this man is insane

If you had told me a few months ago that Paul Heyman would be in a love triangle between Roman Punk and Seth I would not have believed you… but here we are and he’s legitimately right in the middle of it😭😭

Agreed. Still not sure who will win him…

HE AINT PLAYING NO GAMES

Amen

MAIN ONE

summary: you are his main one, the person who he can call just to blow off some steam when him and his girl get into it.

warnings contain: manipulation, gaslighting, cheating, entitlement, drinking, masturbation, handjob.

word count: 7.9k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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

Jimmy Uso x Blanca

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

again mdni you have been warned.

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A few weeks have gone by since her evening with Jimmy. The other night, when she stirred awake on his couch, she realized he was missing and that his car was absent from the driveway.

From that point on, she and Jimmy exchanged messages occasionally, as she was unable to use her phone during work hours—she could only reach out during her breaks. He would shower her with affectionate words, expressing how much he missed her, employing all the tactics a manipulative man might use to maintain her attention.

He consistently fed her the words she longed to hear during their phone calls, all the while lying in bed with Trinity at the hotel, leaving Blanca looking utterly delusional.

Blanca was busy at the bar, cheerfully serving drinks and food to her customers, her warm smile earning her generous tips. Known for her excellent customer service, she took pride in her work. While preparing a drink for a customer, she felt her phone vibrate in her work pants.

She informed a coworker that she would return shortly as she headed to the back to check her notifications. There, she noticed a message from an unfamiliar number. Curious, she clicked on it, and to her astonishment, the message contained a video. As she opened it, she was greeted by the unexpected sight of Jimmy and Trinity.

Jimmy was behind Trinity, their passionate connection evident in her high-pitched moans as she expressed her love for him. Blanca's heart sank as she witnessed their intimacy, recalling the night he had invited her to stay over after their date, a night that had also culminated in their own shared moment.

Inside, she was in deep pain, grappling with the betrayal of his actions. How could he treat her this way after a nice dinner and intimacy? Blanca let out a heavy sigh, focusing on her breathing to maintain her calm.

She glanced at the message accompanying the video, fully aware that it was Trinity who had shared it with her.

Unknown Number: Oops sorry baby girl didn’t mean to send that to you. Just a remind that this is my nigga and he’ll forever be my nigga you’re just a side hoe you ain’t nothing important 💋

She felt an overwhelming urge to snap her phone in two after reading that message, but instead, she took a deep breath and moved on. Quickly, she accessed Jimmy’s caller ID and blocked both him and Trinity. With her phone securely tucked back into her pocket, she turned and made her way back to the bar table to complete her duties.

She pressed on with her duties, assisting customers with their orders and serving drinks, all while wearing a forced smile. Yet, deep down, she was grappling with her own thoughts, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. But what was the reason behind her struggle?

Why was she so devastated over a man who was never truly hers, a man who only viewed her as a fleeting encounter before returning to his girlfriend? It broke her heart, yet deep down, she had anticipated this outcome. She should have walked away and refused to spend the night with him, but Jimmy had her exactly where he wanted her.

Blanca sensed her eyes welling up and swiftly brushed away the tears before they could trickle down her cheeks—she refused to shed tears for someone like him. Was he even worthy of being called a man at this stage?

While Jimmy rested in the hotel bed with Trinity by his side, he browsed through his social media timeline. Not having heard from Blanca, he thought it might be a good idea to check on her, hoping to persuade her to come over and spend the night at his place once more.

As he scrolled through their messages, he started texting her to ask what she was up to and expressed his desire to meet. However, after sending the message, he noticed it hadn’t gone through, so he attempted to resend it, but it still failed to deliver.

He felt a wave of confusion wash over him as he gazed down at Trinity, who was peacefully dozing on his chest. With a sigh, he navigated to Blanca’s contact on his phone and dialed her number. Holding the phone to his ear, he was met with the sound of her voicemail. Frustration bubbled up inside him as he tried calling her once more, only to be greeted by her voicemail again.

He was in disbelief that she had chosen to block him for reasons unknown. He felt he hadn’t done anything amiss; all he had done was treat her to dinner and allow her to stay over at his place. Now, out of the blue, she had cut off all communication.

He understood that her attempts to shut him out were merely a way to avoid confronting him, fully aware that she was committed to remaining, regardless of how often she tried to push him away.

Jimmy chose to check on her, gently lifting Trinity from his chest and laying her on her side of the bed. He noticed her stirring in her sleep and carefully tucked the blanket around her.

He dressed in the same clothes he had on earlier, slipped into his shoes, and grabbed his keys and phone. Then, he made his way out the door, heading to Bianca's house, confident that she would be there.

Blanca was at her best friend's house, sharing the shocking events from work. She recounted how Jimmy's girlfriend, Trinity, had sent her a video of herself and Jimmy in a compromising situation at the hotel where she stayed the night following Blanca and Jimmy's date.

Blanca was undeniably hurt and disappointed in herself for allowing him to toy with her emotions, especially since he clearly didn’t care about her. Yet, despite this awareness, she found herself unable to resist him. She loathed her own attraction to someone so toxic, feeling trapped in a cycle of addiction to him.

She and Bianca were sitting together, watching TV while discussing the situation.

“Girl, If Montez would’ve done that to me I would’ve blocked his ass too.” Bianca said as she was eating a bag of chips.

“Yeah, I just feel so stupid for letting him in so much and then see this shit.” Blanca responded.

Blanca was struggling mentally, and Bianca noticed the toll it was taking on her friend's well-being. She felt uneasy about the situation for Blanca, but she began to recognize the complex relationship between Blanca and Jimmy.

“I don’t like it either and if he was here I would’ve whooped his ass but listen to me bestie please don’t be mad when I say this.” She continued. “I can see the dynamic between the two of you and it’s toxic of course but you like that shit from him and I told you this the more that  you give him more of you the more he’ll come back.” Bianca's words held a ring of truth: Blanca was offering him more of herself than he was willing to reciprocate. She revealed her imperfections, exposing her vulnerabilities, even though he wasn't the kind of person to exploit them.

He was the kind of person who would charm her with sweet words, saying exactly what she longed to hear, all to get what he desired—and she would willingly oblige.

“You need to let him know what it is Bibi.”

“It’s so hard because he’s so affectionate and charming along with being fine as fuck with that big ass dick B. It makes me feel….delusional…like I can change him.” 

That was Blanca’s first mistake.

She was trying to change him for who he is.

Bianca sighed while looking at her best friend. “You know the rule bestie. You can’t change a man that doesn't want you—not saying that Jimmy doesn’t want you because I believe there’s something there for sure he just brushes it off and continues with this cycle.” 

Blanca found herself pondering whether he truly desired her. She reflected on the countless gestures and displays of affection he had shown her during their time together. Shaking off the thought, she reminded herself that whatever connection they shared was destined to conclude today.

She was tired of engaging with him, as he had become a source of her mental anguish by toying with her feelings and offering empty promises. Yet, she recognized her own role in this cycle, allowing him back into her life repeatedly, even when things didn’t unfold in his favor.

Just as she was about to speak, a loud thud echoed from the door, startling them both. They exchanged glances as Bianca set the bag of chips down on the table and moved toward the door. Peering through the peephole, she spotted Jimmy waiting outside, prompting a deep sigh to escape her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Blanca asked.

“He’s here Bibi, you need to handle that. tell him that you’re done with this.” Bianca remarked, while Blanca let out a sigh, realizing that her best friend was correct; she could no longer escape him—she was ready to put an end to their relationship.

Bianca swung the door open to find Jimmy standing on her doorstep, arms crossed and scanning her home as if searching for Blanca. Spotting her, he locked eyes with Blanca, gesturing for her to come over so they could talk.

Blanca rose from the couch and walked toward the door, locking eyes with him. His expression was a mix of confusion and perhaps pain, but she felt indifferent to his emotions. Turning to Bianca, she assured her that she would return before stepping outside and closing the door firmly behind her.

She walked behind him to his car, where he graciously opened the passenger door for her, embodying the true essence of a gentleman. As she settled into the seat, she heard the door click shut, noticing him dash around to the driver's side.

As soon as he entered the car, an eerie silence enveloped them. Jimmy sat there, anticipating her to break the quiet, but she remained silent. She didn’t even glance in his direction, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her hoodie.

She simply wanted to express that she was finished with whatever relationship they had, and watching that video with Jimmy was the final straw. She refused to let herself fall apart over him.

“You blocking folks now?” Jimmy begins to say, breaking the silence.

“I have every right to block you Jimmy.” Blanca responds.

“Why? What did I do wrong? All I ever did was take you out on dates and buy you things.” She appreciated him buying her things even if she didn’t ask for it he would buy it anyway for her—and she loved their dates but this chapter had to end between them. “And i appreciate you for doing that but don’t act stupid you fucking dumbass.” Jimmy was taken aback by her sudden attitude she had with him.

“Watch yo’ fucking mouth when you talking to me Bia.”

Blanca had scoffed at him while glaring down at him. “Nigga. You ain’t my daddy and I don’t gotta listen to you.”

“Why is yo’ ass acting like this?” Blanca sighed deeply, rubbing her temple. “Riddle me this, who goes to fuck their girlfriend the same night he takes me out on a date?” Jimmy's eyes widened in surprise as she pulled her phone from her pocket, tapping on iMessage to reveal the video and text message that Trinity had sent her earlier that day while she was at work.

Jimmy observed the video, where Trinity was on all fours, moaning his name as he tugged at her hair. Blanca halted the playback, switched off her phone, and slipped it into her pocket.

“Shawty asked to fuck one last time and that was it I haven’t seen her.” He said as Blanca grabbed him by the hoodie smelling it as it smelled like Trinity.

“Why the fuck are you lying, you smell just like her you know what.” She continued. “This is done between us it’s fucking done Jimmy I can’t do this anymore with you it’s fucking with me.”

Jimmy gazed into her eyes, trying to discern whether she was joking or genuinely serious. Usually, when they found themselves in this situation, he would pursue her and whisper all the sweet nothings she longed to hear—she would inevitably come rushing back to him.

“You’re not leaving me. We both know that Bia.” 

“I am leaving you, I can’t do this. You’re making me look fucking stupid and then have this bitch messaging me this shit. We are done.” Blanca attempted to exit the car, but he swiftly grabbed her arm, pulling her onto his lap and forcefully pressing his lips against hers.

Blanca was using every ounce of her strength to fend him off; she refused to succumb to his manipulations—not this time. She was fed up with feeling foolish because of him. The realization that she once believed she could transform him weighed heavily on her, especially after recalling Bianca's earlier words.

‘You know the rule bestie. You can’t change a man that doesn't want you—not saying that Jimmy doesn’t want you because I believe there’s something there for sure he just brushes it off and continues with this cycle.’

His tongue grazed her lips while he encircled her waist with his powerful arms, holding her firmly to ensure she wouldn’t slip away from him or this moment.

“Let go of me Jimmy.” Blanca murmured between the kiss.

“No, you aren’t leaving me Bia. I’m not letting you leave me.” Jimmy murmured back, keeping his arms around her waist.

Jimmy nibbled on her lower lip, eliciting a soft groan from her as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around. The struggle Blanca faced to resist this man was tormenting her from the inside out.

The kiss was intense and bordering on violent as he pressed his lips against her neck, kissing and biting with fervor. This prompted Blanca to finally shove him away and slap him hard across the face, plunging the entire car into an eerie silence.

Their eyes locked as she noticed him pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

She was taken aback by her own actions when she slapped him, successfully freeing herself from his grip around her waist. Climbing over, she opened the passenger side door and stepped out of the car. As she exited, she heard him following her, his footsteps approaching as she attempted to open the front door.

He tugged at her hair, drawing her close to his chest, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze that sent chills racing down her spine—she could feel the warmth of his lips grazing her ear.

“I told you we  weren’t finished until I said so, didn't I?” His voice resonated deeply, causing her to choke back a lump in her throat as his hand encircled her neck, gently pivoting her body to face him fully.

His 6'3 frame loomed over her petite stature as he looked down at her. She pushed him away, her glare fixed on him—she was exhausted and had no desire to engage with him any longer; she was finished.

“No, I get to have the fucking say so. I’m done with you! Go tell that bitch she can have you because I don’t want you.” 

Jimmy stroked his beard thoughtfully, nodding as he decided to let the situation unfold.

“So you wanna play it like that? Knowing damn well you can’t resist me mama—you will be missing me I promise.” Blanca sighed and rolled her eyes at him, finding his arrogance irritating. Yet, beneath her annoyance, she acknowledged the truth in his words; she would indeed miss him deeply. However, she understood that this separation was necessary for her own happiness.

“I won’t fucking miss you nigga, have fun finding someone else you can fuck when she’s stressing yo’ ass out.” 

“I’ll give it about like a week or two before you start to miss me and begging for me to come over, baby girl I know you Blanca.” Blanca clicked her teeth in annoyance at him; he was a stranger to her—he didn’t know her well enough, at least not in her eyes. “You don’t know shit about me Jimmy so please leave I’m done talking to you”

She opened the front door and stepped into her best friend's house, leaving him standing alone outside. Once inside, she closed the door and sank down against it, overwhelmed with emotion as tears streamed down her face. Bianca rushed to her side, wrapping her in a tight embrace to offer comfort. It felt as though her heart had been torn in two when she decided to end things with him.

It was ultimately for her benefit; he wasn't right for her. Jimmy was toying with her mind and emotions—he only wanted her for physical pleasure, and then he would cling to his girlfriend afterward, which shattered her.

Bianca gently massaged her back, reassuring her that everything would turn out fine and that she had made the right choice for her well-being. She encouraged her to concentrate solely on herself.

“Bibi, listen to me. You did the right thing then. Okay?” Bianca spoke as Blanca wiped away her tears, nodding in agreement.

“What if fall for his tricks again Bianca? What If I—“ Blanca struggled with self-belief due to the profound impact he had on her, leaving an indelible mark on her confidence.

“That’s a part of learning Bibi, even if you do you just need to be away for a moment.” Blanca nodded her head as she continued to hug Bianca on the ground.

Jimmy returned to the hotel where Trinity was staying, and they were nestled together in bed, enjoying a cozy cuddle while watching a show on Netflix that she had chosen for them.

As they watched the show, his thoughts drifted to Blanca. He couldn't shake the memory of how she had abruptly ended things after seeing a video of him and Trinity together. The sight of her pain still lingered in his mind, unsettling him more than he expected.

He felt a strange sense of longing for her—was he really missing her? No, she had made her own decision, so he couldn't possibly miss her already, could he?

The disappointment in her eyes and her words about how it was impacting her mental health struck a chord within him, stirring emotions he couldn't quite identify. For a brief moment, he glanced down at Trinity, inexplicably drawing comparisons between her and Blanca, before finally rising from the bed.

“Where are you going daddy?” Trinity asked.

“I’m heading to the bathroom, gotta pee.” Jimmy replied as he went inside of the bathroom.

After he closed the door and secured it, he settled onto the toilet, his boxers around his ankles. His arousal sprang forth, making contact with his stomach. It shimmered with pre-cum—was his mind wandering to thoughts of Blanca at this moment?

He accessed his gallery on his phone, scrolling through to find the concealed photos and videos of Blanca and himself—there were a few with Trinity too, but that wasn't his focus. He tapped on the intimate video of Blanca, her movements captivating as she rode him, leaving a glistening sheen on him in the frame.

Jimmy lowered the volume of the video to prevent Trinity from hearing Blanca's lovely moans while he enjoyed the sight of her moving on his lap. He reached for his arousal, which was already hard, and as he stroked himself slowly, he accidentally got some moisture on his hand.

The soft sounds she made in the video captivated him, especially as he watched her slick body enveloping him, making him lean back in pleasure. “Fuck, Blanca. Fuck.” He let out a groan as he quickly pictured her with him, taking him fully into her mouth. The thought had a strong effect on him.

Jimmy watched the video, captivated by how her body moved as she bounced on him, calling him daddy. It sent him into a blissful daydream, bringing back memories of her lips, her beautiful face, and her smile. Her chocolate skin shimmered in the light, and he remembered the way she would touch him, kiss him, and play with his hair. He was definitely losing control.

He watched the video, noticing how he was thrusting deeply inside her. She trembled beneath him, and her soft whines and moans were captivating. He licked his lips and tucked them in as he quickened his pace, stroking himself rapidly, which made his legs feel weak.

“Fuck. Mamas, I miss yo’ cute ass.” His body froze, and his legs started to tremble as he watched the video, noticing her lips around him. That was the moment that pushed him over the edge.

Hearing his voice in the background of the video, “you gon’ let daddy fuck this pretty face mama?” He noticed that she surrendered to him, allowing him to penetrate her throat. In the video, he could see his hips moving as he thrust into her mouth, and he could hear her gagging.

He felt himself getting harder in his hand as he stroked faster, his thumb gliding over the tip. He moaned her name, feeling his body shake, nearly dropping his phone.

His eyes flew open as he felt his stomach tighten, indicating that he was on the verge of climaxing within moments.

“Blanca, oh baby. I need you home…fuckk.” He murmured quietly as he increased his pace, sensing his body tighten but remaining still.

Jimmy's thoughts were consumed by Blanca, leaving no room for Trinity. He wondered if the breakup had affected him more than he realized or if he was just overthinking things.

The video lasted a bit longer as Jimmy watched Blanca in it, her mouth working on him and saliva dripping onto his lap, creating a mess. While she played with him, he could see her looking up at him and hear her sweet voice in the background. “You finna cum for me big daddy?”

Subconsciously he responded pretending like she was there doing this to him. “Y-yes. I’m finna nut mamas. I’m finna fucking nut.” He moaned with a low growl escaping his lips.

Hearing her voice again through the video. “Cum for me big daddy, paint my face up with your nut.” That’s what did it for him as his stomach flexed as thick ropes of his warm seeds shot out from his tip leaving him in a trance of whiplash. “Blancaaaa, Fuckkk. Oh fuck.” He let out a quiet whimper as he descended from his high. Jimmy started to breathe heavily, his chest thumping as he felt the warmth radiating from his body.

He felt his hand and thighs covered as he set down his phone and reached for some paper towels to clean himself. Just then, he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

“Jimmy. You okay daddy?” Trinity asked from behind the door.

Jimmy felt uncomfortable when she called him that, but he chose not to confront her about it, wanting to avoid any conflict for the time being.

“Yeah! I’m good Trin. I’ll be out in a second.” Jimmy responded as he threw away the paper towels.

He allowed Blanca a week or two to decide if she would return home to him. This would give him the chance to set Trinity aside. Deep down, he longed for Blanca; he desired her intensely, but he tried to ignore those feelings because he was with Trinity.

Now that Blanca had ended things, all he could think about was her—Trinity didn't even cross his mind; it was all about Blanca. Jimmy acted like he was flushing the toilet while he washed his hands at the sink before leaving the bathroom.

Trinity noticed him emerging from the bathroom with a smile. As he climbed into bed beside her, she cuddled up against his chest once more. However, Jimmy wasn't treating her the same way he treated Blanca.

Blanca lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest. He gently slid his hands down her backside, cupping her cheeks and rubbing them in soothing circles.

And Blanca enjoyed it too. 

Trinity was relaxed with him, her back supported by his arm, but there was nothing extraordinary about it. He didn’t provide her with the same aftercare he did for Blanca. Instead, he picked up his phone, opened iMessage, found Blanca’s contact, copied the number, and then switched to a text app to paste it and start messaging her.

He expressed how much he missed her and how he wanted her back home with him. He shared all the sweet words she longed to hear, hoping to bring her back into his life. He craved her presence, wanting to be close to her and enjoy her scent.

When his phone beeped, he noticed she had replied, but he felt let down by her response.

He rolled his eyes at her message before typing back.

Fuck that’s all he could think about.

He attempted to message her again, but it failed to send. Frustrated, he muttered a curse and let out a deep sigh; he missed her terribly—it was unbearable. He couldn't get through a single day without thinking of her, especially after she ended their relationship.

Jimmy noticed himself getting aroused again as he glanced at Trinity, who was focused on the TV. He slid his hand down her thigh and unexpectedly cupped her backside.

“I need you baby.” Jimmy said softly.

Trinity looked up at him with a smirk on her face. “You know I got’chu daddy.” She removed the blankets from their bodies and lowered his boxers, revealing his impressive length.

She held him firmly, sliding her hand up and down his shaft, noticing the pre-cum shining as she tucked her hair behind her ear. Then, she started to take him into her mouth, eliciting a groan from him.

He closed his eyes, picturing it was Blanca giving him pleasure instead of Trinity—envisioning Blanca's tongue teasing the tip of his penis, causing him to shudder and weaken at the knees.

He grasped Trinity's hair and started moving his hips, thrusting into her while picturing it was Blanca's mouth.

“F-fuck…Blanca…” he whispered softly making sure that Trinity didn’t hear him spill out Blanca’s name.

The only sounds filling the room were the repeated gargling noises from Trinity, blending with the background show.

He pushed deeper into her mouth, making drool spill from her lips to the sheets as they locked eyes. He could feel her cheeks sink in and her tongue glide over him, prompting him to throw his head back in delight.

Jimmy pressed deeper, almost reaching a limit, biting his lip as he gazed down at her with intense desire. He adjusted her head to alter the angle and thrust his hips forward, moving along the curve of her throat.

“Just like that…fuck.” He groaned.

He could only picture Blanca struggling, with saliva dripping down her face as he thrust into her throat.

Trinity took him in her mouth, feeling a mix of pleasure and a slight gag reflex. The intense sensation thrilled her as she felt his balls brush against her chin, which helped her relax her throat and take him deeper.

The room echoed with his groans and crude language, spilling from his lips like a sailor's, as he called out for Blanca instead of using her name.

“Oh my god….Blanca…” Trinity clearly heard that as she pulled her mouth away from him, making him groan from the sudden absence.

“What the fuck Trin, why did you stop?” 

“You're thinking about her aren’t you? I can literally hear you moan her name.” Trinity folded her arms while feeling upset. “I wasn’t.”

That was a lie.

She scoffed at him while getting up from the bed. “If you want to go be with her then go be with that bitch because you ain’t finna use me like how you used her Jon.”

Jimmy pulled his boxers up while smacking his teeth at her. “There you go trippin again, I wasn’t even thinking about her bae and you trippin.”

“Me? Tripping? When you LITERALLY just moaned out her name Jon! I fucking heard you!” Jimmy didn’t have time to deal with her shit along with Blanca completely shutting him out.

“I don’t want her! You know I don’t!” There he goes again lying between his teeth. He did want  her but she rejected him and called it quits so he’s stuck with Trinity. “Nigga no you don’t if you did you wouldn’t be moaning her name! I’m not finna deal with this with yo’ ass get the fuck out of my face.” With that Trinity had slammed the bathroom door shut as Jimmy rubbed his hair roughly out of frustration.

What was bothering him? Why couldn’t he stop thinking about Blanca? Jimmy let out a deep sigh as he rose from the bed. He dressed in the same clothes he had worn earlier, slipped on his shoes, and grabbed his keys before heading out the door.

He needed to clear his mind from all of this.

Blanca was in her living room, enjoying the dinner she had prepared, while watching Temptation Island on Netflix. Suddenly, a loud bang at the door startled her.

She stopped her show and set her plate of food on the table. Getting up from the couch, she went to the door to see who was visiting at this late hour. Looking through the peephole, she spotted Jimmy's tall figure outside, which made her sigh deeply in annoyance.

She opened the door while he gazed up at her with a drunken smile—she sensed that something was definitely wrong with him.

“Jimmy, what are you doing here? I told you I didn’t want to see you anymore.” Blanca said with her arms folded.

“I-I wanted to see you….B-Bia…” Jimmy hiccuped as he spoke, and before she could object, she noticed the smell of alcohol on him. To confirm her suspicion, she stepped closer and gently placed her small hands on his cheeks, urging him to look up at her.

She looked into his eyes seeing his drunken state causing her to sigh. “Have you been drinking?”

Jimmy hiccupped, “no, I haven’t b-been drinking m-mamas…” 

“Jimmy I can smell it on you, why didn’t you go back over to the hotel where Trinity is staying at?” Her gentle touch conveyed a message to him, even though he understood that she didn't wish to see him. “B-because…she was goin to reject me…a-and I know…you weren’t going to reject me…”

She really wanted to tell him to go home and leave her be, but she couldn't let him drive like this. So, she let him into the house, closing the door behind them as she guided him to the couch.

She removed his hoodie and set it beside him on the couch. Then, she went to get him a drink, returning with a nice cold bottle of water as she walked back to him.

Blanca returned to the other couch where she had been sitting, picked up her plate, and resumed eating while watching her show. Meanwhile, Jimmy sipped his water, watching Blanca as she smiled and enjoyed the program.

She appeared stunning, her chocolate skin shimmering softly in the low light of the living room.

“Why are you so far away?” Jimmy asked, causing Blanca to look at him. “I just assumed you needed some space.” 

Jimmy shook his head and set his water bottle on the table. “I want to be close to you, baby.” Blanca felt a lump in her throat as she realized where this conversation was headed.

He was acting overly affectionate, which could lead to them ending up in her bedroom, and she wasn't interested in that. However, tonight felt different; he appeared almost desperate, a side of him she had never witnessed before.

“Jon.” 

“Please. That’s all I’m asking for is to be near you Bia.” 

Blanca noticed his eyes were full of longing, much like a dog's, as she rolled her eyes and motioned for him to rest his head on her lap. He settled in comfortably while watching the show with her.

He occasionally stole glances at her lovely face, aware that he wouldn't have the chance to see it again for a long time after tonight.

Her attitude shifted immediately when she noticed he had been drinking, revealing that she had a soft spot for him. Blanca couldn't allow him to go home inebriated. If he were with Trin, she likely would have turned him away and not looked after him like she is doing now, even though she dislikes him and wishes to avoid him.

Blanca set her plate on the table and looked at Jimmy, whose eyes were glued to the TV. "Sit up. Let's get cozy." She then lay back, and Jimmy rested his head on her stomach, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Blanca gently ran her fingers through his curls, massaging them as she listened to his deep sighs. This was exactly what he needed; all the stress he had been feeling melted away.

“Mamas?” Jimmy called out to her.

“Hm?” She responded, glancing down at him.

Jimmy looked up at her beautiful face as she gazed down at him, her fingers still entwined in his curls. "Do you care about me?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course I do, if I didn’t I wouldn’t have brought you in here instead of letting you drive home drunk Jimmy.” 

Hearing those words from her made him feel warm inside, and he smiled at her. "I'm sorry, Mama, for what I did. It was wrong." She looked surprised by his apology, her eyes searching for doubt in his sincerity.

He felt genuinely remorseful for putting her through that, even though he was drunk. It was unfair to toy with her emotions and only seek her out for sex when Trinity wasn't available.

“It’s okay Jim. You’re drunk, you aren’t going to remember this.” 

“I’m serious mama, I’m really sorry.” His apology sounded sincere enough to her as she brushed her thumb against his cheek.

"It's alright, Jimmy. We just need some space, but I realize you're not the right person for me." Her words pierced his heart, but deep down, he knew she was right. Their toxic relationship would only lead to more pain if they kept it up. "I can change for you, I swear," he pleaded.

Blanca felt his hand softly stroking her cheek, causing her to shiver at his unexpected touch. Even in his drunken state, he remained tender.

"You need to show me that you can be good and put in the effort if you want me to let you back in, Jimmy. We need some time away from each other." At that moment, the room fell silent, and they continued to stare at each other.

Jimmy realized he needed to put in a lot of effort to be with Blanca again. Yet, when he was near her, surrounded by the coconut scent he adored, he felt confused about his emotions. Why was he feeling this way?

They kept gazing into each other's eyes while he ran his tongue over his lips.

“You so pretty mamas.”

“You’re too.” 

He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, sharing a few kisses that quickly grew more passionate. She felt his tongue exploring her mouth while her hand rested on his chest.

She realized this would be their final moment together before spending some time apart, so she allowed herself to savor it. She could taste the beer on his tongue as her hands slipped under his shirt, gently stroking his chest and causing him to shiver at her touch.

“I love you Blanca.” He murmured.

Her heart dropped when he said that, realizing he was drunk and didn’t really mean it. She knew he probably wouldn’t remember this when he woke up on her couch tomorrow.

She decided not to spoil the moment tonight; they were already too invested in it.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” She murmured back.

Her hands gliding over his chest had a powerful effect on him, making his arousal evident as he felt the pressure in his sweats. He longed for her touch to ease his tension.

He reached for her hand, which was tucked under his shirt, and guided it to the inside of his sweatpants, causing her to feel his arousal. As Blanca pulled away from the kiss and looked down at him, she noticed the pre-cum shining through his boxers.

“Your wet Jimmy.” She commented.

“You made me like this, please all I’m asking for is your touch mama please.” She was taken aback by his request and his openness towards her, a side of him she had never witnessed before.

She loosened the knot on his sweatpants as he lifted his hips, pulling down both his sweatpants and boxers to his knees, revealing his erection.

Blanca moistened her hand before wrapping it around his shaft, stroking it gently. She noticed Jimmy's eyes rolling back in his head as he sighed in relief.

She caressed him slowly, their eyes locked in a gaze that revealed his submissive nature. As she softly kissed his lips, her thumb grazed his tip, making him flinch at her touch.

“Fuck, mamas. Keep stroking it for me.” Jimmy groaned out in the air.

“This what you want from me? Jimmy?” Blanca cooed.

“Yes, fuck. I need you so bad, baby.” She softly kissed his cheek as she continued to caress him, her hands shimmering in the light.

Jimmy flexed his muscles and bit his lower lip as he watched her caress him. He knew he might not remember everything, but she definitely would.

He was filled with longing and yearning for her touch, looking at her with pleading eyes as she sweetly kissed his lips. She continued to explore his impressive size with her small hands, her thumb playfully gliding over the tip, causing him to roll his eyes in delight. While she placed soft, wet kisses on his neck, her other hand gently wove through his curls.

He was filled with a strong desire to feel her skin against his, to draw her near and give in to their passion. However, this night felt different; he longed for her to take charge, to embrace her strength and show her dominance.

He felt his legs tense as her fingers held him tightly, moving up and down, the soft light accentuating the glimmer of her touch.

Blanca watched him shake and shiver at her touch, a grin forming on her face as she enjoyed his submissive demeanor. Her playful and deliberate strokes were designed to make him feel both tense and excited.

She stayed close, her warm breath lightly touching his ear as she whispered sweet, possessive words. A trace of amusement laced her voice. “You’re so handsome, Jimmy,” she said softly, giving him a slow, deliberate squeeze. “I adore how you look; it’s truly stunning.”

Her pace gradually increased, and the gentle touch of her hand became more intense and enchanting. Every gesture and soft whisper sent chills down his back, distracting him and making it harder to concentrate.

“Fuckkk, Baby. Keep going please.” Jimmy moaned gazing into her eyes.

"Focus those beautiful eyes on me, darling." As Blanca continued her steady pace, an enchanting aura surrounded her. She moved her free hand to grasp his chin, applying a surprising pressure that momentarily startled him and sparked a thrill in his groin.

Jimmy was completely confused by what she said, his thoughts racing. Her fingers had already made him lose his calm, but now? Her seductive voice left him speechless, like a fox in the dark.

He was overwhelmed by the compliments, rolling his eyes as he pressed his legs together and held onto her arm, which was supporting his chin.

Their lips connected in a slow, intense kiss filled with passion, as she used her tongue to explore his mouth while softly caressing him.

The gentle warmth of her touch and the graceful way she moved started to captivate him.

His body tensed, and he struggled to breathe as a familiar wave of dizziness hit him, a feeling she noticed too. “Are you about to finish, baby?” she whispered between kisses while quickly stroking him, her thumb grazing the tip.

“I’m finna cum, fuckk. Don’t stop mama. Please.” Jimmy pleaded, his entire body trembling and shaking.

He didn't realize the extent of his endurance as he felt his excitement pulse in her hands while she kept stroking him steadily, the same feeling flowing down his stomach.

“You gonna give me that nut love?” 

“Yess, imma give it to you mamas. Please I’m finna nut.” In a moment, the tension in his body broke apart like a fragile twig, and a deep groan escaped his throat. He saw his release flow in heavy streams onto her hand, spilling down as his vision blurred, overwhelmed by the intensity, making his legs give way beneath him.

His chest heaved quickly while Blanca observed him shut his eyes and then look into hers. She kissed him softly, and he reacted, feeling weary and drained..

“Fuck, that felt so good.” Jimmy managed to breath out.

“Looks like someone needed the extra help, but sit up so I can go wash my hands then after that we’ll go to sleep.” Blanca responded as Jimmy got up from her lap.

Blanca spent the rest of the night watching her show while Jimmy slept on her stomach, snoring loudly. She gently massaged his curls with her fingers and couldn't help but laugh at how his face was squished against her.

His earlier words about being good for her stayed in her thoughts. Was he being honest, or was it just the alcohol talking? She felt uncertain about his statement. She believed they needed some time apart, and he would have to put in significant effort before she could trust him again.

Especially when he expressed his love for her, her thoughts were focused on one.

She looked at her phone and noticed it was nearly midnight. Grabbing the remote, she turned off the TV and settled onto the couch, with Jimmy resting on her stomach. She could feel him moving in his sleep, holding her close as if he didn't want her to go.

Blanca had draped the blanket over them, her hands gently massaging his back in circular motions, just like he would do for her when she lay on his chest after they were intimate.

She brushed his hair aside to see him better, and he looked so handsome and adorable while sleeping. Blanca yawned and rubbed her eyes, ready to sleep, but her phone rang. She quickly reached for it on the table, careful not to wake Jimmy.

She received another text from an unfamiliar number that she was sure she had blocked Trinity. As Blanca opened the message and read it carefully.

Unknown Number: Stuipd bitch. You’re just a side piece and I will expose those sex tapes of you and him since you and him want to fucking play bet.

Blanca's heart raced as she read the message. How on earth did Trinity get her and Jimmy's intimate videos? Did she check his phone the night they were together?

She glanced at Jimmy and then returned to her phone to reply to Trinity.

Bibi💓: bitch I will take you stupid ass to court if you do like I said me and him are over with he is yours all yours lil mama so keep it the fuck cute. 

She set her phone down on the table and sighed heavily, letting her thoughts overwhelm her. Perhaps it was for the best that they ended things, especially with his girlfriend trying to reveal their secret.

She might talk to him about it when they wake up in the morning.

Blanca gently closed her eyes, feeling them flutter as she drifted off to sleep, wrapping up her night.

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a/n: now why the fuck is Trin doing allat extra shi? And I’m glad Jimmy and Blanca are getting some time apart from each other—but do yall believe Jimmy can change and be good?

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below 

STAY UCEY.

jey uso becomes much more tragic as a character once you remember he was never like this before roman initiated him into the bloodline. There was no “crashing out”, no breaking down in the middle of the ring while being abused, no yeeting—he was just a normal person tag teaming with his brother.

Sure, Jey Uso isn’t just a twin anymore. He’s his own person, he’s beloved by the audience with his own catchphrase & song & dance, with his own individual appearance; but the torture (both physically and mentally) he had to get there will always haunt him. Roman essentially molded Jey into a monster by ruining his life in various ways (isolation, physical & verbal abuse, pitting him against his own brother) , threatening him if he ever left & FOR leaving, and now he’s on raw and this version of himself was supposed to have died a long time ago.

For war games, the original bloodline reunited. Jey, Jimmy and Sami helped get Roman back into power. Roman never apologized for his actions at all—nor did he even show an ounce of remorse. Even worse, he mocked Jey for being close to Sami & breaking the single boundary Jey placed. The apology from Roman was supposed to be a huge plot point before….it was skipped over bc the reunion was rushed lol. Despite that, Jey is legit just expected to go past everything that’s happened & finally accept his life and the fact that his family will never beg for his forgiveness while he is expected to ride and die for a man who would never do the same for him.

Cut to ‘mania season, Jimmy is literally fucking dead. Sami, the only other person who might understand him, is gone. Nobody is around to help Jey anymore. He’s getting terrorized by a man whose tactics are eerily similar to Roman during the thunderdome era. However, this time there’s no familial connection. No Jimmy, Sami, Seth, or Cody to talk him out of hurting people. The only things that remain the same are Jey’s feelings of guilt, shame, and utter lack of confidence in himself. The thing is, he will probably never get revenge against his abuser, so Gunther is the next best (worst?) thing he’ll get. So while Jey feels like shit because he’s treated like it by Gunther, he won’t ever be pressured to forgive him like he was by Jimmy with Roman. The moment he was zip tied to the ring, Jey finally had an excuse to release all the hatred he’s been holding back for almost two years. He’s finally allowed to be a terrible person again & he won’t be told he’s in the wrong anymore. He won’t have to stop.

The emotionally conflicted & violent part of Jey that was so successful as Roman’s right hand man never really died—it’s just constantly covered by the yeet shades he wears.

This was a perfect breakdown 👏🏾. Poor buttercup just wanted to move on and be happy. Now he got to go back to killing folks (which i am okay with, cause he gon be getting that gold).

The Bloodline ain't playin at Wrestlemania!

damn.....the folks might be right.

paul might give punk and roman the middle finger to side with seth manipulative ass. 😭

Ok what ever you say Paul I don’t believe you

drooling actually

Damn the series of events that just happened were crazy

I know Dom can go but I wasn’t expecting that

WE ARE SOOO BACK 🫠🫴🏽

"Why didn't you protect him."

SCREAMING SOBBING THROWING UP BABY YOU WERE ZIPTIED TO A FUCKING ROPE YOU COULDN'T HAVE DONE ANYTHING

IT WASN’T HIS FAULT HE TRIED TO GET FREE HE COULDN’T HE TRIED I PROMISE

RIP Gunther…?

That man said “Hug yo family”

“Imma say a prayer for you , more so for me.”

THEN said…

“IMMA GET YOU!”

THEN…

Rubbed them temples??????

Yeah.

WE LIVE !

Gunther that’s yo ass boy!

Crashout Jey 4 WHC!

Hell yeah @charmed-dreamssss

That man is LOCKED!

In all black toooo???

Oooooooweeeeee!

Give him a chair !