every second of it. It wasn’t about the victory tonight. It wasn’t about the championship. It was about them. About the way they had always been, about the way their connection had never really gone away, even when they tried to hide it.

Later, in the quiet of the room, tangled in sheets, their bodies intertwined, they didn’t say much. There were no words for the rawness of what they had shared. No words for the guilt, the longing, the inevitability of it all.

Just the sound of their breathing, their hearts beating in sync for the first time in what felt like forever.

In that moment, there was only the here and now. Only Joshua. Only Egypt. And everything else faded away.

Tonight, when he wasn’t there, Joshua had what he had always wanted.

Tonight, Egypt had what she had been longing for.

The sun barely crept through the blackout curtains of Joshua’s hotel suite, casting a soft glow over the crumpled sheets and tangled bodies. Egypt lay nestled against his chest, her cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breath. For a long time, she didn’t move. She just listened to his heartbeat — slow, strong, safe.

The weight of the night before hovered in the air, thick and unspoken. Her hand was still resting on his chest, her fingers curled lightly around his chain. Joshua had fallen asleep with his arm around her waist, his face buried in her curls like he couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving in the night.

She hadn’t.

She stayed.

Egypt blinked slowly, her lashes brushing against his bare skin. Her heart was heavier than it had been in a long time, but not because she regretted anything. That was the worst part. She didn’t regret last night. Not the way his lips had found hers like a man starved. Not the way he whispered her name like a prayer against her throat. Not the way he looked at her like she was the only thing he’d ever wanted in his life.

No. She didn’t regret any of that.

What she regretted was going home.

Joshua stirred beside her, exhaling through his nose as his arm pulled her in tighter, unconsciously. His voice came to her, low and rough from sleep.

“You’re still here.”

She smiled, eyes still closed. “You sound surprised.”

“I thought you’d be gone before the sun came up.”

Egypt finally looked up at him, their faces so close their foreheads nearly touched. “I thought about it,” she confessed. “But then I thought… I didn’t want this to be just one night.”

His gaze softened, thumb brushing against her bare hip beneath the sheet. “You stayed,” he repeated, like he was reminding himself it was real.

“I did.”

“Then stay a little longer.”

A silence fell between them. Comfortable, but thick with implication.

“It’s WrestleMania weekend,” she whispered. “You have a million things to do. Interviews. Appearances. Media.”

“I canceled them,” he said simply.

Egypt blinked. “You what?”

“I told them I needed rest. Told them I was celebrating my win in private.” His tone turned almost smug. “They bought it.”

“You’re serious?”

Joshua reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “If I’m gonna have you, ‘Gyp… even for a little while… I want all of you. I want both days. Not just scraps of time when he’s not paying attention.”

Her throat tightened. “Josh…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just stay.”

Egypt hesitated. She should’ve said no. Should’ve reminded herself that she had an anniversary dinner waiting back in Georgia with a man who probably wouldn’t even notice she was emotionally absent. But that was the thing about Caleb — he didn’t see her anymore. Not the real her. He saw the version of her he wanted to believe was happy. Settled. Easy.

But Joshua saw everything.

She buried her face in his neck and whispered, “Okay.”

Room service arrived around ten. Egypt had slipped into his oversized hoodie, legs bare, hair loose, and eyes still heavy from sleep. Joshua padded over in nothing but sweats, grabbing the tray and tipping the bellman before locking the door again.

“You really canceled everything today?” she asked again, disbelief coloring her voice as she nibbled on a croissant.

He smirked, sitting beside her on the couch and lifting her legs into his lap. “I told you. If I’m selfish enough to take what I want, I’m gonna be selfish enough to keep it.”

“That’s dangerous talk,” she teased, sipping her coffee.

“Maybe,” he murmured, eyes trailing across her face. “But I’ve been waiting years to have you like this. I’m not letting go that easy.”

Egypt looked away, her heart stumbling over itself. “You always waited,” she said quietly. “Even when I didn’t see it. Even when I chose him.”

Joshua didn’t respond right away. He reached for a strawberry, then brought it to her lips. “I waited because I love you. Even if it took years. Even if I had to watch you play happy with someone else.”

She looked down at his hand, her lips brushing against the berry as she bit into it. “That’s not fair to you.”

“It wasn’t fair to you either,” he replied. “You deserve more than cold dinners and empty promises.”

A silence stretched between them, and for a moment, all Egypt could hear was the buzz of the city below them. Her fingers found his again.

“Do you remember the night we first met?”

Joshua smiled. “How could I forget? You spilled wine on my brand-new sneakers.”

“You were so dramatic about it.”

“I was trying to impress you.”

“You did,” she admitted.

He looked at her, surprised. “I did?”

“You were real. You never played a part. You never tried to be what I wanted. You were just… you.”

“Still am,” he said gently. “Still yours. If you want me.”

Her breath hitched.

Egypt didn’t leave that day. Or the next. She canceled her flight home. Claimed she caught a cold and didn’t want to get Caleb sick. It was a flimsy lie, but it bought her more time.

And Joshua?

Joshua made good on his promise.

They didn’t leave the room. They ordered takeout, watched old matches, laughed like kids, made love like the world was ending.

The second night felt different than the first. Slower. More intentional. Like they were savoring the moments, knowing they might not get another one.

As Egypt lay on top of him, her hair spread across his chest, she whispered, “What happens when I go back?”

He was quiet.

“I mean it,” she said. “What happens when I walk back into that house and pretend like none of this happened?”

Joshua turned his head, eyes burning into hers. “You’ll pretend. Because that’s what you’ve been doing for two and a half years. But I won’t.”

She swallowed hard. “Josh…”

“I’ll wait again, if I have to. I’ll wait in silence. In shadows. But I won’t let go.”

“Even if I can’t choose you right away?”

He nodded. “Even if you never do. I had you for two days. And I’ll live on that if I have to. But I’m never letting go again, Egypt. Not in here.” He tapped his chest.

Her heart cracked open.

⸻

The Morning After WrestleMania Weekend, Egypt stood at the window, watching the sun rise. Her bags were packed. She was leaving this time. She had to.

Joshua came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “You don’t have to say goodbye.”

“I do,” she whispered.

“But not forever,” he said.

She turned to face him. “Tell me this wasn’t a mistake.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Tell me you’ll still be there.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

She pressed her forehead to his. “Then tell me one more time.”

“I love you.”

Egypt kissed him like she wanted to freeze time. When she finally pulled away, her voice trembled. “I love you too.”

⸻

When Egypt got back home, Caleb was already on the phone when she walked in. He barely glanced at her, offering a distracted, “Hey babe.”

Egypt stood in the doorway for a long moment, her heart heavy but her soul light.

He didn’t ask about the trip. Didn’t ask if she missed him. He just went on with his call, business as usual.

Egypt watched him, a strange calm settling over her.

Because now, she knew.

Even if she stayed a little longer, her heart wasn’t here anymore.

It was with Joshua.

And even if the world never knew…

She had finally found something real.

The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly in Joshua’s mind, days after WrestleMania 41. His body still ached from the toll of the match, and his championship title sat heavy in his duffle bag, but his thoughts… they weren’t on victory.

They were on her.

Egypt.

He replayed the weekend on an endless loop—the look in her eyes when she walked into his hotel room, the trembling way her hands had found his after she closed the door behind her, the way her mouth had whispered “I love you” between every desperate kiss. And the sound of her laughter the next morning, tangled beneath the sheets, unapologetically his for just a little while.

He was supposed to return to media rounds. WWE had rescheduled a major interview after he skipped the original one to spend another day with her. Selfish, maybe. But after waiting a couple months—years, if we’re truly being honest—to have her in his arms like that, he wasn’t giving up a single minute.

He remembered her sleepy voice that second morning, head resting on his chest as she muttered, “You’re not going to get in trouble for this?”

He had only smiled, brushing his fingers through her curls. “I’d miss a whole damn press tour if it meant keeping you here another night.”

Joshua knew it was temporary—hell, Egypt did too. But he didn’t care. He wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t want more, didn’t want her permanently. But if secret moments were all he could have, he’d make every one of them count.

Still, life moved on.

By mid-week, he was back under the harsh studio lights, answering questions with his usual charm, smiling for cameras, and tossing the weight of the world title over his shoulder like he’d been carrying it his whole life.

But beneath it all, a countdown ticked in his head.

April 29th.

Her birthday.

He remembered once, three years ago, when she joked that no one ever really made a big deal out of her birthday. That she always played it down. That Caleb “wasn’t the type to go all out.” And Joshua remembered the way she had looked away when she said it. Like it didn’t bother her. But it did.

And this year, she deserved more. She had sacrificed her own anniversary to celebrate his win. She had risked everything to be with him, even if just for a weekend.

He wouldn’t let the day slip by.

He wouldn’t let her forget that someone in this world saw her.

⸻

The sun crept through Egypt’s bedroom blinds in slanted beams of orange and gold. Morning arrived slowly. She lay still, listening to Caleb’s usual routine—the rustling of his suit jacket, the creak of his closet door, the clink of his coffee mug on the kitchen counter. Same as always.

Predictable. Distant.

Her eyes drifted to the dresser where a small glass vase sat, holding five roses. A card leaned beside it. Hallmark. Printed words. His signature scribbled without a note.

She read it once and left it unopened after that.

No “I love you.”

No “Happy birthday, baby.”

Just… “– Caleb.”

She sat up slowly, pulling the blanket around her chest and blinking against the light. She didn’t cry. She wasn’t even angry. There was just that dull ache again—the one that never really left.

He left for work without a kiss, like always. Egypt stood at the window, arms crossed as she watched his car back out of the driveway. And then he was gone.

And she was… free.

Free to breathe. Free to feel. Free to smile without forcing it.

Her phone buzzed. She already knew who it was.

Lani: Happy Birthday, queen! Brunch at our spot in an hour. I’m not taking no for an answer.

Egypt smiled faintly, typing back.

Egypt: On my way. No Caleb today. Just me.

Lani: Even better.

⸻

Brunch was perfect. Lani always made her laugh. There were mimosas and French toast with strawberries, a little too much syrup, and stories loud enough to make the waitress raise a brow twice. They talked about old times, high school messiness, Lani’s new situationship, and the one-night stand Egypt pretended didn’t count in college.

“You’ve got that glow,” Lani said halfway through their second drink. “Don’t try to lie.”

“I do not.”

“You do. Don’t make me guess—”

“Lani.”

Lani leaned in. “You saw him again, didn’t you? Joshua?”

Egypt didn’t answer. But her smile gave her away.

“You’re in deep,” Lani whispered.

Egypt stirred her drink slowly. “He won the championship… and I couldn’t not be there. Caleb didn’t even care. And for once, I wanted to be selfish.”

“Was it everything you thought it’d be?”

“It was more.”

“And now?”

“I don’t know.”

Lani didn’t push. She didn’t have to. Egypt’s silence said it all.

⸻

That evening, Egypt returned home alone. Caleb was working late again, supposedly. She stepped out of her heels, peeled off her earrings, and started toward the kitchen to pour a glass of wine.

But when she turned the corner—

Her breath caught.

Candlelight flickered softly across the living room. Roses—dozens of them, red and white—lined the floor in a winding path. And there in the center of it all stood him.

Joshua.

Black t-shirt. Fitted jeans. A single rose in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he said, voice low.

Egypt froze.

“How… how did you—?”

“Lani might’ve helped.” He smirked. “Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” she breathed. “I’m… I don’t know what I am.”

He stepped toward her, pressing the rose into her hands. “You’re the birthday girl. And I told myself I wasn’t going to let today pass without showing you how much you mean to me.”

She looked around—candles, petals, a small table set for two in the corner.

“You did all this?”

He nodded. “You gave me a night I’ll never forget. I wanted to give you one too.”

Egypt swallowed hard, heart fluttering in her chest. “What about Caleb?”

“I didn’t ask about Caleb.”

That earned a laugh from her—soft, tired, but real.

“I made dinner,” he added, guiding her toward the table. “Well… I had it made. But I plated it, so that counts, right?”

She sat, hand still gripping the rose. “This is… incredible.”

He sat across from her, eyes never leaving hers. “You deserve it.”

Dinner melted into music and soft conversation. They ate slowly, savoring more than just the food. Every glance, every brush of fingers across the table, was layered with a history only they understood. They had years of friendship behind them. Years of “almosts” and “what ifs.”

Now they were here. And it was all real.

After the last bite, Egypt pushed her plate aside. “You’re going to ruin me.”

“Good.”

“Joshua…”

“I mean it.” He stood, walking to her side. “I meant every ‘I love you’ that night. I meant every kiss.”

She leaned back to look up at him. “It’s not that simple.”

He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “I know. But I’m not asking for anything tonight. No promises. No plans. Just let me give you this.”

Her lips trembled. “I’m scared of what I feel for you.”

“I’m not.”

She closed her eyes as he kissed her knuckles. “You make me feel like I matter.”

“You do,” he whispered. “To me, you always have.”

And then he stood, pulling her gently to her feet.

“Dance with me.”

“There’s no music.”

“We don’t need any.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she leaned into him like she always did—like her body remembered what her mind tried to forget. And they moved slowly, swaying in the soft candlelight, her head against his chest.

“I wish this wasn’t temporary,” she murmured.

Joshua didn’t speak at first. But when he did, it was a vow only she could hear.

“Even if it’s a secret. Even if it’s wrong. I’ll never let you go again.”

And Egypt, with her eyes closed, heart aching and full all at once, knew she didn’t want him to.

Not anymore.

The lights were dimmed low in Egypt’s house, the faint glow of vanilla-scented candles flickering softly from the dresser and nightstand. Outside, the quiet hum of the late April night carried a spring warmth that seeped through the cracked window, brushing against the gauzy curtains like a whisper. Inside, the air was thick — not just with the scent of roses Caleb had barely acknowledged her with earlier, but with the presence of someone who had always been more than just a friend.

Joshua was seated at the foot of her bed, his broad shoulders hunched forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. His eyes followed her as she moved around the room, her movements slow and deliberate — not teasing, not hesitant, just… sure. Sure in a way she hadn’t been in a long time. Her dress was still on, the silky black fabric hugging her frame in a way that made it hard for him to look away, and impossible to forget.

“I still can’t believe you showed up tonight,” she said softly, turning to face him with her arms crossed, not out of defensiveness, but to hold herself together. “You didn’t have to do all that.”

Joshua looked up at her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “Yeah, I did.”

She gave him a soft, almost embarrassed smile. “Why?”

His voice came out quieter than expected, but heavy with emotion. “Because you gave me your anniversary night. You should’ve been with him… but you chose me. I’m not about to let that go unnoticed. Egypt, I’ve wanted to be the man you come home to for years.”

Her breath caught, and she blinked — not out of surprise, but out of knowing. Deep down, she always knew Joshua felt something for her. She had seen it in the lingering stares, heard it in the warmth of his voice when they talked, felt it in the gentle way he touched her lower back when they hugged. And truth be told, she had longed for those moments far more than she had ever admitted — even to herself.

“You always loved me better than he did,” she whispered, finally saying the words that had been echoing in her head for months now.

“I still do,” Joshua replied. “Even if it’s wrong to everyone else… even if I’m not supposed to — I do.”

Egypt crossed the room slowly, stopping when she stood between his knees. Her hands reached for his face, thumbs brushing along the scruff lining his jaw. “Then be with me tonight,” she said. “Not just like before. Really be with me. In here.”

Joshua swallowed hard, eyes holding hers with that silent storm he always carried. “You sure?”

Her nod was small, but steady. “I’m tired of pretending. Tired of coming home to a man who doesn’t see me… who doesn’t even try to. Tired of fighting myself over you. This is what I want.”

His hands found her waist and guided her gently onto his lap. She settled against him with a soft exhale, her forehead resting against his. The world outside those four walls didn’t exist anymore. There was no Caleb. No WWE. No guilt. Just her and the man who had always looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Their lips met with the kind of hunger that came from years of holding back. The kiss was slow at first — tender and reverent — but it quickly deepened, igniting the fire they both knew too well. His hands moved up her back, hers tangled in his hair, and together they lost themselves in that moment. No questions. No apologies. Just truth in every touch.

Joshua lifted her gently and carried her to the bed. She felt weightless in his arms, and somehow, like she was finally home. He laid her down carefully, eyes never leaving hers, and when he joined her, it was like something in both of them clicked into place.

The air became charged between the two, the feelings the two had for each other has overflowed and they stared to pour it out into each other.

Jey’s hands trailed up her thighs as he kissed her, caressing her skin like it was the most precious thing he’s ever put his hands on, and to him she was.

His index finger rubbing her lips through her panties, feeling the wet spot that has been pooling since she first seen in her living room and without any warning, he pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingers inside.

The gasp that left her lips, gave him the advantage of pushing his tongue into her mouth to really taste her. Egypt was something he could have forever if she would let him.

His fingers twisted as he pushed them in and out of her, causing her to cry out and grip onto his shirt as she whispered his name out as a plea.

"Feel good baby?" Jey mutters, and Egypt could only answer with a moan, rocking her herself against his fingers.

Jey pulls back just a bit to watch her, Egypt’s curly hair sprawled out on the sheets, sweat forming on her forehead as she kept her eyes on him, but they weren’t focused. No, she was losing herself in the pleasure that he was bringing her just through his fingers.

“Josh, please.” She begs, and a small smirk forms on his face because he knows he’s the only person who gets to see her like this.

"Damn ‘Gypt," He mumbled, eyes trailing over her face before locking with her low glossy eyes. A smirk spread across his face as he twisted his fingers again, "You getting close baby?"

She nodded her head eagerly, moaning out softly as her stomach tightened up. "So close," She whimpered, keeping her eyes on his as she continued riding his fingers, matching his pace. "Ooo-baby."

He wrapped his right hand around her throat and gently squeezed as he sped up the pace of his fingers, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip. "Ride my fingers till you cum baby, get yo nut."

She responded by rocking her hips faster to match the pace of his fingers moaning louder as she felt her orgasm slowly sneaking up on her. The pleasure was felt throughout her body and he could tell she was right at the edge as he curled his fingers in a 'come here' motion, pushing her right where she needed to go, watching her downfall.

"Ohmyg—Josh." She panted as her eyes rolled back, her back arching of the bed, releasing all over his fingers. She slid her arms around his neck and held him closely, letting the pleasure subside on its own. "Shit."

And Josh couldn’t stop the possessiveness that took over in the moment. Egypt had told him she was tired of pretending and so was he, so he was going to take advantage of the situation to the fullest.

"Turn around for me pretty girl." Josh muttered out to her, and he only stepped back to undress himself and Egypt wanted to do what he told her but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from him.

Tribal tattoos on his caramel glazed skin that looked so pretty in the moonlight. Egypt didn’t even notice that Joshua was fully undressed, not until he walked back to the bed.

He didn’t even give her a chance, he just turned her around and flipped her onto her stomach. She automatically assumed the position and Josh bit his lip at his at her deep arch and shook his head, rubbing his top against her clit. She was so fine and seeing her like this made made him brick hard. "Finna give you something to really celebrate."

Her clit throbbed from his words and she gripped the sheets to prepare for his insertion. But nothing could've prepared her for what was next as curse words left her mouth as he entered her slowly, completely stretching her out and filling her up.

"Oh my fucking God-" She gasped breaking her arch a little but he quickly pushed her back down, holding her in place as he thrusted slowly until she relaxed and let him all the way in.

"There you go, let me in." He cooed

Egypt’s moaned filled the air as her he began speeding up, pushing every inch into her as he started to blow her back out. He watched as she moved up slightly every time he pushed all the way inside of her, chuckling. He moved his hands back to her waist and pulled her closer to him fucking her harder.

“You leaving him for good baby?” He asked, eyes focused on where they entangled together.

Her cream looked delicious on his dick as he pushed it back on her. “It’s gon be me and you from now on right?” He questions but she could barely hear him over her moaning and the sounds of their skin clapping together.

Egypt's moaned filled the air as her he began speeding up, pushing every inch into her as he started to blow her back out. He watched as she moved up slightly every time he pushed all the way inside of her, chuckling. He moved his hands back to her waist and pulled her closer to him fucking her harder.

"What you say?"

Egypt cried out and gripped the sheets so hard it came off the bed. He pushed his thumbs into her back dimples and slowed down his pace, pushing deeper.

She buried her face into the bed and screamed.

"Huh I can't hear you?" He asked, leaning forward to see her face as he continued fucking her, slapping her ass. "You done with him baby?"

“YesYesYes baby, m’done with him, I promise.” Egypt cries out, her hand reaching out to push back at his stomach and the only thing Josh did was grab her hand and intertwined their fingers together.

What happened between them next wasn’t just sex — it was the culmination of all the nights they couldn’t, all the times they’d said goodbye when they didn’t want to. He worshipped her like he had been waiting his entire life for this night. And she loved him back with the kind of vulnerability that came from finally choosing the thing she was most afraid of losing.

“I love you,” she breathed out as he poked her spot, her walls squeezing against him to warn him that she was close.

Joshua paused, eyes meeting hers again. “Say it again.”

“I love you.”

He kissed her again, slowing his pace this time. “I swear to God, Egypt… nobody is taking you from me again. I don’t care if I have to fight him tooth and nail.”

Her eyes filled, but she didn’t cry. She smiled instead, one hand clutching the sheets in euphoria. “You won’t have to.” She breathed out before letting out a quiet moan.

“I know baby, let go for me. I gotchu.”

And Egypt’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she cried out Josh’s name as she came all over him.

And Joshua didn’t stop, kept pushing into her until he felt himself twitch and he released himself inside of her.

“I love you.” Josh whispered back to reciprocate her declaration of love.

“And I’m serious, I want you Josh.”

And she meant it.

They fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms, the sheets warm around them, the scent of sex and satisfaction lingering in the air. The morning sun crept in through the curtains, but neither stirred. Not right away.

When Egypt finally opened her eyes, the guilt didn’t rush in like it used to. Instead, it was clarity. A quiet knowing. She turned her head and found Joshua already awake, watching her.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” she smiled sleepily.

“You okay?”

She nodded. “More than okay.”

They laid in silence for a few minutes, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

“I should feel bad,” she whispered, “but I don’t. I thought I would… but I don’t.”

Joshua brushed his fingers down her spine. “You gave too much of yourself to someone who stopped appreciating it. You’re not wrong for wanting more.”

She swallowed. “I think I’m ready to stop hiding.”

He looked at her carefully. “Even if it means losing everything else?”

Egypt turned fully toward him now, brushing her knuckles along his jaw. “What I had with Caleb wasn’t real anymore. What we have… is. That’s worth the risk.”

Joshua didn’t speak right away. He just pulled her closer, kissed her deeply, and let that promise linger in the air between them.

Later that morning, after another slow round of kisses and whispered laughter, Egypt finally got out of bed and padded softly to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror for a long moment, brushing her fingers through her hair, taking in the faint blush in her cheeks and the contentment in her eyes.

This was her truth now.

She stepped back into the bedroom to find Joshua scrolling through his phone, bare-chested and comfortable like he belonged there — because he did.

“I gotta head out in a bit,” he said, voice thick with reluctance. “They want me to redo the interview I canceled.”

Egypt leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You gonna talk about the title?”

Joshua smirked. “I’ll talk about the win. But I’ll be thinking about this.”

Her lips quirked. “Smooth.”

“I’m serious. WrestleMania was huge, but you showing up at my hotel room that night… that was everything.”

She walked over and kissed his forehead. “Go be a star. I’ll be here.”

As he left, Egypt stood by the door for a long while, her fingers resting lightly over her lips, heart already aching for him. But this ache… it wasn’t the same empty kind she felt every day with Caleb. This ache was full of love. Full of hope.

She didn’t know how everything was going to unfold, didn’t know how long they could keep this quiet — or if they even should — but one thing was certain.

Joshua wasn’t just a friend anymore. He was hers. And she was his.

Finally.

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No Sleep Part Four

A/N: I managed to finish the last part before the 6 month mark. Decided to post this to celebrate Jey finally winning the title! If you haven't already you can check out Part One, Part Two, and Part Three before diving into this final installment.

*Pairings: Jey Uso/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+ (especially with this one)

Word Count: Approximately 6500 words

“So tell me about this guy again. What’s his name? James?” 

Imani stopped herself from rolling her eyes as she thumbed through the clothes in her closet. She grabbed a silky light pink sleeveless blouse. 

“His name is Josh,” she corrected as she looked at the woman’s image on her phone screen. 

Imani’s mother, Joyce, tilted her head to the side as she studied the top in her daughter’s hand. “That’s nice but it looks like you’re going to church service. Not right for a date,” she critiqued with a shake of her head.  “And you two work together?” 

“Yes. He’s a wrestler,” Imani responded. “And Krystle’s boyfriend‘s big brother.” 

“Now when did you two start dating? You haven’t told me anything about him.” 

Imani ducked her head to hide her flushed cheeks as she turned toward her closet to find something else to wear. She cleared her throat. “I haven’t told you anything because there’s really nothing to tell. We met briefly at Krys and Sefa’s housewarming last year and just recently reconnected.” 

‘After he made me cum all on his face on my birthday,’ Imani thought to herself with a sneaky smirk as she emerged from her closet holding a sleeveless red linen sundress. The length barely grazed the top of her knees and there were two subtle cutouts on each side exposing a sliver of skin on her hips. 

“Hmm,” Joyce mumbled. The corner of her light brown eyes crinkled as she nodded her head at the dress with an approving smile on her face. “Now that’s much better. Not boring but not trashy either.”

Imani chuckled. “Glad that you approve Mama.” 

“You know what they say - Mother knows best,” Joyce joked with a light chuckle. “So where are you two going?” 

“He didn’t tell me. Said he will handle it,” Imani said with a shrug. 

“A man that takes charge. I like that. It’s about time you met somebody that was capable of making decisions unlike that ex of yours.” 

“Here you go,” Imani sighed while she started to remove the bobby pins that held her hair in pin curls. She watched as her black hair cascaded down her shoulders. She gently used her fingers to fluff the curls. 

Joyce held up her hands. “All I’m saying is that I’m happy you’ve finally decided to start dating again. Hopefully this Josh treats you how you should be treated.”  

Imani smiled softly at her mother’s words. “Thanks Mama.”

“Because you know that clock is ticking and I’m still waiting on my gran-”

“Wow would you look at the time! I need to finish getting ready before Josh gets here!” Imani quickly interrupted, hoping to avoid the topic her mother brought up every single time they spoke. 

Joyce folded her arms over her chest and playfully rolled her eyes. “Mmmhmm you’re not slick little girl. But I’ll talk to you in a few days. Love you.”

“Love you too Mama.”

The FaceTime call ended and Imani exhaled, her shoulders sagging with relief.  She grabbed her phone to glance at the time as she sat down on her faux fur covered bench in front of her vanity. It was about thirty minutes until Josh told her he would be at her place to pick her up so she had to hurry. 

Life had been a whirlwind since the moment Imani and Josh shared backstage. They both were bombarded by their own work responsibilities- Josh was sent on an overseas tour that same night he asked her out and Imani temporarily returned to NXT to work commentary to fill in for one of the announcers. Despite the time difference the two still found time to talk to each other every single night he was away via FaceTime. Imani felt like she was back in high school talking to her crush about any and everything that came to mind until the wee hours of the morning, both refusing to hang up the phone even if they were exhausted. The intricate layers Imani built over time to conceal her personality slowly crumbled each time they talked and she didn’t resist it. She found herself opening up to him quicker than any man she had dated before. She felt at ease cracking corny jokes she usually reserved for those close to her and revealing tiny details of her life pre-WWE that only Krystle knew. Everything felt right and Imani for the first time in her life promised herself she wouldn’t question how quickly things were progressing. 

By the time the day of their official first date arrived, Imani couldn’t tell if she was excited or if she was on the verge of vomiting every solid food she had eaten. Regardless of her many attempts to pry the information from him, Josh refused to reveal where he was taking her. The only information he told her was the date it would happen and informing her she wouldn’t have to wear heels if she didn’t want to (although according to Josh he hoped she did because her legs looked sexy as hell whenever she wore them). While she was initially skeptical about leaving the task of planning the date to Josh, Imani felt a sense of relief that she wasn’t saddled with the responsibility and could just sit back and enjoy being courted. 

A heavy knock on her front door startled Imani from her thoughts. She glanced at the time and took a deep steadying breath. She stood and shrugged on her pink silk robe as she walked through her living room. 

“Look at you listening to me and wearing a bright color.”

Josh grinned sheepishly. “Aight I’ll admit you was right. Cuz I do look fly as hell,” he said with a chuckle as he gently tugged on the Easter egg green colored long sleeved shirt he wore, the fabric hugging his muscular arms.

Imani playfully rolled her eyes and shook her head. She moved back from the doorway to allow Josh to enter and closed the door behind him. “I didn’t say all that. You just look okay.” 

“Aiight keep playin’ and I ain’t gonna give you these.” 

Happiness sparkled in Imani’s gaze as Josh pulled a small bouquet of pink peony flowers from behind his back. “These are my favorite!” she exclaimed. “How did you know?” 

“I have my ways.”

“So Krys told you.” Imani chuckled. She grabbed the flowers from him and gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before turning to grab a glass vase from her cabinet and a pair of shears from a drawer. “Thank you Josh. They’re beautiful.” 

“Not as beautiful as you though.”

Imani opened her mouth to mock Josh when she suddenly felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind. She softly gasped as she felt him push her hair to the side and place feather soft kisses down the length of her neck. 

“You smell good bae,” he rumbled against her skin in between kisses. He inhaled the sweet honey scent on her skin and permeating her hair.  “This what you wore the night of yo birthday dinner ain’t it?” 

Imani nodded. “Ye-ah it’s my favorite,” she stuttered. She bit the corner of her bottom lip as she felt Josh start to nibble on her skin. A shaky exhale fell from her lips. “You know if you don’t stop kissing my neck I’mma cut myself and we're gonna end up in the ER for our date instead.”  

Josh chuckled and placed another quick kiss on Imani’s neck that made her shiver slightly before he reluctantly backed away. “Couldn’t help myself. I ain’t seen you in weeks.”

Imani laughed. “You just saw me last Friday at work Josh.” 

“Keywords: At Work. Damn sure can’t do what I wanna do to you backstage with all those people around.” 

Imani finished clipping the stem on the last peony and placed the bouquet in the vase. “And what exactly do you wanna do to me?” she asked as she fluffed the flowers.

When Josh didn’t immediately answer, Imani glanced over her shoulder. She involuntarily clenched her thighs together as Josh’s gaze slowly roamed over her body studying how the robe hugged her frame. He reached her face again, an impish gleam in his eyes.  

“Go ahead and get dressed so we won’t be late,” he told her with a grin. 

*

“You sure you don’t need help?”

“Nah bae I told you I got this.”

Imani rested her chin on Josh’s shoulder, raising a brow. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Josh shook his head. “Hell nah.”

Imani giggled causing Josh to laugh as well. She removed her chin from his shoulder and stood next to him. “Lemme help your stubborn ass.” 

Imani placed her smaller hands over Josh’s and started to knead the dough that sat on their wooden cutting board. “See you have to push down with the heel of your palm before you fold it over. If it feels dry to you add some water but if it’s sticky add more flour,” she explained. 

“Lemme guess you learned that from one of those cooking shows you always watch?”

“Sure did. But the instructor also told us that earlier. However, you were too busy staring at me and not paying attention.” 

Josh cheeks reddened as he smiled, not denying Imani’s accusation. “Man whatever you was just looking for a reason to hold my hand.” 

Imani smacked her lips playfully. “I’m just tryna help you out so our pasta won’t end up dry.” She removed her hands from Josh’s and grabbed a glass of water sitting on the table. She sprinkled a few droplets on the dough that Josh continued to knead. “Continue doing that and I’m going to work on the sauce.” 

A comfortable silence fell over the two as they continued to work together. As the cooking class instructor continued to direct the group, Josh once again found himself stealing a few glances at Imani while she listened. When Imani told him how much she loved watching cooking shows in her free time he knew it would be the perfect date for her. While he would’ve preferred something more active followed by grabbing a bite to eat he knew he made the right decision when Imani squealed with happiness when she realized where they were.  

Much like their FaceTime conversations, the banter between the two flowed freely during the class. The more he learned about Imani the easier it was for Josh to become less intimidated by her. He quickly realized that she wasn’t a difficult person to talk to. While she may not have had a bubbly outgoing personality like Krystle, she was pretty laid back once she became comfortable with somebody similar to himself. He didn’t feel the heavy burden to say the perfect words like he initially did when they first met. She didn’t judge him for how he spoke or wanted him to pretend to be somebody he wasn’t. She simply liked him for who he was.  

“You did it again.”

Imani’s soft voice interrupted Josh’s thoughts. He peered down at her to see her staring expectantly at him, her hand on her hip and an amused expression on her face. 

“What?”

“You didn’t hear a word the instructor said did you?”

“Umm-”

“I’mma take that as a no.”

Josh laughed with a shrug. “That’s why you here. You pay attention to the instructions then tell me what to do.” 

“So you like when I tell you what to do?”  

“Shit with you lookin’ fine as hell in this dress you can boss me around anytime you want bae.” 

Imani cackled, causing the other participants in the class to turn around and stare at her. She mumbled a quick apology before she playfully slapped Josh in the chest. 

“Be careful. I might make you regret those words.”

“Word?” Josh raised a brow. 

Imani made a noncommittal noise before she turned away from Josh to peer into the pot where their homemade tomato sauce was simmering. “You’re a fuckin mess,” she replied as she picked up the wooden spoon to stir.  

“Don’t act like you don’t like it Mani,” Josh replied with a smile. 

“Hmph. Maybe I’m just giving you a pass since I think you’re kinda cute.” 

“Kinda cute?” Josh asked. He smoothly drifted behind Imani and gently pressed his chest against her back. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist that was stirring the sauce, their hands moving in unison. He leaned close to her ear. “We both know you think I look better than kinda cute after that night baby.” 

Josh smirked as he felt Imani’s body tense at his words. Although he was trying to be on his absolute best behavior, he would be lying if he said the memory of that night hadn’t been playing on a continuous loop in his head for the past several months. Every moan that fell from her lips. The way her perfume wrapped around him and made him feel lightheaded. The feel of her slender legs around his neck, her heels pushing into his shoulders to guide his mouth closer to her pussy. Talking to her on FaceTime was nice but being in her presence and hearing her cute giggle, staring into her hypnotizing eyes, and feeling her soft skin whenever he “accidentally” brushed up against her was driving him fuckin insane. It was taking every bit of resolve in him to not bend her over the counter in that damn cooking class and make her scream his name at the top of her lungs and really give everyone something to stare at.

Imani exhaled. “Josh-”

“Alright everyone! Your dough should be done resting so now we can move to the next step which is cutting the dough into the pasta shape you want before we start cooking,” the class instructor directed. 

Josh sighed as he backed away from Imani, allowing her to fully turn around to face him. The tension between the two was suffocating as Imani’s eyes traveled over his frame before landing on his face again. Heat sparkled in her stare before quickly disappearing. She cleared her throat and flashed him a soft smile. 

“Let’s finish this up so we can get outta here,” she instructed. She brushed past him to walk towards their assigned station.

*

Imani pursed her lips together. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“You know you wanna try it,” Josh said, a sneaky glint in his eyes. 

“Absolutely the fuck not.” Imani shook her head.

“You don’t know what you’re missin. You might like it.” 

Imani scoffed. “No way in hell. The fact that you like it making me side eye the fuck outta you right now.” 

Josh chuckled as his arm wrapped around Imani’s waist and pulled her into his chest. He kissed her temple. “It’s not that bad baby.”

“Not that bad?” Imani asked as she turned in Josh’s embrace. She tried to ignore the intoxicating scent of his cologne, a combination of vanilla and amber, that infiltrated the elevator as her face contorted in disgust. “Josh you just said you wish you had mayonnaise to put on the pasta in class tonight. That’s terrible.”

“C’mon girl what you talkin bout? That shit fye!” Josh exclaimed with a slap on her shoulder to emphasize his point.

“No it’s absolutely nasty. But what do I expect from a man whose diet is 98% composed of Waffle House.” 

Josh smacked his lips. “Oh you got jokes huh?” 

Imani giggled as the elevator doors opened, temporarily halting their debate. The two fell in stride next to one another as they walked towards Imani’s apartment, her smaller hand eventually finding itself snuggled inside of Josh’s larger one. 

“It just all makes sense. Of course somebody who puts mayo on everything would be obsessed with Waffle House. Surprised you haven’t mentioned your love for mayo in every interview like you do for Waffle House,” Imani joked.  “I know a toilet hate to see your ass coming.”

Josh shrugged. “Seems to me you just don’t know how to eat,” he replied with a shrug. A cocky grin appeared on his face.  “So you be watching my interviews huh?”

“Correction: I see some snippets on Twitter of your interviews. I don’t be researching you,” she clarified. She reached inside her cognac brown clutch and pulled out her keys. She unlocked the door and entered her apartment, Josh following behind her. She slipped off her matching platform sandals and neatly stacked them on the shoe rack, the tension from her feet disappearing. 

“I can’t even say the same. Cuz I damn sure was tryna research you after the first time we met.” Josh kicked off his sneakers and placed them next to Imani’s shoes. 

Imani’s eyebrow raised. “Really?”

“Tried to see if you had a man before I made a move. Although that wouldn’t have stopped me at all,” Josh admitted with a shrug. 

Imani laughed.  “I’m sure it wouldn’t have.”

“But you keep such a low profile on Instagram I had to eventually start askin Uce about you which is how Krys found out I liked you. His ass tells her everything.”

Imani walked into her kitchen and opened the refrigerator door. She grabbed two bottles of water, handing one to Josh. “You say that like that’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not. Unless the info he tells her makes her bug me every single time she saw me for the past year.” 

Imani smirked at the mental image of Krystle badgering Josh about his crush on her and trying to convince him to make a move. She plopped down on her couch, her body sinking into the cushions as she tucked her feet under her. Her dress slightly rose and exposed a peak of her thighs. “Well you could’ve avoided all of that if you just told me you liked me yourself instead of being afraid.”

Josh sat on the couch next to Imani.  “Aye don’t act like you wasn’t scared to tell me you liked me either.”

Imani nervously chuckled as she took a long swig of her water. She cleared her throat as she placed the bottle on the side table. “See now why you have to bring up old shit?” She asked. Josh laughed, making her giggle as well. She turned her body to fully face him, perching her head on her hand. “I had a great time tonight.” 

Josh sheepishly grinned. “Fa real? I’m glad because I was definitely nervous.”

“Why?”

“To be honest it’s been a while since I’ve been on an actual date,” Josh revealed as he rubbed the back of his neck. He opened his bottle of water. “Although I tried to deny it Krys was kinda right when she said I was a-”

“Whore?”

Josh nearly choked on his water. “Aye I’on think she used that word.”

“She didn’t but we both knew that’s what she meant,” Imani said with a shrug and playful smile. “But you’re an adult and I know maintaining a relationship with your workload isn’t the easiest thing. Hell I’ve seen Krys and Sefa struggle with it when he got called up and she was still working in NXT.” 

“Yeah it’s hard but it can be done if you want it. The issue with me was I wasn’t interested when I was younger. I tried to tell myself I wanted it with my ex but I realized I only pretended to want a relationship because that’s what my family expected of me since Jon was in a committed relationship.”

“We can’t live our lives to mimic other people. We have to do what we want and what will make us happy. Otherwise we will be miserable.” 

Josh nodded and placed his water bottle on Imani’s coffee table. “You right.”

“But I get where you’re coming from. Settling just to please other people or because it’s what’s expected of you is something I’ve experienced myself unfortunately.”

“How so?”

Imani sighed. “With my ex. I knew things weren’t right with him but I kept ignoring the signs just so I could say I had a man because everybody around me had one.”

“Whatchu mean by signs?”

“He didn’t put in the same effort into the relationship like I did. I supported every business venture he started but didn’t finish. Revised his resume so he could find a job although he never stayed past three months. Constantly encouraged him when he needed it. But he never did the same for me. He constantly belittled me and clowned any dreams I had. Made me feel like I was inadequate. Didn’t care about any of my interests. When I told him I had an interview with WWE he literally laughed in my face and called the idea stupid and said it was a waste of time.”

Josh smacked his lips. ”Aye Uce ass was trippin.”

Imani nodded. “I was young and gullible. He was my first real boyfriend and at the time I convinced myself he was looking out for me. But now I realize he was my biggest hater that only cared about himself.” 

She reached out and wove her fingers with Josh’s, the weight of his larger hand covering hers calming.  “I know you said you were scared to tell me you liked me because you didn’t think you were good enough for me. But from where I stand I believe you’re a great guy Josh. I don’t care if you don’t say the right words or if you’re a lil rough around the edges. You actually treat me like I matter.  You’re the first guy that cared enough to listen to what I like and plan a date that I would enjoy. You have no idea how much I appreciate that. So thank you.”

Josh’s lips twitched into a tiny smile at Imani’s words. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. “You’re welcome. And I’’m sorry you had to deal with that shit with yo ex.”

Imani shrugged. “I mean I’m kinda glad I went through that. Because now I know how important it is to not settle for less than what I deserve. Even if my mom thinks my expectations are now too high.” 

“They ain’t too high. You just want a man that treats you like you treat them. That celebrates yo wins and supports you when you’re sad.  A man that’ll constantly remind you that you the finest woman they’ve seen and how lucky they are to have you in their life. That’ll show you every day how much you mean to them. You deserve that Imani. Hell you deserve way more than that.”                                                                                                                                                                                       

The low timbre of Josh’s voice made a chill course down Imani’s spine as her gaze locked with his. She felt the breath in her throat hitch as she watched him swipe his bottom lip with his tongue, the hold on her hand tightening. The air in the room shifted to something more intense, nearly suffocating Imani as she felt a fluttering sensation in her belly. 

“Sounds like you wanna be that man,” she said softly. 

Josh shifted his body to completely face Imani. His pupils darkened with desire as he stared at her, his gaze unwavering. She felt her pulse begin to thump quickly as she watched a charming smile appear on his face. 

“I been wantin to be that man since I met you.”

Before Imani could utter another word, Josh pulled Imani closer to him and captured her lips in a sizzling kiss. She immediately responded and wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him in place. Imani’s mouth parted slightly, a soft moan filling the room when Josh’s tongue slid into her mouth. The velvety muscle wrapped around hers as they allowed every ounce of affection they had for one another to spill out. Josh’s muscular arms wrapped around Imani’s waist and within seconds he pulled her onto his lap, her dress rising higher on her thighs. Her smaller hands tangled in his curly mullet, her manicured nails scratching his scalp causing him to growl quietly. 

Imani broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against Josh’s. Her breathing came out ragged and fast. 

“I’m tryna be on my best behavior bae,” Josh muttered. His hands dropped to Imani’s ass and squeezed. “But fuck you makin it hard for me.”  

“What if I don’t want you to behave?” 

Josh’s brow raised, his narrowed eyes studying Imani’s face for a moment. “You sure? Remember what I told you before - I ain’t gonna make you do something you don’t wanna do.” 

Silence filled the living room as the cloudiness from Imani’s mind slowly started to fade. Despite the events that occurred on her birthday, she knew actually having sex with Josh was a big deal. It typically took her months before she became comfortable enough with a man to consider opening up to him let alone having sex with him. But everything felt different and effortless with Josh. She felt like she was in a constant free fall whenever she was around him, unable to regain any sense of composure and allowing herself to simply go with the flow instead of trying to control every step. It was a scary unknown feeling but she liked it. She liked him. And if she was completely honest with herself she knew exactly what she wanted.  

Imani silently climbed off Josh’s lap and stood to her feet. Their eyes remained locked with one another’s as she reached for the zipper on the side of her dress and slowly pulled it down. The garment fell to her feet in a soft pile revealing the matching brown bra and panty set she wore. She bit the corner of her bottom lip nervously as Josh’s hungry eyes traveled the length of her body as he sat up straighter. His large hand wrapped around her waist and palmed her ass as he pulled her closer to him. He placed a soft kiss on her hip bone making her hiss.

“Sit yo sexy ass on my lap bae.” 

A surge of defiance filled Imani. “No.”

Josh quirked a brow. “No?”

Imani shook her head as she plucked Josh’s hands from her body. She cocked her head to the side. “Didn’t you say I could boss you around however I wanted?” 

Josh opened his mouth to protest but Imani placed her index finger on his lips and shook her head. “Nah don’t try to backtrack now. You said what you said and I’mma hold you to that.”

Imani removed her finger from Josh’s lips and her hand firmly grabbed his Cuban link chain. She pulled him closer and dipped her head to capture his lips in a mind numbing kiss. Josh groaned as Imani’s tongue tangled with his, his arms instinctively reaching to wrap around her waist. Before he could she stepped away, her light brown eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Go ahead and take your clothes off. Don’t make me wait forever.” 

“Oh shit you serious?” Josh asked with a laugh. The laughter died down when Imani didn’t join in, instead placing a hand on her hip and watching him expectantly.

Deciding to play along, Josh grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest covered in his various tribal tattoos. He tossed the top to the side in a heap before he unbuckled his black jeans and pushed them down his legs. He kicked them away. His fingers reached for the waistband of his red boxer briefs.

“I said your clothes. Not your underwear.”

Imani’s words halted Josh’s movements. He bit back a growl as he felt his penis straining against the fabric. “Bae c’mon.”

Imani smirked as she stepped closer, slowly lowering herself to the floor between Josh’s legs. “Josh just trust me. You won’t regret it,” she promised him with a wink.

Imani knocked his hand out the way and replaced it with her own. She eased his underwear down, Josh’s massive dick springing free. Imani felt her mouth become dry at the sight as she memorized each detail from the veins to the light brown mushroom head that was oozing pre cum. He felt heavy in her small hands and she had to bite back a moan when she felt him twitch in her grasp.

“You like what you see don't you baby?” Josh asked, the smirk in his voice evident. “It’s all for you. Don’t-”

Imani gripped his dick harder making Josh’s words die on his lips. She looked up at him and grinned. “Sorry were you saying something?” she asked as her speed incrementally increased, her fist moving up and down his length, her nails gently grazing his skin.

“Fuck you tryna drive me fuckin crazy.”

Imani giggled. “Now why would I do that?” Her hands continued to stroke him.

“Because you’re a fuckin tease. And you fuckin hate- FUCK!”

Josh’s eyes widened as Imani’s tongue dragged a trail on the front side of his dick, effectively cutting him off. He sucked in a shaky breath before Imani pulled away. 

“I’m not tryna drive you crazy Daddy. I’ll give you whatever you want if you ask me nicely,” Imani replied, her tone dripping with fake innocence.

Josh inwardly cursed as Imani locked eyes with him underneath her long eyelashes waiting for his response. She stuck her tongue out and tapped the head of his dick on it and moaned loudly. His hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Bae please. I need that sexy ass mouth on me. Please,” Josh begged through gritted teeth.

Imani playfully rolled her eyes. “I guess that’ll do.”

Josh groaned as Imani suddenly wrapped her lips around his dick. He watched with awe as she lowered until his entire length was nestled inside the warm confines of her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip of his dick as she expertly slurped around him, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head up and down. Josh thread his fingers through her hair at the crown of her head, gripping tightly as he felt his hips buck upward automatically. The wind rushed out of Josh’s lungs as Imani’s eyes locked with his again while she continued to suck, a devious glint in her gaze. 

“You look good as fuck like this Mani,” Josh grunted. “I think you was made to suck my dick. Whatchu think?”

“Mmmhmm,” Imani moaned as she continued to slurp and suck. The vibrations from her throat made a tingle run up Josh’s leg, his hips stuttering slightly. She pulled away, replacing her mouth with her hand and stroked him. Before Josh realized what was happening Imani spit on his dick, licking the trail of saliva in a slow torturous motion. 

“Shit!” Josh bellowed his grip on her hair tightening to the point where he was close to ripping it out of her scalp. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt himself nearing the edge.

Imani suddenly removed her mouth from his dick making Josh whine. She chuckled softly as she stood.  

“Now I know you didn’t think our night was gonna end that quickly did you?” Imani asked with a cheeky grin. She pulled her thong off and straddled Josh’s lap. She leaned forward to kiss the column of his neck softly. Her tongue traced the tribal print etched on the right side of his neck before traveling to his Adam’s Apple, her teeth scraping his skin. 

“Keep on fuckin playing with me Imani. Fuck yo ass through this fuckin couch,” Josh warned with a growl. His fingers dug into her hips roughly. 

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Imani stated as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

Josh immediately grabbed Imani’s breasts and squeezed them together. The pads of his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks making her toss her head back and moan. 

“Yeah I know you love when Daddy play with these big ass titties don’t you baby?”

“Mmhmm,” Imani whimpered. “I missed your hands playing with them.” 

“Yeah?” Josh asked with a smirk. “What else you miss?” 

Imani gulped as memories of that night ran through her brain. Her pulse quickened as she felt Josh’s hands trail down her body, his digits inching between their bodies and towards the apex between her legs. 

“Josh,” she whispered softly.

“Tell me baby. What else did you miss?”

“I-I missed the way you made me cum on your face,” Imani admitted, her cheeks red with shyness. 

A wide grin spread across Josh’s face as he leaned forward and captured Imani’s lips in a searing kiss. She moaned lowly as she felt his finger ease inside her, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on her clit. Her thighs shook from pleasure as her arms wrapped around his neck, her hips rolling forward to encourage him to go deeper. 

“As much as I enjoy eatin that pussy how about tonight you cum on this dick. You want that bae?” 

Imani quickly nodded. Deciding to not waste another second, her hand slithered down Josh’s torso and grabbed his dick at the base.

“Lemme apologize for ghosting you Daddy.”

Imani sunk down onto Josh’s length forcing her loud moans and his guttural grunts to fill the air. Her eyes clenched closed as she felt his girth stretch her, the sensation of him nestled deep inside of her rendering her breathless.

“Ohhh fuck,” Imani whined. “You’re so fuckin big.” 

“Mmmhmm but this what you wanted right? Wanted me stretch this tight ass pussy with this big dick?” Josh gripped Imani’s hips and pulled her close so her chest was flush against his. “Don’t get shy on me now bae. Show Daddy how much you needed this dick.” 

Josh placed another bruising kiss on Imani's full lips. Their tongues wrestled with one another’s as her hips involuntarily started to bounce up and down, her pace slowly increasing as she adjusted to him inside of her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode him, her inner walls gripping him tightly. Josh hissed at the feeling and raised his hand to smack Imani’s ass, the vicious sound causing Imani’s juices to trickle onto his dick as her movements sped up. He bit the corner of his bottom lip as he felt her body shiver. 

“Look atchu. Ridin me so fuckin good. Who woulda thought lil professional Imani Richards was such a fuckin freak hmm?” Josh said. He started to match Imani’s pace with his own. His thrusts were relentless as he placed his large hands under Imani’s thighs, controlling the rhythm.

“Shit harder bae,” Imani panted, a request Josh was happy to oblige. She perched her hands on his shoulders and planted her feet on both sides of his thighs onto the couch cushions. She squatted down on his length- the change in position allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

“Goddamn how the fuck you so tight and wet at the same fuckin time?” Josh hissed, his brow scrunching in concentration. “This the best fuckin pussy I had you know that?”

The combination of Josh’s dirty talk and his incessant thrusts that magically hit every sensitive spot inside her caused Imani’s toes to curl as her pussy clamped around him. A triumphant smile spread across Josh’s face when he realized she was inching closer to her orgasm as he wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed.  

“Shit Josh I-I…” Imani trailed off as another moan spilled from her lips 

Josh chuckled. “Nah not yet bae. I ain’t done with yo sexy ass just yet.” 

Before Imani could question Josh, he pulled out of her. Her objection died on her lips as he scooped her body in his arms and laid her down on the couch, climbing between her legs. He pushed back inside of her with a brutal thrust making her cry out. Sweat dripped down her face as Josh pushed her legs towards her ears as he eased inside of her.

“Been dreamin bout fuckin the shit outta you just like this fo months Imani,” he revealed his voice strained with pleasure. 

Imani’s eyes clenched closed as she blindly reached for Josh and pulled him closer for a messy kiss. She felt herself fluttering around him as he continued to pound her, his hips swiveling deliciously. He dipped his head lower and flicked one of her nipples with his tongue.

“Fuck I’m about to cum,” she mewled. Her nails dragged across his tattoo, scratching his skin.

Imani’s proclamation spurred Josh’s pace to increase his motions becoming erratic as he felt his body tensing. He gripped her chin in his hand.

“Imani look at me.”

Imani forced her eyes open. Desire and longing gleamed in Josh’s watery brown eyes as he gazed at her, mirroring her own feelings.

“You mine foreva you know that right?”

Logic evaporated from Imani’s brain as she frantically nodded. “I’m yours Josh,” she whispered.

Josh smiled. “Go ahead and nut on this dick baby.”

The second the approval left Josh’s lips his dick collided with a spot inside Imani that ignited her downfall.  The coil in her abdomen snapped as a deafening scream tumbled from her lips, sparks flooding her body. Pleasure rolled through her as her back arched off the couch.  Her body felt weightless as a euphoric haze consumed her. She felt herself spasm around Josh as he continued to thrust inside her refusing to cease as he chased his own release.

“Fuck you squeezing me so fuckin good. Shit!” Josh roared as he body stiffened. Spurts of his cum gushed inside of Imani, her walls clamping on his dick and dragging every drop out. His hips stuttered as he continued to pump his cum inside of her until he was completely drained.

Their combined breaths were the only sound in the room as realization finally dawned on them as to what just occurred. Josh slowly pulled out of Imani, her liquids coating his dick as his cum slowly trickled out of her.  Imani whimpered as he pushed the cum back inside of her, his finger briefly swiping over her pussy lips. Josh lowered her legs onto his lap and reached over, caressing her cheek and cupping her chin with his palm. 

“You ok?”

Imani looked at Josh, the butterflies from earlier reappearing in her stomach at his gentleness. She nodded. “Yeah. That was incredible.”

Josh nodded. “Hell yeah it was. Shit I ain’t know you was a freak like that bae.”

Imani huffed out a laugh, the sound making his grin widen. She playfully slap his forearm. “I’m never gonna live that shit down am I?”

Josh shook his head. “Hell nah,” he confirmed with a chuckle. His laughter quieted as he continued to stroke her cheek.  “You know I meant what I said Imani.”

“What?” 

Josh licked his lips nervously and exhaled. “You mine foreva. And I’m yours foreva. If that’s what you want that is,” he said. 

Imani interlaced her fingers with Josh’s and pulled herself into a sitting position. She placed her fingers on his chin and turned his face towards hers. Her eyes fluttered closed as she brushed his lips with hers in a sensual kiss, her free hand tangling in his sweat drenched mullet. 

“Bae I been wanting that since I met you,” she declared, her smile matching his own. 

*

[uceyliyahh]

The Teaching Assistant

Big Jim x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, semi-public sex, desk sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, slight somno vibes (reader dazed/out of it from pleasure), praise kink, hair pulling, light spanking, dirty talk, size kink, breeding kink implied, minor fear of getting caught, hand-over-mouth, degradation mixed with praise, explicit language, possessiveness, strong dom/sub dynamics, reader gets a little teary from overstimulation (but in a good way).

dedicated to : @cheappop

The second bell rang through Pensacola High, and the hallways exploded with noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices bouncing off the old tile floors.

You tucked a stack of graded papers tighter under your arm, weaving your way through the chaos. Being the head teaching assistant meant a never-ending cycle of babysitting—both students and sometimes, your own coworkers.

You were halfway to the main office when Principal Hernandez waved you down.

“Hey! Got a favor to ask.”

You already knew it wasn’t a real question. You forced a polite smile. “Sure, what’s up?”

He clapped a hand on your shoulder. “New teaching assistant starting today. For Coach Ramirez’s classes. He’s older—bit of a career shift situation. I want you to train him. Show him how we run things here.”

Older? Career shift?

You nodded, but inwardly groaned. It was hard enough training someone fresh out of college, let alone a mid-life crisis case.

You were still stewing over it when you heard the door creak open behind you.

You turned—and stopped breathing.

The man who approached you wasn’t what you expected.

Tall, broad, tan skin dusted in Samoan tattoos that peeked out from his polo shirt. Dark hair tied back, a lazy, confident grin curving his mouth like he already owned the room.

But it wasn’t just his looks that hit you.

It was his eyes… those chocolate orbs.

Principal Hernandez beamed. “This is Jimmy Uso. Jimmy, this is our best TA. She’ll be training you.”

Jimmy’s eyes dragged over you slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, voice low and rich, laced with something teasing. “Guess I’m in good hands.”

You swallowed a gulp, forcing your lips into a neutral smile.

“Yeah. Welcome to Pensacola High.”

But as you shook his hand, his thumb dragged lightly against your palm—and you knew.

This man was going to be nothing but trouble.

⸻

Three weeks later

The rain hammered against the windows, soft and steady like a ticking clock.

The whole school was swallowed by it—only the faint lights of parking lot cutting through the downpour outside.

You tucked your hands into the sleeves of your oversized button-down, pretending not to notice the way Jimmy kept glancing at you from across the desk.

It wasn’t like you wore anything special.

It was just a plain white button up shirt, sleeves rolled sloppily to your elbows, a few buttons loose at the top because the AC always broke when the weather turned.

Still, under Jimmy’s gaze, you might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

“You good?” you asked, raising a brow at him over the pile of graded quizzes.

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. The move stretched the fabric of his polo shirt tight across his chest, and he grinned that lazy, devil-may-care smile.

“Yeah, mama,” he drawled. “Just thinkin’.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to focus. The numbers on the grading spreadsheet blurred.

“You want some hot chocolate or something?” he offered after a moment.

“My treat. Well—your Keurig’s treat.” He winked.

You huffed a small laugh. “Sure. Why not.”

Jimmy stood, stretching slow and tall, before crossing to your tiny office kitchenette tucked into the corner. You watched him out of the corner of your eye—how casual he moved, how confidently he grabbed the mugs, popped the pods, found the Cool Whip like as if he’d done it a hundred times.

“You got marshmallows too?” he teased, shaking the can of whipped cream.

“Just the Cool Whip,” you said, clicking save on the spreadsheet.

He poured two mugs, swirling an unnecessary—and very cocky—mountain of whipped cream on top.

He brought one over, handing it to you with a little bow like he was presenting a five-star meal.

“Your majesty,” he said under his breath.

You hid your smile behind the mug, taking a cautious sip.

The chocolate burned your tongue slightly, but it was sweet, rich—comforting.

“You got…” Jimmy’s voice dropped a little. “Hold on.”

Before you could react, his fingers brushed the corner of your mouth, soft and sure.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

And before you could second-guess yourself—before you could even think—you turned your head and kissed the tip of his finger.

Soft. Quick.

Jimmy froze.

So did you.

The only sound between you was the steady pound of rain against the glass and your own heartbeat roaring in your ears.

His hand dropped to your chin, tilting your face up gently.

“You sure you wanna start somethin’ with me?” he asked lustfully.

You didn’t answer.

You just leaned in closer.

“You in the business of eating out?” you asked, voice very daring.

For a second, Jimmy just stared—like he couldn’t quite believe you’d said it.

Then he grinned.

A wicked grin.

And in the next breath, he closed the distance—crashing his mouth down on yours in a kiss so deep and desperate it stole the air from your lungs.

Papers went flying as Jimmy swept the desk clean with a rough swipe of his arm, sending graded quizzes and folders fluttering like confetti.

Before you could gasp, he was lifting you—big hands gripping your thighs—planting you firmly on the desk, his body slotting between your legs like it belonged there.

You barely had time to clutch at him before he grabbed the front of your button-down and ripped it open, buttons popping and scattering across the floor.

Your bra was next—torn away like it was made of tissue paper.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice hungry and reverent.

He ducked his head, lips latching hungrily onto your chest, biting and kissing, his stubble scraping just enough to make you whimper.

You arched into him, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer.

Your thighs fell open instinctively, and you gasped when you felt him—hard and straining against his jeans—pressing right against your pussy.

The contact was maddening.

You rocked your hips forward in silent invitation, desperate for more, needing more.

Jimmy groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through your bones.

“Goddamn, mama,” he muttered. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet… been dyin’ to taste you.”

Jimmy’s hands slid down your sides, rough and greedy, gathering the hem of your skirt.

He pushed it up slowly, revealing more and more of your bare thighs, and when he caught sight of what wasn’t underneath—no panties, nothing—he froze.

His nostrils flared, eyes going dark as he stared at you like you were prey.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl,” he rasped. “You tryna kill me or what?”

You squirmed instinctively, the air cool against your exposed skin, but Jimmy wasn’t giving you an inch.

He hooked his strong arms under your thighs, dragging you to the very edge of the desk.

You tried to scoot back, a small whimper escaping you, but his grip tightened—holding you right where he wanted you.

“Uh-uh,” he muttered, glancing up at you with a smirk that sent you over the moon.

“You ain’t runnin’ nowhere.”

Without warning, he dipped his head between your legs, nose bumping against your precious folds, inhaling like he was memorizing how beautifully you smelled.

Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, unrelenting.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your center before circling your clit in lazy, teasing swirls.

You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles flexing.

Jimmy didn’t give you a chance to recover.

He set a devastating pace, switching between broad licks and focused, torturous flicks of his tongue, his stubble scraping just enough to make you writhe. It was like he was made to just eat women on a daily…

You cried out, hips bucking, but he just wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs, pinning you in place like a man starved.

“Stay still, mama,” he murmured against you, voice wrecked with need.

“Let me fuckin’ taste you right.”

He increased his efforts as your orgasm hit fast and sharp, tearing a broken moan from your throat.

Your whole body shook, thighs trembling—but Jimmy didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He pulled you back down when you tried to lift your hips away, locking you against his mouth, tongue working you through every shudder, every helpless little whine you made.

And then he kept going.

Building you up again—lazily, confidently, like he owned your body now.

Your hands pulled on his hair, but he just groaned like he loved the fight, mouth dragging obscene, wet sounds from you as your second orgasm slammed into you even harder.

“Jimmy—” you gasped, voice wrecked.

He just grunted, hooking your legs even higher over his shoulders to get deeper, tongue fucking into you until you were keening, panting, broken apart again.

Your third orgasm nearly blacked you out.

When you finally sagged against the desk, boneless and soaked in sweat, Jimmy pulled back just enough to look up at you.

His mouth and chin were shiny with you, his eyes wild.

“I ain’t even close to done,” he said, voice rough with hunger.

“You taste too good, baby. Wanna keep eatin’ ’til I’m fuckin’ full.”

And with a swift motion he buried his mouth back between your thighs—determined to take every last drop you had to give.

Eventually, you lost track of how long Jimmy kept you trapped under his mouth—tongue relentless, lips sealing around your clit again and again until every nerve ending in your body was sparking.

Your thighs were quivering so badly you could barely hold them open anymore, and still he didn’t let up.

You twisted, whimpered, tried to shove at his broad shoulders—but he only moaned louder, licking greedily, moaning into you like he needed this more than air.

“Jimmy—please,” you gasped, voice hoarse. “I—I can’t—”

You tapped his shoulder weakly, and only then—only then—did he finally pull back, chest heaving, face completely wrecked with your juices.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you like he could eat you all over again.

“Tapped out already, mama?” he rasped, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Shit. You’re lucky I’m feelin’ nice tonight.”

You could barely breathe, legs spread wide and trembling where he left you, your cum smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down onto the desk.

Jimmy stood, towering over you, undoing his belt with one hand.

The click of it unfastening made your whole body tense.

“You should be wet enough to take all of me now,” he said raggedly.

His jeans slid low on his hips as he unzipped them, pushing them just low enough to free himself.

Your eyes widened when you saw him—thick as fuck and veiny—and your stomach flipped at the size of him.

“Jimmy,” you whispered, stunned. “That’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckled darkly, stepping between your open thighs, fist lazily stroking himself as he looked down at you like you were dessert.

“We can make it fit, baby.”

He lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing hot and firm against your soaked entrance.

He didn’t thrust—not yet.

He pushed in slow, steady, forcing your body to stretch inch by devastating inch around him.

You clutched at his biceps, nails digging into his skin as he sank deeper, and deeper, and deeper, dragging a choked sound from your throat.

Jimmy’s head dropped forward, a long, drawn-out moan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, bracing his forehead against yours.

“How the fuck you so fuckin’ tight, girl? You tryna make me nut after one stroke?”

You whimpered, blinking up at him, feeling so full you could barely think.

Every inch of him throbbed inside you, pleasure growing low in your belly, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

Jimmy grinned, very breathless.

“Don’t worry, mama,” he murmured against your lips.

“We just gettin’ started.”

Jimmy moved slow at first with each roll of his hips was deep, grinding, making sure you felt every pulsing inch of him as he stretched you wide.

“You takin’ me so good, baby… fuck, you were made for me.”

Your hands clutched at his arms, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto as he thrust slow, measured, dragging out the way your walls gripped and squeezed around him.

“You feel me?” he whispered, hips nudging deeper. “Feel how good you fit ’round me?”

“Y-yeah,” you gasped, dizzy with how full you felt, with how careful he was being when all you wanted was more. “Jimmy… harder.”

He froze for a second, chest heaving.

You watched that wicked grin bloom across his face again.

“Harder, huh?”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whimpered, thighs already trembling from how much he had wrecked you with his mouth.

Jimmy caught you easily as you slid off the desk, arms wrapping around you tight when your knees buckled.

“I got you, mama,” he said, kissing the side of your temple. “Always got you.”

Before you could catch your breath, he spun you around and bent you over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cool surface.

A sharp nudge of his foot kicked your feet apart wider.

The rough dominance of the gesture only made your fresh juices drip more between your thighs.

“You said harder,” Jimmy growled lowly.

“Don’t take it back now.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, not cruelly, but firm, using it to pull your head back slightly as he lined himself up behind you again.

And then he slammed into you—hard, deep, brutal.

You cried out, the desk screeching forward an inch on the floor from the force.

Jimmy’s grip tightened in your hair, his other hand locking around your hip like he was scared you’d disappear.

His pace was merciless now, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet slaps, the sound obscene in the empty office.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunted, rutting into you, the sounds of your bodies filling the room.

“Fuckin’ made for me… perfect little pussy takin’ all this cock.”

You moaned helplessly, eyes rolling back as he fucked you harder, faster—still somehow holding back from finishing, but barely.

Jimmy bent low, breath hot against your ear.

“You better hold on, mama,” he rasped.

“‘Cause I ain’t lettin’ you go ‘til I’m done givin’ this sweet little body everything it needs.”

Jimmy kept fucking you, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls—when a sudden knock rattled the office door.

You froze, going rigid under him.

Jimmy stilled too, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing against your walls.

Jimmy’s hand clamped fast over your mouth, muffling the whimper that almost escaped you.

“Uh… everything alright in there?” a gruff voice called.

It was the janitor—Mr. Benson, from the night shift.

His chest pressed tight against your back, heartbeat hammering just as hard as yours.

He stayed lodged deep inside you, not pulling out, just grinding slow strokes that made your thighs quiver against the desk.

You squirmed, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound—but every slow drag of his cock inside your soaked, stretched walls made your breath hitch.

“You… uh, need this room cleaned?” Benson asked again, sounding a little suspicious.

Jimmy leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, still moving inside you just slow enough to make you go insane.

“Speak now..”

He lifted his hand slightly, giving you room to speak—though he stayed locked inside you, thick and unrelenting.

You struggled to find your voice, blinking tears of frustration and pleasure out of your eyes.

“N-no!” you croaked out, breathless.

“We’re good! No cleaning needed!”

A beat.

“Alright then,” the janitor grumbled. You heard the soft squeak of his cart wheels rolling away.

The second the sound disappeared down the hallway, Jimmy’s whole body shifted.

You barely had time to inhale before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you, picking up the brutal pace exactly where he left off.

“No interruptions this time, mama,” he growled, pulling your hair again to arch your back deeper into him.

“Gonna fuck you like you fuckin’ need it.”

His thrusts were relentless—hard, fast, dominant—his cock hitting deep with every snap of his hips.

Your cries turned into broken moans, your hands clawing at the desk for any kind of anchor.

Jimmy was a force now—grunting, cursing under his breath, owning your body like it was his right.

“You feel that?” he rasped against your ear, voice wrecked.

“That’s me, stretchin’ this pretty little pussy open… makin’ you mine.”

Every word made you clench tighter around him, every thrust sending you closer to the edge again.

You could feel it building again—incredible and inevitable.

Jimmy’s fingers bruised into your hips as he chased his own release, grunting and cursing under his breath.

“You’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked, desperate.

“Can’t—fuck—hold out.”

You cried out, the pleasure inside you snapping tight.

“Jimmy—!” you gasped, body locking up, clenching down around him hard.

That was it.

That was all it took.

Jimmy groaned low and broken, slamming in deep one last time as he came inside you, hot and endless, his cock jerking with every pulse.

The feeling of him filling you tipped you over the edge too—you came with a sob, body wracked with shudders, your walls milking him for every last drop.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of attempted breathing as you stayed tangled together, bodies trembling.

Jimmy pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder still deep inside you.

“Same time tomorrow, mama?” he panted, voice teasing but warm.

You let out a breathless, wrecked laugh, cheek still pressed to the desk.

“We’re about to rack up so much overtime,” you muttered.

Jimmy chuckled low in his chest, hands smoothing over your sides, protective even in his exhaustion.

“Good,” he said, nipping at your neck playfully.

“Means I get to clock in… and clock out… right inside you.”

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Josh x Nina

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"I can’t even see it babe"

Nina shuffled out of the bathroom in a satin robe, her bare feet padding softly across the hardwood floor. Her hand resting against her round belly, rubbing over it where their baby boy Kairo was moving inside her slightly. 8 months in and she was glowing—moody, sore, horny and exhausted—but glowing nonetheless.

Josh was sprawled out on the bed, shirtless in black sweat-shorts, scrolling through his instagram until he caught sight of her.

"Hey baby" he grinned, tossing his phone to the side like it was never important. "How you feelin mama?" Kissing her cheek as she plopped down next to him.

Nina let out a dramatic sigh at his question. "Like I swallowed a watermelon and now it’s breakdancing In my uterus.

He chuckled, grabbing her hand placing a kiss to the back of it. "You still looking fine as hell, though"

She rolled her eyes playfully, cheeks warming up at the compliment. "Don’t gas me up"

"Nah, I mean it. You pregnant, and still the finest woman on earth"

Nina smiled softly, but then bit her lip. She hesitated for a second, wiggling a little uncomfortably before blurting out. "Ok, so… I need to ask you for something. And don’t laugh."

Josh straightened up, becoming serious. "You good? You need somethin?"

She gave a dramatic huff and glanced down at her belly, then back at him. "I need to shave…down there"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, but the corners of his mouth started twitching with amusement

Nina held her hand up to his face. "No listen. I tried. I really did. But my belly’s so big I can’t see a damn thing, and I’m not about to blindly run a razor over my coochie"

Josh burst out laughing, falling back on the bed. "Yo, the way you said that—"

"I knew you’d laugh!" She groaned, grabbing a pillow chucking it at his face, muffling his laugh.

He took the pillow off his face, grinning. "Nah, nah come here." Leaning her into his chest. "So whatchu tryna say? You want me to do it?"

She covered her face with both hands. "Babee… I don’t even know what it looks like down there right now. It could look like a whole rainforest for all I know. I know for a fact it’s giving jungle. Like, I’m so serious."

Jey shut his eyes trying to contain his laughter, before opening them again. He sat up again, cupping her face and pulling her hands away. "Look at me, Nini"

She peeked at him through her fingers, pouting.

"I don’t care what it looks like. Pregnant, bloated, bushy— whatever. You still the finest woman I ever seen. And that’s my shit, so I’m always gonna think it’s beautiful"

Then he smirked, licking his lips. "And mama… I literally still eat it when it looks like bob Ross. I’m a grown ass man, I don’t give a damn."

Her face dropped, face heating up instantly as she cackled. "Joshua! What the fuck?"

"What? You actin like that’s not facts." He said, laughing "that pussy too good for me to care about a little hair."

Her stomach fluttered and it wasn’t just Kairo this time.

"So…" he added voice low and smooth. "You want me to line you up real quick? I can give you a whole face, taped designs, if you want."

Nina cracked up, hiding her face again. "Stop, joshh"

"Nah for real. Lemme take care of you, I got you"

After a few minutes of playful teasing, she gave in. "Fine but you better be gentle. One wrong move and I swear Ima tell our son his daddy scarred me for life."

"Bet, you gonna be smooth as hell by the time I’m done" 

He set everything up with care. A fresh razor, shaving cream, a bowl of water, a towel and a little handheld mirror—though She flat out refused to look.

Nina laid back on the bed under a large towel, her legs apart. Her eyes went wide as he knelt between her thighs with a smirk, his hands soft and carful

"I feel so exposed" she mumbled, biting her lip as she stared at the ceiling. He massaged her thigh gently. "You actin like I ain’t been all up in this already"

"That’s different. This feels…medical"

He laughed under his breath and leaned up to his her belly. "You trust me?"

She nodded her head. "Of course"

"Then let me take care of my girl"

He lathered her vagina with warm shaving cream, his fingers moving along her gently, spreading it slowly that she couldn’t help but squirm a little. His fingers trailed with extra softness, teasing her just slightly.

"See, this ain’t bad right?"

She let out a breathy laugh. "You being way too good at this. Too well behaved. What you tryna prove?"

He smirked, glancing up at her. "That I can handle parts of you. Even the ones you think are too much."

Her breath hitched. There was something about the way he said it. Like this was more than just shaving her. Like this was love at its unfiltered form.

Every stroke of the razor was gentle, his free hand steadying her with a feather-light touch. He was slow, purely focused on, making sure not to cut her. But somehow he made it feel intimate. His hands moving as if he were painting her, learning her again— even though he already knew her inside and out.

"You’re really doing it, huh…" she whispered half in disbelief, half in awe.

"Mhmm" he hummed, voice a little deeper now. "Might need to inspect the area a little closer, though…"

"Joshua!"

He laughed and looked up with that mischievous grin. "I’m just sayin. This view got me feeling some type of way, I can’t even lie."

She rolled her eyes, but the heat rising in her cheeks betrayed her. "Boy, I look like a ballon animal right now. Ain’t nobody tryna be sexy"

"You are sexy, Nina" he said seriously, wiping her clean with a warm wet towel, when he finished. "You carrying my son, glowing bright as hell, legs spread, trustin me with a blade near your glistening coochie—how is that not sexy?"

She blinked at him, the combination of love, lust and laughter bubbling in her chest. "You’re a damn fool."

"A damn fool in love, though" he said leaning over to kiss her lips, soft at first, then deeper as his hand slid across her belly, down to where she was aching for him.

She hummed again his mouth, fingers brushing his jaw. "Now that it’s nice and smooth, you tryna get a taste?"

He growled, trailing his kisses down her neck. "Say less"

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- Heart & Sole 2 ❥

Plot: Meeting a cute guy and finding out he’s related to your best friend through marriage all in the same day sounds nerve wracking enough, right? Well, don’t hold your breath.

Warning: Mature language, hefty flirting, & fluff!

A/N: after long consideration and multiple requests, i’d like to welcome you all to my first ever mini series! i’m beyond excited to expand this plot even further and share my ideas. that being said, this chapter is a little short, but i hope you all enjoy regardless. 💗

p.s: don’t hate me for the cliffhanger. i fear i’m just a girl. 🥲

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It’s been two days.

Two days since I fell head over heels in love with a random guy, got his number without knowing, and later found out that he’s my best friend’s brother in law.

I’d be lying if I said I’ve been able to process any of it.

At least, not with my head spinning in this damn restaurant.

“Oh, Gi!” my co-worker, Maya, calls out to me as I’m passing the hostess stand. “I just sat you table 19.”

See what I mean?

“Sounds good, thank you!” I lie through my teeth, shuffling over to my already-on-dessert table with two Shirley Temple refills.

Once I get there, I take a deep breath and set the glasses down in front of them. “Here we are. Can I get you ladies anything else?”

“No, thank you!” the couple of blonde teenage-looking girls recite in unison, before going back to taking selfies.

I give them a quick and friendly nod, before turning around and heading to my newest patron.

And, it’s not until I’m a couple feet away from the table, that I stop in my tracks.

It’s him.

The man whose beauty can be spotted from miles away - dressed in a white graphic tee, black sweatpants, white air forces, matching white socks, his classic black beanie with fluffy curls tucked underneath, and his usual jewelry on his wrist and ears.

His newest addition? An iced out chain that spells YEET hanging from his neck and glistening under the ceiling lights.

Joshua Fatu.

The same man whose full name I found out just last night, before we “accidentally” fell asleep on FaceTime.

Lord, help me!

I take a deep breath and quickly adjust the loose strands of hair surrounding my face before walking closer.

“Well look who it is,” I greet him sarcastically, placing my hands on my hips.

He looks up from the menu and, as if on cue, that gorgeous grin takes over.

“What a small world we livin’ in, huh?” he replies, his voice as deep and thick as fresh honey.

I chuckle and slide my hands into my jean pockets. “I guess so.”

He chuckles back and reaches out to stroke my side. “How’s your day been, mama?”

Fuck. Here he goes with these damn nicknames!

Calm down, Gi.

Just play it cool.

I take a deep breath from my nose before leaning into his touch. “Busy. Busy but good. You?”

He nods understandably. “Busy over here too. I kinda needed this, though.”

I tilt my head to the side in confusion. “Needed what?”

He smiles softly before resting an arm on the table. “To see you. Unexpectedly, no less. Such a nice surprise.”

I blush slightly before nodding in agreement. “Mhm, real nice.”

The sounds of silverware softly making contact with plates and soft murmurs of other patrons scattered around the restaurant take over for just a moment, before I speak up again.

“So,” I begin. “Did you come here just to be a flirt, or would you like to order anything, sir?”

He smirks before looking back at the menu. “Well, as much as I do enjoy flirting with your pretty lil self…”

His voice trails off as he scans the menu and I roll my eyes playfully.

“I’ll do a lemonade and the shrimp alfredo please, baby.”

I flash him a smile and nod, taking his menu.

“Coming right up,” I reply, and run a hand through his curls before walking away.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him smile and reach into his pocket for his phone.

After stopping by the computer to enter his order and checking on a couple more of my tables, I finally reach the kitchen and immediately grab a glass.

Once it’s about three quarters of the way filled with ice, I place the glass below the fountain drink distributor and hold down the Minute Maid Original button.

As the machine releases his drink, one of my co-workers, Aaliyah, walks over and playfully nudges me.

“We flirting with customers now?” she teases, her eyebrows moving up and down.

I chuckle lightly and lean in. “Only the hotties.”

She giggles and looks back towards Josh’s table.

“Nah but forreal girl,” she begins, turning to me again after a few seconds. “Where’d you find him? I want all the details.”

I sigh dreamily, releasing the button just in time for the sweet yellow liquid to reach right below the rim of the glass. “How much time do you have?”

She nudges me again and I chuckle, reaching out to grab a bread basket.

“Alright, alright. Girl, when I tell you all it took was a couple steps into Nike. He greeted me and I immediately damn near fell to my knees when I saw him. Fast forward, I’m looking at this pair of shoes and - boom! - he spawns out of mid air again. And, get this, he fucking paid for them.”

Her jaw practically drops. “Nike?! Bitch, every time I go in there all the co-workers are either women or just down right fugly.”

We share a laugh as I playfully whack her arm.

“I can’t believe he paid for your shoes though,” she continues, now full blown puppy dog eyes on display. “You guys are so cute already!”

I smile softly, looking back at Josh and watching him tap away at his phone. “He’s super sweet, Liyah. I like him a lot.”

How is he so effortlessly gorgeous?

Especially with the way the light from his phone screen reflects on his handsome features? I just can’t get enough.

“Well,” she replies, causing me to come back down to earth and look at her once more. “I’m rooting for you two, girl. And if he even so much as looks at you the wrong way, you know who to call.”

She taps her chest when saying that last part, causing me to giggle.

We share a quick hug.

“Thank you girl,” I reply, rubbing her back before pulling away.

She smiles, grabbing a tray of piping hot food for her table off of the window. “No worries, Gigi. Now, go get your man his drink before he damn near suffocates.”

We both burst into laughter as she heads back out on the floor and I grab Josh’s things to do the same.

“Hey mama,” he greets me, as I walk back up to the table and place down his things.

“Hi love,” I reply sweetly, holding the tray vertically against my side once everything is off. “Sorry if I took a little while.”

He opens the straw to take a sip of his drink and smiles. “Nothin’ to be sorry about, princess. I don’t mind.”

I smile and look down, blushing like a maniac.

Bitch, get it together.

There’s no way you’re about to look identical to the ketchup bottle on this man’s table. At least not in front of him.

“I meant to ask,” he begins again, causing me to look back up at him. “My peoples is hosting a barbecue tonight over at my brother Sefa’s place. You should pull up.”

My heart sinks to my stomach as I stare into his hopeful eyes.

His people?

As in his family?

Already?

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Ch.19 - Serendipity

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Druitt POV

I leaned over the toilet as I emptied out the contents of my stomach. I've been feeling sick, but didn't feel like going to my Doctor.

Part of me was wondering if I had a stomach virus or if I could potentially be with child. I was scared of the last option for many reasons. 

I stood up and brush my teeth, freshening myself up. I decided I would just go to the store and just buy the very item I didn't want to.

I quickly changed into some biker shorts and tee, and headed out the door.

I made it to my nearest store and quickly make my way in. going down different isles before finding what I've been looking for. 

I grabbed it, and swiftly made my way to check out. I smiled at the lady as she checked me out and got my stuff and left. 

I arrived home and went upstairs to my bathroom taking the item out.

I was staring at it in disbelief, not sure how I got here. Sure I know how but I just couldn't believe I was in this situation. 

I shook my head putting it away "I am just tripping, there's no way I am fine" I shut the drawer and walked out the bathroom. As I walked out the bathroom I saw Jey calling me on FaceTime. I grabbed my phone quickly answering the call.

Once it connected I saw him in the car. "Hey beautiful" I smiled as he looked really handsome today.

"Hey main event, where you going?"

He leaned back further in his seat, driving with one hand "I am on my way to go pick up my son from practice."

"Tell Jeyce I am going to come to his next game"

"He's going to be excited, I couldn't keep him away from you last time you was here"

I smiled "Awe is somebody jealous" I teased with a smirk "you are going to have to learn to share me"

"The hell I am, you my woman, I don't share you with anybody" I laughed as he sent a glare towards me.

"It's ok babe, there's enough of me to go around"

"Only for me though" I saw him come to a stop and park. We talked for a few more minutes until I heard the car door open and saw Jeyce get in the car. 

He smiled when he seen me "Dru!"

"Hey Buddy!"

"Oh forget that I am here uce" Jey held a scowl on his face.

"Don't be a hater"

"Yeah dad, don't be a hater"

"Oh excuse me" Jey said in a offended tone.

"It's ok babe, Jeyce I will be at your next game"

His face lit up with excitement "Really?!"

"Yeah buddy, I will be there"

We all talked for a few more minutes until we hung up. I got up and walked into my bathroom again and looked at the item. I stared at it for a few minutes and just decided to put the item in my bag and take it with me when I leave.

The digital image of Jey's smiling face lingered on my phone screen for a moment after the call ended. A warmth spread through me, a familiar comfort that always seemed to ground me, even when my insides felt like they were doing somersaults. But as I placed the phone down, my gaze drifted back towards the bathroom door, the unopened box containing my potential reality sitting heavy in my mind.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Just tripping," I muttered again, the words sounding less convincing this time. My body had been throwing these curveballs for a week now – the nausea that would hit me out of nowhere, the strange fatigue that clung to me even after a full night's sleep. Ignoring it had been my strategy, a flimsy shield against the possibility that my life was about to take an unexpected turn.

But the insistent whispers of "what if" were growing louder, harder to ignore. Jey and I... we were good. Really good. He was my rock, my biggest supporter, and seeing him with Jeyce always melted my heart. The thought of adding another little one to our mix was both exhilarating and terrifying. We hadn't exactly been trying, but we hadn't been actively preventing it either. A casual conversation about maybe someday now echoed in my ears with a newfound urgency.

I wandered into the kitchen, aimlessly opening and closing the refrigerator door. Hunger pangs had been another unwelcome guest lately, followed by a strange aversion to some of my favorite foods. Just the thought of coffee made my stomach churn. It was all adding up, the puzzle pieces forming a picture I wasn't sure I was ready to see.

Finally, with a deep breath, I walked back upstairs. The small bag lay innocently on my dresser. I picked it up, the weight surprisingly significant in my hand. The plastic crinkled softly as I moved, the sound amplifying the internal debate raging within me.

"Okay, Druitt," I told myself, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "Just... just take it. Get it over with. Then you'll know."

But the thought of facing that unknown alone in my bathroom felt daunting. What if it was positive? What would I do then? Who would I tell first? My mind raced, skipping from one anxious scenario to another.

That's when Trin popped into my head. My best friend, my confidante, the one person who always knew how to cut through my anxieties with a dose of reality and a whole lot of love. She would know what to do. She would be my rock in this moment of uncertainty.

A plan started to form. Trin was wrestling in a few days, a big match. I had to be there anyway, had a few segments planned. Maybe... maybe I could take the test there. With her. Having her support, her calm presence, would make this whole terrifying ordeal a little less lonely.

I nodded to myself, a sense of purpose settling within me. Yes. That's what I would do. I carefully placed the unopened box into my bag, tucked safely amongst my usual wrestling gear and water bottle. It felt like a secret, a heavy secret that I would carry with me to the arena.

Every little twinge, every fleeting wave of nausea, felt like a confirmation of my fears. I tried to distract myself, watching some mindless television, but my thoughts kept drifting back to the small box in my bag.

Getting to the arena wouldn't be about putting on an amazing show. It was about facing a potential truth, a truth that could change everything. And somehow, knowing Trin would be there, waiting in the wings, made the journey a little less daunting.

*Few Days Later*

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing the urgency in my steps as I navigated the labyrinthine hallways of the arena. Each turn felt like a gamble, each face I passed a potential obstacle. The need to find Trin was a burning ember within me, a desperate plea for her steady presence in the face of the unknown. Finally, tucked away near a stack of lighting equipment, I spotted her familiar silhouette.

"Trin!" The sound tore from my throat, a ragged call that sliced through the backstage din. Her head snapped up, her brow furrowing with concern as she took in my near sprint towards her.

"What's up, champ?" she asked, her usual playful tone replaced with an edge of worry as she hopped down from the crate. Her hug was tight, grounding, but the anxiety churning inside me wouldn't be so easily soothed.

"Nothing much," I managed, my voice betraying the turmoil within. "Are you busy right now?" My grip on her hands was tighter than intended, a silent plea for her undivided attention.

"No, I'm not. You okay, Dru?" Her eyes searched mine, picking up on the frantic energy radiating off me. Without a word, I pulled her along, my feet knowing the way to the relative privacy of my locker room.

The click of the closing door amplified the sudden silence. I moved towards my bag, my movements jerky and uncoordinated. "Okay, so what's up, girl?" Trin's voice was soft now, laced with a gentle concern that both comforted and unnerved me.

"Well," I began, my fingers fumbling as I rummaged through my bag, avoiding her direct gaze. "You know we went on that vacation a month ago..."

"Yeah," she replied, her tone encouraging. "We had a blast. We need to book another girls' trip soon."

"Yes," I agreed, finally locating the small, tell-tale box. My hand trembled slightly as I held it, my gaze locking with hers. "Great time, great food, great drinks..." A nervous laugh escaped me. "...great sex."

Trin's eyebrows shot up, a slow smile spreading across her face before she caught the shift in my eyes. "Oh," she said slowly, the humor fading. "Okay. He definitely put it down. But... what's going on, Dru?" Her gaze was intense, waiting.

I held up the box, the stark white cardboard a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. Trin's breath hitched. Her eyes widened, her hand flying to cover her mouth, her expression a mixture of shock and dawning understanding. "Dru... no," she whispered, shaking her head slowly. "You think... you think you're pregnant?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken fears. "I mean... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a week late. That's why... that's why I needed to see you. I've had it for a few days, but I'm scared to take it alone."

Trin's eyes softened with a fierce protectiveness. "Go ahead," she urged, her voice firm now. "Take it now. Right now." She gently steered me towards the bathroom, her hand a steady presence on my back.

The sterile white of the bathroom seemed to amplify my anxiety. The rustle of the packaging, the small plastic stick in my hand – each detail felt magnified, imbued with immense significance. I followed the instructions, my hands shaking so badly I almost dropped the test. Then, I stood there, the weight of the next few minutes pressing down on me, each breath a conscious effort.

My mind conjured a rapid-fire montage of possibilities: Jey's surprised face, his potential joy, the logistical nightmare of another child, the fear of somehow disrupting the beautiful balance we had found. The digital timer on the test ticked down with agonizing slowness, each passing second stretching into an eternity.

Finally, the faint beep echoed from the bathroom. My feet felt rooted to the floor. I couldn't bring myself to look. I opened the door, my eyes locked on Trin's face. "I can't," I choked out, backing away. "You look."

I retreated into the locker room, pacing a tight circle, my gaze fixed on the worn carpet. The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, broken only by the frantic rhythm of my own breathing. I could hear the faint sounds of Trin moving in the bathroom, the soft rustle of plastic, the almost imperceptible click as she likely placed the test down.

The wait felt unbearable. Each passing moment amplified the suspense, the unknown hanging heavy in the air between us. Finally, the bathroom door creaked open. Trin stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable, her eyes holding a truth I both desperately wanted and desperately feared to see. The silence in the room intensified, every nerve in my body screaming for the answer etched on her face...

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

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, oral ( f receiving), fingering ( f receiving), unprotected sex.

word count: 8.4k

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

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

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Pensacola, Florida - 12:50PM

Jimmy and Genesis arrived in the elegant city of Pensacola, the cherished hometown of Jimmy, to reunite with his family. He gracefully parked his rental vehicle in front of his mother's residence, then proceeded to the passenger side, opening the door with a flourish as she stepped out.

He gently closed the door behind her, having noticed the grandeur of his mother's residence and its exquisite exterior adornments. She had draped her purse over one shoulder while balancing a small suitcase of her clothing in the other, prompting Jimmy to assist her by carrying it, as they were to spend two nights in that splendid abode.

A wave of anxiety washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, when Jimmy entwined his fingers with hers, kissing her palm and gazing deeply into her eyes.

“They will like you I promise Gigi, I gotchu.” With a gentle smile gracing her lips, Jimmy offered her reassurance as they ascended the elegant wooden steps of his mother's residence, pausing gracefully beside the door.

As Jimmy rapped gently on the door, the melodic strains of music wafted through the air, leading him to believe his mother was entertaining guests. It was then that the sound of laughter reached his ears, just as his mother swung open the door to find her towering son, standing at an impressive 6'3", beaming with joy.

“Jon! My oldest! I wasn’t expecting to see you dear!” Mama Fatu expressed taking a glance at Genesis.

“Hey, mama.” Jimmy had softly as he hugged his mother.

With a radiant smile, she embraced Genesis warmly, exclaiming, 'You must be the illustrious Genesis! My son has been raving about you, darling!' Meanwhile, Jimmy averted his gaze, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mama Fatu," Genesis said with a warm smile. "Oh, she is absolutely lovely, Jonathan." His mother welcomed them into the home, gently closing the door as the sound of laughter from the television filled the air.

Genesis was utterly captivated by the exquisite beauty that adorned every corner of the house, a true reflection of rich cultural heritage that resonated deeply with her, especially given their Samoan roots, which she cherished immensely.

“Who’s that at the door!” Rikishi shouted.

“It’s our oldest and his girlfriend!” Mama Fatu replied back as she led them to the living room seeing Rikishi sitting in his chair. “Jonathan! My son! How you doing?”

As Jimmy embraced his father, Genesis lingered nearby, reminiscent of a forlorn puppy, captivated by the exquisite decor of the home, yearning for his mother to offer him a delightful mini tour—Rikishi glanced in Genesis's direction as he rose gracefully from his seat.

“Genesis right?”

She nodded her head feeling nervous, “yes sir.”

He beamed at her, enveloping her in a warm embrace as she reciprocated, whispering, 'Welcome to the family.' A deep sigh escaped her lips, a release of the burden she had carried, fearing they might not accept her.

It seems that Jimmy has been boasting about her even before arranging a flight to visit them, according to his mother's earlier remarks. His father and Genesis distanced themselves as she retreated to her designated place. 'I understand you are looking after my son quite well, far better than that one girl he was involved with—oh, how I disliked her,' his father remarked. Genesis recognized that his father was referring to Trinity; it was unmistakable.

“Don’t worry Mr Fatu, I’ll make sure your son is taken care of.” Genesis responded as she looked at Jimmy with a smile on her face as she felt his hand around her waist.

“Good, see Jon. You got a good woman right there.” Rikishi said.

“I know pops. I know.”  They noticed his mother approaching, expressing her desire to guide them on a tour of the residence, ensuring that Genesis would become familiar with her surroundings.

Their mother guided Genesis through the residence, particularly highlighting the breathtaking vista from the patio—she explained that this was the perfect spot to witness the sunset as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, accompanied by a refreshing breeze caressing her skin.

She was utterly captivated by the interior of the house, her breath taken away as his mother graciously guided her through the various rooms, including the kitchen that seamlessly flowed into the living room for effortless access.

Following a tour of the house, his mother graciously led them upstairs to one of the elegantly adorned bedrooms, where the exquisite decor captivated Genesis's attention.

“How do you like the room Genesis dear?” Mama Fatu asked.

“The room is beautiful. I just love the aesthetic of it.” Genesis responded.

“I’m glad you like it. I just wanted to make sure you guys were comfortable and also I heard Joe is coming over in a bit so he’ll probably want to meet you.” Genesis nodded her head as his mother let them be while shutting the door behind her.

As Genesis gracefully leaned to set her luggage upon the chair in the opulent bedroom, Jimmy stealthily approached from behind, his form pressing against hers, prompting her to pivot and behold his towering silhouette, which made her feel diminutive in comparison.

He lifted her effortlessly by her thighs, guiding her towards the bed where he settled on the edge, her arms gracefully draped around his neck. She gazed down at him with a smile, only to shyly avert her eyes, casting them downward.

“What?” Jimmy asked, getting all in her face playfully as she chuckled at him pushing his face away from hers.

“Get out my face Jimmyyy, stop.” Genesis chuckled, feeling his place a soft kiss on her lips seeing his lips all shiny because of her lip gloss.

“I told you that they were going to love you girl.” Genesis rolled her eyes at him keeping her arms wrapped around his neck. “I hope your cousin will like me.”

“Baby, he will like you, trust me.” 

—

In the opulent living room, the guests were engrossed in a program on the television, while Genesis reclined with Jimmy, a luxurious blanket draped over them. However, her attention was elsewhere, as she immersed herself in the world of social media on her phone, oblivious to the screen's flickering images.

As she engaged in her task, she felt the gentle caress of Jimmy's lips on her neck, prompting a soft chuckle from her, until the sound of his cousin's voice broke the moment with a question.

“So Gigi? Can I call you Gigi?” Roman begins to say.

Genesis nodded her head while smiling, “yeah of course, but what’s up?” Genesis responded.

“When did you meet this goofball?” Jimmy gave him the middle finger causing her to chuckle at him, “we met at the company when I was starting as an interview for the WWE, he and cody helped me out a lot.” She explained.

“Did yall like talk at all or it was just you passing by most of the time?”

“It was just a  casual conversation with each other, nothing too crazy, he seemed sweet.” She fondly remembered their chance encounters during her breaks, where they would engage in delightful conversations about their day or share their upcoming plans.

“I heard what Zilla did to you, and you’re part of the family now Gigi we gotchu.” He said.

Genesis experienced a profound sense of joy and security, knowing she was embraced by Jimmy's family, as if a great burden had been effortlessly lifted from her shoulders. “I appreciate it, ion know how I’m going to keep him away from me, it's just too much.”

“Don’t worry we won’t let him get to you, that's a promise I know Jon got your back.”

That’s when Mama Fatu chimed in, “when are guys going to make it official?” Jimmy and Genesis had looked at each other then back at his mother.

“We are keeping things private for right now mama, until she’s ready.”

"It is wise to maintain a veil of privacy, for the world can often tarnish the sanctity of a joyful abode." Genesis grasped the depth of his mother's words, as her once blissful home had been shattered by Quincy's relentless undermining, which not only diminished her sense of self but also inflicted profound emotional wounds, particularly during the harrowing experience of her miscarriage, which left her utterly devastated.

“Yeah, I understand that I truly do.” Genesis offered a subtle smile, choosing not to dwell on the memories of her tumultuous marriage with Quincy.

“You want any children?” At that moment, she raised her gaze to his mother, who was likely unaware of her five-year marriage followed by a divorce; however, the subject of parenthood stirred something within her. “Yes, I actually do. maybe have one to two children.”

Jimmy perceived the subtle shift in her tone and the palpable change in energy when his mother inquired of Genesis whether she desired children, fully aware of her history. He recognized that she was maintaining a veneer of composure before his family, as that subject was far too profound for her to delve into.

“I hope so too Mama Fatu.” With that, she gracefully shed the blankets enveloping her and made her way to the bathroom, offering a polite excuse. “Uce, you got a good woman right there dawg how did you bag someone like her?” Joe said.

With a nonchalant shrug, Jimmy remarked, "I’m simply being my delightful self. She is truly exceptional, and I couldn’t bear the thought of Zilla taking advantage of her; she has endured more than enough already." His companions gazed at him, puzzled by his words, but would he divulge Genesis's affairs without her permission? Absolutely not.

“That’s her story to tell whenever she’s ready.” Mama Fatu nodded her head.

“I raised such a gentleman.” Jimmy chuckled while shaking his head, “you did mama, you did. But imma go find Gigi to make sure that she was okay.”

As Jimmy rose from the couch, he gracefully shed the blankets that enveloped him, moving towards the direction where Genesis had ventured. Had he foreseen the unfolding events, he would have cherished the moment, holding her close while she confided in his mother about her experiences.

As he traversed the upper floor in pursuit of Genesis, he discerned soft sobs emanating from behind one of the doors. Leaning in closer, he pressed his ear against the door, and there he found Genesis, weeping profusely as she conversed with herself.

“Why did  he have to ruin my happiness?”

“I didn’t deserve none of that—when he knew how much I wanted to become a mother he fucking knew.”

It shattered Jimmy's heart to hear her utter those words; he understood her desire for children, yet she had chosen the wrong partner, leading to her profound trauma.

“Stupid bastard, why did I have to marry a person like him? Only for him to just treat me as such.”

“Then blame me for everything, especially the miscarriage of our child when it was his fault.”

“All of this was his fault, I did nothing wrong but take care of him and this is how he do me?”

Jimmy despised the notion that she was experiencing such sorrow without a comforting presence to embrace her and assure her that all would be well—he was meant to be that person. As the tears ceased, he knocked gently on the door, hearing footsteps approach.

At that moment, Genesis gently parted the door, revealing his tall silhouette framed against the entrance, as he gazed into her tear-streaked visage, her lashes glistening with moisture and her nose tinged with a rosy hue from her weeping.

His eyes softened at the sight of her wellbeing, “lemme come in mamas.” She obeyed him, opening up the door as she let him inside of the spare bedroom before shutting the door behind them.

She reclined against the dresser, her fingers delicately toying with one another in the stillness of the room. The sound of his footsteps approached, and as he gently cupped her chin, he guided her gaze upward to meet his.

"How could he possibly value you, my dear? You are far too valuable for someone like him. I have always seen your true worth, Gigi, and you are truly a rare treasure."

Genesis inhaled softly, her head nodding in agreement as Jimmy intertwined his fingers with hers, bestowing gentle kisses upon them while maintaining unwavering eye contact. She was acutely aware of the profound love Jimmy held for her, a love that ensured she would never be out of his sight.

“I deserve every single part of you, just like how you deserve every single part of me. I’m right here Gigi.”

“I know, I know that you’re here Jimmy.” 

“Don’t run off somewhere and be alone when you know you got me—you can cry on me baby.” She endeavored to maintain her composure, yet faltered the moment he spoke those words, leading her to embrace him fervently, tears streaming down her face and soaking his shirt.

He embraced her gently, his hands caressing her back in soothing circles as she wept against his chest—softly murmuring tender words of reassurance, he promised her his unwavering support and devotion.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, soaking his shirt as she grappled with profound pain; the haunting memories resurfaced, traumatizing her and forcing her to confront her past. Her sobs echoed loudly, punctuated by the soft sniffles that followed.

She was indifferent to the audience around her; it was merely her and Jimmy in the intimate confines of the room, where he embraced her tenderly, allowing her to release all that weighed upon her soul.

“I gotchu baby, I’m not going anywhere princess.” Jimmy cooed at her.

With a gentle yet firm embrace, Jimmy cradled her by the thighs, guiding her gracefully to the bed where she settled atop him, her hand resting softly on his chest as tears streamed down her face, lulling her into a sorrowful slumber.

He listened to her delicate hiccups and soft snores, gazing down at her swollen eyes, prompting him to gently brush away the lingering tears from her cheeks.

He gently pressed his lips against her crown, as they lay entwined in the bed, enveloped by a serene silence. The sight of Genesis in distress, tears streaming down her face, pained him deeply. He vowed to ensure her safety and happiness, ready to eliminate anyone who dared to threaten that peace.

—

Genesis stirred from her slumber, her gaze falling upon Jimmy beside her. As she rose, she surveyed her surroundings, recognizing that she remained in his family's residence, albeit in a different chamber. A glance at the clock revealed that evening was fast approaching.

Rising gracefully from her bed, she glided towards the door, drawn by the sound of boisterous laughter emanating from below. Upon her arrival, she discovered Jimmy and his cousin, reveling in their camaraderie over a game of Uno, beer in hand, as they shared lighthearted banter.

Desiring not to disrupt their playful engagement, she gracefully retreated to the sanctuary of their bedroom for a refreshing shower and a change of attire. Upon completing her ritual, she glanced at her phone, discovering messages from both Jade and Zilla.

Jadebae🌪️: Heyyy bestieee just checking in on you!

She smiled at the message as she texted her back.

Gigi🤍: hey I’m doing fine 

Jadebae🌪️: are you sure? Is everything okay?

Gigi🤍: I ended up crying myself to sleep on Jimmy earlier today 

Jadebae🌪️: omgg bestie why? Did they do something wrong?

Gigi🤍: no no his people are so welcoming and supportive bestie it’s just that his mama was asking my about having children and yk how I am with that topic 

Jadebae🌪️: it must of triggered you 

Gigi🤍: it triggered a lot of things I was hurting real bad Jade but Jimmy…fuck Jade…he’s so perfect 

Jadebae🌪️: then why don’t you make it official with him? Yk? Just to keep that?

Gigi🤍: I told you I don’t wanna rush into anything and plus he’s working so hard for me nd patient 

Jadebae🌪️: Ik he is man can’t stop talking about you whenever you not around lol but he comfort you

Gigi🤍: he did his words is what made me ball out crying in his chest 

Jadebae🌪️:  aww bestie that man loves you downnn

Gigi🤍: ikkk, he’s so tall and handsome makes me wanna eat him up

Jadebae🌪️: ooop 😭

Gigi🤍: but I’m finna go see what the fam is cooking tonight unless his mama need help so I’ll text you later bestie 

Jadebae🌪️: kk love you bestie ❤️

She chose to ignore Zilla's message, fully aware that it was merely an empty threat, unworthy of her concern at that moment. As she gazed into the mirror, she meticulously adjusted her cluster lashes and applied moisturizer to her face, preparing herself for the world beyond her door.

As she descended the staircase, the delightful aroma of her mother-in-law's culinary creations wafted through the air, mingling with the sight of her father-in-law peacefully dozing on the couch. It was then that she caught Jimmy's gaze, a look of intense desire that made her smile before she gracefully made her way towards his mother.

“Oh! Genesis there you were I was looking for you!” Mama Fatu said.

“Yeah, I was just honestly tired from the flight we had earlier. Do you need help with anything?” Genesis asked.

“Yes, could you cut the onions for me please?” With a graceful nod, Genesis adorned herself with a kitchen apron, expertly fastening it around her waist before seizing a knife to delicately slice the onions for her mother.

As she concentrated on slicing the onions, she sensed a pair of arms encircling her waist, accompanied by the warmth of a body pressing against her—she caught the scent of beer on his breath, instantly recognizing it was Jimmy behind her.

He tenderly pressed soft kisses along her neck, nuzzling his chin against her as she skillfully chopped the onions. His warm hands slipped inside her apron, savoring the sensation of the luxurious silk nightgown he had gifted her just days prior.

“You wearing the nightgown I bought you?” Jimmy asked as she glanced at him.

“Mhm, it’s comfortable Jimmy.” Genesis responded.

He leaned into her, his firm body pressing against hers, the sensation of his arousal evident as he caressed her breast, all the while glancing around to ensure his mother was not observing, fearing the consequences of being caught.

He leaned in close, murmuring lewd and crude phrases that sent shivers down her spine, leaving a dampness on her thighs as she wore nothing beneath her nightgown. His tongue traced the delicate curve of her earlobe, prompting her to bite her lip in an attempt to push him away, but he remained undeterred.

“Jimmy, Baby.” 

“What’s up mamas, she ain’t looking lemme’ get a taste.” 

“You can later baby, I need to finish.”

He ignored her protests, sliding his hand beneath her nightgown to discover just how aroused she was—he gently circled her clit, eliciting soft gasps from her lips.

“B-baby, I need to focus before I cut myself with this knife.” She said.

“Stay focused then baby, daddy needs his pussy right now.” He whispered lowly in her ear. “So fucking wet isn’t she princess.”

He skillfully encircled her throat with one hand while his fingers plunged into her slick depths, rhythmically thrusting in and out, eliciting a blissful roll of her eyes into the back of her head.

In the background, the television played softly in the living room, the aroma of chicken sizzling in the air fryer filled the space, while his fingers danced rapidly inside her, his hand rhythmically meeting her clit.

He was utterly captivated by her, completely hooked on her presence. As he held her body tightly against his, their passion ignited, his fingers skillfully curling inside her, sending her into a euphoric state where she could only gasp in delight, her lips parting in sheer ecstasy.

“Spread yo’ legs wider so I can get a better angle mamas” Jimmy murmured as she complied, parting her legs while his fingers repeatedly stimulated her g-spot, eliciting soft moans of his name that only he could hear.

“Fuck, Jimmy.” Genesis moaned. “It feels so good baby, don’t stop.”

“Yeah? Would it feel good if I gave you some dick princess?” Genesis has been yearning for his size lately, yet she felt apprehensive about the experience, aware that he measured around eight inches and she had never accommodated that much before, leading her to avoid contemplating it. “Yess, daddy. I’ve been craving your dick all week. But I’m scared.”

He kissed her cheek, “you scared it won’t fit? I’ll make it fit baby just give me the word and I’ll do it.” She trusted him, sensing that he might be just the right match for her, yet she hesitated, unsure if she was prepared to embrace all that he offered.

She skillfully chopped the onions, even as his fingers explored her from behind, her grip tightening and loosening around them, all while she breathed his name in pleasure.

“You mines Gigi?”

“Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours forever Jimmy.” Her intention was clear—she longed to spend eternity with him, dreaming of growing old side by side. That was her desire for Quincy, but he didn't share her vision. Now, with Jimmy by her side, she feels a glimmer of hope for a fresh start.

She focused on him, her dark, seductive eyes locked onto his, then shifted her gaze to his lips. With one hand, she drew his face closer, pressing her lips against his as they shared a fervent kiss in the kitchen.

In their own private universe, oblivious to the outside gaze, it was solely about them—As she gripped his fingers with increasing intensity, longing for freedom, her hands pulled at his shoulders. He sensed her nearing the edge of ecstasy, while his fingers skillfully explored her g-spot, propelling her toward the pinnacle of delight.

Their tongues intertwined passionately while his fingers explored her depths—He skillfully probed her, locating her most sensitive area, making her back arch in ecstasy.

“I love you Jimmy.” She murmured softly.

“I love you too, Gigi. I really do.” He murmured back.

His lips brushed against her neck, bestowing soft, lingering kisses as he observed her yield to his caress. He sensed her yearning, the way she was completely drenched for him, and how she tightened around his fingers.

“Oh my god, Jimmy.” 

“I’m right here baby, keep calling for me.” As his fingers twirled and glided within her throbbing depths, she found herself adrift in a universe of bliss, gasping his name in fervent adoration, declaring her love as his and his alone.

With her eyes closed, Genesis leaned her head back in delight, giving in to the waves of pleasure as his fingers expertly stimulated her g-spot, sending her into a blissful trance.

She felt like she was losing herself under his touch as she clung to his neck and leaned her head back against his chest.

He enjoyed how she gave in to him as his fingers pressed into her, repeatedly hitting that spot she adored, making her weak in the knees.

“You finna cum baby?” Jimmy whispered darkly.

“Y-yes, I’m g-gonna, c-cum.” Genesis softly whimpered, looking up at him with her innocent eyes that excited him, while he gazed down at her with his alluring ones.

He was tearing her apart, watching her fall apart and her legs shake because of him; he was the reason for her downfall right then.

“Cum on my fingers princess, let it go for me.” He was encouraging her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl.” 

“It’s coming, oh fuck.” She felt ecstatic as her creamy essence covered his fingers, making her entire body tremble, including her legs. “That’s it baby, such a good girl for me she’s so wet right now.”

She clung to him as he gently moved his fingers in and out, maintaining a steady rhythm before finally withdrawing them.

He looked at his fingers, covered in the thick, creamy mixture, enjoying the taste as he licked them clean before kissing her on the cheek.

This man was so dangerous it wasn’t a joke.

She knew she could finish chopping the onions for his mother while Jimmy held her waist. She put the onions in a glass bowl and told his mother she would check on the chicken.

Jimmy had been trailing her like a lost puppy while she checked on the chicken and white rice cooking on the stove, taking it off the heat to see how it was doing.

“Jonathan! Let that girl breathe son!” Mama Fatu scolded him.

“Mama, c’mon I’m just watching my lady cook.” Jimmy protested causing his mother to grab a shoe which made him let go of Genesis.

She laughed at him as she turned to see him pouring dramatically while sitting next to Roman. That's when she heard his mother's voice.

“I’m sorry about him, he’s so clingy.”

Genesis shook her head, “it’s okay, I love his clinginess it’s cute he can’t get enough of me.” His mother laughs gently and nods as she and Genesis cook dinner together, strengthening their bond as mother and daughter-in-law.

—

Following their sumptuous dinner, Genesis graciously assisted his mother in tidying the kitchen, recognizing her fatigue and her desire to rest for a while—he kindly offered his support. As she attended to the dishes in the sink, she felt the warmth of Jimmy's arm encircling her waist, providing a comforting presence as she worked.

She could sense the alcohol on his breath, the scent of beer wafting as he hovered over her shoulder, observing her with the needy demeanor of a child.

“What baby?” Genesis asked in a softer tone.

“Nothing mama, I’m just watching you.” Jimmy responded.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and lay down Jimmy.” He shook his head whining like a child.

“Nooo, I wanna stay here with you princess.” Genesis smiled at his adorable charm, allowing him to be as she gracefully bent over to load the dishes into the dishwasher for an impeccable clean.

As Jimmy observed her gracefully lean forward, an irresistible urge overcame him, prompting him to playfully swat her backside. She turned to face him, a playful smile gracing her lips as she noticed the mischievous smirk on his face, and in response, she gently pushed him away, her laughter filling the air. “See this is why yo’ ass need to go upstairs and go to bed Jimmy playing too damn much.”

He sensuously traced his tongue along the curve of his lips before drawing them inward, captivated by the blush that adorned her cheeks. With a firm yet gentle grip on her waist, he pulled her closer, their faces mere inches apart, igniting an electric tension between them.

Their lips grazed softly, while their noses met tenderly, gazing deeply into one another's eyes with fervor, as she playfully employed the triangle method, a coy smile gracing her lips.

“What’chu gonna do if I don’t?” At this juncture, he was challenging her, attempting to provoke a departure from her usual demeanor in the presence of his family.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, lips brushing past his neck, almost teasing him as his hand slithered down towards her ass cupping it with a squeeze.  “Keep on, baby. I’ll have those toes curling within seconds, keep playing with me.” Her voice resonated with a rich, velvety timbre as she bestowed a lingering, moist kiss upon his neck, only to withdraw from his embrace, leaving him utterly astonished.

She returned to the task of washing the dishes, feigning nonchalance as if the recent moment had never occurred—she relished in the art of teasing him, allowing him to crave her presence even more.

After meticulously arranging the dishes within the dishwasher, Genesis gently closed the door, listening for the satisfying click before activating the start button. As she turned around, she found him gazing at her with an intense, desire-filled stare.

With an air of innocence, she cast a gentle smile his way as she gracefully strolled past, a warm cloth in hand, diligently tidying the kitchen for his mother—deliberately overlooking him to gauge his reaction.

He glanced over at her as she tidied the countertops, captivated by how exquisitely the nightgown clung to her form, stirring a tension within him despite the comfort of his Nike shorts—Jimmy acknowledged her with a subtle nod, his tongue playfully pressing against the inside of his cheek.

He seized her by the nape, drawing her close as their lips met fervently, the rag slipping from her grasp to the floor. She entwined her arms around his neck, surrendering to the intensity of their kiss. With a powerful lift, he cradled her legs, carrying her upstairs to their sanctuary of intimacy.

Their lips remained entwined as he strolled down the corridor, veering left towards the entrance of their opulent bedroom. Upon entering, he deftly closed the door with his foot, playfully tossing Genesis onto the luxurious cool sheets of the bed, all the while observing him remove his white tank top, revealing his stunningly tattooed physique.

He tenderly nestled between her thighs, bestowing delicate, lingering kisses along her jawline and descending to her neck, gently sucking as he ensured her comfort, eliciting soft moans of his name from her lips.

Jimmy gently lowered her straps, allowing her nightgown to cascade down to her waist, revealing her exquisite breasts, eager for his attention. He took a handful, kissing her nipples tenderly before enveloping them with his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, eliciting a delightful arch of her back in response to the pleasure.

It had been ages since she experienced such sensations, especially during her marriage to Quincy; however, Jimmy was an entirely different kind of man. She found herself captivated as he lavished attention on her, causing her to writhe in delight beneath him.

Her delicate fingers wove through his tousled curls as he lavished her with tender, lingering kisses along her abdomen, his hands firmly grasping her waist. With a gentle motion, he drew her nightgown away, revealing her glistening form illuminated by the soft glow of their bedroom. He caressed her thighs, showering them with affection, before bestowing a gentle kiss upon her most intimate petals, causing her to shiver with delight at the exquisite sensation.

He persistently lavished her glistening folds with tender, lingering kisses, prompting her to retreat slightly from his face, only for him to pull her back down, skillfully swirling his tongue around her sensitive clit.

His nose gently caressed her most intimate area while his tongue danced within her, skillfully arousing her, as she clutched the sheets to stifle her moans.

“Fuck, Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He indulged in her exquisite curves, savoring her as if she were a sumptuous feast meant to be enjoyed night and day, stealing glances at her as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

She was consumed by desire—her longing for him was intense, compelling her to abandon her five-year vow of celibacy. Her heart ached for him alone, a deep yearning that could not be ignored. “Jimmy, baby.”

She experienced a sensation akin to weightlessness, her thoughts enveloped in a blissful haze, still tinged with the lingering effects of the cannabis. Each time his tongue caressed her most sensitive spot, powerful waves of pleasure coursed through her, rendering her breathless. Her eyes fluttered back in sheer rapture as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations, allowing her body to melt under his skilled touch.

“Yes mamas, whatchu want from me?” Jimmy groaned as he kissed her thighs.

“I need you badly baby, please lemme have it daddy. Please.” Genesis begged desperately.

She gazed into his eyes, brimming with longing, and implored him to fulfill his promise of passion, granting him the unspoken invitation as her delicate feet caressed his chest, prompting him to tenderly kiss her feet.

Jimmy gracefully lowered his elegant grey Nike shorts, revealing his PSD boxers, showcasing his impressive eight-inch member, proudly standing erect with a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip, captivating her gaze and leaving her in awe as if she were witnessing such a sight for the very first time.

He positioned himself between her legs, his arousal gently grazing her softness as he caressed the tip of his desire against her glistening warmth—playfully tantalizing her gaze.

He gazed into her eyes, which reflected a blend of fear and concern, as he leaned closer to bestow a tender kiss upon her lips, offering solace before he spoke. "I will be gentle, my love, I assure you. If you feel any discomfort, please let me know, alright?"

She gracefully nodded, suppressing the emotion rising within her as she observed him caress himself a few times before gently easing the tip into her exquisite warmth—she was already writhing from the delightful stretch he provided. Jimmy was huge 

He barely penetrated her, yet she was already unraveling from the sensation, and he observed her intently. Jimmy had withdrawn nearly completely before gradually immersing himself in her exquisite warmth, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

“F-fuck.” She whimpered softly.

He inclined closer to her form, allowing their bodies to meet as he delivered deliberate, measured strokes, enabling her to acclimate to his dimensions while her arms encircled his neck.

“It feels so warm in here baby.” He cooed at her, placing a soft kiss on her neck. “Makes me want to nut in this pussy already baby.”

She gently placed a tender kiss upon his lips, which he eagerly reciprocated, igniting a passionate embrace. Their tongues intertwined in a sensual dance, accompanied by soft moans and sighs that escaped their mouths. He could feel her creamy essence enveloping him, allowing for effortless movements as he glided in and out of her with exquisite ease.

He gently pressed his lips against her neck, embellished with love bites, and slowly descended his kisses to her bosom, playfully teasing her nipples with his tongue as he indulged in their sweetness.

“Oh, Jimmy.” 

“You okay mamas?”

She nodded her head while running her fingers through his messy hair, “go faster, baby. I trust you.”

“You sure? Because once I speed it up ain’t no turning back Gigi.”

With a delicate bite of her lower lip, she gazed at him with imploring eyes. He withdrew almost entirely before plunging back in with fervor, causing her to arch her back and claw at his skin, eliciting a sharp hiss from him, yet he embraced the exquisite sensation. “No runnin’ you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. What?”

“Y-yes daddy, I promise I won’t run from you.” He accelerated his stride, gripping her hips with a firm hold as she felt an intensifying tension within her, her eyes fluttering back in sheer ecstasy.

Jimmy gently bit his lower lip, drawing it inward as he passionately entered her, his hand tenderly cradling her breast.

The bedroom was enveloped in a symphony of rhythmic skin against skin, punctuated by their gentle sighs and whispers, as she writhed in pleasure, instinctively placing her hand on his abdomen to temper the intensity of the moment.

“J-Jimmy! Fuck!” Genesis exclaimed.

“You promised me mamas, move yo’ hand.” Jimmy grunted.

“I’m sorry…I-it’s, t-too. m-much. ouu daddy.” He adored the melodic way her voice called for him, accompanied by her soft whimpers, as he passionately made love to her.

He held her throat with a commanding grip, plunging her into a blissful trance as he arched his head back in rapture, consumed by the exquisite feeling of her body clenching around him time and again, igniting an insatiable passion within him.

The gentle sway of her bosom with every tender touch he offered, paired with the delicate sighs escaping her exquisite lips, ignited a profound yearning within him.

Genesis gently bit her lower lip, looking up at him with a look of pure innocence, completely enveloped in the exquisite blend of pleasurable pain that surged through her, as if he were profoundly connected to her essence.

“daddyy, I can’t take it!” She wailed out.

Jimmy shook his head, “nah, take this fucking dick Gigi. This is what you wanted right? So take this shit.” With a powerful thrust of his hips, he drove into her, drawing forth a passionate cry that resonated with his name, as he persisted, time and again, guiding her into a realm of exquisite surrender.

He continued to sway his hips with exquisite precision, skillfully stimulating her most sensitive spot and igniting her desires—she felt herself surrendering entirely, engulfed by the intoxicating pleasure of his movements against her most intimate depths.

“As a matter of fact c’mere and ride this shit.” They exchanged their roles, placing her elegantly atop him while he reclined beneath.

Her delicate hands caressed his length, gliding up and down before she welcomed him into her depths, gasping at the exquisite sensation of being filled beyond her wildest expectations.

“Ride that shit mama, prove to me that this yo’ dick princess.” Jimmy encouraged her.

With his hands elegantly placed on her hips, he skillfully directed her movements as she gracefully swayed on his lap. His gaze was fixed on her, captivated by the way her curves undulated with each motion, allowing her to find comfort with his presence.

She found her groove as she swayed her hips upon his lap, while he graced her neck and cheek with soft, lingering kisses—murmuring alluring words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever encountered from a man of his stature.

“There you go Gigi, just like that mamas. So fucking pretty.” The manner in which he lavished her with compliments stirred something within her, a sensation she had never encountered during her time with Quincy.

Genesis could only emit delicate sighs as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth as his deep, raspy voice tenderly brushed against her ear.

He adorned her neck with passionate marks, which she would need to conceal for their return to the office, ensuring that no one would grow suspicious of their intimate connection.

“Look at this pretty ass face mamas, such a good girl for me baby.” He could see drool coming down her lips as she continuously moved her hips down onto his cock making her eyes roll back.

“Baby, you drooling.” She gazed at him with her enchanting, doe-like eyes, delicately wiping the drool from her lips, which brought forth an innocent smile directed at him.

“You want some?” Jimmy nodded, his lips caught between his teeth, as he opened his mouth, fully aware of his intense desire for this moment—she let her saliva mingle with his as she playfully spat into his mouth, feeling his hand descend onto her ass, gripping it firmly.

Genesis was enveloped in ecstasy, riding him with an urgency that felt vital—listening to the intoxicating sounds of her arousal beneath him, savoring the exquisite sensation of his manhood caressing her depths with every passionate movement.

Her thoughts were intricately woven with a profound sense of pleasure and longing, deeply rooted in her essence, as she realized the intensity of her need after five long years of absence, igniting a sensual awakening within her.

They pulled away from each other while gazing into each other’s eyes, “my nasty lil slut aren’t you.” Jimmy growls as he thrust deeply inside her, eliciting a gasp from her lips. “You my slut Gigi?”

“F-fuck, yes daddy. I’m your slut.” As the warmth in the room escalated, he drew her closer, playfully delivering a few gentle taps to her derrière.

“Keep it goin then princess, make me nut.” With unwavering resolve, she gracefully perched upon his lap, the bedroom resonating with the rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting repeatedly, as Jimmy's hand glided down to grasp her hips, expertly directing her movements in perfect harmony with his own.

A fiery thrill surged through her thighs as she rode him with fervor, yearning for that exquisite climax. Jimmy's fingers pressed into the soft contours of her form, directing her rhythm with every powerful thrust.

“My turn.” His voice resonated with a profound richness, enveloping the words in a luxurious depth.

He artfully explored her intimate depths, leaving her breathless, as though she were beholding a breathtaking constellation. The heat of her longing enveloped him, establishing a harmonious rhythm as he moved gracefully in and out.

“J-Jimmy! O-ouuu. Fuck! Don’t stop daddy!” She mewled out.

“Don’t stop? Huh you don’t want me to stop baby?” He teased.

“Un-Huh.”

“Un-Huh? Yeah baby? You like that shit?” He playfully taunted her as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy, leaving her in a dizzying state of bliss.

“Please don’t stop daddy! You fucking me so good!” She locked eyes with him, acutely aware that the desire reflected in his gaze was unmistakable. An involuntary thrill surged through her as he approached, his very presence stirring a symphony of sensations within her, caressing her depths and causing her to respond with an instinctive embrace.

“This my fucking shit right Gigi? You fucking mine all mine I’ll kill a bitch over you.” 

He was utterly devoted to her, willing to go to any lengths to prove his love, and she found that thrilling—she adored the idea of a man so passionately infatuated that he would go so far as to eliminate any threat to her, handling it with the utmost discretion.

His essence rhythmically caressed her most sensitive spot, prompting her to bury her face in the crook of his neck as he delved deeper into her velvety embrace.

“Daddy, ouuu. Daddy.” Genesis whimpered.

“Tell daddy this yo’ dick mamas tell em.” Jimmy urged.

“T-this, my d-dick. D-daddy.” She faltered in her speech, overwhelmed by his commanding thrust, which left her in disarray, resulting in a playful slap on her left ass cheek. “I didn’t hear you baby.”

“This my dick daddy! fuckkk!” She didn’t care how loud she was right now; it felt too good to be silent.

She started to sway her hips in a captivating rhythm, savoring the sensation of him enveloped within her, prompting him to lean back against the headboard of their luxurious bed in sheer ecstasy. “That’s right, ride that shit like you mean it. Pretty ass slut.”

She gracefully swayed her hips, allowing the very tip of him to caress her core—gripping his shoulders tightly as she surrendered to the moment, feeling herself dissolve into him. A wave of emotion washed over her, igniting a flutter in her stomach while her thighs trembled.

“It’s coming daddy, it’s coming.” Genesis let out a soft sigh as his powerful arms encircled her waist, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace that left her immobile. He began to thrust upward from below, delivering profound, rhythmic motions that made her cry out his name.

Her arms embraced his neck with fervor as he navigated within her, plunging her into a euphoric ocean of ecstasy. With her eyes fluttering in pure rapture, she felt her body quiver around him, instinctively tightening in response to his rhythm.

“You my ride and die baby, we are in this forever you hear me?” He murmured softly, his hips moved with a steady grace, allowing him even deeper access.

Her words eluded her as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, growing more disoriented with each of his movements beneath her. “Y-yes Daddy. Y-yes.” she managed to gasp out between thrusts.

With each powerful thrust, she sensed her climax intensifying, the exquisite pressure against her cervix sending waves of bliss that left her utterly dizzy.

She gazed at him with her doe-like eyes, her lips curving into a delicate pout reminiscent of a playful puppy, prompting him to soften his expression at her enchanting presence—bestowing a gentle kiss upon her chest.

The vision of Jimmy's essence enveloped in a delicate luminescence left him in a state of euphoria. Overwhelmed by the intoxicating connection they shared, he yearned to surrender completely within her. “I know baby, I know. so pretty baby, daddy gotchu princess.” He kissed her neck gently as she whimpered at the feeling.

In that moment, she embraced him with fervor, encircling his neck as she descended onto his lap with a final, passionate flourish. “jimmmmy! oh fuckkk!” With a final, passionate cry, she descended upon him, an intoxicating wave of emotion washing over her like a majestic tide. Her very being enveloped him, saturating his lap in a warm cascade, reminiscent of a vibrant river teeming with vitality.

He thrust himself deeply within her, eliciting soft sobs as she buried her face in his neck, surrounded by the intimate sounds of their shared passion, aware that the sheets would require a thorough washing come morning.

As his behavior grew increasingly frantic and fervent, he sensed himself fading—teetering on the edge of madness, utterly engulfed by her allure.

“Get up Gigi I’m finna nut, get up.” Jimmy ordered.

In a final, fervent encounter, Jimmy collided with her once more. As Genesis' legs quivered and faltered, she summoned the strength to rise while he withdrew, his hand gliding over himself as torrents of his essence erupted like a volcanic explosion, cascading onto her back and splattering across his hands.

He leisurely caressed himself, ensuring every drop of pleasure was released, his arousal lying against his abdomen as they both breathed heavily.

Their bodies glistened with perspiration, the intoxicating aroma of passion enveloping the room, while the sheets were dampened by her exquisite release.

Genesis gazed up at him with weary eyes, prompting him to look down at her as she subtly pouted her lips in anticipation of a kiss—he obliged her with a tender embrace. The kiss was languid and deliberate, allowing him to savor every inch of her mouth before gently parting.

“You good mamas?” Jimmy asked.

“Mhmm, probably will be sore in the morning.” Genesis responded in a drowsy tone.

“Lemme’ get up so I can wash my hands.” As Jimmy made his way to the bathroom to cleanse his hands, Genesis gracefully shifted to the other side of the bed. Upon returning, he tenderly used a warm cloth to wipe away the remnants of their passionate encounter from her skin, finding amusement in her relaxed form sprawled across the bed.

The mattress yielded beneath his weight as he tenderly attended to her back, eliciting soft whimpers from her slumber as she instinctively waved him off—yet he found no annoyance in her playful demeanor, continuing his gentle ministrations.

After meticulously tending to her, he discarded the cloth into the laundry, then dimmed the lights in both the bathroom and the bedroom. With her resting serenely, he skillfully changed the sheets without disturbing her slumber.

Jimmy nestled beneath the sheets with her, drawing her closer to his chest and bestowing a gentle kiss upon her temple, before settling into the luxurious embrace of the bed together.

He gently massaged her back in soothing circles, providing comfort as he listened to her soft snores escaping her lips, her body melting into his touch—fully aware that she was secure in his embrace, he was her guardian.

He observed her slumber, gently brushing her hair aside to admire her serene visage, before succumbing to his own restless dreams.

As Jimmy embraced her tenderly, he surrendered to slumber, the gentle caress of the cool breeze drifting through the window enveloping the room in a refreshing chill throughout the night.

Unbeknownst to them, a hidden observer lingered by the window, their blood simmering with intensity as they prepared to depart.

gigispovv has posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: you deserve this mamas ❤️

uceyjucey replied to your story: okay I see you twin!

jadecargill replied to your story: Gigi omgggg this is cute girl I love this for you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: yall are so adorable together 

americannightmarecody replied to your story: yeah, yall dating most definitely 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: your family probably didn’t like her 😭😭

romanreigns replied to your story: hope to see you again Gigi!

GUARDED

a/n: Jimmy loves Genesis so much I love their relationship honestly but Jimmy is crazyyy as hell 😭😭 Zilla and Quincy better move around.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[uceyliyahh]

Loving You - Part 3

Part 3 - Dinner with Jey

As Miracle and Jey sat at the table, Miracle started laying with her fingers, hoping it would calm her nerves.

"Are you OK?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, just a little nervous, that's all..." Miracle answered, looking up to meet Jey's gaze.

"Don't be.." Jey said, reaching over to grab a hold of Miracle's hand.

Something about Jey holding Miracle's hand calmed her nerves. She exhaled and smiled at Jey. Miracle and Jey ordered their food, and as they waited, they got to know each other better.

"So what is it like to have a twin?" Miracle asked.

"It was fun and hell simultaneously," Jey answered.

Miracle giggled at Jey's answer.

"Jimmy was always getting us in trouble." Jey continued.

"I can only imagine. I'm an only child, but I wish I had at least one sibling." Miracle said.

Jey's gaze softened when he heard Miracle say she wanted a sibling.

"Well, you can have mine. There's seven of us." Jey said.

"Oh wow, you probably drove your mom and da crazy." Miracle said with a smile.

"Oh yeah, we were and still are a handful," Jey said.

Before Miracle could say anything, the waitress brought their food. Everything looked delicious, and Miracle could not wait to dig in.

"You lobster looks good... I should have gotten that instead." Miracle said.

"Here, try some..." Jey said, taking some of his lobster on the fork and feeding it to Miracle.

Miracle closed her eyes, savoring the flavor of the buttery lobster.

"What did you order?" Jey asked.

"I got the sea bass... Wanna try it?" Miracle asked.

"Sure..." Jey asnwered.

Miracle fed Hey some of her dishes and watched Jey make a disgusted face, which caused Miracle to laugh out loud.

"You don't like it, huh?" Miracle asked, trying not to laugh at Jey.

"Nah..." Jey said, sipping on some of his water.

"Whatever, it tastes good to me..." Miracle said, taking a bite of her bass.

As dinner went on, Miracle and Jey continued to talk, laugh, and share stories of their childhoods. When the check came, Jey paid, and they left the restaurant.

As they waited outside for the Uber, a cold breeze passed, causing Miracle to shiver. Jey took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulder.  

"Thank you..." Miracle said as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"No problem... Are you all still staying at the Times Square Hilton?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, That's where we are staying..."Miracle answered.

"Nice... So you want to hang out and maybe watch a movie?" Jey asked.

"Sure, " Miracle answered as she and Jey entered the Uber.

As they settled into the Uber, the silence was calming. When they pulled up in front of the hotel, Jey helped Miracle out of the car and held her hand as they walked to the hotel entrance.

"What's your room number?" Miracle asked.

"It's 1213," Jey answered. Do you want to come to my room for the movie, or am I meeting you in your room?"

"I'll meet you in your room. Sharmela loves her sleep, so we don't want to disturb her." Miracle laughed.

"Oh alright..." Jey smiled.

"I'm going to head back to my room and shower. Then I'll meet you in your room," Miracle said.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Jey said.

Jey and Miracle exited the elevator on their respective floors and walked to their rooms.

When Miracle entered the room, Sharmeled looked up from her sketchbook and smiled at her best friend.

"Girl, I want all the details..." Sharmela said, getting up from the table.

"It was dinner, and now I'm getting ready to go watch a movie in his room," Miracle said, disappearing into the bathroom.

"What the hell?" Sharmela said, following her best friend into the bathroom.

"What did you say? Repeat the last part," Sharmela said, leaning against the bathroom sink."I'm gonna go watch a movie in Jey's room," Miracle said with a smile.

"OK!!" Sharmela said, "Just be careful."

Jey went into his room and ensured everything was tidy before Miracle came into his room.

There was a knock on the door that jolted Jey back to reality. Jey looked through the peephole and saw room service.

"I didn't order anything, Uce..." Jey said as he opened the door.

"This is from Mr. Brooks..." The bellhop said.

"Oh, alright, thank you," Jey said as he wheeled the cart into the room.

Jey decided to jump in the shower before Miracle showed up.

Miracle exited the bathroom with her pink "Yeet" shirt and booty shorts.

"Damn, don't give the man a heart attack now," Sharmela said

"I'm gonna try not to." Miracle said, putting on some body spray.

Miracle grabbed her purse and left, "Don't wait up.."

"Oh, I won't," Sharmela said, hugging her best friend.

Miracle walked to the elevator, her stomach doing flips.

"Girl, calm down..." Miracle said to herself as she stepped on the elevator.

Miracle pressed the button to the 12th floor and took a deep breath. She got off and made her way to room 1213. Miracle stood by the door, evening out her breathing before knocking on it. After knocking, she waited for about 15 seconds before Jey opened the door. Jey stood on the other side of the door, freshly showered, her body glistening with water droplets.

"Come in, Jey said, moving to the side so Miracle could walk through the door.

Jey looked Miracle up and down and smiled.

"That shirt looks good on you," Jey said as he closed the room door.

"Thank you..." Miracle said as she began to blush.

"Make yourself comfortable..." Jey said.

Miracle nodded her head and watched as Jey disappeared into the bathroom. She then sat on the bed, propping herself against the headboard. Crossing her legs, she threw the blanket over her.

The bathroom door opened, catching Miracle's attention. Jey walked out shirtless in basketball shorts.

"Will you like some champagne?" Jey asked, "Punk sent over a bottle."

"No, I'm good... Still stuffed from dinner." Miracle answered.

Jey walked towards the bed, causing Miracle's breath to hitch. There was something about Jey that kept catching her off guard.

"What movie do you want to watch?" Jey asked.

"Anything that's action..." Miracle answered.

"OK," Jey said, taking the remote and flipping through the list of movies. He decided on "Fast 10."

"You ready?" Jey asked

"Yeah," Miracle answered, getting comfortable in bed.

Jey got under the blanket and got cozy. Miracle could feel the heat radiating from his body, causing her pulse to quicken.

"Why are you so far away?" Jey asked.

"I don't know," Miracle said as she moved closer to Jey.

Jey wrapped his arms around Miracle's waist and cozied up to Jey.

"Is this OK?' Jey asked.

"Yes, I'm comfortable now... So let's watch the movie." Miracle said.

Jey pressed the play button, and the movie started. Ten minutes into the film, Miracle heard light snoring next to her. Miracle glanced over to her left and smiled. Jey was sleeping.

"What the hell am I doing? I just ended a three-year relationship," Miracle thought to herself.

Then she heard Sharmela's voice, "Just let the good thing happen."

Miracle smiled to herself and laid back in Jey's arms, feeling like she belonged there.

"Maybe I will let things happen slowly." Miracle said to herself as her eyes slowly drifted off to sleep.

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